#where no fucks are given for being 'heartless' either

[gay-dorito-dust]

How they’d react to you kissing their cheek unexpectedly…

Boothill: seeing as how his face is the only part of him that could actually feel your touch, something he had disclosed with you in confidence and away from preying eyes.

So the moment you pressed a kiss to his cheek, Boothill melts, it was in this moment where he realised how truly touch starved he was ever since acquiring a new body. It made him hate it even more then he already did for he couldn’t experience the joy of holding your hand, having you pressed up against his chest, nothing.

He couldn’t feel none of that and he hates it so fucking much.

He hated the fact that he couldn’t feel you kiss his fingers or feel you press yourself again his back in a hug, nor the kisses that he could only imagine being pressed there, not to mention the times where you would nuzzle your face into his neck for he couldn’t feel that either.

‘Please.’ He pleads when he felt that you were about to pull away, desperately grasping at your waist that he couldn’t feel the flesh of, pulling you back into him. ‘Spare another one of your sweetest kisses for me darlin’?’ He asks in dire need of you and your kisses.

‘I’d happily give you all the kisses you could ever want.’ You replied and Boothill truly believed that you must be a saint or something because how could someone like you be with someone like him? It just doesn’t make sense.

‘Then we’ll be here for a long while sweetheart because I want them all, so don’t you go given them to anyone else, ya hear?’ He says and you only gave him another lingering kiss to his cheek, making him tighten his hold on you.

‘Then shall we get started?’ You asked with a smile.

Aventurine: ‘oh. What’s this? Kissing my cheek without warning me beforehand.’ He gasps as he holds a hand to his heart. ‘How scandalous of you.’

He’d act like your affection has no real effect on him but the faint blush scattered across his cheeks told a very different story. A story that said that he wasn’t use to your tenderness and affection towards him, that he doesn’t deserve you nor your love and that hurt you deeply.

‘It maybe scandalous to you but to me, I just want to show that you’re more than worth every bit of my affection, and just know that nothing anyone will say can persuade me into thinking otherwise.’ You told him and cheeky smirk upon his lips softened with the rest of his face.

‘You…you mean that?’ He says meekly. ‘You’re not joking…are you?’

You pressed another kiss to his cheek, letting it linger there before pulling away. ‘I’d never joke about how much you mean to me, I’m not that heartless or cruel. I adore you my darling, sweet Kakavasha.’ You answered him truthfully. ‘So if you allow me, I can show you just how much I adore you.’

Aventurine didn’t say anything at first, still wondering after all this time if he was really worth everything you’ve done for him, but one look in your eyes and the blonde knew he had his definitive answer. ‘Please show me just how much you love me, make me forget about the voices in my head that make me second guess my worth and just make me yours with every kiss.’

Argenti: thanks you for the cheek kiss before reciprocating with one of his own.

You pout. ‘I’m meant to be spoiling you in affection right now.’

Argenti cocks his head to the side, confused. ‘Why should I allow you to bless me with your kisses and not reciprocate them? Wouldn’t that seem…selfish of me.’ He asks.

‘No it wouldn’t.’ You tell him as you held his face within your hands. ‘I want you to be selfish and let me smother you in affection without feeling the need to do the same becuase you do that enough as it is on a daily basis.’ You stopped to rest your forehead against his forehead, rubbing your nose softly against his own. ‘So please just let me show you how much I care for you and thank you for being you, my sweet knight.’

Argenti sighs, allowing himself to think it over in his head. He didn’t like being selfish, it felt wrong for him to be self-indulgent when he could be the one giving you the affection, but after some time he has finally come to a conclusion. ‘Alright, I willingly concede to your wishes my star, I shall be selfish with your love.’

[emmyrosee]

Dabi is better as a memory.

He told you from the beginning to never fall in love with him, it was dangerous and too risky for you to do. He’s loved very seldom times in his life, love was a sham and nothing he was willing to provide for anyone, lust being the quick and easy patch for affection he’d occasionally need.

You were broken when he’d found you. He liked it like that. You were quick and snappy and rude to him, but it drove him more and more wild each time you’d bite. He’s a creep, he liked the way you sent him glares and eye rolls at his flirts.

He liked the way you’d finally caved, the way you’d given him plenty of fight rather than submit to his deviously dominant ways, making him work at every little demand you had to keep you satisfied.

But then you fucking did it.

You fell in love with him.

It was a slow slide, he knew it from the subtle ways you’d act from the nonchalance of first meeting; your arms clinging to him a bit more when he tries to leave, setting up an extra plate in case he came in for dinner- he might’ve done it all of twice, but you accidentally let him know you did it all the time.

Then it became him wanting you, craving you, desperate for the way your fingers weave his hair and grip at the root when he’s got you in euphoria. Eager to curl behind you under warm sheets. Rub your sore back and dodging a swift smack when his hands may wander.

But the he moment you’d let him in, take him and his ugly love in every crevasse of your soul, he knew he was in too deep. Dabi knew that emotionally, there was barely room for himself in his rotten heart.

He’s not so criminal to take and corrupt yours.

You’re good. You’re too good. You’re so good it hurts him, so good he can’t stand coming over some nights, so good that you could have any person with a pulse who you wanted, yet you chose for the absolute ugliest the world had to offer.

He can’t do that to you. He feels the way you try to cling to him for warmth when he first comes in. He knows you hate saying no to your friends invitations to hang out when he’s over- they never liked him, but to be honest, he wouldn’t spit on any of them if they were on fire, either- but it always meant you were missing out. The way you patch up his wounds and scars at ungodly hours of the night, it’s not worth it.  He sees the way you look at him after a fight, eyes swelling with tears he had no right to conjure onto you, and the way you creep towards him in a desperate plea for forgiveness you never had to beg for- even if he made you.

