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viixenvi · 4 months

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 | 18+

Summary: You have been planning to steal some information from the Avengers compound. You successfully break in but what happens when the one person you never wanted to see again ends up catching you?

Characters: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Warnings: Torture, fighting, reader gets caught and tied up, heavy make-outs, slight flirting, some oral (Nat receiving), reader leaves Nat high and dry, villain fem!reader (Reader and Nat hate fuck whenever they catch each other guys)

This was not my best work, actually kinda bad and not proofread so forgive mistakes and like forgive me if it's bad I just had this idea weeks ago and decided to actually write it at 3 AM

Minors DNI

It was only a matter of time before you could escape. Sneaking into the Avengers compound was hard, it took weeks of planning and landing a job as a maid.

Stark was always hiring and it was just perfect when you got a call back that you had been selected for the job. Of course, this job came with risks to your plan. If you were suspected at all by any of the avengers you'd be finished. Which is exactly why you had a disguise.

Shape shifting was your specialty. It had just happened oneday, you woke up with powers of some sorts. You had no idea how to control them or how you even got them.

You were hoping this hard drive you were planning to take had the answers to some of your problems. You could only change your appearance, make others see you differently.

The only person you had to avoid at all costs was Natasha. She knew things about you that you hadn't told anyone else. You and her had a long history, one that you prefer not to think about. You had fought her previously, working with Loki. That went down hill fast and you managed to stay low since then.

Now you were definitely going to set off their radars. You have a plan though, you always have a plan.

"Can you get the lab too while you are at it?" Tony asks me as I mop the floor. I look up and nod, giving him a shy smile. He walks away, his phone in his hand.

Perfect excuse to be in his lab. You walk towards the lab, your heart racing. It was time, finally. You felt relieved, it was finally going to be over and you'd never have to see the avengers ever again.

"You are not authorized to enter this area." The voice startles you slightly. J.A.R.V.I.S was a pain to deal with.

"Mr. Stark asked me to mop the lab," You tell him. You hear nothing or a minute before the card scanner beeps with a green light and the doors click. That was surprisingly..easy?

This was too easy, you hesitate for a moment. You glance around the lab before your eyes land on a hard drive. It's the hard drive. No way Tony would just leave this out conveniently, not when he knew there was a chance it would be stolen by anyone.

But it's right there, and you don't think you have another chance. So you slowly walk up to the table, pretending to mop and swiping the drive off the table.

It swiftly makes the journey to your pocket and you walk out of the lab, leaving the mop on the floor. You have no idea how you can get out without at least being detected.

Stark was far from stupid, but your powers deceived him enough. Now all you had to do was fake an emergency and leave. You pick up the phone, pretending to get a call and panicking.

You find Steve in the living room, cleaning his shield off. "Can you please tell Mr. Stark I have to leave? There's a family emergency!" You spit out before he can really react. You are in the elevator as he says he will.

Something about the way he looked at you was confusing. He didn't even ask if everything was alright like you thought he would. If Steve was one thing, he was compassionate.

You knew they knew about your plans, or at least that you were there to steal the drive. As if on cue, the elevator doors open and Natasha is staring right at your face.

"Hello милый," her voice is sweet, just like how it used to be. You stand there for a moment, drinking in her features. You had spent the past weeks avoiding her and you never got the chance to really see her.

"Natasha, any chance you can let me go?" You say, one hand on the back of your neck as you laugh awkwardly. She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow. So it's a no.

Her fist raises to your face and you block it, swiping your leg under hers. She falls back and manages to flip onto her feet. You land a punch to her face, which angers her.

She kicks your stomach, causing you to stumble back. Before you can even think, she punches your face. You can feel the blood gushing out of your nose. You wipe it away with your hand while Natasha stands in front of you. She's focused on your face and movements.

You could tell she was analyzing you. You both hadn't fought each other in a while and it was obvious you were holding back. You couldn't get yourself to hurt her.

Natasha runs past you, jumping up off the wall and wrapping her legs around your neck. You pin her arms back and lean down, flipping her over in front of you. She breaks free from your grasp and jumps, spinning and kicking you directly in the face.

You fall over and close your eyes, consciousness barely hanging on. Natasha is a damn good fighter and you could admit it. Natasha hovers over you, pulling the drive out of your pocket.

"Some things don't change," She says just before you black out.

When you finally wake up, pain surges through your body. The familiar metallic taste of blood in your mouth reminds you of what happened.

You move to pull your hands free but it seems they cuffed you with some heavy metal cuffs. They definitely seem to be stopping your powers from being used. You are in a bedroom, which seems to be weird for the team as they have their own interrogation room and cells.

A figure comes into view and you know it's Natasha. "It's funny, you always end up in front of me bound by something," She chuckles. I sigh and close my eyes, the headache pounding in my head is not helping the pain.

"If you are going to kill me, just do it."

Natasha pulls her knife out, pushing the tip under my chin and lifting my head. "Aw, you wound me, baby."

"Don't call me that," You spit, clenching your jaw. You and Natasha always had a love-hate relationship. You were a villain and her job was to kill them.

"Tell me why you need the drive and maybe we can have a little fun," She whispers in your ear. You decide to play along, long enough for her to get you out of these cuffs.

"If I tell you, will you take these cuffs off?" You ask, giving her a defeated look.

"Yes."

"They paid me to take it, said there are plans on it they need. I didn't get any other information. I just know that they can kill me easily." Natasha sits on the chair across from you, spinning her knife in her hand.

"Who?"

"I have no idea. Some alien guy, he's weird looking," You tell her. You try to steady your heartbeat and avoid actions that will tell her you are lying.

Natasha seems to like this answer because she gets up and walks behind you. A moment later, the cuffs are no longer clasped on your hands.

You feel Natasha's hands on your shoulders, gliding down your arms. You almost shiver at her touch. You don't want to play into this, but she has given you no choice.

There's a smile on her face when you spin around, your hands on her waist. Your lips meet hers and the kiss is almost electric. Her lips are soft and you taste the cherry lipgloss.

She pushes you onto the bed but you flip over and get on top of her, unzipping her suit. Her belt is thrown onto the floor, not before you take something out of it.

"Fuck, I need you so bad," You whisper against the skin of her neck. You kiss down it, your warm lips sending shivers down her spine.

Her hands roam your body, pulling up your shirt. You stop her before she can fully take it off. "No, let me take care of your first, baby."

She pulls you into a kiss before you descend down her body, leaving trails of kisses. You pull the rest of the suit down to her ankles, kissing up her thigh.

You reach her lips, kissing them before spreading her legs and pushing your face close. Your tongue glides over her clit, circling it. Natasha moans, lifting her hips up and throwing her head back.

You wanted so badly to finish what you started, but you needed the drive and Natasha wasn't going to distract you again.

So you pull away, crawling on top of her and grabbing her face to kiss her. You carefully place a tazer disk on her neck and get off her before activating it.

Natasha gasps and falls unconscious from the tazer and you cover her up with a blanket. This was payback for the last time she caught you. This was your thing, always leaving the other wanting more. It kept up the attraction.

This time you may have gone too far, but your life depended on getting this drive and you didn't care what you did to get it.

You won this time.

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 2 years

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Apple Of His Eye - Aemond Targaryen

i know how much i'm gonna hate him later, so i'm getting this out of the way before that happens and start wanting to kill him. also, why isn't anyone making more smut for this handsome douchebag???

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), mentions of sexual assault, hurt/comfort, pining, oral (f!receiving), fluff

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You knew how important this job was. You knew this was the only way to support your family.

At first, having the prince constantly compliment you and eye you up and down gave you great confidence in yourself. No man had ever had such an intense interest in you, so to have a prince have an interest felt amazing. But you quickly started to regret ever feeling special being treated this way.

You failed to realize how forceful and barbaric the young prince could be. You had heard the rumors of course, but he seemed so nice to you. But from behind closed doors, the prince subjected you to such painful actions. You so desperately wanted to tell someone, but you knew such slanderous accusations, true or not, would be asking to be beheaded for treason. So you stayed silent, discreetly taking the teas prescribed and trying your best to avoid the prince at all costs. Although, you couldn’t hide or refuse when he started to order you to his chambers.

Despite being well paid for your work, you started to feel like it wasn’t even worth it. How much longer could you take prince Aegon’s torture while maintaining your sanity? You wondered how much trouble you’d be in if Aegon ever started to get bored of you, or if you started to refuse him. Surely, a man like him, he’d paint himself in the best light and make you out to be the villain. You didn’t have any good options.

There came a point when you realized your dalliances with the prince were not as big of a secret as you previously thought. You knew his wife knew, she had walked in on you and him one night. It was so humiliating, but you still felt worse for her. She was so innocent, she didn’t deserve a husband like Aegon. And you knew the younger prince, Aemond, knew.

You were serving the family’s dinner one night. You felt sick to your stomach as Aegon smirked darkly at you as you set a plate down in front of him, but you just tried to avoid eye contact. As you went to pull away after setting down a plate in front of Aemond, he gently grabbed your forearm to keep you in place. You looked at him in shock for a brief moment before looking around the table to see if anyone was looking at the two of you, but everyone was preoccupied with their dinner.

You winced quietly as Aemond lifted up your sleeve, revealing a large bruise almost in the shape of a hand. You heard him let out a hum of disapproval, and for a moment you feared he would berate you, but all he did was let go of your arm and waved you off.

Later that night as you were getting ready for bed, a soft knock on your door shocked you out of your nightly habits. You smiled as you opened the door to greet one of your fellow servant girls. “From the young Prince, miss.” She said, handed you a bowl of cold water with a rag hanging off the side, passing you a note along with it.

You set the bowl on your bedside and read the note.

For your bruise - Aemond.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, setting down the note on your pillow as you situated the cold compress on your forearm, feeling the swelling of your bruise already go down slightly. You didn’t really know prince Aemond, he was a mystery to most, especially you. He was prone to violence, quiet but blunt, and not the nicest, his eyepatch making him even more intimidating. So why was he being nice to you? Perhaps he knew what his brother was and he took pity on you. Either way, you were grateful and made a mental note to thank him the next time you saw him.

The next morning at breakfast, you served prince Aemond with a note placed under his plate that simply said, thank you. You could see the side of his mouth tick up in a small small that no one would notice if they weren’t paying attention, but you were.

The joy you felt that morning quickly disappeared once prince Aegon called you to his chambers that night. You felt disgusting, only useful when the future king needed to get off. You hated everything. You felt the tears fall down your cheeks copiously as you limped back to your quarters slowly, trying to hold them in but failing miserably. Your vision was so blurry that you didn’t even notice a figure walking up to you until they called out your name. You blinked out your tears and silently gasped. “Prince Aemond.” You bowed, your face heating up in embarrassment.

Aemond placed his hand underneath your chin, gently lifting your face up to look at him. “Did my brother do this to you?” He asked lowly, his face expressionless and unmoving as he awaited your answer. But you had no idea if you could speak the truth, would the young prince kill you on the spot if you slandered the older prince’s name? Seeing your hesitation, Aemond got his answer. He pulled his hand away, only to stand by your side with a hand on your shoulder. “Come.”

You had no strength to refuse, following Aemond to his chambers with trembling hands.

Aemond sat you down in one of his chairs as soon as you entered his room, watching as he retrieved a bowl not too dissimilar from the one he sent to your room last night. Taking a seat right in front of you, he squeezed out excess water from a rag and went to bring it up to where you had a small cut on your face but you quickly flinched away. Aemond frowned, leaning back slightly before taking one of your shaking hands in his. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I’m not my brother.” Even though you didn’t really know him as a person, nothing told you that he was lying. The look in his eye said he was telling the truth.

You didn’t flinch this time as Aemond cleaned your wounds, keeping a steady and gentle hand and never hurt you, just like he promised. His hands soothed over every cut, scrape, and bruise, making sure to check in with you every once in a while to make sure you were okay. He was…sweet, much to your surprise. Despite his hands being rough and calloused from years of training and dragon riding, you liked the way they felt on your skin. They were precise in their care, sometimes lightly running over you in a way that would cause goosebumps to rise all over your body.

You watched him with a curiosity that never ceased even when he stopped to look back at you. Your eyes trained on his hand that reached up to slowly wipe a fallen tear off your cheek, his thumb lingering there until he seemed to catch himself and quickly pulled away. “I…I don’t understand.” You whispered, adding, “my prince.”

“You don’t need to. Allow me to walk you back to your chambers.”

“Oh, you don’t have-”

“I insist.” He took your hand to help you out of the chair, gesturing towards his door and leading you down the long halls of the castle down to the servants’ quarters.

You looked back at the prince nervously, biting your lip before finally speaking. “Thank you, my prince.” You bowed, smiling weakly before entering your bedroom, releasing a shaky exhale as soon as you closed the door.

You didn’t know what the next couple days would be like, but you certainly weren’t expecting prince Aegon to be avoiding you. Typically, he would always seek you out in a crowd or subtly slap your ass when serving the family dinners or breakfasts. But now, if he even saw you he’d go out of his way to avoid you, like he was scared of you. The prince, possibly future king, was afraid of you? That couldn’t be right, you refused to believe so. But then you realized he wasn’t, he was afraid of someone else. His own brother.

It was a “blink and you’ll miss it” moment. You didn’t notice it at first, but you finally did one morning. You caught Aemond glaring at Aegon as you served him, as if he was mentally plunging daggers into the older sibling’s chest. Usually, Aegon would call you to his chambers every night, but he suddenly stopped after that night Aemond tended to your injuries. It didn’t take long to piece two and two together, but why? You were just a servant girl, nobody but someone to serve the Targaryens.

Aemond didn’t understand it either. He wasn’t one to be infatuated with someone, especially not someone as low as a servant. But you had caught his eye as soon as you started working for them. It had been a couple years after losing his eye, and everyone was frightful at the sight of him. People would look away in disgust or look down on him in pity. All the girls would be squeamish, so he started wearing the eyepatch. But not once did you ever look at him in pity or disgust, you were always nice to him. Even when you had seen him without his eyepatch one day, you smiled at him. A genuine smile. He never forgot the feeling in his stomach once he saw your smile, especially since it was directed at him. He knew he’d never be able to pursue an actual relationship with someone like you when he was in a family like his. So he settled for watching you from afar.

Then you caught the eye of his brother.

Aegon being Aegon, he always bragged about his conquests to Aemond, trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible, but it was different once he started bragging about the things he’d do to you every night. Sometimes Aemond thought about slitting his throat, he’d get rid of his competition for the throne and you at once. But of course he couldn’t do that without getting himself killed as well. All this time, he thought whatever happened between you and Aegon was always consensual, but you coming from his chambers in tears that night immediately proved him wrong. He couldn’t just let his brother disrespect you any longer, not on his watch. So he threatened to push Aegon out of the very window that he used to jerk off on, making sure he never even thought about touching you ever again. Thus, the matter was settled.

You wanted to thank Aemond, but didn’t know how or if anything would be enough to express your gratitude. Though, the younger prince did have a few ideas. Soon you started to notice the prince’s presence wherever you went. Sometimes, you’d run into each other in the halls of the castle and he’d always use the excuse that he just wanted to go for a walk, then he’d try to strike up a conversation if you weren’t busy. Other times you’d be working in the Godswood and Aemond would sit nearby reading a book, pretending that he wasn’t staring at you every five seconds.

As the weeks went one, he started to invite you to watch him train or help him with his injuries if he ever managed to get one. It became normal for him to be around all the time, even standing around in the kitchens sometimes whenever you were helping prepare the meals, unknowingly distracting you constantly. But it was nice, and you weren’t surprised when you realized you had started to fall for him. You enjoyed his company, but your feelings also came with a bitter aftertaste. You knew he could never be with a servant, no matter how much authority he had as a prince. It saddened you.

But that never was going to stop Aemond from taking what he wanted.

It was the middle of the night when someone informed you that the prince wanted to see you in his chambers. Even if you didn’t want you, you would have no choice but to obey. But you wanted to, so badly, no matter how much it reminded you of all the times prince Aegon would call you to his room.

The door opened as soon as you knocked, prince Aemond’s face softly smiling down at you and ushering you in. “You wanted to see me, my prince?” You asked.

“Yes.” He let out an exhale, one might say it was nervous, but you couldn’t tell.

“Are you going to tell me why?” You giggled, but stopped once Aemond took a few steps closer to you with an intense look in his eyes, looking you up and down.

“I must admit, ever since you came to serve us all those years ago, I’ve had my eye on you. And I believe you know that, I’ve not been subtle I’m afraid.”

“It would be hard not to notice a prince staring at you every day, especially one as handsome as you.”

Aemond chuckled, closing the gap between you even more, rubbing a hand down your sleeve covered arm. “I was jealous of my brother, that he had you. But it angered me even more that he was hurting you. I couldn’t let him continue.”

You frowned, avoiding his eye trained on you. “I knew what you did for me. I apologize, I did not know how to thank you. But I am and will always be so grateful.”