For a man with nothing to lose, except for you.

You’ve had enough of his lonely love, even if you don’t know it yet.

Even if it’s the hardest thing Todoroki Touya is going to do, he needs to leave you as heartless and loveless as Dabi could.

He needs to leave you. Shatter your heart into tiny pieces where you hate the mere reminder of him, where someone new can take the patience you deserve to puzzle the shards back together.

It has to hurt you. Nothing less than the worst to make you hate him more than he hates himself. 

The light from your alarm clock is dark, but he can just barely make out the red lights of 03:24; a little later than he wanted, but you were so warm, so comfortable he didn’t want to wake you up.

You toss an arm over his torso, and he cringes because he knows it’s the last damn time. Your cheek nuzzles into the scarred skin of his chest, and even if he knows he shouldn’t, slender fingers gently stroke the warm skin of your shoulder. 

You’re so fucking perfect when you sleep, your mind and body restoring the heartbreaks of the day.

He sniffs the air for courage. He blinks up at the ceiling he’s already killed countless spiders off of, the dark remains dried on the plaster. Your blankets never felt heavier, weighing him down and drowning him like rocks tied to his ankles.

All the while, next to him, you grunt in your sleep, resting easy.

He looks at the clock, brows furrowing in frustration as he’s already spent three minutes doing nothing.

Fuck. It’s time.

Before he changes his mind like a fool.

His head pounds as he takes the agonizingly slow sit up, the darkness of your room just barely mapping out a path he can take to sneak out the fastest. His arm slips out from under your head, and he lets out a tight breath when you roll onto your stomach.

With a soft sigh of relief and a nuzzle of your hair, he pulls the blankets higher on your shoulder so you keep warm, his rough hands smoothing down your back to soothe you into an impossibly deeper sleep. You smell sweet, you always do. Dabi prays to whatever entity to at least allow him to keep the memory of your addictive aroma in his mind.

He balls his hands into fists and stands up with haste, grabbing his jacket and trying his hardest to tiptoe silently out of the bedroom.

A floorboard creaks. The gods clearly don’t want this to be an easy task.

“Touya?” You whimper, and he winces at the familiar name that passes your sleepy lips.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Whe’ ya goin’?” You ask, voice still drunk with sleep and warm against the cold air, and he furrows his brows and snarls internally at the knowledge that you know he’s leaving for somewhere.

He wanted this to be a simple band-aid rip, a quick flurry of anger and tears, before succumbing to your scorn for his mere soul.

“Goin’ to piss,” he lies, shuffling back over to the bed to plant a kiss to your temple. “Go back to sleep.” He hears you hum happily, and you curl deeper into the pillows. He grits his teeth, fingernails biting into his palms as he lets out the quietest and most genuine “I love you,” he can muster. It’s not something he says often, but he may as well say it before he leaves your life for good.

“I love you, too,” you murmur back. You don’t ask or tease him about the random confession, nor do you seem to question it, and he decides to use that to his advantage. He takes one more long, selfish inhale of your addicting scent before working up the courage to push up and off the bed, long fingers scooping his coat once again before tiptoeing down the hallway.

Trembling fingers find the small amount of stationary next to your fridge, and he scribes a small little note so you can have the smallest bit of closure. He hates doing this at all, but it’s for the best.

Keys in the mailbox. Didn’t want someone comin in to steal you.

Im sorry. But you’ll be happier.

TT.

He tries not to imagine the way you’ll crumple to the floor and cry. He tries not to imagine the way you’ll spend days pleading, asking yourself what you did wrong when he knows it’s all his fucking fault. He doesn’t want to think of how you’ll now put every guy who wants you against him; he knows you’ll always put him on the highest tier.

He’s done so much already.

His shoes lay long discarded by the door, and he gnaws at his lip when he toes them on. He heart aches for you, the life you could’ve had, and he can only pray to whatever will listen that you can go back on the path you were supposed to take before he crashed into your life.

Until then?

He hopes you can despise him for doing this to you half as much as he does, himself.

He toes on his shoes. Takes one more longing look up the stairs. He shrugs on his coat and takes the spare key to lock up. 

He walks down the driveway that you’ve run down to greet him so many times. He places the key in the mailbox he helped fix when little rat-ass kids hit it on their bikes. He takes another look up into the window the peers into your room where in a few hours, you’re going to sob and shake and plead and scream and ask the air why he’s gone and if he ever even cared, where you’re going to call him the most obscene names and taint every single memory you share with your heartbreak.

He soaks it in.

And then he walks down the street.

And he doesn’t look back to see the light in your room suddenly flick on.

-

@reverie-starlight IM NOT SAYING I RLLY WANT YOU TO READ THIS FOR ME BUT-

[crossdressingdeath]

Thinking about it having taken some time away, a revenge plot like Karlach's was I think one of the worst possible choices for a BG3 companion quest even before we get into what a half-assed fake drama story it is (why isn't her quest finding a damn Wish scroll, Larian, that would actually be fun and wouldn't cut into Wyll's quest or demand the player choose her ending if they want her to live, there are multiple spells that could fix this and we're given exactly zero explanation for why we aren't even trying to get one, you even brought Wish into the plot as a non-standard game over and then didn't bring it up here when it would be an ideal solution), because it really brings the massive double standard the game's got going on into stark relief. It's most obvious in contrast with Astarion. Like, think about it: the Gur's desire for revenge against Astarion is every bit as justified as Karlach's desire for revenge against Gortash; actually it's more so, given they have a real (though faint) reason to hope that they can actually accomplish something outside of his death, namely getting their kids back. But giving him to the Gur kills him and costs you a companion; it's a failure as far as his character arc goes, and in fact happens so early on he doesn't really get a character arc. All of that potential development is cut short and you have to see his corpse in the ritual and it is in general treated as a bad thing. The much better way of handling the Gur situation is to talk to them in act 3 and drag Astarion into atoning for what he did by trying to deal with Cazador and rescue the kids. This is good! Blind revenge solves nothing, having people pay for what they did by atoning and having to help the people they hurt as best they can is a much better solution! We love to see it!

Now you'd think the equivalent to that would be to dissuade Karlach from her revenge and instead get Gortash to fix the heart (either with his knowledge of the tech involved or—my personal favourite—his power and influence being used to acquire the use of one of the spells that could repair it or replace it with a normal heart because again there's more than one of those and it's stupid that none of them are even brought up as potential solutions), but... nope! Revenge is only bad when those outsiders do it, when it's a companion it's the only real solution! Like, yeah, she's got that thing where she complains that it didn't help at all but... we knew killing Gortash wouldn't help from the start. I don't remember if Karlach herself ever brings it up, but it's hard to miss that killing Gortash will not solve anything Karlach's got going on. And if you don't kill him you don't even get that much acknowledgement that revenge isn't a great solution. And also that's the most basic revenge plot outline, "revenge feels empty" is so fucking common as an ending. But it's just a moment that makes it so clear that Larian wasn't really interested in exploring the themes of the cycle of abuse and how aggressors can also be victims and all that with... anyone except the companions (and even then not always; see their complete unwillingness to ever engage with pre-amnesia Durge as anything but a heartless, crazy murderer despite the game itself including plenty of implications that that wasn't the case). It makes it seem less like a discussion on the cycle of abuse and more like good old-fashioned protagonist-centric morality, where the bad things the heroes do are forgivable because they had a hard life but anyone who hurts them is irredeemable no matter how hard their lives were. And it could've been avoided so easily (in a way that also gave Karlach's quest a more satisfying ending) by having a better ending to her quest that focused less on revenge and more on restitution. But no, heaven forbid we be allowed to engage with the act 3 antagonists in any meaningful way outside of killing them or acknowledge that the main thing separating them from the less moral companions is that no one helped them...

[aceviscontiswife]

Pictures — Danny Johnson

You catch Danny taking pictures of you so you steal his camera, giving him a surprise to come back to later.

Part 2

THIS HAS BEEN EDITED TO CORRECT ANY MISTAKES!!

Warnings: nude pictures, Danny being a stalker (+ a perv) & masturbation. Sorry kids, this isn’t for you. Afab reader

You were attempting to ‘relax’ in your shack after the entity finally decided to give you a break. All you wanted to do was relieve the stress you’d collected from the many hellish trials you had endured, the hand in your underwear desperately trying to bring you relief.

Breaks were rare in the realm, and you couldn’t even take advantage of it because Danny Fucking Johnson was outside of your shacks small window taking pictures of your half-naked body. You were only in your shirt and underwear, staring at the ceiling and wishing Danny would leave. You had stopped touching yourself once you heard the first snap, though you were sure Danny had gotten a picture of you fucking yourself.

This camera had to have unlimited storage, you’d been counting the snaps you heard and so far you’re at eight. You knew he was purposely leaving the flash on, Danny wasn’t ashamed to admit he had a thing for you. If Danny didn’t have the added strength the entity had given him, you would’ve probably jumped out of the window and tackled him onto the cold ground. That, or atleast put your clothes back on. You glanced towards the window, sending a glare out into the dark forest. You could only hope Danny saw you.

Danny was supposed to be a heartless murderer, a man whose only job was to make your lives here even more of a living hell. You questioned how he even got to the survivor side… but then again it’s Danny Johnson, he could weasel his way into anything. Who knew how many pictures of you he had on his camera?

Then, as you began to fall deep into the rabbit hole of Danny’s camera, an idea struck you. You had always liked Danny, as annoying as he was. He never killed you in trials, he talked to you whenever he saw you, and to be quite honest, he was pretty hot. Sure you’d only seen the plastic scream mask, but he had a nice build and the sigh he let out when a pallet was slammed down on him was nothing short of attractive. He’s most likely never gotten a picture of you where you were more exposed than you were now. So how about you change that? You pondered on either stripping right now, or somehow stealing his camera and leaving him a surprise to come back to. The latter seemed more your style, so you sunk back into your cot and waited for the perfect time to strike.

After what felt like a few hours had passed, you left your shack and began making your way to the river separating killers and survivors. You were dressed in a tight, black long sleeve and the best pair of pants you had, which were still stained with blood and scattered with cuts. Not the sexiest thing you could’ve worn for this, but with what you had in mind you weren’t too worried about your outfit. You knew Danny kept his spare masks in his shack, and he had recently worn his red, horned scream mask (the best mask in your opinion) so you knew it would probably smell like him. You planned on wearing the mask as you enacted your plan, the ‘grand finale’ photo taken with the mask placed on your chest so Danny could see your face.

He usually took his camera with him to trials if he was gifted a mori, but thanks to the help of Meg, who was tunneled out very quickly into the match she had been in, you learned he didn’t have one. You also learned that Dwight was a ‘locker-fucking, sandbagging, dickwad, shit excuse for a teammate’… interesting. So, your plan should be pretty easy to execute. You had no idea how the aftermath of this would go, but you were pretty sure Danny’d be ‘speaking’ to you about it once he noticed.

You had made it to the river, staring down into the endless, pitch black water. The river gave out low echoes of the entity that you couldn’t understand, but looking at it for too long made you feel sick. Shaking the feeling off of your body you took a step forwards, the water enveloping you as you swam across. Stepping out of the river, your body was completely dry. You weren’t going to question it. You could see the killers’ shacks beyond the trees, Danny’s of course being the shack the farthest from your current location.