He shook his head. “You have no need to apologize, my dear. I had only wished I knew sooner, but you’re okay now, with me. That’s all that matters.”

“With you?”

“I’ve always wanted you, even though it would be discouraged. I don’t care. Even just for one night, I want you. If you’d have me. I would not force you. Like I told you all those nights ago, I’m not like my brother.”

“And I believed you then, I still believe you now.” You whispered, placing a hand on his chest hesitantly; he seemed so much like a heavenly being, you were almost afraid you’d turn to gold if you touched him, but alas, you were still okay.

“Is that a yes?” Aemond placed his hand on top of yours with a small smile, you could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his eye staring down at you intensely.

“Yes.” You breathed, your eyes almost drooping shut, lifting yourself up on your tiptoes as Aemond leaned down to connect your lips with his.

You moaned at the intensity of the kiss, so much time with pent up longing for each other pouring itself out in this kiss. Aemond cradled your cheek in his hand, while the other held onto your hip, pulling you to him as close as possible. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, snaking your fingers through his long white hair, hitting the back of his eyepatch. Noticing your roadblock, he reached back and undid his eyepatch, letting it fall to the floor.

You smiled up at him as you took in all his facial features, the scar running along the left side of his face making him even more handsome than you thought possible. You ran your hands down his torso, tugging at the ends of his shirt and helping him remove it. You admired his skin, your fingers tracing every part of it as he reached behind you to undo the laces on the back of your dress. He leaned down to kiss every new part of exposed skin as he slowly pulled your dress off your body. Your nipples hardened as Aemond gently ran his thumb over each one, licking his lips before leaning down to take one in his mouth.

You sighed out as Aemond suckled and gently nipped at the sensitive flesh, giving each one equal attention as you pulled at the roots of his hair. He leaned back up to continue kissing you passionately, slowly back you up until you hit the end of his bed. He kissed you until he made you sit down, instructing you to lie on your back as he stood in between your legs.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows to look down at Aemond curiously, only to find him getting on his knees and sloppily kissing up your inner thighs. “I bet my life my idiot brother never did this to you.” Before you could understand his meaning, you gasped as Aemond licked up your folds. He did that a few more times before he placed your thighs on his shoulders, pulling you to the very end of the bed so he could have a better angle, feeling his heavy breaths on your core could have driven you wild.

“Aemond-!” You whimpered as you felt his tongue explore you, his saliva mixing with your arousal and fixating on your clit, eliciting a moan from you. “Oh gods…” You had never felt such pleasure like this, it was otherworldly and you couldn’t believe it was your prince Aemond making you feel this way. You let out a squeak as he slowly pushed a finger into your cunt, then added another to make sure you were ready to accommodate him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he sucked on your clit, your thighs clenched around his head and your hands gripping onto the sheets for dear life as you were at the mercy of your handsome prince. “Feels so good.” You stuttered, biting your lip to try and keep loud moans in.

“And you taste so good, like honeysuckle.” Aemond moaned, looking up at you with an intense gaze, keeping eye contact as he pleasured you. “Do you think you’re ready for me, my dear?” He asked with panting breaths, standing up and undoing his trousers, slowly rubbing himself as you opened your legs further for him.

“Please…” You whined, your cunt dripping and aching for him to be inside you. It was the most primal thing you’ve ever felt, this need to be filled. His touch was intoxicating, like the finest wine.

You scooched yourself back until you hit the headboard, Aemond crawling on top of you with a hunger in his eye. “If it ever gets to be too much, tell me and we can stop.” He assured, giving you a quick peck on the lips before reaching down to bring his cock to your core. You keened as he ran his tip up and down your folds, gathering your slick and swirling it around your clit for a few seconds before he finally lined himself up with your entrance. He looked you in the eyes to make sure you were okay before slowly sinking himself into you.

You held onto Aemond’s shoulders tightly, moaning breathily as his cock stretched you out, so big you were almost afraid he would break you in half. He let out a soft growl as he felt your warm walls clench around him tightly, slowly bottoming out and hitting the ends of you. You whimpered from the sting of the stretch, but it felt so right at the same time. “Fuck, my dear, you feel absoultely heavenly.” Aemond groaned, leaning down to connect his lips with yours as he gently grinded against you, waiting for you to relax enough for him to move.

Even the smallest movements had you panting and whining, you were so sensitive already. Aemond’s hands traveled all over you, mapping out your body and making note of every area that had you gasping in pleasure. You arched up against him as he licked up your neck, your eyes fluttering closed when he started to nip and suck on your soft skin. “Are you ready for me to move, darling?” He whispered in your ear, and you nodded vigorously.

You cried out as he pulled out and thrusted back into you harshly, the sudden movement lighting a spark in your core and reverberated throughout your entire body. Aemond held onto your sides as he set a gentle pace, not too slow or fast. Each thrust, the tip of his cock hit that special spot inside you that brought tears to your eyes, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders where you were holding onto him. He grunted loudly as he felt the sting of his skin breaking, that pain only adding to the pleasure he already felt. “Feels so amazing, my prince.” You moaned, the world around you falling away until Aemond was the only thing you felt.

“Yeah? Has anyone else made you feel this good before, hm?”

“No, no one else. Only you.” You answered as best you could, the pleasure overriding your senses and making it hard to do anything else much less talk, your words coming out mumbled and incoherent.

Aemond moaned loudly as he thrusted into you faster, sitting up on his knees and holding onto your hips with a bruising grip, watching your breasts bounce with every harsh rut into your soaked pussy. He smirked as he watched you lose yourself in the pleasure unabashedly, unable to silence your moans, the room being filled with the sounds of your intimate union.

You felt so close to your release, Aemond hitting all the right places over and over again; and he could sense it too, your walls clenching around him rhythmically and your moans getting louder and drawn out. “Are you close, my dear? Are you going to come for your prince?” Aemond spoke huskily, reaching down to rub your throbbing clit with his thumb.

You let out a high pitched whine, nodding and repeatedly saying yes like a chant.

“Say my name.” He ordered, so close to his release as well.

“Aemond!” You moaned, tears pouring out of your eyes as you felt the quick build up of your orgasm, on the cusp, so close to the edge ready to tip over. “Oh gods, Aemond-!” You let out a strangled cry as a white hot burning intensity washed over you, traveling through your body and making your muscles clench. Your vision went black as you reached the peak of your climax, Aemond continuing to thrust into you as you rode out your earth shattering orgasm and he was right behind you.

Aemond let out a guttural moan as he finally came, releasing his warm seed into you, thrusting into you even after your walls drained him. He stilled and you were finally able to catch your breath, your vision returning to normal and looking back up at Aemond. It was a beautiful sight, his hair was a mess, a thin sheen of sweat coating his body making him shine, and his blissed out expression with a small smile on his face.

Aemond pulled out and laid beside you, reaching over and moving a piece of your hair out of your face tenderly. “You’re so beautiful. This is one of the only moments where I wished I had both of my eyes so I could take you in properly.” He spoke softly, his words causing your face to heat up with a blush.

“You’re perfect just the way you are, my prince.”

“We are alone, you don’t have to address me like that.”

You smirked. “Of course…my prince.” Aemond let out a short laugh, shushing you as he pulled you closer to him, letting your head rest of his chest. “I think I should go…”

“No, no…” Aemond quickly whispered. “Stay.” He tightened his grip on you.

“But what if I get caught in here?”

“Shh, don’t worry. I’m the prince, remember? I could keep you in here for all eternity and nobody would be able to do anything.”

“That sounds boring.”

Aemond pushed you on your back, hovering over you with a smirk. “Well, I’m sure I could find ways to quell your boredom.” He teased, kissing you passionately until you pushed him away with a giggle, then trying not to frown as your thoughts ran rampant.

“I’m just a servant girl, Aemond.” You sighed, avoiding his eye in shame. “One day you’re going to marry another princess and you’ll forget all about me.”

“I don’t want a princess, I don’t give a shit about that. I only want you, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to get in our way. You believe me, don’t you?”

You smiled softly. “I do.”

Aemond mirrored your smile, opening his arms to you once more. “Good. Now let’s sleep. Tomorrow, I’m going to introduce you to Vhagar.”

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i'd let this man so unspeakable things to me istg

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theaceofskulls · 6 months

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This upcoming week's preorders for warhammer are the funniest combination they could think of.

For Kill Team, 40k's small scale game where you play as a single squad of dudes, you have the Chaos Space Marine Night Lords vs Druhkari Mandrakes.

To quickly sum that up, you have a terror troop that makes the "normal" space hell-infused supersoldier barbarians look nice. These are the people that skin their victims, broadcast screams to their friends, and generally are the most edgy of the edgy faction in general. You can see them below with all sorts of skin hanging off them, swords made of bone, and a whole ass banner made of a partial dead supersoldier.

Opposing them are the shadow demons of the torture elf faction. These are the guys that lurk in the shadows of Edgy Shadow Murder Elf City that scare even the people who live there. They also skin people and wear them as their clothes too. And they wield edgy dark magics that they throw to burn people alive (and possibly their souls as well).

Then you have the War Cry box, the Age of Sigmar Fantasy skirmish game which has Lumineth vs Nighthaunt.

The Nighthaunt are cursed spirits that the god of the dead personally has constructed ironic punishments for. These ones in particular are eternally burning ghosts that used to be healers, alchemists, and priests who attempted to use sacred fires or potions to burn away death or purify areas of the undead who now spend their afterlives aflame or having to keep the awful flames of Nagash's realm alight upon pain of worse fates.

So that leaves us with the elves who are the exception right? Well they're nicer than the above, being monk/druid/paladins who are trying to save the realms. However, anyone familiar with Lumineth or with the trope of "too good makes an evil paladin" kind of tropes, you can figure out that they're not always the good guys in the stories. Still they're mostly good, but let's hope they don't run out of villains to fight

They're also dropping the dark fantasy human hunters alongside the eternally starving ogres who are mutating teeth and tusks out of their body (they previously were for sale together but they're now splitting the box).

So these opposed and themed boxes are dropping soon alongside... gnomes.

The whiplash between these products feels like being hit with a truck

#Warhammer #warhammer 40k #age of sigmar #blood bowl #cw: body horror #i usually don't put warnings on warhammer stuff but the night lords and the ogors are a little more than i normally post here

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makeste · 9 months

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BnHA Chapter 410: Kacchan Fights a Baby

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was born and then he grew up and murdered the Demon Lord.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan fights a baby. Tomura and Deku finally remember that they were supposed to have been fighting too this entire time, and get on with that once again. Tomura is all, “[literally just reaches out and grabs Deku’s face because Deku’s main character powers suddenly abandoned him in a fit of confusion].” Deku is all, “[chops off Tomura’s fingers which is somehow not even in the top twenty of violent things that have happened in this series in just the last five chapters].” Tomura is all “joke’s on you I still got your quirk :D” and fuck me he actually stole Danger Sense, what the fuck.

logically I knew AFO still had to be alive somehow because he’s too big of a villain to go out that easily without a proper sendoff. but deep in my heart, I’m still secretly disappointed

it just isn’t fair, lol. this guy has died more times than Rasputin and he’s still out here scheming his schemey schemes. when oh when will it end

sir you did not just say you had yet ANOTHER unused trump card up your sleeve??

(ETA: the translation isn’t fully clear here, but I think the trump card he’s referring to is the whole “I’ll just go back inside him and join the part of me that was already in there and we’ll take over Tomura’s body again together” plan that he was trying to pull off. I think. if not though, that’s certainly something worth speculating about.)

well as always the psychology in this series is unironically fascinating! he just wants acknowledgement at the end of the day, huh. just wants some love and attention. too bad he was born in a rat-infested hellscape and learned all the wrong lessons and turned into a crazed omnipotent murderlad

also he really did turn back into a baby sdfsdlkjfl oh no. I need to see Katsuki’s reaction to this immediately

oh my lord

(●__●)

lmao this is so incredibly fucked up

ngl though, this is karma at its finest. he tortured and killed so many people trying to earn everyone’s fear and awe and reverence, only to literally blip out of existence at the end with absolutely nothing to show for it

everyone please enjoy this series of panels of a deeply vexed Bakugou Katsuki picking a fight with this slowly melting evil baby

“you think I care that you’re a baby now. you think I won’t fight a fuckin’ baby. let’s do this you little punk”

also I’m sorry but it’s absolutely ridiculous that the gigantic chest wound Tomura inflicted on him got sewed up so neatly lol. AFO’s not the only one who stubbornly refuses to die no matter what

...

just once, it would be nice if Horikoshi didn’t immediately shred my plot nitpicks to pieces mere seconds after I write them

LMAO

BABY AFO DON’T CARE. BABY AFO WILL THROW HANDS WITH ANYONE ＼(｀0´)／

KACCHAN MY BELOVED FAVE OF ALL TIME, ARE YOU REALLY ABOUT TO LOSE TO A LITERAL FUCKING INFANT

WHAT HAPPENED TO “PERFECT VICTORY” LMAO. MOVING THE GOALPOSTS EVEN AS HIS CONSCIOUSNESS FADES. “EH, CLOSE ENOUGH”

-- OH FOR THE LOVE OF --

me: wow it sure is uncharacteristic of Katsuki to just pass out before he properly wraps up this battle

Horikoshi: oh yeah good point, sure would be a shame if someone... IMMEDIATELY ADDRESSED THAT CONCERN ON THE VERY NEXT PAGE

me: ఠ_ఠ

ldskjflaksdjfkds

fdsfsdkf. “SORRY ABOUT THAT, FOR A MOMENT THERE I ALMOST FORGOT TO BEND THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE TO MY WILL”

holy fucking shit. his body was all “um, just a quick reminder that you’re HORRIBLY WOUNDED and have lost like ten gallons of blood and all of your cells are about to call an emergency meeting to shut this thing down before you get us all killed.” and he was all “WHAT WAS THAT?!” and his body was all “oh my GOD, FUCK, OKAY just forget we said anything”

and meanwhile Baby AFO is just lying there all “(◉⌓◉)”

this six-month-old child is truly and sincerely still trying to kill Kacchan while screeching death threats in high-pitched baby talk

this actually would have killed him too, if he’d succeeded in passing out. all that just to be punk’d by a damn baby

you are actually shitting me right now

at this point I’m genuinely not sure which of them has the more powerful angry toddler energy

oh no ffuffkdsfk

meeeeelting. meeeeeeltiiiiiing!!! oh what a world what a world

jesus Horikoshi I am genuinely speechless

... welp

WAIT NO WAY, REALLY?!?!

?!?!?! WAS IT ACTUALLY THAT SIMPLE THIS WHOLE TIME

-- lkjf

three times. three times in the same fucking chapter. I give up. apparently I’ll literally believe anything this man says. does it feel good, Horikoshi. preying on your readers’ hopeful naivete

yeefuckinghaw lmao

GOOD JOB KACCHAN YOU DEFEATED THE EVIL BABY

awwwww

I actually had a theory about this! well more of a wishlist item, really. I can’t remember if I’ve actually posted about it yet or not. but it’s like. you know how Deku and Kacchan are always being really dramatic about holding hands? wanting to hold hands; not wanting to hold hands; being afraid to hold hands; holding hands via proxy, etc. etc.?

and you know how both Endeavor and All Might have each done their own version of the victory pose that Kacchan is referring to here? with each one using a different hand?

so you see, I was thinking that it might be nice. might be a little poetic and all that. if at the end of the fight, Deku and Kacchan did, in fact, hold hands. and then did the victory pose together. and it became like their iconic hero moment. them standing there together. having accomplished their goal and defeated TomurAFO through teamwork. realizing their shared childhood dream. and sharing that moment of triumph with each other and with the world, ushering in a new era of heroes

anyway yeah. I was thinking that might be a pretty good ending. but it looks like Kacchan maybe really is about to pass out here now, lol, so maybe not? anyways time to finally scroll down

-- okay I literally said awww again out loud

what a fucking nerd. I have never felt more fondness for a character in my life

every damn person watching this on the news better have leaped to their feet and started applauding, goddammit. those motherfuckers better be CHANTING HIS FUCKING NAME. all those nagging reporters better be bombarding his phone with calls. those fuckers who deleted his footage from the Shouto interview better be shamelessly leaving him dozens of voicemails acting like none of that ever happened and presumptuously asking when he can free some time in his schedule to visit their studio again. all the heroes who haven’t hugged him yet better be lining the fuck up. that one guy from the post-kidnapping press conference in chapter 86 better be writing a fifty page letter of apology!!

oh hey it’s a random pre-battle flashback mysteriously taking place in Troy “a few days before the battle” even though I thought they only moved into that place the night before the fight

I love how Katsuki immediately narrows his eyes (I assume. we can’t see for sure but that’s the vibe I get) at Jeanist and has to resist the urge to call the police on him for that pun

so Hadou’s wondering what Jeanist is talking about because they already evacuated the civilians, so what else are they trying to protect. and Edgeshot is all, “well obviously we’ve gotta protect everyone’s future,” which is a nice... rearshadowing?? for him saving Katsuki’s life later on lol

and now Mirko is all “get to the fucking point already.” which, same

so Jeanist says that Tomura is an even bigger problem than AFO, because at least AFO doesn’t want to murder everyone on the entire planet. and he concludes with “he’ll probably try to touch the ground and use his quirk.” which is a conclusion that I have to say wasn’t really worth two pages of flashback buildup for, considering that we all figured that out years ago

I’m guessing this is all just some sort of awkward transition back to Deku’s fight now lol

and now we’re getting two pages of exposition on how long it would theoretically take Tomura’s Decay to spread throughout the city, and then the entire country, yikes

damn. talk about stakes

and now finally back to Deku!!

shoutout to everyone who correctly predicted that Deku was once again talking out of his ass when it came to being out of Gearshifts. we all knew. unlimited supply

wow Tomura way to throw AFO under the bus

the way I recall it, AFO wasn’t the one who failed to kill him back then lol. but go ahead and talk your shit king

DEKU WHAT ARE YOU DOING

holy shit?!?!

like my first thought was “well last time he did this he just tried to steal OFA rather than Decay him, so he’ll probably try that again and it’ll be fine.” only to remember that the AFO inside Tomura is currently permanently(?) out to lunch, and Tomura himself doesn’t give two figs about stealing OFA. so, uhhhh >_>

(ETA: nevermind.)

but then this happened

Deku what the actual fuck

OH MY GOD??!?!

HOLY SHIT

okay. okay, fuck. lemme gather up my thoughts, and then we’ll wrap this up

they’ll never admit it, but you know the other OFA Vestiges secretly resented Shino a tiny bit for being the only one of them to not be gruesomely murdered. bet they all feel guilty for thinking that now

Shino and Banjou also seemed to have this cute little pseudo-rivalry thing going on, so I really feel bad for Banjou now. :/ he looks so horrified in that bottom right panel

gotta admit, I did not see this coming in the slightest. OFA has been this immutable “I do what I want!” quirk for so long that I never thought Tomura or AFO would actually succeed in stealing it, even partially. that shook me to my core

BUT, it’s also really exciting to me because it’s going to make this battle much more interesting if Deku can’t use his get out of jail free card. shit just got way more real and I’m here for it

lastly, so! let me tell you guys my prediction. I still can’t see Tomura being the final villain lol. I just can’t. it feels too anticlimactic. if I’m wrong, I’m wrong, and I’ve certainly botched MANY predictions in the past, but I have not yet learned my lesson from any of it and I will not apologize lol

so here’s what I think. Deku and Tomura battle it out for the next chapter or two, and Tomura snatches up more of Deku’s quirks one by one. we see all of the Vestiges disappearing and the mood gets more and more desperate. eventually we’re down to just Kudou and Yoichi. Deku is panicking, but for some reason Kudou seems even MORE panicked

Kudou/Gearshift eventually gets stolen too, and it looks like this might finally be it for Deku (I have no idea how he’d stop Tomura from Decaying the ground once Blackwhip gets stolen, btw, but maybe Katsuki or someone else interferes in desperation towards the end). but just when it looks like Tomura is finally going to take the last piece of OFA, Deku’s vibes suddenly do a 180, stopping Tomura in his tracks

cut to the OFA Moon Gorgeous Meditation Realm, where Deku and Yoichi are staring at the door -- yes, that door -- in shock. because it’s finally been opened (now that the other Vestiges are no longer there to keep it at bay). and just like that, enter AFO, for the THIRD FUCKING TIME :D :D

tl;dr, HERE’S HOW HORCRUX!DEKU CAN STILL HAPPEN!!! wait where are you all going. wait come back

anyway so wow that was a really bizarre chapter that I truly thoroughly enjoyed, which should probably be a bit concerning. on to the next two week break! (for anyone who’s not aware, Shounen Jump will be on break next week, so yeah.) I’m on chapter 391 now. so close but still so far. the end of the year has gone by too damn fast tbh

#bnha 410 #bakugou katsuki #all for one #midoriya izuku #shigaraki tomura #one for all #bnha meta #bnha theory #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot [PART 2]

Notes:

This is the sequel, to this Oneshot!: Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: (Set in the Horror House, a year after the first Part)

After they were forced to 'come out', Y/N soon breaks it (Whatever 'it' was) off from Freddy, because things started getting weird with her and everyone else. They started thinking less of her, and it hurt, and Jason wouldn't even look at her anymore- and that hurt even more.

But will anyone else measure up? Will anyone else fit her as well?

Warnings: Sexual themes right off the bat (Much more than the last one). Not full-on smut, but ya know, lots of talk- and the actual actions are with Bo, mostly.

Previously:

“Princess… Daddy’s arm’s gettin’ tired.”

Your eyes widen and relax again at the terminology, turning back to Freddy, taking a deep breath. Well in that case…

You tilt your head and lean up, connecting your lips in a soft kiss- which he immediately takes up a level and makes it a rough one. You like how his hat kind of makes you feel disguised and protected, you like how, kind of ironically, he really is quite a good kisser, and you like the roughness. You just really like kissing him.

And maybe that’s why you got a little lost and it lasted a bit long and…

Chucky saw.

“Oh so you two are finally coming out? Fuck, and here I was having a good time torturing you.”

Your eyes snap open and you pull back, lips a little tingly but not caring as you look to the side and down to the damn doll and feel like your entire world explodes.

His voice was loud, and various villains in the room - Jennifer, Billy and Stu, Michael, Jason, - are looking at you with big, round eyed expressions on their faces (Well, the ones you can see anyway).

…

As you chew on the inside of your cheek and wonder what you could possibly say, Freddy - his dramatic ass, - points offendedly at Chucky, says ‘And to you sir, I say bah humbug!’ and then stomps off the other way- retreating. You double take after him. Can you… can you follow and hide? Or do you have to stay?-

Before you have to make the decision, he comes back, grabs your arm, and drags you back the way he was going along with him.

Current Time

"Bo... "

...

"Bo!... "

...

"... fuck... "

The room is relaxing and dark, the world is quiet around you; everyone else in the house being fast asleep.

Your fingers entangle themselves into Bo's hair, your hips lifting up off the mattress and your back arching under the sheets where he's nestled, between your parted thighs. Your cheeks are hot, and your hair is strewn out around you and over your face, and your breathing is heavy yet your words come out entirely breathless. Or- word; Singular. "Bo... Bo, Bo, Bo, B- "

Suddenly the man under the sheet does something that is apparently too much for you, and this time your breath hitches in your throat and you're so close to finishing, when-

"Not quite sweetheart."

"JESUS fuck- "

"-ing christ!" You whisper-shriek, as your eyes blow wide open and you jump up into a sitting position in the bed, throwing the doona and the sheets up to make sure you're alone- then peaking at the sleeping man beside you to make sure it was, in fact, BO. When you determined that it definitely is, you turn to your bedside table and pick up the prescription bottle sitting there; Squinting at the label as you just try to calm down your heart. Its beating erratically in your chest, like it’s trying to get out. And you don’t blame it! Not after that- God, how Bo didn’t wake up when you screamed, you have no idea. Man must sleep like the absolute dead.

Hypnocil is clearly printed on the bottle, and you took 2 as instructed before you went to bed, you know you did, so he shouldn't have been able to get in like that!

But he was. It was definitely him.

And you are pissed.

What are these??! Tic Tac's!?

Once you've gathered your bearings a little more, a moment later, you slam the stupid bottle back down on the bedside table and throw the blankets off of you- getting out of bed, dragging an over-sized hoodie on, you storm out of the room and down the hall. God, you should’ve known something fishy was up- Bo doesn’t put his mouth anywhere near down there.

When you get to Freddy's room you don't bother knocking, flinging it open and not caring that it’s an invasion of privacy or that you aren't wearing pants- he more than invaded your privacy 2 minutes ago! You look around, identify a stack of magazines on the dresser beside you, pick up one of the heavier ones, roll it up and promptly fling it at the carcass sprawled peacefully on the bed- that instantly flies up and falls off the other side of the bed at being disturbed in such a shocking and sudden fashion. "Fuck!- "

"Stay out of my head, you creep!"

"Ughh... creep?” Disoriented and getting hit with another magazine - this time to the face, as he tries to get up, causing him to just stay behind the bed this time, -, Freddy still manages to come up with something obnoxious to say to you. “Last time I checked, you liked that about me... "

A growl escapes you, frustrated and violated, and you pick up two magazines this time, roll them up together, and fling the make-shift missile directly at his head.

“Hmmm… “Twisting his face in an unamused sort of way, which make you want to throttle him, Freddy looks around on the floor on his side of the room. “Hey, I don’t have a white flag to waive- will these do?”

When a crumpled pair of white boxers come flying, you but wack them out of the way. Too pissed to be disgusted- and, honestly, besides! You’ve seen, touched, been apart of a lot worse when it comes to him. Oh… your stomach rolls at the memory. “I’ve been taking Hypnocil, you fuck! How did you- “

“What?” That seems to catch Freddy’s attention, as he looks up at you again. His eyes narrow. “How did I what?”

“Get in my dreams! I just wanna be free of you!- I thought Hypnocil was supposed to work!?”

Freddy just stares for a few moments, lost in thought… before his eyes slowly widen and an evil smirk spread across his ugly mug. “Hypnocil does work… it blocks me from getting in… I didn’t do anything to you. Which means,” Suddenly he gets up, rounds the bed and comes after you. You’re listening to his words, and slowly coming to the same horrifying conclusion; Eyes wide as you avert your gaze. No… No! No way- “Unless some other demon is after you, which is unlikely,.. you dreamt about me all on your little own.” There’s a definite mischievous tone in his voice and you fight not to hide your face. Because… fuck.

Did you?- No… No-

Absolutely not. No.

“Uhhh… “Coming down from your anger-high, now mortified for a different reason, you talk quietly under his revealing gaze- though you don’t look up to meet it. You don’t do that, anymore. Not ever. “Oh… “Your mind is racing. You couldn’t… you’re happy with Bo… you don’t need Freddy. Why would you- “Uh… “ God, why did you dream that!? Shit- “Sorry… for… bothering you, then… “

You back up with little steps, towards the exit, because you’re just now realising, you’re alone in a room with Freddy, and you… you can’t do that anymore. Not in any room, much less one with a bed. Because now that the realisation has dawned on you that he did not in fact sexually assault you, and nothing has changed between the two of you actually, you’re remembering what a damn sucker you are for him and how you can’t be anymore. How its not allowed. And you have put rules in place to help yourself.

And this situation definitely breaks a couple of those rules.

Wanting to facepalm, you very nearly groan at yourself. Shit.

“So… out of curiosity,” He takes another of those careful steps towards you and you look quickly towards the door; Heart beating too-fast inside your chest. “What did I do in this dream? You seemed pretty… shaken.” The grin is audible through his voice, and you flee immediately for the door; Hand on the knob.

“Nothing happened, forget about it, stop grilling me!” You exclaim desperately, yank at the door; Forgetting to twist it. Jesus christ Y/N, come on. Pull yourself together. This might as well be life or death.

He chuckles behind you, the sound closer than you thought. Spiders creep up your spine and you can’t help but grip the knob harder, like it’s your lifeline. Or self-control. “Interesting choice of words… Come on, tell me what happened.”

Blades slide over your shoulder, and you actually let out a yelp, flinging the door open finally and pulling it shut behind you immediately to the sound of his obnoxiously loud laughter. You collapse against the door and just try to calm your racing heartbeat, pressing the back of your head hard into the wood. You stay until the sound of Fredy’s laughter dies down.

Tiffany walks by you then, a toasted cheese sandwich in her hand to curb her midnight munchies. She stops in front of you, and you raise a brow down at her. “… Yes?”

Tiff is the only one in this house, including you, that thinks you being with Bo now makes zero sense. She holds the belief, probably because of her own less-than-typical relationship, that you’ve gone from ‘platinum to bronze’- Bo’s handsome, she’d told you before, but that burnt shit has something else. And that’s important- mark my words, honey. You’ll miss it before long when all you get from Bo are shitty handjobs and wall-quickies. You had laughed, then, but you know by the way she’s looking at you now that she knows your opinion, consciously or not, has changed. “Detox harder than you thought, sweetie?”

You just glare at the doll.

The next morning, after you had snuggled back into bed with Bo and managed to catch some uninterrupted sleep, and Bo left before you woke up to deal with Lester - he grunted something about mud and that’s all you needed to know, -, you find yourself sitting up at the kitchen table with Jennifer- sorting out phone numbers from the bottom of her purse and drinking the high fibre salad drink she sips so elegantly.

The two of you have 3 piles. The ‘Done’ pile - boy’s who are dead now, -, the ‘To Be Determined’ pile - Boy’s Jennifer thinks might be closeted gay’s and so would never work for her, - and the ‘Call Back’ pile, obviously. That one is looking slim, though, unfortunately; The Done pile being the biggest.

“Uhh, wh-what do we do with a number we can’t understand?” Carrie asks, looking troubled at a ripped piece of a business card. You lean towards her and peer around at the number, and find you can’t make out the crazy scribble, either.

Jennifer plucks it from Carrie’s finger’s and drops it on the ‘Call Back’ pile. “Doctor. I know where he works.”

Tiffany walks in not-too-long later, Chucky breaking off from her and heading to the living room. She sits down beside you, making you nervous and scootch a little closer to Carrie on your either side- practically half off the chair. For a good minute Tiff lets the obvious nervous energy surge between the two of you, causing Carrie and Jennifer to exchange concerned looks, wondering what has happened. Finally, Tiffany breathes in but you’re ready and before she can make even a word come out, you blurt out what you thought would be a good distraction. “So Tiff!! How was your toasted cheese last night??”

Jennifer screws up her nose. What?

“How was yours??” She shoots back, pointedly. Annnd, right. You think. Of course. That backfired. Damn.

You turn to her anyway and glare, sternly. “I didn’t have any.”

“So you just look that much like a frazzled squirrel monkey on a regular?” She blinks back, innocently.

“Look, Miss Sex Therapist,” You start, putting an elbow on the table between the two of you and trying to make out like you could be in any way intimidating to her. “Don’t you think if you could tell what I look like after I get fucked, you woulda found out about Freddy and me a long time ago? Like, months? Your insane husband figured it out and started acting like a cruel freak about it, and you still didn’t know!” At that she just looks bemusedly at you, a tiny grin quirking at her black lips. Your narrow your eyes- wait did she know the whole time?? When Tiffany breaks out into a full smile and looks away, you literally gasp. “You did know!!?”

Putting the pieces together on what this inane conversation is about, Jennifer gives her own gasp. “Wait- you knew Y/N was banging that burnt turd and you didn’t tell anyone?? We could’ve started damage repair way sooner!”

“I wasn’t about to ruin her fun.” Tiffany smirks, sifting through the ‘To Be Determined’ pile.

Carrie looks wide eyed. “Should I be listening to this??”

“Hey, you didn’t do anything.” Jenniferassures her, looking crossly at you and Tiffany. “You aren’t the one that let yourself be defiled- or kept it a secret!”

At that, you can’t help but laugh. “Defiled?? Jen, you’re literally a Succubus demon- If I’m going to hell,” Which you doubt. Just because you had the dreaded premarital sex? No. Jen has been spending too much time with Jason and Mrs Voorhees. “You already have a backstage pass.”

“Yeah,” Tiff agrees, beside you. “And that ship has sailed, for me too. A long time ago.”

Jennifer just makes a frustrated ‘Ugh’ sound. “Whatever.”

“I don’t think you’ll go to hell… “Carrie pipes up again, a tiny wonky smile flickering at her face. You smile, going to say thank you my only sweet friend, when she continues. “I don’t think anyone goes to hell because of who they fall in love with.”

The words die in your throat, immediately. Love? God, you feel like that word should be censored, suddenly. He could hear you Carrie!! She’s looking at you, though, waiting for an answer as you just stare back like a deer caught in headlights. And Jennifer is looking at you too, her arms crossed and a pert look on her face like she’s daring you to respond, and Tiffany, too- A look of encouragement on hers.

You’re just opening your mouth to say something, when the bastard in question actually walks into the kitchen - impeccable timing, honestly, - and both yours and Carrie eyes widen. You slump in your seat and hide the bottom half of your face in the collar of your hoodie, eyes downcast acting like suddenly Jennifer’s phone number tirade is something you’re really quite fascinated with- but you can’t focus on the numbers and just stare at them. Hold on, is that a seven or a four?? How many doctors has this girl got up her sleeve- can I have one? As you narrow your eyes at the napkin in your hands, Freddy smirks at you- but you don’t notice.

The other three more calmly return to a normal, like they hadn’t just been discussing him, and Tiffany even says good morning- whereas Jennifer shows him the iciest cold shoulder in the world. While Tiffany and her start discussing their plans for the day, Freddy comes up behind Carrie and slowly reaches his blades out close over her head and face, causing her to freeze.