A bit of mindless walking later and you were at his shack. You could only hope he wasn’t there, your entire plan—your entire journey over here relied on if Danny was at his shack or not. You approached the side of the house and peeked through a dusty window, unable to spot him anywhere. You smiled and rounded to the front of the shack, forcing the locked door open. You expected his shack to be messy, disgusting, like a killer stayed there. To your surprise, his shack smelled nice, his masks were neatly displayed on the wall, his cot was made and his cameras were resting on an old dresser.

You grabbed his signature camera, as well as the red, horned mask and sat down on his cot, turning the camera on and deciding to take a quick look-see through his camera roll. You groaned when you saw the first picture, which was of course you with a hand in your underwear. the other seven were of you, laying in your cot in nothing but a shirt and underwear. You had to admit, Danny wasn’t that bad of a photographer. Most of the other photos were his mori, but alot were of you. And then, just as you began to grow bored of seeing the same things, you came across a video. Instantly intrigued, you relaxed back into Danny’s cot and pressed play.

Upon pressing play, it became clear to you what Danny had recorded. The camera was facing him, his mask was pulled up to expose his mouth, a small scar ran over the left side of his plump lips which he was biting down on in an attempt to stay quiet. Your cheeks flushed as he flipped his camera around. A pair of your underwear were in his hand, which was wrapped around his cock and pumping it at a brutal pace. Precum was dripping down his shaft, leading your eyes to a large, sensitive-looking vein. You sat up, your hand gripping his mask as your gaze honed in on the camera.

“Fuck… y/n..” A sigh escapes your lips upon hearing your name. You had a feeling you were the subject on Danny’s mind, and hearing him moan your name only confirmed those thoughts. You lean back against the wall, rubbing your face with your hand. You wished you could’ve felt a little embarrassed about your current situation, but you didn’t care. Instead, you felt your pussy clench around nothing with each sound Danny let out, your clit throbbing with the want for attention.

“Y- Yes… Holy shit y/n, I’m gonna cum-!” Danny’s hand began moving at a brutal pace, his hips bucking up into his fist. You didn’t even notice your hand slipping under your shirt, tracing up your chest and grazing over your boobs. The video came to an end soon after Danny came, ropes of cum shooting from his dick and landing on his thighs and hand. He let out a loud groan as he came, his hand slowing as he pumped himself through his high.

You close out of his camera roll and bring his mask to your face, getting a scent of Danny from inside the mask. It smelled of cinnamon and the entity’s forest, enough to make you groan. Your body was tingling as you put the mask on. When the mask was secure on your face, you lift up your shirt, slipping it off and tossing it to the side. Your pants are quickly discarded, leaving you in your bra and underwear. Your nipples were rock hard, and you could feel how wet you were through your panties. Turning the camera towards you, you run your hand down your chest, pulling your underwear down to your ankles.

Your snap your first picture, shivering as you run a finger across your clit. You begin to snap picture after picture as you stroke your clit. Unable to use your other hand to feel your body, you imagine Danny on top of you, stroking you and squeezing your boobs, his face buried in your neck, sucking and biting on the sweet spot just where your pulse would be. You felt good, but you needed more. You gather your slick on your fingers and shove them deep into your hole, barely giving yourself time to adjust to your fingers before you began to pump them inside of you. You moan, tossing your head back and snapping three more pictures.

You imagined Danny plowing into you, grunting and moaning with each thrust. You could hear skin slapping skin, as if Danny was actually with you. Your body yearned for his touch, your fingers fucking you deeper. You took another picture, already feeling your climax building. You were already so close and you felt as if you had just begun. You hadn’t had the chance to touch yourself in forever, your body sensitive to the sudden stimulation.

You set the camera on your chest, taking Danny’s mask off and resting it beside your head. Grabbing the camera again, your fingers curl to hit that certain spot within you, causing you moan out loud and arch your back. The image of Danny fucking you so unbelievably deep was the only thing on your mind. Your toes curl as you begin panting out, moaning Danny’s name over and over as tears well in your eyes.

“Danny..! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Snapping as many pictures as possible, your pussy clenches around your fingers, the knot in your stomach snapping as you came. You took one last picture before setting the camera aside, panting heavily as you pulled your fingers out. You leaned over, placing a soft kiss to the masks cheek, resting in Danny’s cot for a moment before getting up and grabbing your clothes. Instead of putting your underwear back on, you tossed them next to his mask. You wanted to leave something else for him, something that would make him check the camera quicker rather than finding your photos the next time he happened to look at his camera roll. He was an editor before the entity took him, right? At least, that was what he told you… He had to have paper and pen somewhere around here.

You searched the shack for a minute before finding a scratched up, blood-stained notebook in a desk along with a blue pen—its cap chewed. Opening the notebook you found polaroids among polaroids of dead, desecrated bodies glued to the pages, each with their own description written under them. Coming to a blank page, you ripped it out of the notebook and began writing:

‘Check your camera for a surprise, stalker. Also, you’re alot louder than you think.’

-y/n

You fold the page so it would sit up on its own and place it next to his mask, camera, and your panties. Satisfied with your work, you leave the shack and begin the long trek back to the survivors side. You had no plans of going to the campfire, instead you were going to wash yourself up, change into better clothes and wait in your shack. There wasn’t any point in talking to the other survivors, you knew you’d be getting a visit fairly soon anyways.

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Alrighty!! So I just finished re-reading and correcting the many mistakes I made on this. I hope its much fresher, better, and not as cringy as it was to me lol 😂 Hope you enjoyed!

[moodr1ng]

repeating it periodically: the majority (though not all!!) of mutual aid fundraisers spread via massively copypasted asks to random users i have seen have been scams, and theyre usually easy to spot if you take a minute to check.

(edit: i forgot to say this specifically, but palestinians are one of the few exceptions where most of the fundraisers being spread through asks ive seen are legit and not scams. the following criteria does not apply; many palestinians have very recent blogs with little information, but are still legitimate. fundraisers vetted by palestinian users are trustworthy.)

signs to look out for:

- the blog is very recent, usually a couple days old (presumably, the scammers need to keep creating new blogs each time one loses momentum from being recognized as fake), and there are no indication that this is because the user just remade or lost their previous account.

- the blog has been filled with one, two, or maybe a small handful of pages' worth of reblogs. the reblogs are all directly from the source and are either of popular posts or posts all on the same subject - the scammer is filling up the blog with innocuous-looking posts so it won't look brand new at a glance, either by reblogging whatever is on the trending page, or reblogging from a couple of tags (usually fandom tags).

- the blog either has no bio, or has a very short, sterile, impersonal bio: a name, an age, maybe some slogan like 'blm', but no other indications of a personality or identity present.

- there are no personal posts whatsoever on the blog, aside from the post promoting the fundraiser.

- information about the fundraising is vague and non-committal: the reason given for needing funds lacks any details (or the details make no sense), no updates are ever posted regarding the situation, and/or the amount needed is never specified.

- the photos used as the blogs avatar or as "proof" in the fundraising post are stolen from somewhere else. this one is blatant, but back-searching a stolen image unfortunately doesnt always work and you may not find the source that way.

- you were sent an ask about this fundraiser despite being a small account with no particular reach: why is this person sending hundreds and hundreds of the same copypasted ask to random small blogs rather than going for popular blogs or relying on their mutuals and followers?

- the fundraising is being done through paypal and the name of the paypal is completely different from the one used on the blog (while many people on tumblr dont use their legal name online, you may still notice stranger discrepancies, like the fundraising blog giving a last name which isnt the last name on the paypal account, or the scammer claiming to be a person of color and using a clearly non-white name on their blog while having a very white name on paypal) - and if you look up the paypal name on tumblr, you find post after post warning people about this being the account of a repeat scammer.

while some of these alone may not mean someone is scamming, if most of these are there... its a scam. just looking up the persons url on tumblr is a quick way to find out if this person is being called out for scamming all over the place, as well.

if youre tempted to assume a fundraiser is probably real without checking because the story being told is so serious and no one would be fucked up enough to make up such a heartless scam, please know i once had to contact a father on facebook to tell him someone had stolen a picture of his toddler currently suffering with a life-threatening illness lying in a hospital bed, switched out the little girls name while copypasting her actual story, and had started a gofundme to make money off her and spread it on tumblr, while the real parents were themselves trying to raise money to keep their child from dying. there is no degree of depravity that these scammers will not stoop down to. just take a minute to check.

[wildernezz]

fine, I'll bite. Analyze me

okay i was not expecting this for a lot of reasons but i'm intrigued now so i'll bite back.

i usually do these analyzations on my other blog actually, @analyzing-people-like-hell, and i usually ask for a few characters just to make sure i'm going on the right track, but i think i can work with just skimming through your posts.

i doubt it's all that accurate because of the lack of information, but it's somethin', so hopefully it's at least entertaining to some extent:

toxic yaoi called they want their lawlight back.

you definitely kin either L or Light. i'm leaning towards L more just because of what you seem like, but i feel like you'd at least semi-relate to Light to some extent, and both can give a lot of insight. for one, you're definitely not a people person. the thought of engaging with most of the frivolous activities you see people do not only bores you, but it might even disgust you as well. or maybe you just lack the social skills to deal with people so you tend to avoid them all together. either way, it does make people keen on viewing you as more of an asshole type. you probably are a bit of an asshole, but your nature ensures that you get the job done, so it's not like anybody can complain.

i don't know what your parents did but i can just smell the parental issues from you. for whatever reason, you find them inadequate and maybe even failures of guardians. it's hard to pinpoint why you'd feel that way, but my guesses are that they were probably just negligent in general. they probably didn't treat you with respect, or just didn't treat you with any care in general. i can imagine they get needlessly pissy with you a lot and blame/push their problems onto you. who knows, either way they don't seem very nice, and they're maybe even a lot worse than what i'm assuming.

despite not being much of a people person, you seem pretty emotionally-intelligent. you spend so much time with yourself that it's easy for you to control your emotions and stay pretty level-headed in situations that would normally fracture others. it gives you an advantage when getting to know people. you understand yourself enough to keep yourself safe, but it also helps you understand where other people might be coming from. there was also this one reblog i found when skimming through your posts: "when you want to be heartless but you know that's not how you are" that does make me question a lot of my initial guesses. maybe you just want to appear like somebody who couldn't care less about what people think, but deep down you still do. you want to give the world the same kind of pain it dealt you, but you just can't. despite all the rage festering inside you, you can't seem to stop caring. (which honestly fucking relatable i can't blame you there man.)

also you're definitely emo. and somewhere on the gay agenda. there's definitely something you regret from 2020 specifically. idk what, but it's probably there.

that's all i can really think of right now. my bad if this is completely off, but it's the best i could come up with. i'd def be willing to try again given a list of characters if you wanted. i'm gonna go work on my spanish presentation now. adiós, you emo disaster. thank you for giving me more procrastination time.

[dragon-communion]

Okay so here's my thoughts after the final DLC trailer.

I am a little surprised by the implication that Miquella actually wants to become a god. Maybe I shouldn't be- previous content talked about him awaiting his lord, but given his aversion to gods I thought it might be a little more complex than that?