You glance up from the number, see this, look back down, then do a double take. “-Hey!”

“Ohh, what? She’s not hurt.” Freddy teases, a devilish grin on his evil face. You narrow your eyes back at him, giving a powerful greasy that he doesn’t even have the decency to look bothered by as he returns his attention back to the little blonde bellow him- the blades landing on her shoulder. She jumps. “Carrie are you hurt?~” Jennifer rolls her eyes deeply and Tiffany gives a great sigh. “… Scared?” Carrie shifts in her seat, dragging her shoulder forward causing Freddy’s glove to fall off her as he returns his smirk to you.

Smirking back now, you point at him. “… I know something you don’t want Chucky to know.”

Freddy’s face instantly falls. He glares. “Chucky isn’t here.”

“Tiff is, though.”

At this point Freddy totally withdraws from Carrie, rounding the table to lean over you. Meanwhile Jen turns to Tiffany, mouthing ‘What did I tell her about eye-fucking?’- You don’t see that, though. You’re too busy putting Freddy in his place- an endeavour that you are, admittedly, quite good at. “Well if you tell her, I’ll just have to tell everyone all your dirty little secrets, wont I?”

Cockily, you shrug with a smug, airy smirk. “And what are these terrible secrets? I’m an open book.” Well, as far as the rest of the house thinks- you are. Stu and Jason took one look at you with Freddy and thought they knew everything about you. That you’re a whore- you’re easy- which is the whole reason you’re in this stupid, hard ‘detox’ mess to begin with.

He only seems to get happier, dropping his arm down on the table beside you and leaning in- over dramatic as usual. “Are you sure about that??... ”

Okay he’s got you thinking. “… Yeah?... I mean… I- I was with you, so… surely most of my kinks are self-explanatory… “Surely. SURELY!! And yet your mind is racing, trying to think of anything embarrassing he knows that you wouldn’t want anyone else to find ou-

“Okay then.” Theirs a terrible smirk on Freddy’s face as he gets up again, leaning both hands on the table and looking way-too-pleased at each of the other women- and suddenly you remember.

No. No!-

Purely to torture you he takes a deep breath before saying a damn thing, and that’s enough time for you to jump up, grab his sleeve and drag him out of the kitchen- all to the sound of horrible, smoky laughter. He’s still laughing when you shut the door in his face.

Then you take a deep breath and compose yourself, leaning against the door. You can’t let him get to you like that, you know it. It’s just so terribly easy to lose yourself in the person you are with him… because, admittedly, you really like that person… they can stand up for themselves and that has never come so easily to you before.

But, you sigh, taking your seat again at the kitchen table with the others who began talking among themselves again as soon as you yanked Freddy out of the room. You’re just going to have to find another way to be like that- because that particular rout is out of the question, forever and always.

No argument.

Freddy’s POV now:

As soon as the door clicks shut behind her I start to glare. I could so close… I could smell gas in her hair… Growling from the back of my throat, I turn away from the kitchen and head to the living room. Out the window I can see Coverall’s Redux layin’ under a car, getting even more gas on his hands to clean off in Y/N’s hair… For just a second, I think about how pretty his brains would look splattered all over the car port, my hands on the wheel and my boot on the gas pedal… I catch sight of the cabbage patch kid giving me a weird look, and raise my eyebrow at him. “What?”

“That’s crazy face you got there. Not that you’re not always funny-looking, don’t get me wrong. But what’s on your mind?”

“… How hard I’d have to kick for you to fit in the garbage disposal. The sound… would you make more a crunch sound or a clatter?... Mm, let’s give it a try~ ”

“Hey hey hey!... “Chucky raises his hands by his head, giving me some of the fakest wide-eyes I’ve ever seen on that fucked up, mangled, twisted doll-face. “Watch your fucken self.”

I just roll my eyes and sit down on the couch, back to the window. “Gimmie the remote, jackass.” Whatever, I think, as I snatch the remote right out of his tiny child-hands. I shouldn’t bother with the pathetic b-level slasher outside, anyway. I have bigger fish to fry… Elm street kids~ Mm, my favourite.

… He can do whatever the hell he likes with her fucken hair.

Your POV Again:

After the day’s insanity (It is never boring here. … Never. Not for an hour. … God, you wish it could be boring for a day or even just an hour around here!!) you’re plopped on the couch with your legs in Bo’s lap and an old atlas in your lap; Just flipping through, trying to ignore the sound of Michael’s TV blaring in front of you all. He always has the volume up as high as it can go, and right now he’s watching Formula 1!- its loud, to say the least.

You’re just exploring the streets of Cuba when Bo taps your shin with the tips of his fingers, catching your attention. Flashing him a small smile, you tilt your head to the side; Silently asking him what’s up?

“I think we gotta talk.” His voice cuts through Michael’s Formula 1, thankfully, but you’re a little nervous by his tone,.. You think back to Oliver, a guy that dated last year, and how he sounded exactly the same way- just before he told you that he loved you.

Eugh. You wince, and almost shiver, thinking about it.

“Okay… What about?”

“I wanna take ya home, little girl.”

“You- “Suddenly Michael switches the TV promptly off, and turns to you and Bo; Nothing-at-all subtle about it. Your mouth falls open, about to ask him what exactly he’s looking at, like excuse me sir- But Bo is not done with you. This is, apparently, a very important talk for him. You close your mouth, give Michael a look (To which he does nothing, just pulls the lever that makes his armchair suddenly pop out and recline), and turn slowly back to Bo. “Sorry, uh, you mean- you mean Ambrose??”

The immediately gives you a bad feeling. Like, the cringe. Like, you’ve been dating for months now but it’s still way too soon for this. You are not the kind of girl that goes ‘home’. You are not a promise ring, meet-the-family, always and forever kind of girl. At least not now! Slow down-

“Yeah, that’s what I mean.” You glance to Michael, but he’s not even a lick of help, so you look back to Bo. “I wanna show you where I grew up.” Now you look around the rest of the room, but for once there is absolutely no one else around. For gods sake, of all times to get some privacy around here- You look back to Bo again; Looking attentive when really your mind is looking for the fastest ride a million miles from here. He doesn’t seem to have picked up on your squirrelly, ‘deer in headlights’ reaction, because he has that hot, country boy smirk on his face that almost make you weak. Almost makes your knees buckle. Almost makes you feel something. Almost. “Willya let me?” Well- … You almost would!

The atmosphere is so thick with tension that Michael suddenly slipping a straw under his mask and making a SLEURPsound at the volume of a jet engine absolutely make you jump. “… Um- “Michael stop sipping that coke, or so help me- “Well- “God, this never would have happened if you were still with-

“Yeah?... “

“… Okay Bo, here’s the thing, um, I don’t think this going to work… “

The next morning, Bo and his brothers are gone. Their stuff, their dog, their truck- everything. You’re asking about at the kitchen bench during breakfast, but you just give a helpless shrug over a steamy cup of coffee filled with sugar. You don’t really want to talk about it…

Quickly, you find Michael at the kitchen table. He’s perked up like a dog, looking at you, and you quickly squint at him. Like no. Tell them nothing. Michael, I swear-

Slowly, he tilts his head to the side at you; Pushing your buttons.

You turn your head too, giving him a threatening look. Like don’t you dare…

Tiffany, Jennifer, Stu, Billy, Freddy, Jason, Chucky and Carrie are all clumped together in the little kitchen as well and they watch this little, ongoing silent argument to the death; Some with amused chuckles, some looking baffled, some with their faces full of eggs.

When Tiffany finally sighs, and asks again about Bo and the others- Michael bolts for the fridge and the notepad on there. You flash across the kitchen after him, still begging him not to, but he writes on the notepad as if you’re not even there. You don’t bother him. You’re just a fly to Michael Myers.

Goddamn him.

When he’s done, having written ‘Y/N broke up with him’ on it as explanation, he puts the notepad and the pencil that goes with it back on the fridge and vacates the room.

Va- Leaves the room!! He doesn’t even care to see the disaster he’s created! Your mouth falls open, seriously considering chasing after the gremlin (Should never have fed him after midnight), but before you can even take a step- Freddy reaches you and grabs your arm and stops you from leaving. Hey, hey, hey-

“What?? What happened???” Tiffany asks immediately, a note of concern in her voice.

“What!?” Jennifer snaps, as you unlock Freddy’s fingers from your arm and throw his hand away. “Why the hell would you do that!? Oh I swear to god Y/N, if it was because of Krueger, I’ll- ” As soon as this comes out of Jennifer’s mouth, Jason looks towards the door- and- no. You’ve finally gotten him to start looking at you again! Quickly, you shut that down.

“No, it wasn’t.” … no… it wasn’t…

“So what you’re saying is you’re on the market again?~” Stu (Who has had it in his head since the climactic point of last years Christmas party that you're easy- ) asks, sticking out his tongue. Your mouth falls open once again, ready to tell him that no, you’re not on the market; you’re not fresh fish- but there are others who have things to say. Of course.

About your love life. Of course.

After all, why wouldn’t they? (ㆆ_ㆆ)

Billy sighs, setting down his own cup of coffee. He’s just trying to wake up, here. “Were you mean to this one, too?”

“Too???” You ask, baffled. “If you are talking about Oliver, that was not my fault! I didn’t know he was a cry baby- “Hopelessly, you search for an excuse for that phone call everyone heard. “it- it wasn’t on his profile- “

“She was mean.” Chucky pipes up, unhelpfully. He’s not really paying attention either, but he’s not one to let up a chance to pick on someone. “Oh don’t worry, doll, some of us are into that.” I’m about to be really mean, to you, Chucky-

“What happened?” Carrie finally speaks up, tilting her head. “Are you okay?”

Immediately your tone gets warm, responding to Carrie. “I’m fine- “

“The mean one’s always fine.” Freddy purrs, and you whirl on him with the mommy finger. Hush, you. When he backs up and shrugs, smirking, you promptly turn back to Carrie. Yeah yeah yeah, smirk all you like mr, just don’t speak.

“I’m fine, but ah… I just… had to let him go. He… wanted to take me home to Ambrose. And- I wasn’t ready for that.” You shrug.

You almost forgot anyone else was in the room except you and Carrie (And Freddy), so when Tiffany groans loudly and Chucky cackles, you give a little jump. Oh- right- Oh no-

“ -after 6 months!?”

“Fucks sake.”

“You’re never gonna find anyone.”

“Hopeless.”

Time Skip

The Christmas party this year a week later is at least less eventful than last year, you think, sitting with Carrie and Jerry at the non-drinkers table. Drayton was here, too, but he ran away to yell at someone… you’re not quite sure where he is now but you can hear him very faintly through the walls… You sort of wonder if Jason didn’t shove him in a cabinet somewhere.

Don’t get it twisted- it has still been eventful; Pennywise put whipped cream on absolutely everything including Chucky, Bubba tried to use the TV and accidentally set it to the porn channel (Jason turned it off and chucked the TV out the second story window after that. Michael was very upset), the twins crowned Freddy the Ugly Christmas Sweater King (Actually crowned him. You didn’t want to ask what the crown was made of, but it growled), and Hannibal and Pam had a very intense argument about how to properly prepare broccoli with cheese… but all-in-all, considering there haven’t been any casualties… just an old man lost in the walls… you’d say this has been a pretty mellow Christmas.

“Oookay,” You set down your red cup of lemonade, finally, and turn to Carrie. “I’m gonna go to bed, before Chucky and Tiffany start to make out on the dinner table.”

Carrie looks alarmed. “They did do that last year, didn’t they???”

“Wanna come?”

“Yes please.”

You giggle, getting up. “Let’s go. G’night, Jerr- “

Suddenly Chop Top goes flying by, chased by what was a crown (Now, possibly a racoon?) with a familiar fedora in its teeth, and Freddy chasing after it.

"... yes, definitely time to call it a night." You quickly turn, climbing out of your plastic chair.

"Yes."

Jerry gets up too, escaping his own chair with unjust grace. "Yes- "

After Jerry bid you both goodnight and you left Carrie at her room, you head towards your own around the corner. As soon as you turn that corner, though, you consider whipping right back around and getting into bed with Carrie.

Because- just- looking at Freddy leant on your door with his hat (Which has some chunks bitten out of it, now. And probably racoon rabies) tipped over his eyes like some Ohio cowboy, you just... want to run away. Or kick him. Why-

... Jerry walked right by here, to get to his room, you realise as you stand at the end of the hall... and silently curse him. That bastard-

"You just going to stand there all day princess or face me?"

"... " You open your mouth to reply, something snarky about sleeping in Jason's room tonight, or on the couch, or Drayton's van, but you're too tired- or you cant be bothered,.. or maybe because he called you princess, but-

Whichever one it was, you instead just sigh and approach- shooing him off your door and opening it. "I don't know what you're talking about." You shrug, chucking your Santa hat at your dresser. He follows you in and closes the door, but its so second nature even a year later that you don't really think much of it. "I'm in my room! All good... " And you maybe like it when he's there with you; Maybe you get a little buzzed. But we'll go with the second nature, thing. Less drama.

"Hmmm... you know what I'm talkin about... " You're just taking a drink out of your water bottle, any reason to not focus on Freddy, he comes up behind you. Miraculously he manages to not touch you (Something he has seemed to have a real issue with, you've noticed.) but he's that creepy 'too close' that is his signature. As soon as he speaks next, you almost choke realising he's that close to you again and jump, turning his way and stepping backwards. "You feel like tellin' Old Freddy the truth about what happened with your little boyfriend?~ Cuz some things are not adding up and I think I'm gonna like the answers, huh?"

"I told you, I - It wasn't- I just didn't like him enough, is that a crime?? Mind your own beeswax."

He makes a loud 'Err' sound. "Wrong answer. Try again." Your jaw drops open.

"... To which part!??"

"Okay. Let me give this a try for you, hm? Daddy'll figure this out for you, so don't worry your pretty little head, hm?" Freddy starts to prowl towards you again, and you try to back up!- but of course your back connects with a wall and you're stuck there like a trapped animal. Wha- you look around for an escape- hold on- your wide eyes land on him again. There's such a serious look on his face- Why- "Mommy's boy tries to get closer to you, asks you to go home with him, tries to make an honest bitch out of you, yeah?... You realise hold on- hold on-... I'm not havin' as good a time as I had before,.. Time to cut and run." Your heart is beating out of your chest, now looking up at him as he leans over you.

... Defiant, you open your mouth again to stop him- but he is not done. He holds a finger-knife up in front of your face and his voice gets impossibly rougher and you immediately close your mouth again. " -And then there's that dream you had about me last week... " That same blade falls forward now, towards you. A grin slips across his face. "That's the part I'm stuck on, sweetheart. Gonna need a little help, there."

Oh- "Nothing happened in that dream, Freddy!- "

"Defensive... It must have been good, huh?~ Too bad it wasn't one of mine- "

"Fine!" God- your cheeks are hot, your forehead is hot, your neck is hot, your ears are hot, you cant take anymore! He smirks and stays quiet while you talk. He's quiet... but the look on his face is obnoxiously loud. "Fine, you've got it. You know exactly what happened with Bo. He wasn't you. He wanted more of me then then I could ever give him, more then I ever wanted to give anyone, all that you never asked me for. And- he didn't do that tongue thing. There! That's everything, what- what- what now?- what do you- "

When Freddy's mouth crashes down onto yours the tension from a year is broken, and you're too worked up to talk sense into yourself. And you don't want to. You bunch your fists in his sweater and he fists your t-shirt to hold you against him (So you cant get away), and you crane your neck and feel the brim of his hat against your forehead again, and the tongue thing, and-

He takes it away again. Goddamnit, you want to curse at this man- "You're mine again now, understand? And don't tell a soul, this time... "

"... -Hey, oy!" Jabbing him in the chest, you give him a frown. "I am not the one who blew it the last time."

"... uh, no- "

"You wanted to kiss me so bad, you couldn't wait til later." A little grin slips across your face.

Freddy's avoiding eye contact, now. "That's not how I remember it... "

"That old mistletoe trick!- "

"Nope, I don't remember that at all." He grins back, and you roll your eyes at him.

"Lies."

"No lie, sugar."

You're almost forget the real problem here, but the realisation dawns on you. He wants to keep it a secret again??... Eyes downcast, you worry your bottom lip as you think... But- "... But- uh- isn't that kind of anti-productive??"

"Mmm... But the alternative is... well~ " Eyes flicking back upwards you catch the absolute dirtiest grin on his mouth and you groan; face hot again. No, don't- "Not that tongue thing, thats for sure~~ "

"Wh- No- "Weakly, you let go of him. Damnit it has a point, though- "Ughhhhhhh, that's it, out! Out, get away from me- " You try to slip around him and open the door so he can leave you to be mortified alone- but he catches your wrist and pulls you back.

You stumble immediately, and recover your dignity without missing a beat- by pressing your lips to his before he can say a word.

#you can really see the improvement of quality between the last one and this one 😅 (i think anyway) thats good! ^^#i do feel like i sacrifice comedy chops every time my writing gets better though /:#Freddy Krueger x Reader Oneshot #Freddy Krueger x Reader #Freddy Krueger #Horror House!AU #Horror House! AU #Horror House AU #Horror Villains #Slashers #the ending gave me a HEADACHE.

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In Defense of Elmer

Le sigh.

I didn't want to make a separate post to this, but my response was too long to reblog it with the original post. This post is a response to the "I Hate Elmer" post made by @puffskeeter , linked here.

This isn't a post made to attack OP, to cancel them, and/or to call them out. I'm not even asking OP to delete it. This is just me critiquing their post and the problems I have with it.

So I'll start by saying, I completely disagree with a majority of it. Originally, I was not gonna say anything and just go on about my merry way, but this post is just completely unfair and it leaves nasty implications that I feel need to be addressed.

"Yeah i really hate this kid ngl... I despise that his only real personality traits are being autistic coded and eating glue."

1. Does anyone know why kids eat glue? Or more specifically, why Elmer eats glue? FUN FACT: kids usually don't eat glue because they can. He could've been curious, he could be addicted to it, he could see eating glue as a way to rebel or seek attention, he could have other issues like pica. While I don't condone eating glue, there are plenty of reasons why kids could potentially eat glue. Any one of these reasons could be used to build off of Elmer's character. It's a weird talking point, I know, but it's a place to start.

2. What gives off the impression that Elmer is "autistic coded"? What traits have Elmer shown the audience to hint that he could be portrayed as someone with autism? He doesn't seem to struggle with social cues. He has no problem maintaining eye contact. We don't see him struggle to understand emotions. We don't ever see him get over-stimulated over "mundane things". And he doesn't seem to have any special interests. I understand that autism is a spectrum and not a "one size fits all", but the only traits I could maybe see Elmer having to be considered autistic would be his trouble communicating/shyness and his weird eating habits. But the reason he's quiet and shy and hesitant to speak in "Paste Makes Waste" isn't because he's autistic; it's because he's being BULLIED. He's trying not to be perceived by Mitch and the rest of the class, and because he's being bullied, he's struggling with self-esteem. The fact that he eats glue in ONE EPISODE, as I've stated previously, could be for a number of reasons other than autism. There's nothing wrong with headcanoning that Elmer is autistic, but the only reason OP seems to think Elmer is autistic coded is because he's "weird" and "alone". And that's not okay.

3. The episode, "Paste Makes Waste" is around 15-20 minutes long, there's only so much they could do with Elmer to make some random kid "the one-off villain of the day" and have it make sense.

"... But its also just a complete rewrite of his character while keeping his design similar. IDK i just think it would serve a better purpose if ppl used a different character as the "Nerdy friend" instead of Elmer because of how badly "Paste makes Waste" handled his character.

4. You stated earlier that you despised Elmer because he had no personality. But here, you're stating that you don't like when the small handful writers (because let's be honest, not many people tend to include Elmer in their fics to begin with) try to make him more than the paste eater from kindergarten. See how hypocritical that sounds? He was five years old, is anyone the same person they were when they were five? Would it be more realistic if he just sat around eating glue for the entirety of the fic so he'd "stay in character"? Should Mitch continue torturing small animals for the hell of it? Should the Powerpuff Girls only wear their signature colors and similar dresses for the rest of their lives? Is no one allowed to change who they are and grow as a person? There is a discussion to be had about writing characters OOC, but the post said earlier that Elmer had no personality to begin with, so how could he be OOC if he isn't much of a character to begin with?

5. Why police how people write certain characters? Am I saying Elmer was the best written character in the entire franchise? Of course not. But that doesn't mean people can't try to write fresh interpretations of him, or attempt to fix him if someone has the same problems with Elmer's character like this post does.

"... But i hate Elmer's episode because "imaginary Fiend" (the Episode about Mike Believe) has the exact same message with a similar character idea (Autistic coded and socially awkward/ excluded) but actually manages to NOT present mike as dangerous or disgusting like "Paste makes Waste" does with Elmer."

6. To say that "Imaginary Fiend" and "Paste Makes Waste" have the exact same message is such a fallacy. And to compare Mike to Elmer in this manner is so unfair.

For starters, Mike was never bullied. Alienated, sure, but for a very different reason. Mike was the new kid, and he chose to isolate himself from the rest of the class. He was laughed at for "talking to himself" and having an "imaginary friend", yes, but being laughed at and bullied are not the same. There's no evidence to suggest that any of the students dislike Mike for any particular reason. In fact, on multiple occasions, Mike's peers have been portrayed to be open-minded and accepting of new students/people in their classroom They welcomed the Powerpuff Girls in open arms in the movie, several students invited Princess Morbucks to play with them on multiple occasions in "Stuck Up, Up and Away" despite her snooty rejections, and they (with the exception of the Powerpuff Girls) didn't bat an eye at Mr. Green when he substituted for Ms. Keane in "Substitute Creature". Initially, Mike has no reason to resent his peers or hold any sort of grudge against them, he's just shy. Mike also doesn't have an antagonistic role (or an active role tbh) in his episode like Elmer does in his, so it's evident to see that Mike is potrayed in a much better light than Elmer was.

Once again, the term "autistic coded" is used to describe Elmer and now, Mike. And once again, the only real trait Mike has to suggest he might be autistic would be his trouble with communicating with others. Once again, just because someone has trouble communicating with others does not mean they are autistic. It's not uncommon for any five year old kid to be nervous in a new setting where they don't know anyone. And to suggest he has trouble communicating with others is a stretch in itself, he had no problems talking to Patches, or telling Ms. Keane who Patches was, and how Patches was disrupting the classroom and essentially framed by him.

The lessons learned at the end of Elmer's episode were that bullying is wrong, don't fall into peer pressure, and learn when to apologize. There isn't much of a lesson to Mike's episode.

Mike's episode looks better on paper, as well, but they do not have the same message. "Imaginary Fiends" is about a guy who's too shy to make friends, so he makes his own imaginary friend come to life, who causes trouble for his classmates. Meanwhile, "Paste Makes Waste" is about a boy who's being bullied, who mutates into a glue monster and uses his new found power to retaliate against the bullies and takes his anger out against other innocent bystanders. There is something to be said about Elmer's episode and the parallels you can draw about this episode and the current political climate in regards to school shootings. But to reiterate, Elmer is 5 or 6 years old at best. It's their first year of schooling ever, these kids are just learning how to read, write, and arithmetic. He doesn't know how to properly process his emotions, nor does he have the life experience needed to know how to handle being bullied for what likely is his first time. And Elmer's shown to be remorseful at the end of the fight and toward the end of the episode, to be quite honest, you could just chalk it up to a kindergarten having a temper tantrum.

Speaking of dangerous, no one saw Elmer as such until he attacked the students, which to be honest, is fair enough. He attached the twins to a plane mid-flight, stuck Mitch on the top of the school flagpole, and wrecked havoc all throughout Townsville. Once he calmed down from hearing Buttercup's apology, the threat was eliminated. If we were still supposed to see Elmer as dangerous afterwards, they wouldn't have bothered showing us a scene of a monstrous Elmer helping rebuild the city. Townsville has no qualms with arresting five year olds, if Elmer was as dangerous as you claim, he'd be behind bars.

And while eating glue is gross, it's rather tame compared to the other, more disgusting moments in the show. Buttercup doesn't bathe for days in "Down 'N Dirty", the Rowdyruff Boys were created in a prison toilet and used their Chemical X enhanced flatulence to knock out the girls in their debut episode, there's the nightmare fuel that is "Cootie Gras", Bubbles eats a roach in "Bubble Boy", and the army of roaches in "Insect Inside".

I could keep going, but I won't because this is long enough. In conclusion, this wasn't made to suddenly make anyone like Elmer. It's completely fine if people don't like him or anyone else (assuming it's not discriminatory), just be honest as to why. To claim that Elmer (and to a lesser extent, Mike) is "autistic coded" because he's ostracized and weird (and for you to say that you don't like him because you believe he is that way), is very harmful to people with autism. Had this post just been OP stating their opinions and beliefs as to why they don't like Elmer, I wouldn't have been bothered by it. But to attempt to hide personal, biased thoughts behind the notion that the show forces us to think of Elmer this way is deceitful. And to put Mike on a pedestal, who's objectively seen as a better character morally, just to shit on Elmer is cheap.

#ppg #elmer sgloo #elmer skloo #mike believe #blossom utonium #bubbles utonium #buttercup utonium #the powerpuff girls #long post

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neonacity · 2 years

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ARCANE : INIZIO | CH.5 | NCT DREAM X READER

Summary: When human deviants granted with the abilities of the legendary Arcana cards find themselves racing against devious forces, they are left to make a choice that might change the fate of the world itself: be the victims of the game, or become the masters of it themselves.

But will this war end with a crowned hero?

Or will it just create another mad villain?

*****

Note: This is the second book of Arcane. The happenings in this story is a prequel to the first installment which you can check in my Masterlist. Since the lore is highly dependent on the first book, I highly suggest you check it out first—otherwise, new readers might have a hard time understanding what is happening here. Expect lots of time jumps and flashbacks throughout the chapters.

Pairings: Dream 00’ Line + Mark x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: romance, violence, torture, trauma, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI. Please do not repost. I only publish my works in Tumblr.

Previously > CH. 1 | CH.2 | CH.3 | CH.4

[Rosewood Academy, One year before the Cypher Project]

Your hurried footsteps echoed through the hallowed hallways of the academy. It was still a few minutes earlier than the time you were asked to report to the Head office, but you didn’t care, your pace steady as you made a beeline towards that white door at the end of the hallway that has become so familiar to you throughout the years. Working through the nervous blockage in your throat, you tried your best to swallow your escalating anxiety since you first heard about your father’s return. When Ten announced that he refused to see anyone the moment he arrived, you knew right then and there that something has gone terribly wrong.

Your heart was beating hard against your chest when you finally stopped at the lone doorway in the corridor. You were about to knock when it opened all of a sudden, Ten’s face popping on the other side. He only looked mildly surprised to see you there, though he didn’t get to say anything as your eyes dropped to the tray he was holding. One look at the bloodied bandages there made you push the door open and slip past him in a rush.

“Darling, wait—”

“Ten, it’s fine. Let her in.”

Your gaze easily found the man sitting behind the oak desk at the head of the room. His clothes were clean and pressed, but even his sleeves didn’t manage to fully hide the edges of bandages circling his arm. The room was silent as you stared at him, and it was only the gentle closing of the door that made you unfreeze from your stance. Your father’s face was impassive as he looked at you, but he was the one who first broke the silence as he waved his hand slightly to motion at something—or someone in the room. For the first time, you noticed that it wasn’t just the two of you there.

“We were just about to finish, honey. If you could just give us a couple more minutes.”

“No, her timing is perfect. It will save us time if she is here.”

The person sitting directly across from him was the last you were expecting to see. You have only met the man a couple of times before, but there was no mistaking the ice cold stare that seems to pierce through everything and anything on its way. Mark’s father…

Junho Lee.

“What is going on?” you asked carefully as your gaze moved from him to the other. Looking at your father more closely now, you noticed the tired lines on his face and the uneasy set of his lips. He looks pained. Worried.

“Did something happen? Are you hurt?”

The fact that both men didn’t have an immediate answer to your question made your stomach drop. You were already starting to feel the beginnings of panic again when Junho spoke.

“He has come across an unexpected circumstance a couple of weeks ago. He is fine after my men managed to find him before things got worse.”

“Is that why you decided to give him your time first instead of talking to your daughter?” your tone was cold and hard as you kept your gaze steady on your father. You absolutely refused to acknowledge the other man, incensed by the way he seems to be taking command on what should be a personal topic of conversation. You didn’t give a damn about who saved who at the moment. Pleasantries and thank yous can be given later. For now, you need to talk to your family. Alone.

The edge in your voice was definitely not lost on the Headmaster. Peering at you over his wire-rimmed glasses, he silently turned to his friend after and spoke carefully to cut through the tension in the room.

“I think it’s best if I explain things to her alone first. We can have another talk later with both kids.”

Both kids…? What the hell is going on?

For a few seconds, the other didn’t even look like he wanted to budge in his seat. He simply sat there, until the corner of his lips finally twitched to a smile. It wasn’t genuine, that much is obvious, but you still internally sighed when he dipped his head a little into a small bow.

“Of course. I will check on Minhyung first. It’s been a while since I’ve seen my boy after all.”

You remained on your spot, eyes on anywhere but the man when he finally picked himself up from his chair and strolled past you. You only allowed yourself to breathe properly again when you heard the door close behind him.

“Papa—”

“Please take a seat, love. I’m fine, if that’s what you are worried about. Sit down so I can tell you everything.”

You didn’t waste another second to go straight to the closest chair to him. Reaching over, he easily received your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. His shaky grip told you that his injuries might be serious, though he did try to keep his hold on you steady. Your worry was escalating, but you managed the push out the first pressing question you could think of.

“Your injuries, are they bad?”

He shook his head and smiled.

“I had Ten patch me up. He said they aren’t serious, but I can still ask for help from Chenle later if that will make you feel better.”

You barely gave a nod. “What happened? They said you left in a hurry.”

Your father’s face fell a little. At that moment, with just the two of you, you realized how on edge he really was about the situation. The fact that he seemed unsure of how to explain the everything only made your worry flare up even more. He was only silent for a few more seconds, but it felt like forever before he finally found his voice again.

“Someone is after us, love. And we need to get into hiding soon. You most especially. They can have anyone but you.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but this definitely wasn’t it. The man has always been overprotective of you, sometimes to the point of madness, but this was the first time you felt and head real fear in his voice. You frowned, utterly confused by his words.

“I don’t understand—”

“At the start of this month, the Kims gave us a tip about strangers stalking the grounds of Rosewood. I had requested for them to send more of their men to observe, just to see if they are from any rogue families, but they weren’t able to pin any names to them. From the way they can’t pass through the borders of the forest though, I’m sure that they aren’t members of the Arcana bloodline.”

A cold chill ran down your spine at the realization. If they aren’t part of the family, then….

“Humans…?” you whispered softly. Your father’s gaze on you was unwavering, the worry in his expression more obvious now than ever.

“They know about us. Someone has leaked the secret of the Arcana to the outside world, and now they’re hunting us one by one.”

“But who could have done it?”

“Anyone. We are a big circle. Someone could have sold the information or was coerced to give it away. Regardless of who it is, we have been betrayed. There��s a war coming, and we need to leave before we get taken down by it.”

You stopped at his choice of words. Something was not adding up and you don’t like the path this was going.

“What do you mean we need to leave? Papa, we just can’t flee,” you said tensely. The look on your father’s face made your hands turn cold. You shook your head slowly at him.

“No… you can’t force all of us to go into hiding.”

“We have no other choice. We can’t let them get to us.”

“They won’t if we fight back! Why should we let them bully us into retreating?”

“Darling, you don’t understand—”

“Papa, we are the ones with abilities! If we want to, we can make anyone—”

“Stop. Don’t talk like that.”

Your voice died at the look your father gave you. Ever since you’ve been a child, there have only been a few emotions that you see in him that never fails to gut you. The first one is his immense grief for his lost wife, and the second, that hollowed look that sometimes clouds his eyes every time he looks at you. You don't have a name for it, but you've always known what it means.

It's the look of fear about the possibility of you turning out just like your mother… the very woman who wiped out almost all the previous Arcana masters after being driven mad by her own powers.

The pressing feeling in your chest as you looked back at the shadows on his face was overwhelming. This is a scared man, a haunted man, a man who had never forgiven himself for a minute after the tragedy of losing his wife to the Arcana. And yet after all that, the IL Matto had to choose you as its new master, as if The Fool itself was mocking him for claiming his own daughter as its new wielder. Sometimes, the thought alone makes you want to peel the skin off of your own bones, strip yourself down to the core until you are a nobody, just so that you wouldn't be a living torture for your own father.

"Listen to me. And I need you to really, really listen, my girl,” he continued, clutching your hand tightly. “The Arcana abilities cannot be released into the world. It wasn't granted to us so that we can use it against humanity. If we start doing so, or if we fall in the wrong hands, everything would be ruined. Normal people are not ready for us—that's one thing you should understand."

Your head was spinning and his nails dug on the skin of your palms but barely even noticed his iron hold on you.

"Where have you been? Why did you leave?"

Your father's eyes flickered before looking away. For a second, it looked like he wasn't planning on even answering your question.

"I came to look for an old friend. I am not so sure how I can reach him since he had cut his ties with me a long time ago, so I tried to seek him out. I didn't realize I was being followed before I could even get to him."

Something about his explanation didn't sit right with you. If there's one thing you know about your father, it's how he acts when he is trying to protect someone. Right now, he is doing the same for the person he is talking about.

"Who is he and why is he so important that you risked leaving the safety of Rosewood?"