Enemies look cool, settings look cool, I'm hoping the fucked up fairy-things I saw are what I THINK they are. Both Miquella and Trina are intensely fae coded to me, so I'm hoping there's something interesting afoot. Nightmares, maybe?

It seems like Malenia was sent to free Miquella's fate, which is kind of a lackluster repeat. Is that it? Nothing about how the Scarlet Aeonia bloomed directly on top of where Mohg is hoarding Miquella? What exactly is going on here? Not sure how I feel about this choice. Plus, if Miquella is bound by the stars, why is everyone waiting in the Haligtree. All of the item descriptions say they're waiting for his return, right? But if Malenia failed her mission, why is she not getting back on that? She would know that wherever he is, she still has orders to complete. I'm confused. Also, what's up with the amber shard then?

The fact that at the end of the trailer Miquella begs us to become his consort has about a thousand possible implications. I think the only time someone begs us to become Lord is the Frenzy questline? Dung Eater doesn't really count I think. People either assume we have enough moxie, or in Ranni's case actively discourage us a bit. And it's not like Marika has expressed an opinion in the last thousand years. Is Miquella desperate? Is it him being bewitching, like people say? No idea. I'm intrigued though.

At this point I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking at, but I'm starting to hope more for St. Trina as an antagonistic force. She'd be pretty cool.

I have no idea what Miquella's doing. I don't think he's entirely peaceful- he's got a use for Malenia after all- but the circumstances under which he's trying to gain godhood seem... I dunno, too similar to everyone else? Obviously we need to fight, this is a fighting game, but like. Where's the flavor to his goals and endgame. What's quintessentially Miquella about it?

Like- the frenzy questline is GREAT because it shows you why someone would want to burn the world. The Duskborn ending is mostly Fia's vendetta, and they could've done more with it, but even so you learn more about the circumstances and what Deathroot is, why the Golden Order's heartless crusade is exactly that.

So. Discounting cut content.... what does Miquella get out of this situation and why do we want to be his consort, beyond the hearsay of the base game? I want some fuel for my fire, but I'm not entirely sure what he's fighting or why.

It'll be interesting to see where it goes, but I'm a little nervous.

[invisiblegarters]

Dangerous Romance Ep 10

Last week, Kang tried to get dad's attention and rebel or something by running away, which he apparently does all the time so dad wasn't too fussed. Plus he had Sailom reporting back. Kang sold his bike for funds after dad froze his card, and then had regrets. He was forced to beg in order to get it back and I was supposed to feel bad I'm sure but I'm heartless and also apparently still sour about the bullying in the beginning so I didn't. Kang and Sailom did the do and I failed to feel any kind of way about it.

For the first time ever I have caught second couple syndrome and spent the whole time chanting at Nawa and Guy to make out already. They did not, but they did go on a bike ride to save their friends that they gave up on eventually because they got lost. The brain trust, these two are not.

Meanwhile, Saifah and Name had a little heart to heart and Saifah got Name a job driving Kang's dad around. I'm sure nothing bad will come of that at all.

And now on with the show! What will today bring and will I care? I'll probably care a little.

Ooh scent kink.

I do like how much Sailom likes teasing Kang. And ah, yes, the good old mosquito bite. What would we do without it.

Honeymoon my foot Sailom says with the imprint of Kang's mouth visible on his neck for anyone to see. Come on my guy.

Oh Saifah no. Honey I get that you are way sweeter than I expected. but please stop trusting - oh did you have a crush on Name? That's adorable. But please stop being stupid.

Trust no one in this show. Except Sailom because he's the best. And Auto, my beloved.

Oh. Oh, maybe it'll be the boss that fucks it up and not Name. Either way Saifah is so screwed.

I feel like people keep being sweeter than I expect.

KNEW IT. Of course the boss knew.

Also ew get those bloody meaty hands off of his face that's gross. And then he touches the damn meat again. Nope. Would not be eating dinner with him.

Pfft like father like son, I guess. Is dad gonna wind up being decent too in the end? Man all my suspicion of everyone is coming to absolutely nothing. Maybe I should watch The Player after this. I hear it has the double and triple crossing I crave. I want to trust no one!

Oh hey is dad gonna go see Kang's game? Look at this.

Tread carefully here Sailom.

Drama! Guy is hurt. Careful Nawa you're running the risk of looking concerned. And Kang gets to get over his issues with penalty shots. I wonder if Saifah will tell him about his dad. Those two need to have a talk already.

Ah, so that explains why Kang gets so weirdly tense when his dad finds him messing around or not studying hard enough. But of course now he thinks his dad has given up. Maybe find a happy medium, dude. I really don't think that your wife meant let him do whatever whenever.

Oh NO. Dad surprised a burglary in progress eh? Saifah what did you do? I no longer believe that it was entirely you so what happened? And where is Name? Fled the scene huh?

I have no doubt that Dad will wake up. But it would be kind of interesting if he didn't. Way too bleak for this show though.

Aw okay that's sweet and supportive.

Well now that Saifah confessed I am more sure than ever that it isn't what it looks like, haha.

Haha that didn't last long. Man, it wasn't even Sailom who brought him into the house, it was grandma. SO much for all that support. Why is this so funny to me? I am a horrible person.

Oh look, it's Flashback's Triumphant Return. I did not miss you, Flashback. The show has been so good about their use of them lately that I got complacent. And now look at us. Here we are, and no one is happy. Not me, not Sailom, I'm assuming not Kang. Definitely not me.

WOW Name. Now I know you're the actual problem.

Pfft okay I kind of love how they just forgot about Guy. Granted there was a bit of a situation at home.

AW look at the troops all rallied. They're such sweeties. But uh, I'm pretty sure a confession means jail time regarless of lawyers, no?

Oh no! Isn't Guy on a scholarship for football? What happens to that if he can't play?