He didn't answer. That, however, was enough of a giveaway for you to piece things together. There were a lot of things about your father's life that you don't know, but logic was enough for you to arrive at a conclusion.

"Is it IL Mondo? The last of the Triad?"

A fleeting emotion that looked akin to pain flashed through his face. You know next to nothing about the last Arcana master completing the Triad. Just like you and your father's identities being hidden to the wider network of the bloodline, IL Mondo's face and name has also been shrouded in mystery. However, it is a well-known fact among the family that the person had long since burned its connections with the Arcana circle, the same time the great fallout caused by your mother happened. You knew, because even their face and record were burned off the Arcana Archives that only current masters have access to.

"We need to get to him before our enemies do. Each Master is important, but it's the three of us who need to run away the most. If they get to any of us, the other Arcana powers can be controlled, even by mundanes."

"Where is he then? Do you even know where to find him?"

Your father slowly let go of your hand. "Yes. He is in plain sight, but contacting him has been hard. When he left… he made it clear to me that he doesn't want to hear from me again. He is in a position where he can put as many walls between us as he wants."

You frowned. From the way he is describing him, you could only assume that he is talking about someone with power. Who could it be? A politician? A businessman?

"What's his name, papa?"

The look he gave you was sharp and pointed.

"You don't need to know who he is. Just as he shouldn't know anything about you being the new IL Matto."

You couldn't bring yourself to argue with that. You didn't have the chance anyway because before you could even say anything, he was reaching out for your hand again. He cradled it carefully this time, as if he was afraid he would break you.

And he almost did. With what he said next.

"Honey, I need you to do something for me..."

"I need you to marry Mark."

The way your heart almost physically stopped in your chest made you unable to immediately give a reaction. You didn't know how long you looked at your father until the shock and confusion of everything settled in.

"You're not serious, are you?"

The look of resignation he gave you made bile rise to the back of your throat. You have expected this day would come, but never in this frame or situation. All along, you've thought it was a silly little agreement, one you and Mark can easily both say no to.

"I have already talked to Junho about it. He will share everything to Mark and—"

"Papa, are you hearing yourself speak right now? You've talked to him but you have never asked me about this?! How about Mark? None of you are in the position to make this decision for us!"

You hated the way your voice rose. Standing up from your seat, you pulled your hand from your father's hold so you could put some distance between the two of you. All of a sudden, the room seems suffocating, the heat from your frustration climbing up to your temples. All the while, he simply looked at you with guilt that only made everything as worse as it is.

"This is the best way we can take care of the situation. I don't know how long I can protect you, love. The Lee family is the most powerful name in our circle. You'll be safest if you become a part of them. They have already sworn allegiance to you. A marriage would make that stronger."

"Oh for fuck's sake, cut the crap, Father," you blurted out, unable to control your words any further. The idea is preposterous, but you hate how he is treating you like a clueless child right now. He can phrase it however he wants, but he can never fool you. Never you.

"I know why you are selling me to that family. I've always known. You're scared of them, aren't you? You're scared of Junho turning his back on you for what mother did to his wife. That’s why you've always kept him close to you—so you could watch his every move. It's been part of your plan all along—I know because you always have one. Do you really think marrying me off to Mark will keep them from hurting me if they want to?"

The storm of emotions that flitted behind his eyes were a silent confirmation for what you’ve always known. He didn't dare deny it, knowing full well he can never hide anything from you. If there is anyone who could pick his brain apart, after all, it would be you.

"If you do the Blood Link when you marry, they can't hurt you without hurting their own son."

For the second time that night, you found yourself freezing on your spot. You’ve always known the logic behind your father’s plans, but not in a million years did you realize how deeply they ran. You've only read it once, but the Blood Link is an archaic practice that joins two Masters together in a lifelong union. It used to be a sacred practice, one that the older generations religiously followed to keep their abilities within their families. When the blood of an Arcana holder is joined with another, their life forces are intertwined to become one. The connection is unbreakable, that even death wouldn't be able to come between it.

"You're not… We are not going…" you whispered now as you still tried to process everything. The set of his lips made you take a step back, your hand holding on to the nearest chair you could reach.

"It's the best way to do it. If you marry Mark, you'll be safe forever. You'll have their protection, and they will also strengthen their bloodline if they have you. Junho gets as much here as you and I do. Do you really think Mark won't hurt you without this kind of arrangement? He is still a son of that family. He still lost his own mother because of yours."

The words beat inside of your head painfully as if your father screamed them. There were so many emotions coursing through you, but one thought made them all stop. Your father may be right about many possibilities, but you're also sure of one thing. Mark…

Will never betray you.

"He doesn't need to marry me for him to not hurt me," you said softly now as your gaze slowly met his. You saw the way he paused, not expecting your words. "I trust him."

You didn't wait for him to say anything before you turned around and walked towards the door. He didn't call out to you, even as your cold hand wrapped around the knob to pull it open. The moment you stepped out of the room though, your heart dropped to your stomach once again, this time for an entirely different reason.

Standing outside, their eyes quietly on you were Renjun and Haechan. Jaemin stood to the side, his face unreadable, but it was Jeno's silent gaze that made your breath stop.

******* "I've been looking for you."

You didn't immediately turn around at the sound of the new voice behind you. You were leaning against one of the low walls at the academy's rooftop, your eyes set on the fields that stretched beyond. You could see everything from this vantage point, from the fields you used to play on to the fringe of the forest with the ancient oak tree.

"Has your father talked to you already?" You asked without even moving from your spot. You waited for Mark to join you before finally glancing his way, the set of his lips obvious as he settled beside you.

"They wanted us to get married as soon as possible."

"Were you surprised by it?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"The same reason you aren't. We knew this was coming. I just didn't expect it to be this soon."

You looked away again, your thoughts running a mile by the second. You came here to clear your head after everything that has happened, and yet you're not even close to a single answer to any of your questions. Mark was quiet beside you, his eyes also watching the sea of green beyond.

"What are we going to do, Mark?"

The question was rhetorical, so you weren't surprised at all when he didn't answer immediately. The hard truth is that the two of you could ask so many things, and yet nothing would still change the situation you're facing right now. Rosewood and the Arcana Famiglia are still in danger. Betrayals may happen—if they haven't yet. Your father wants to retreat and hide. And you still want to fight.

"Let's get married then."

His answer was so unexpected that your mind shut down for a second. Turning to him, you felt your heart start again in your chest when you saw the look on his face. It scared you, how his eyes met yours bravely.

"What?"

"I said… Let's get married," he repeated, his voice steady. It took you a few seconds to realize what it was about the way he was looking at you that was different. And then it hit you. Mark has always been careful around you, but right now, he has let go of the usual walls he puts up every time with you. The boy standing in front of you now was not afraid to show the extent of his feelings—feelings you've always known but have always avoided to acknowledge.

"Mark…"

"I like you," he said before you could even finish. He sounded so frustrated that you felt a part of you break just hearing his voice. "I always did. And I know you know it too."

"We can't do this…"

"Why are you so against this?"

"Because you're my best friend—"

"Fuck being best friends!" He blurted out, his voice rising so unexpectedly that you flinched. This was the first time he had ever raised his tone on you that it left you speechless and stunned. He ran his hand frustratedly through his hair now, looking at anywhere but you as if he was searching for something that can ground him again.

"I've tried, okay. I've tried so hard to just be your friend because I knew that's what you wanted. But I can't do this anymore. I love you. And if you can't feel the same way, then just tell me because I can't do another day of this anymore."

"Mark, I love you. But I can't marry you."

"Why? Tell me then. Give me a reason. Is it because of Jeno? Jaemin? The others?"

"It's not just that—"

"Then why?!"

"Because loving you can't make me unlove any of them, okay!" You finally shouted back, your voice cracking at the edges. You looked at him brokenly, tears just on the brink of spilling down your face.

"You think I didn't try? I did, Mark. Every day. All logic says to choose you. But I can't help it. I'm just as connected to them as I am to you. Do you really want to get into a marriage knowing that?"

He didn't answer. He simply looked at you, his broken silence gutting you even more than any reply he could have given.

"I can do anything for you. You know that," he finally said after a while. "I can accept anything you want me to."

"Can you kill me then?"

Your question made him stop. Your gaze on him didn't waver as you waited for his answer.

"What?"

"Can you kill me if you need to? I can go mad down the line, just like my mother did. Probably hurt people too, like she did. When that happens, can you kill me?"

The look of pain that flashed through him was palpable. He slowly shook his head and refused to look at you.

"You won't. Jaemin and Jeno, they won't let it happen. We won't let it happen."

"And if I lose any of them? What if the day comes when something changes and even they—or any of you—can't hold me back?"

"That's impossible—"

"Just answer the question, Mark," you gently cut him off this time. He paused, his jaw tightening.

"I can't. I won't do it."

"Even if my powers start to hurt people?"

"I don't care. I can't lose you."

The silence that followed was heavy. You simply looked at him, your gaze enough to tell him the things you wanted him to realize. He reflected your pain like a mirror, every bit of him as defeated as you felt.

"That's why we can't be together, Mark. You'll make the world burn for the people you love…" you finally said softly. The guilt that shot through him was immense, but he didn't say anything to deny what you just said. Slowly, you reached for his face, your palm cradling his cheek. It pains you to see him hurting, and you tried to chase it away by running your thumb gently over the corner of his eye.

"I'm so sorry…" you whispered. "I love you. But the moment I marry you is the moment I start to lose you. I can't afford it, Mark.

"Everyone, but you."

******* "Has anyone seen Mark-hyung? He's not in his room," Chenle asked as he slipped on the bench at their dinner table. The cafeteria was noisy with some of the students enjoying their meals before curfew, but their spot seemed more quiet today than usual.

"Maybe he's still with his dad," Renjun offered, though he didn't seem that convinced by his own answer himself. He peered surreptitiously at Jeno beside him then before exchanging a meaningful glance with Jaemin one seat down.

"I don't know where noona is too…" Jisung said hesitantly, his eyes moving from one boy to the next. He looked like he wanted to ask more, but the subdued tension clinging to their small group told him it would be better to not push it.

It would be an understatement to say that the rest of the afternoon had been strange. After the Tourney, each of them were called to the Headmaster's office to "catch up." The meetings were quick and nothing else was disclosed, but they have been told that certain changes might happen in the Academy soon. As vague as it is, that was enough of a sign to tell them that something odd is up. Because if there is anything that doesn’t happen much in Rosewood, it’s change. The Academy prioritizes tradition over anything else, because that’s how it keeps order to the whole Family.

"My mom called me earlier. She said she's going to come visit next week," Haechan said carefully as he moved his food around with his fork. Slowly, he looked at the others, expecting for their reaction. Renjun finally sighed and leaned back on his seat.

"Mine too. They said we're coming back to China for a bit."

Chenle frowned. "Now? In the middle of the school year?"

Jaemin finally broke his silence. "Something must have happened. Whatever it is, it's big. My family reached out to me too and wanted me to come back as soon as possible."

"Which doesn't make any sense," Renjun said as he leaned over the table. "We were sent here in the first place for our protection. Rosewood is supposed to be a safe haven for all of those with the Arcana bloodline, especially the Masters. The Academy literally has borders that shield us from the outside world. Why would they want us to leave?"

"Because this is also the only place where the Arcana powers are concentrated," Jeno finally spoke, his eyes still set on his untouched plate. Everyone looked at him slowly in silent shock. "If someone wants to get to them, Rosewood is the perfect place to raid."

Haechan paled as the words sunk in. "You think someone…"

"Has definitely betrayed our existence to the outside world," Jaemin finished his sentence, his face grim. "They want us to leave. Probably go into hiding. We'll be harder to track if we're scattered across the world."

Everyone fell silent for a moment. For centuries, Rosewood has always stood as a symbol of safety and sanctuary for everyone with the Arcana bloodline, Master or not. There was no shortage of wars won and lost in the history of the family, but the Academy has always been there at the center of it all. Leaving it is like cutting off the umbilical cord that sustains the life force of something ancient.

"What's going to happen now?" Jisung asked, his voice worried. None of his older brothers immediately replied, probably fearing the answers themselves.

"We still need to know the full story of it, but for now…" Renjun paused as he looked at each of the strained expressions of his friends.

"I think we need to get ready to fight."

******* "The preparations are all done, sir."

Kun kept his tone low as he addressed the man staring out the darkened view from his office window. At first he thought the Headmaster didn't hear him, but then he slowly turned to give him a tight smile after. Even under the dim lighting of the room, he could still make out the strain of past events clinging into the other's face like ghastly shadows.

"Thank you so much, Kun. Please tell the rest of your family that we owe them a lot for lending us your fortress."

He bit back the words that wanted to leave him by bowing his head slightly in respect. The truth is that just like the others, he was given little to no context about the current situation. However, it also didn't take that much for him to come up with his own guesses when the Headmaster asked for his help in sourcing a safe space for his daughter. The man called it a 'backup plan’... but all warning signs point to it being an 'exit route' instead.

"It's the least we can do. Our family is always loyal to the Arcana."

His words made a shadow of an unknown emotion ghost through the other’s face. For a slip of a moment, he looked like he was about to say something, before he bit his words back and looked away. Slowly, the man lowered himself back to his seat, a look of contemplation on him. Kun remained silent, waiting for him to voice out his thoughts.

"How deep does your loyalty run, son?"

Kun wasn’t expecting the question at all. He was still trying to scramble for an answer when the other met his gaze head on, the look sending needles down his spine. The Headmaster has always been a kind man, but as the master of IL Giudizio, he still holds one of the most significant positions in the Arcana circle. He could intimidate anyone with his presence alone if he wanted to, especially a Legacy—a powerless member of the family—like him.

"I am ready to give my life to the family, should the Arcana ask for it, sir," he finally managed to answer. The man kept his gaze on him, thinking more, before finally clasping his hands together.

"We have been compromised, my boy. Someone has betrayed the family and told the humans about the existence of the Arcana powers. I don't think we'll have much time until everyone in the bloodline, Master or not, gets hunted down and wiped out."

Kun paled as he processed those words. So many questions started springing in his head, the confusion only made worse by the twisting nausea and fear that shot through him. The Headmaster continued, his eyes dark even with the reflection of the flickering flame in front of him.

"No mundane should have their hands on any of the major powers. When that happens, humanity will be damned. There will be no one who will win this war."

"What should we do?"

The other paused for a moment. The silence slowly gnawed at Kun's insides as he realized the gravity of the situation even more. If the gatekeeper of the Arcana himself is in doubt, then who else can solve this?

"We should keep the secret safe with us. All of us," the Headmaster finally said. "We need to try our best to protect our legacy."

"By running away?" He asked with a slight frown. The man's eyes flickered, as if his question reminded him of something else.

"Not all wars should be fought with force."

No other sound pierced the room for a while. Kun had so many thoughts he was trying to sift through, one as heavy as the next. His mind was rejecting the idea, but even his denial cannot cover the reality of the situation. The fabric of the Arcana is unraveling fast... and nobody is safe.

"Kun, I need you to take care of my daughter."

He was so deep into his head that the Headmaster's next words sent him into a silenced shock. He looked at the other, unbelieving of what he just heard.

"What do you mean—"

"We're going into a war. We will be losing people along the way, that I can be sure of. I need someone to look after her. A circle of people she can trust no matter what happens."

"Sir, I'm sure you will be the best person to do this over anyone else. You have protected not only her but the whole family for decades."

He was about to say more when the expression on the other’s face stopped him. The look of resignation there was gutting.

"The truth is, I don't know how much time I have left," the Headmaster said, his voice calm. "I can feel it… Something is going to happen. And I know there is only so much I can do about it."

The fortress… the calls to the biggest family names in the bloodline.

He was right. The man was setting up his last elaborate plan.

"You've proven yourself trustworthy since you swore your service to us. I would feel most assured if you take over as her guardian in case something happens to me. Would you do it, Kun? Can you promise your loyalty to her?"

It took him a while to finally manage a reply. He has always been a close ally to the Masters, but even as he was inducted to the inner circle, there are still times when Kun questions his worthiness as a member of it. Living beside the holders of the Arcana while lacking any abilities himself is a constant battle. Except for his bloodline, he is pretty much a regular human.

How can a powerless person like him even protect one of the Triads?

"Power comes in many forms, son. Yours is different… Maybe even stronger than any ability. An honest heart, I believe, trumps out everything else. My daughter will need it more than anything soon enough."

Kun paused as he let that sink in. He wondered if he had accidentally spoken his worries out loud, but the Headmaster's prying eyes alone told him that he didn't need to hear anything to see through him. In that moment, a certain determination settled in him, eating up any self-doubts that have been trying to pull him under. Steadily, he held the other’s gaze before giving a slight bow of his head.

"I promise to take care of her, Sir… I will do my best to keep her safe."

He couldn't see the man's face with his head down, but he could clearly feel his thankful and approving gaze on him.

"Thank you. I feel more comfortable knowing this. Don't worry, you won't do it alone."

Before he could even ask what that means, a soft knock made the two of them turn towards the door. Kun watched as it opened, ushering a number of people inside.

Behind him, the Headmaster stood up from his seat again. The newcomers each gave him their quiet greeting as he stepped to the middle of the room to face them.

"I think we have everyone we need here,” he started, his gaze touching each of the faces there. The room was silent and charged but there was a certain stillness and determination clinging in the air that made Kun's skin prickle. In that particular moment, he knew he was witnessing something that will go down in Arcana history.

“I know that I'm probably asking for too much, but I want to thank all of you for responding to my call. As you may have already guessed, something unexpected has happened. It's been decades, if not centuries, since something has challenged the sanctity of the Arcana, but it is happening now, and we need to fight the best way that we can against it. We still do not know who our enemies are, but they are out there, and I know they will strike soon enough."

"We are now on the brink of war. All of us here, including the Masters and other Legacies not with us, have to come together to win this. I called for you because I know you can help move the important pieces in this game. I know this is going to be an elaborate battle, and each of us will take part in it differently, but I want to take this chance to appeal for your loyalty."

No words were needed to understand the collective response of the small group. Still, a young man with reddish brown hair answered for the sake of everyone.

"You have our word, Sir."

The Headmaster took that as the confirmation he needed. Clasping his hands behind his back, he addressed everyone again with equal power and respect in his tone.

"Thank you. Allow me to say your names, so that the Arcana source above and below us knows that you've sworn yourselves to the fight."

"Suh, Johnny, La Giustizia, Master of The Justice."

"Lee, Chittaphon, IL Carro, Master of The Chariot."

"Kim, Mijeong, La Forza, Master of The Strength."

"Jung, Jaehyun, La Torre, Master of The Tower."

"Nakamoto, Yuta, L' Appeso, Master of The Hanged Man."

"Moon Taeil, L'Eremita, Master of The Hermit."

"And Qian Kun and Lee Taeyong, first sons of the Qian and Lees. The Ace of Shield and Ace of Sword."

"I’m putting my trust in all of you."

*******

A/N: Yeah... an update. Who would have thought, right?

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absurdist-shitpost · 2 years

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Seen a lot of arguments about whether or not it was in character for c!Tommy to attempt to reach out to c!Dream in the finale, but not a lot about how OOC it felt for Dream to respond the way he did?

Like. I’m upset about how Tommy’s character was handled for a variety of reasons but judging the stream purely by ‘do the characters act in ways that feel realistic based on how they’ve previously been characterized’ I actually think c!Dream was done far dirtier.

C!Dream is genuinely one of my favorite characters. He makes for a terrifying villain while also feeling deeply human, (and I really don’t think we needed a sympathetic flashback to further humanize him, but that’s a different topic) he’s cruel and controlling and deeply self-centered, but at the same time he craves connection to others while refusing to admit to feeling any sort of attachment out of fear.

C!Dream has always struck me as a character Deeply Afraid of vulnerability. Deeply afraid of Losing Control. I’ve seen posts floating around about how Dream’s planning relies much more heavily on improvisation and luck then he admits, and this is for a reason! Dream doesn’t want to say that he messed up, or that something went wrong, instead he’d much rather say that he was sabotaged (usually by c!tommy) or that This Was Totally the Plan All Along Guys.

It makes perfect sense for Dream to act like this! He was always a competitive and prideful person, even before Shit Got Bad, so when he (and the server more broadly) started taking things farther and farther, committing acts that he likely would have considered Too Far in the past, he responded by by digging his heals in. Because This Was Totally the Plan All Along Guys. If nothing else, c!Dream is a goddamn master of Committing To The Bit.

It’s what gives his character it’s tragedy. Because he would truly be happier just hanging out with his friends. But in the end, /he’s/ the one who cuts them off, not because of anything Tommy or anyone else did, but because he was scared that keeping them around would make him vulnerable. He becomes so blinded by his stubborn attachment (heh) to his own plans and power and this idea of godhood that not only does he ruin the lives of those around him, he ruins his /own/ life too.

And you’re telling me. That Dream, the same Dream that has tortured and abused multiple people, who has gotten /himself/ tortured and jailed, who cut off his friendships, ruined his own reputation on purpose and literally /died/ multiple times all in service of a plan that /he could’ve abandoned himself at multiple points/, That Dream, suddenly decides he gonna call it all off after a 15 minute conversation? Really?

And to be clear, I’m not saying that it feels unrealistic for Dream to regret his actions. In fact, I think it’s likely a part of him has regretted them since he started doing them. But Dream’s reaction to things going wrong has always been to either deflect or dig his heels in. To convince himself that it’s worth it. And above all, to never show Anyone that regret, because that would mean being vulnerable.

C!Tommy ‘understanding his motives’ wouldn’t make c!Dream happy or willing to listen to him, in fact it feels more in line with his character for him to be deeply angered and disturbed by this. There’s no way I can believe that c!Dream would want anyone, much less c!tommy, seeing what he likely considers to be deeply personal memories. C!Dream may want to be understood deep down, but that desire is overwhelmed by his crushing fear of being known. It’s why he cut off c!george and c!Sapnap in the first place, and why he’s dodgy in acknowledging c!Punz as more than just an ally. To c!dream, being understood means being hurt. It means giving someone else control over you.

And maybe c!Dream could overcome this, could realize he was only hurting himself and everyone around him, could realize that /this wasn’t really what he wanted/ but not in 15 goddamn minutes. Not when, from his perspective, his plan had finally come to fruition and he was in a position to obtain Goddamn Immortality. The Only Reason c!Dream was written to have such a quick turn around was because cc!Dream wanted to soften his character at the last second, despite his entire arc before this being built on him essentially sunk-cost-fallacying himself into self destructing and dragging everyone down with him.

Justice for c!Dream. In my heart of hearts you died drunk on your own hubris attempting to become an immortal death god.

#dsmp #dsmp meta #c!dream #dsmp finale #dsmp neg #I see c!Dream apologists celebrating this ending and I. cannot understand why #not even from my own bias perception of just not wanting a c!Dream redemption arc at all #but just like. if I had been hoping for a c!Dream redemption arc or for him to be portrayed sympathetically #likely for years #and this was what I got?#id be insulted #there’s no development #it doesn’t feel earned or in character #and three seconds later it’s all undone by amnesia anyway #it’s not even c!dreams choice #it only happens bc of what c!tommy sees in limbo #like #this is really what you guys wanted?#long post

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Shitty cape idea #2: Optogenesis

A case 53 with a semi-transparent head and a visibly glowing brain (careful observation shows that the amygdala and hypothalamus shine the brightest). Can shoot beams of light from his head that hijack a target’s memories, making them see visions or experience vivid emotions from past experiences. While he can only make light beams with vague goals or desired impressions in mind, such as “feel frightened” “see a distraction,” etc, his targets fulfill this by suddenly remembering aspects of specific memories and reformating them to the current situation. Crucially, Optogenesis has no idea what specific effect his beam will have on individual targets will have outside of vague directives, and they can have very disparate reactions.

For instance, he could fire a “see me as someone friendly” beam at a pair of guards. Guard A suddenly sees Optogenesis as their best friend Bryce, and asks what brought him to this part of town. Guard B sees him as their darling mother, and inquires with some embarrassment as to why she’s visiting them on the job. A good part of Optogenesis’ routine ends up being yes-anding multiple people who all think he’s someone different without tipping them off.

His role in fights tend to be a crapshoot: a “feel stressed” beam fired at enemies might cause one of them to have a full-on panic attack as they start reliving traumatic memories. The other might just strongly remember the time they put off their midterm essay until the last minute, and keep fighting while pushing away the feeling that they need to get home and hit the books because Professor Jones can be a real hard-ass about extensions.

Optogenesis was mostly a small-time crook, sent out as part of the Nemesis Program to help boost the status of a specific cauldron hero, spending years causing minor nuisances in a small city and never making much of a scene. Unfortunately, Optogenesis’ effects can cause memories to be re-consolidated incorrectly, a small problem for people only effected once but a large problem for someone like the cauldron hero who got hit every other week in the course of fighting her hand-picked nemesis. The hero steadily lost the ability to contextualize any of her memories, leading to a full-on (and from the outside incredibly sudden) breakdown mid-fight. Because the rest of the world saw this as intentional horrifying escalation by a previously harmless villain, Optogenesis has since been on the run to avoid the birdcage on charges of psychological torture. Since he’s as confused as anyone about what happened, he tends to be reluctant to use his powers, but his inability to keep a low profile (a glowing brain will do that) means he often doesn’t have much choice.

#parahumans #leo says #shitty cape ideas

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epiclamer · 2 years

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...I would like to humbly ask...for...'Bait'...Part7?

Because like bro I just discovered u and I'm reading it and the it just ends like 😭😭

Welcome to the shitshow <3

@badblondebisexualboy @annablogsposts @vernilliom @those-damn-snippets

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Bait Pt. 7

Waking up felt like torture all over again. Their body ached and shivered, which only jostled their wounds and caused them more pain. The freezing air made their fingers pulse with a dull numbness and overall everything just hurt.

Hero wished they had dreamt it all, that Supervillain, Villain and their lone Henchman were all some delusional, feverish nightmare. But opening their eyes to come face to face with their capturer assured them it was all real.

Fortunately, or unfortunately—Hero wasn’t really sure—the only one left in the room besides themselves was the villain. Supervillain and their henchman must've left while they were out.

Thank god.

They were sure that another second spent with that monster would've lead to their death.

"You're up."

Dragging Hero from their own waking thoughts was enough to make their head throb with a terrible headache. One that promised to stick around for at least the rest of the day. They would've groaned or swore if it wasn't their torturer making the statement.

The hero decided their best bet in their situation, for the both of them, would be to simply not respond. Villain never seemed to have a problem with one-sided conversations before anyways.

Why would it matter now?

Shakily, the villain rose to their feet from where they had been previously crouched down on the ground. Huddled around an open first aid kit with the materials all splayed out around the floor like a work of modern art. "I was worried you wouldn't."

The villain looked uncomfortable. Like they wanted to do something with their fidgeting hands, but felt like it wasn't their place. Maybe they felt bad about torturing the hero...

Maybe.

Hero coughed up a laugh, head hitting the pole they were still tied to. "D-Didn't lose that much blood did I?"

At the villain's silence, Hero's shoulders drooped. Lightening the mood clearly wasn't working, but why? It used to work before, what had changed in the villain's demeanour?

After all, Hero was still just their captive. Their bait. Torture was to be expected all in all, they shouldn't have been that surprised.

"Hah, thought I-I would've held out longer than that--"

"Forty-five minutes is long. Most can barely last the half of that."

The hero raised an eyebrow, "On average?" Villain glared back slightly, the tiniest hint of relief sought under their hard shell. "I mean, you would know, r-right?" Hero did their best to shrug their shoulders in a placating gesture. "Torture is k-kind of your thing, no?"

Surprisingly, the villain did not take that how Hero had imagined. They pictured a boasting criminal, maybe a slight blush at being recognized for their skill, but this villain looked downright miserable.

"I'm sorry." They both whispered in unison. Neither of them had the strength to hold eye contact with the other. But the villain seemed surprised at the hero's apology.

"You have nothing to apologize for."

Hero had to laugh, they couldn't hold themselves back at that. Prompting a not-so-good sounding rattle from their chest, turning their chuckle into a wheezing cough. "'M guessing I-I didn't help you c-climb the ranks, g-got that to apologize for."

Villains expression changed, annoyance and then back to stone. "Would you stop trying to make this situation better."

The crime-stopper quieted down from their fit. A little hurt from the other's words, but they lent an ear out of respect.

"I fucked up, okay? I would've never had accepted Supervillain's request if I had known that they wanted to hurt you, or anyone else for that matter." They took a deep breath, hands coming to their face in a panic as their eyes started watering and their tone raised. "I never wanted this, I never wanted to hurt you, I never wanted to hand you over to Supervillain."

They stifled a sob, "I just wanted to climb the ranks. When they told me it was just a kidnapping, a hostage without hurt kind of situation, I couldn't have been more eager to jump at the opportunity."

The hero remained silent, watching as the villain poured out all of their stress and unkempt emotions. It was obvious that this breakdown had been impending ever since the Supervillain had even shown up. Hero couldn't imagine the pressure.

"Now, now I am even more fucked than I was in the first place. Because if I keep you here, Supervillain will just keep coming back and I don't want to keep hurting you. But if I let you go..." Villain shuddered, "Supervillain will skin me alive and the heroes will dump my body into a vat of rubbing alcohol."

It was true. The heroes were known to be ruthless to high-class villains, or any villain they could catch and keep hidden from the press. Hero had witnessed firsthand some of the living conditions--if you could earnestly even call that living--and it wasn't pretty.

And if they could talk to Superhero? Explain the situation and beg for the villain's mercy? It would be as bad as volunteering to take their place. Not only that, but would they? Would they actually try and talk to their boss about sparing their kidnapper?

The risk simply wasn't worth it. And after all the torture, all the blindfolds and gags and manhandling. Hero wasn't even convinced they wanted the villain to make it out of this situation.

Some twisted-sadistic part of them hoped they got caught. But as much as their torture wasn't fair, it wouldn't be fair to the villain either.

"I promise," Hero's mind snapped back to attention at the sound of Villain's voice. "I promise, I'll get you out of here."

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All Might don't you ever worry that Rian's gonna get hurt being around other villains? Like what if they try to kill him?

Everyone within ten feet was shocked into utter silence. The group of younger villains sat loosely at the far end of the bar, well away from the aforementioned bartender, and had previously felt blessed that the great All Might was gracing them with his presence. Now everyone but the speaker-- a hooded figure with an unfamiliar voice-- suddenly wished they could run away without attracting the King's attention.

The big man finished his drink calmly, then set the pint glass down and quirked an eyebrow. "Why in the world would I be afraid for Rian's safety...?"

"Well, he's a little..." The newbie glanced over, oblivious to the many desperate gestures from those around him to shut his mouth. "... I think the polite way to put it would be 'soft', but that doesn't quite fit either."

"What's the impolite way?" All Might asked casually.

"Scrawny. Too friendly. Lacking in the ability to fight..." the stranger murmured, then continued. "And probably too weak to finish a simple job."

Everyone out of All Might's line of sight moved back, while those who were less lucky thought to pray for the first time in years. And to some it seemed that God might have actually answered, because the symbol of chaos only sneered.

"Oh, you're definitely new around here... Or else, you'd know better. Not necessarily because you'd be smart, but because you'd have made enough friends to have gotten a warning."

At the figure's silence, All Might glanced at the poor soul nearest to the new guy. "Who's his handler?"

"N-No handler, boss!" he offered up, face breaking out in sweat. "He just walked in and sat with our group...!"

"No handler... And no healthy dose of fear of neither me, or Rian... Who anyone could have easily told you has committed his own share of violent crimes, including torture," All Might murmured, chuckling darkly. "You're not just new around here... I don't think you're even Japanese."

Silence.

The blonde had to do no more than twitch his fingers, and those nearby were on their feet, grabbing the man by his arms. Without needing to be ordered, the stranger was forcibly escorted to a back room, All Might following casually behind. By chance, though, he locked eyes with Rian, who had a silent question in his eyes.

Toshinori smiled at his husband, giving a gentle wave. 'don't worry, I'll be back'. The magenta-brunette smiled, nodding, and got back to work as All Might wandered into the back room. The small-fry had already done the dirty business of tying the man up in a chair, and as he entered, they backed up against the wall.

"Thanks, boys... Now get your asses out of here. I want privacy."

It only took half a second for the small group to run out... And then he and the stranger were alone.

Unceremoniously, he flicked back the figure's hood.

The man before him was slightly tan, with a nose that had obviously been repeatedly broken and greying brunette hair. His eyes-- His eye, as the man only had one-- was a chillingly familiar amber-hazel.

"Ah... My husband's piece of shit, abusive sperm donor..." All Might murmured, smile darkening. "I wonder what we should do with you."

Any ideas?

#smitespace #this counts as lore.#interact if you dare.

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womanofwords · 2 years

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Instruction Manual

“You are all useless, you hear me? Useless!” Supervillain yelled. Henchmen scattered as Supervillain doled out punishments for anybody that didn’t get away from them fast enough. “You! You’re testing out our new torture chamber! You will be cleaning up after my pet wolves!”

As everyone ran in different directions, Right Hand ducked into a closet and called Superhero. They picked up in three rings.

“Hello?” they chirped.

“Supervillain’s on a rampage. Nobody knows what to do, they’ve sent three people to the wolf enclosure and two to the torture chamber. We need help. You’re the only one who can do anything about them.”

“On my way.” They hung up, and Right Hand continued to hide in the closet.

Superhero arrived with a messenger bag and pockets bulging with . . . lollipops. They walked up to Supervillain and tapped them on the shoulder. The villain’s jaw went slack.