The way I am feeling these two, though. Every time that they interact I perk up.

SAILOM.

Sailom what are you doing. Don't do it, kiddo.

Okay I do not like Name. I take back anything nice I might have said about him. Also that watch is totally the one that Kang's dad already gave Saifah. I would bet money on it.

Listen to grandma kid. She gets it. She's a lot smarter than you.

"Poor people will do anythign for money." This coming from a guy who has watched Sailom actively not do things for money over and over again. I know Kang's upset but he's also a lot less likable without Sailom. Not sorry.

Oooh return of the escorting plot! YAY.

Huh. I am actually really curious as to why Saifah is taking the blame for this. Because I don't believe for one second he shot Kang's dad. Also I bet the reason Name's so concerned is because he did it, and dad knows that.

I mean I did see the preview, but even if I hadn't I would have known that this dude totally roofied the wine. Oh, Sailom.

And of course Kang is gonna take his ire out on Sailom.

Yes, you stupid shit. You kicked him out of your house and fired him, what the fuck do you expect. Like come on dude I know thinking isn't your strongest suit but do try it.

Hm. That last scene did not hit me like I think it was supposed to. Dammit. Why do these big scenes keep not working for me?

I guess next week Kang's back to letting Sailom think for him. Good. It's better for all of us when he does.

In conclusion, if Nawa and Guy don't make out by the end of this I will be mightily displeased.

[kosmic-arts]

My Post-BBS Story Rewrite

gotta empty my brain again. this time i will discuss the aftermath of bbs in relation to my pre-bbs prequal story rewrite i made earlier. so by the end of bbs ventus and vanitas reconnect and actually reconcile, fusing of their own free will. however, they both agree to sacrifice themselves in order to prevent xehanort from reaching kingdom hearts. ventus loses his heart to undo the ultima(that's what im calling the x-blade in my headcanon because that's what it should have been called), and dies. yes- IN MY KINGDOM HEARTS HEADCANON, ven actually just fucking dies and never comes back. it's sad yes, but otherwise it wouldn't be a sacrifice if nothing was lost in the exchange :) as for terra, xehanort underestimates the strength of his heart. y'know the drill, terra goes lingering will on his ass like he should've done and the two are locked in a struggle for dominance. aqua survives, buries ven(IN MY HEADCANON CHARACTERS LEAVE BEHIND CORPSES WHEN THEY DIE UNLESS THEY TURN INTO HEARTLESS. YEAH.) at the land of departure, then searches for terranort and finds him at radiant garden. the two fight a desperate battle and terranort summons heartless from the realm of darkness to aid him in battle. in doing so, the veil between realms weakens during that moment. aqua defeats terranort, but as they are both about to sink into the realm of darkness, aqua chooses to put her faith in terra and believe he'll defeat xehanort- ultimately leading to her sacrifice and fall into darkness. unfortunately aqua's sacrifice would be in vain, because terra is gone. so is xehanort! terra and xehanort's hearts fuse as neither win the battle over terra's body.(i believe this was a thing in the game... but it's kind of unclear just by playing.) terranort is found by radiant garden authorities, taken in and recovers, but he has no memory of who he is or where he came from. so, he's either given a new name or takes on a new one himself(doesn't matter which)- that name being ansem(this eliminates the ansem/real ansem identity theft subplot in kh2 which i hate for it's needless complication). so, ansem becomes a member of society, and works as a scientist in the castle of radiant garden. he rises in the ranks over the years between bbs and kh1 until he becomes the ruler of radiant garden itself. ansem is happy with his life, but he's never been quite at peace. for the longest time ansem has been plagued with dreams and visions of his past and he's never figured out who he once was or where he came from. he desires answers, but as the threat of the heartless looms, ansem devotes his time in researching the nature of darkness, the heart, and the heartless in order to protect his people. as it goes, shit goes south and ansem's experiments become more and more inhumane. his drive for answers and knowledge consume him and it becomes even worse when mickey shows up. ansem and mickey meet, become friends even, and it is through mickey that ansem learns of kingdom hearts, the keyblade, the princesses, etc. kingdom hearts in particular lights a fire inside him as he feels drawn to it(thats the xehanort within him), and eventually becomes convinced that surely the infinite power and knowledge of kingdom hearts will reveal the secrets of his past, the darkness, and universe. so ansem completes his research and turns into a heartless, radiant gardens gets fucked and turns into hollow bastion, maleficent rolls up, and then kh1 begins! but what about his nobody, xemnas? and the org? well, i'll write my version of that later.

[jackalopes-pen]

The Real Monster

Based on: Tiktok by @king.kai.2

WARNING: Unsympathetic Patton | Remus being.. Remus | An inordinate amount of swearing | Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Patton is an asshole, then it's a dukeceit hurt/comfort

A/N: I’m back from the dead. Did you miss me?

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“You’re a monster!” Janus exclaimed, his accusation ringing off the empty walls of canyon leading down to the subconscious

Patton returned it with a heartless, cold laugh. “Trying looking in a mirror.” The setting sun gave his sky blue eyes a wicked glow. With the flick of a wrist the chains binding the yellow side pulled him off the surface into the abyss below, letting go when it was too late to stop his descent.

He fell, the wind swirled around him like tentacles and though the fall was all too familiar it felt like a taunt when not by choice. The very darkness at the bottom seemed a mocking grin. Janus let his body fall until the ground approached, using the shadows around him to get away just before the ground and appear in their humble.. mess of living quarters.

Shadow walking was a rather valuable skill when it came to falls, when the light disappeared so could he. Janus was one of two sides able to do it, the other being Remus after begging to be taught. Now wasn't the time to dwell on that though.