“Hon? Why are you here?” Superhero said nothing as they unwrapped a cherry flavoured lollipop. “Hello? I’m talking to you!” Supervillain waved a hand in front of their beloved’s face. “What is hap-”

The lollipop was shoved into Supervillain’s mouth, hastily silencing them. Then, headphones were placed onto their head as the audiobook played into their ears. The previously rampaging supervillain fell silent.

“And once you’re done with that, you let me know. I have a mini apple pie for you,” Superhero cooed. Supervillain nodded, eyes wide. Superhero took Henchman and dragged them out.

“What are you doing?” Henchman hissed.

“Shut it!” Superhero hissed. “You keep the existence of this to yourself, OK?”

“Sure, but what is it?” Right Hand gasped as Superhero handed over a booklet entitled SUPERVILLAIN INSTRUCTION MANUAL. “This. Is. Insane.”

“Have fun. And if anyone catches you, you’re on your own,” Superhero grinned. Right Hand leafed through the booklet, grinning.

“This is going to be pretty fun,” they grinned.

The next time Supervillain got mad, they were very confused when their right hand began giving them cherry flavoured lollipops and mini apple pies.

#creative writing #my writing #writing inspiration #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers #writerscommunity #heroes and villains #superheroes #super villians

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23rd October

John Garrideb.

That’s all I need to say.

Okay, I’m going to say a bit more than that because, although we all know and love the famous scene he causes, John Garrideb himself isn’t the most well-known.

I’m going to get on the name after I’ve explained his plot line, but I’m just going to add that (as well as being a J villain), his name is the same as Watson’s (obviously) BUT one of his aliases is James Winter (double J villain).

J Garrideb is introduced as a client who was searching for two other men with the same name as him (Garrideb, not John- he would only have to look at this blog to find about ten other Johns).

‘Mr. John Garrideb, Counsellor at Law, was a short, powerful man with the round, fresh, clean-shaven face characteristic of so many American men of affairs. The general effect was chubby and rather childlike, so one received the impression of quite a young man with a broad set smile upon his face. His eyes, however, were arresting. Seldom in any human head have I [Watson] seen a pair which bespoke a more intense inward life, so bright were they, so alert, so responsive to every change of thought. His accent was American, but was not accompanied by any eccentricity of speech.’

He didn’t actually call for Sherlock, but another Garrideb, Nathan, asked for him. J Garrideb wasn’t too happy about that and complained to Sherlock, but eventually relents and lets Sherlock get on with it.

When J Garrideb leaves, Sherlock proves that practically everything he said was a lie, and that J Garrideb hadn’t finalised his backstory yet.

First, he said he put advertisements in the newspapers for other Garridebs- he didn’t.

His outfit makes it seem like he’d been in London for a while- his documents and own statements said he’d only just arrived.

He claimed to know an American doctor that Sherlock mentioned- Sherlock made up said doctor.

Combining all that and the fact he didn’t want Sherlock involved, it’s not making J Garrideb look too good. And so he isn’t: Sherlock discovers that J Garrideb is in fact ‘‘Killer’ Evans, of sinister and murderous reputation.”” as Sherlock puts it. His other aliases are, as mentioned, James Winters and Morecroft. Remember the names.

Sherlock explains his backstory.

“Aged forty-four. Native of Chicago. Known to have shot three men in the States. Escaped from penitentiary through political influence. Came to London in 1893. Shot a man over cards in a nightclub in the Waterloo Road in January, 1895. Man died, but he was shown to have been the aggressor in the row. Dead man was identified as Rodger Prescott, famous as forger and coiner in Chicago. Killer Evans released in 1901. Has been under police supervision since, but so far as known has led an honest life. Very dangerous man, usually carries arms and is prepared to use them.”

It is later explained that ‘Killer Evans’ needed Nathan Garrideb to leave his house so he could get to a forgery which was hidden underneath the floorboards. The house previously belonged to the man he killed, Rodger Prescott, and Killer Evans was going to steal the forged money.

A very elaborate and detailed story about the Garrideb inheritance, just to get an old guy obsessed with history out of the house.

So, now I’ve gotten the storyline out of the way, I’m going to go into a very wild and obscure theory. Warning: it’s extreme and stupid and doesn’t make sense to anyone apart from me. I understand if you’re not going to torture yourself by reading it.

I mentioned the aliases: John Garrideb, James Winters, Morecroft and Killer Evans. For the sake of this theory, I’m going to call him Evans, since I think that’s most likely his name (not the killer part, though, that’s just a nickname). Evans created the name Garrideb so it worked with his crazy story and matched Nathan Garrideb’s.

So, why John?

If you search up ‘most popular male names 19th century’ you get a link to a social security website, where the first name is John. I mean, with the amount of Johns I’ve written about, I think I’ve given definitive proof for that.

Simple enough, then: John Garrideb.

But what is the need for James Winters and Morecroft?

Remember the time that Mary Morstan (yes, the ‘wife’) called her husband James in The Man with the Twisted Lip? I’m sure it’s a very common mistake to mess up your spouses name, and then your spouse doesn’t even correct you, it’s fine, Mary.

Sometimes, it’s easy to dismiss these continuity mistakes as just mistakes, but it’s funner to imagine that ACD had an actual reason for them.

So, we have a murderer who has two aliases: John and James. John is the one he’s introduced with, and James is only briefly mentioned. Then we have a doctor, with one name he is always called, and one which he was accidentally called on one occasion.

Yes, I know James was also a common name (it’s third in the list of most popular names) but I like writing theories that are very unlikely, I don’t get out much.

I’m not suggesting Evans was a mirror of Watson, but Evans was also the man who tried to kill Watson, and brought about the ‘Garridebs’ moment. And, let’s be honest, how could ACD write that not thinking it was even the slightest bit romantic?

Then comes the last alias (yes, I’m still going): Morecroft.

I failed to find the name Morecroft on my trusty social security website, and when I searched it up, only pottery results came up. So, Morecroft, not a popular name. Who else had unpopular names?

Sherlock and Mycroft.

Mycroft was apparently popular a decade before the books were written, but neither were popular at the time of writing. And Morecroft? I’m not even sure if anyone had that name. But, it sounds very similar to Mycroft.

I promise, I have a point.

Evans therefore used two popular names as aliases and one unpopular. He was a known liar and forger of the truth, making mistakes in his stories and-

Mistakes in stories? Continuity errors? Forger of the truth? Lies?

Where have I heard of that?

Cough cough ACD.

No, I’m not suggesting ACD was a murderer now. I will get there eventually.

Evans had reasons for his lies, he was trying to succeed in something. But the only thing he does succeed in is gifting the world with the Garridebs moment. So, he’s using false names that are either the same or similar to important characters in the canon.

I’m being very extreme, but maybe ACD was telling us something?

Maybe, like Evans, ACD is making these blunders in his stories for a reason? And maybe, like Evans, these lies will lead to one thing: Sherlock and Watson?

Or, I’ve had too much caffeine today, and I’m making a big deal out of nothing. Anyway, enjoy today’s post if you can, I promise I’m not crazy.

#i have reread this #my god #i'm sorry for putting you through that #i like to rant #thank you for coming to this ted talk #ACD is rolling in his grave right now #insane blogger #acdmeta #acd books #acd canon #ACD #acd johnlock #johnlock #the three garridebs #sherlockholmes #Sherlock Holmes

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Final Opinion on the Badab War

They wanted to write Huron as a magnificent bastard, so that when he falls, it’s more impactful.

The problem is they wrote him as a hero. He does more for the Imperium, and more specifically the PEOPLE of the Imperium than anyone else.

You would think, maybe the Salamanders, because they actually care about the people, but they managed to look the other way as the Inquisition completely depopulated worlds simply for having the temerity of having to exist on the wrong side of the civil war. Or sending an entire world into 12 generations of slavery because the Imperium caused them to starve to death, and they had the temerity to want WATER. You see, an Inquisitrix showed up, and decided to investigate the world for heresy. Well, probably a lot of discontent on a world that was fracturing into warring gangs to fight over scraps of food. The Inquisitor then took over the only source of clean water as she tortured her way through the population to find wrongthink.

Small tangent, but it definitely seems like the Salamanders got shafted hard by the Badab war. Like they wanted to pull in one well known chapter. They then put them on the good side, so you know which side to root for.

This is because the other size was 10,000% morally superior. So, you are writing a Start of Darkness for a no good evil villain, but you made him too good. So, what do you do? Give him him the villain ball and shove him down the slippery slope.

Well, that solved the problem, didn’t it?

No, it doesn’t. If we take the Tyrant of Badab, he started using tactics that made no sense, and were a complete anathema to the tactics he had previously been using. The short version is using poorly trained troops as Human shields. His entire schtick was using extremely well trained and motivated troops, in combined operations. Using poorly trained troops against Astartes just created piles of bodies. Oh, you might say, he’s a villain, he didn’t care about his troops.

Doesn’t mean he stops caring about using tactics that work. Not only did he not need to use slaves, but slaves make terrible soldiers.

Does it make sense for Huron to have secret recruitment and Astartes development in the outskirts fo the Maelstrom? Yes, because he had previously conquered it. Does it make sense for him to use feral mutants? No, not in any way, shape, or form. He had billions of fanatically loyal Legionary Auxillia to choose from that would LOVE to have the chance to get upgraded to Astral Claw Astartes. Does it make sense for him to do evil, no good Human experiment to try and corrupt the gene-seed? Absolutely not. As if he doesn’t know what the dangers of corrupt gene-seed are. He has literally been doing this for centuries. That’s how he was able to get the numbers into the thousands. He could, and should, have had multiple laboratories, getting up to the very capacity of his gene-seed collection. He could, and should, have acted like he created a founding, by having five central sources of his Astartes. His goal was to become a new Ultramar, afterall.

Now let’s get to him stealing gene-seed. Until the very, very, very, very, very stupid incident where his lieutenant, Arch-Centurion Commodus tries to take-back the accepted surrender just so he can be a colossal villain and raid the Salamander’s gene-seed vault. Before this, he was recovering gene-seed that would have otherwise been lost. It is utterly impossible that the chapters didn’t notice the bodies of their fallen didn’t have their gene-seed. Which means he collected the gene-seed from the ones that would have just been left to rot on the battlefield. This, by itself, was far, far less morally questionable than what most of the loyalists did.

So, what do they have to do? Have the chapters get pissed off at him hogging the gene-seed, anyways, as it’s an emotional point for all Astartes chapters. This would have the emotional impact. By adding the evil experiments that make 0 sense all they do is remove the visceral impact, just to prove how evil he was ways.

There’s also the minor issues of the fire hawks and minotaurs depopulating dozens of worlds, the insane actions of the Inquisitor, and the Administratum itself that caused the whole incident. There’s the fact that slave raids to make more Astartes are actually considered standard procedure for some chapters, (e.g. Imperial Fists). Putting explosive collars on your legions is incredibly inefficient, and would likely take more manpower for the shear logistics of it than you would get from the actual combatants.

#40k #badab #astral claws #tyrant's legion #lugft huron

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Hello again everyone Because I'm writing a manga for my sister that has previously written OC characters in it. So I will bring it for you guys to read for fun again and we will get to know “Terrorist groups,” or so they are called. “League of Salem” and these are their characters.

Manus

Group leader of the League of Salem He has a body similar to the boss as seen in the picture and also has high attack power that makes him dangerous. Even though he is said to be the "leader" of the confederation, he does nothing but Sitting playing games to kill time and kill those who displease him. Until it was like he was just a name rather than a real person. But it wasn't that he didn't have the ability to plan and play a war of nerves. He personally disliked the Queen's family.

(He is a relative of the Queen like Boss) so he made a plan for Boss Was sent to prison to solve problems. Because the person who is most problematic besides the Boss who is the knight escorting the Crown Princess is the Queen's personal chauffeur who is respected as the Queen's godfather. (I'll talk about the Queen's chauffeur later.) But because of the above, Boss intends to kill Manus no matter what body parts he takes. And it made Manus hate Boss even more.

More importantly, Manus is interested in a 15-16 year old girl and wants her to join him. (You could call him a paedophile. ?) because he considered that the girl who had committed the school shooting that resulted in the deaths of four students and teachers was suitable to join the party. Destroy modern society so that the world descends into chaos because it's too much fun. And I'll write about her later as well. But spoiler first that that OC isn't interested in the offer. What's the reason? I'll write it for you to read later.

Manus' personal cases include Mass murder, Mass Destruction, Terrorism, Kidnapping, Torture, Theft.

Orpheus

The deputy leader of a new group who likes to act mysterious. And he didn't like Manus at first and called the boss a "foolish face." The history of him that I can write for you all to read is this: He has a past related to Asphodel. and hates everything that Asphodel values He felt that the world had abandoned him and had driven him away. So he wanted to destroy it and others to satisfy his own desires.

And although secretive and unsympathetic to his fellow members, he was not unfaithful to his friends and preferred to entice people to work for him without the blood on Orpheus's hands. He also has knowledge about how government intelligence agencies work. and the military are so profound that it can be called If a case were to be committed by League of Salem, how would they cover up the traces so that the CIA or the KGB and MI6 couldn't track them down? Or how to shift the blame to another group

And whether they are the same or other groups as long as they can bring about things Orpheus wanted it and he would use it without any hesitation. and also tricked people in into trusting him While secretly using them as a base to carry out his own plans, he rose to become deputy leader instead. Aspodel who was also sent to prison by Manus to keep his mouth shut. As for what made him want to resent Asphodel, even though Asphodel himself had never met Orpheus before, I'll leave it to you for now. The cases in which Orpheus has a criminal case are as follows: Serial Murder, kidnapping, Torture, Terrorism, Blackmail, Stalking.

Alida Hesfried or B, Miyar's younger sister AKA Bloody Camila.

Because anyone who reads this will already know some of her information. I will not mention it. And I will quote the case that she committed instead and they are as follows: Serial Murder, Stalking, kidnapping, Terrorism, Sexual harassment, Sexual assault, Assault, Identity theft.

Futel

Futel is another member of the League, but is a low-level villain with only a few crimes and doesn't stand out. He claims that he is. Another “bloodline of a great thief” or a cousin of PT and has the ability to act. High level of lies and disguises and refused to take off his mask for any member to see But let me tell you that Futel was a special agent sent in. (Think of him as the CIA)

Because of his co-workers (Another OC that I will write about in the future as well) was contacted by a VIP (code of information provider to the organization) who would exchange information on terrorist plans for Fuelel's organization. The high-ranking official then sent Futel. A former desk agent who has the ability to infiltrate many underground organizations with his Oscar-level acting skills. (Futel colleague said so He is quite humble.)

Futel now has a third-party mercenary partner from another organization, and they work together to prevent his true identity from being discovered by the Manus that he is a spy. Especially Orpheus, who was very suspicious of Futel to the point where he had trouble breathing. Moreover, and even though he was determined to work to investigate as much information as possible for the safety of the people, To fit the role “The heir to the great thief, Phantom Thief 5.”

So he chose to "flirt" with his colleague "Thistle" because in addition to covering up the story of why He who has ideas and work that is different from other members in League Salem refused to withdraw. Also really flirted with Thistle because of the famous catchphrase “My family is cursed Therefore, no human being can love us.” And that's right! He didn't lie that he was the "Heir of Phantom Thief", he just changed the truth a little so you can make up your own mind.

Thistle

Thistle was the name he had been given by Asphodel while they were both in the underground human trafficking ring before they escaped together. which for him Asphodel is the first family member and important friend who teaches Thistle about the outside world and humans (he's stuck in a warehouse that human traffickers have been working ever since he can remember until he was 16 years old) after trying to survive on the streets for many years Asphodel also left Thistle.

After Asphodel entrusted him to work with mercenaries in a nearby area. Until he was confident that Thistle could survive without him. Thistle is a mercenary with no special powers. As a result, they were trained to be able to drive combat robots. (My world has robots fighting each other. But the person who can drive must not have special powers. Because they were created to kill people with special powers in past wars) and he became the only driver who studied with "D. Lia", a wartime robot pilot who only survived and He was also the only student to survive her training.

Thistle has become a highly prized mercenary and at the same time, he is not a gentle person and tends to view humans as living beings. Therefore, he doesn't feel anything when Futel "flirts" with him and views it as flirtation. If he's not interested like a male animal, he'll be interested in other people instead. (Which he was wrong.) He was hired by a third organization to help with Futel's work. From a powerful organization that has been dissatisfied with League Salem for quite some time.

Even though he and Asphodel had left each other without Asphodel saying goodbye, But Thistle is never upset and hopes to track down Asphodel one day to thank him for helping him until the last moment. and intended to give away half of the money he had saved while working. He plans to give it to Asphodel to use to treat Asphodel's illness. (Asphodel is currently ill due to his special powers) and Thistle is the only one who knows. Futel is a spy. But he didn't ask the employer if Futel was a CIA agent or not because in his employment contract he wouldn't ask for much customer information.

Well, I hope you guys like it!

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