What mattered was that the light[core] sides were ruled by a dictator and his name was Patton. Janus had attempted many a coup in the past to no avail. This time was a particularly bitter defeat, as not only did Thomas witness this, harming his chances of actual success, but he took a physical toll in the form of 3 sword wounds (courtesy of Roman), 16 scales stolen for 'research', and a choice dagger from Virgil to the ribs.

While ordinarily a core side could heal these in a matter of seconds, a non-core side/dark side, (thanks, Roman) had a bit more trouble. You see, by living and working in the subconscious they weren't given the attention, care, nor power to expend on instantaneous healing. Instead, they either had to ask a healer like Roman or Patton to help [which never happens] or deal with it until it goes away on it's own only mildly sped due to being imaginary. In total, the wounds would likely take around 7 months in total. The dagger would probably be the last to fade due it's depth and potence. Yet, it would take longer if he couldn't find the first-aid kit. WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO?!

"Remus! Did you steal the first aid to drink the rubbing alcohol again?" Janus yelled out.

Remus emerged from the hallway leading down to their rooms. "What if I did- the hell happened to you? And why didn't ya tell me so I could watch??" Remus whined towards the end.

"It was.. unexpected. But in short, Roman, Virgil and Patton happened." Janus said gesturing to various wounds.

"Shit. Did Thomas see it?"

"Yes, in fact he asked Roman to handle 'it'" Janus said tired. An 'it' what lows had he fallen to? The room began spinning and he clutched the counter.. no, don't you dare pass out.

"Damn, that makes a good nightmare! Blooding spilling from his chest and slowly picking his skin away, then suddenly-" Remus was cut off from his excited spiral by a thud on the linoleum kitchen floors. "Dee? Where the fuck- oh. OH SHIT! SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT! Don't fucking die, don't you fucking dare! Just.. um.. fuck!"

Double D was laying motionless on the ground, red spilling out around him. Remus wasn't much for fixing wounds but this is Dee. He's an exception. Remus hoisted the snake into a bridal carry, he's not exactly a heavy side, and laid him on the couch. Remus levitated the med kit as he wrapped gauze around the sword wounds close to the waist, and put a massive plaster on the dagger spot.

Janus' vision was blurred but clearing up. Fuck, he passed out. He looked to over to see a rare sight. Remus had a looked of concern and concentration on his face. It was almost nice to see him care like that.

"Dee! Don't ever fucking pass out on me again!" Remus said clutching Janus' upper arms. Janus winced involuntarily, causing pure concern to Remus' expression "Sorry, sorry."

"It's.. fine Remus. Let me handle it from here." Janus reached for the kit only to see his hands betray him by shaking in front of him.

"Nah, I think I got this. Also, did ya see your own hand?? Hell no."

"Ugh. Fine." Janus spat

"Now, where's the last juicy detail for tonight's revenge stabbing dream?"

"There, be gentle.. please?" Janus pointed to his left upper arm.

Then Remus found where the scales were missing. It was a massive spot of raw flesh where glistening green scales used to be, now bleeding like a waterfall. He worked more careful then he ever had in his life, slowly cleaning up until he found the source and wrapping it tight. Janus winced in response. and the gauze was loosened slightly. Red was already seeping through the bandage to the surface despite three layers of wrapping.

"I'm gonna kick that froggy ass into the fucking sun, this shit is a) my god damn territory, b) fucking overkill as hell and c) done to my lover- friend. yes.." Remus' cheeks flushed slightly.

"Ah.. your lover? Is that what you want us to be?" Janus smirked

"Shut up, you ding-dong ditched death." Remus crossed his arms and turned away

"We can't die, darling. I would've just.. been an emblem for a bit."

"Don't call me 'darling like that.. and I know but... maybe I need someone to talk to sometimes." Remus was clearly struggling for words.

"Right, of course. You totally don't pet names in spite of the many you've given myself and others."

"I- Well- SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Remus spat out, flustered. "I'm gonna go work on my nightmare. So... just... stop it.!?"

Remus rushed out of the room, slamming his door moments later. Leaving Janus alone on the ratty, piece of cloth, patches and stuffing they called a couch. He lifted himself to be upright, with some difficulty and at last stood up to go to his room.

He treaded over and gently closed the door behind him. It was a shame his dominant hand would now be more difficult to use. He put on a loose yellow t-shirt, some fresh trousers to sleep in and put away his gloves, hat, capelet, and bloodstained shirt and pants. Laundry was going to interesting and he would have to sew up those holes. That was for later though. Janus could afford a bit of time for a nap before getting to his actual duties.

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After roughly an hour, Remus' Magnum- go-fuck-yourself-Patton-Opus was perfectly gory and grotesque. He went to tell Jany in the living room, but he wasn't there. He felt a panic in his chest, and almost went to pummel his brother for stealing an nearly-corpse, when he thought maybe that hypocrite went to his room and pushed it instead of resting on the couch.

Remus opened the door, and saw Dee taking a nap, with an alarm set. Hypocrite. Remus turned off the alarm, and darted his eyes before landing a small peck on Dee's head. Damn, his skin is fucking soft, how the hell? Shit- he's moving! Go. Run. Hecanneverknow. RUN

[goldenguillotines]

Elyzia:

They stomp their foot onto the ground, growling.

AA: ♡♡♡ I hate it when you say that you can't feel love! ♡♡♡ AA: ♡♡♡ I HATE IT WHEN YOU SAY THAT! BECAUSE IT'S NOT TRUE! ♡♡♡

AA: ♡♡♡ It's true that I don't know a lot about you, but you don't exactly make it possible for anybody to know you! ♡♡♡ AA: ♡♡♡ And yet here I am, again and again... coming back to you to try and build a fucking bridge! Trying to fill the gap, trying to understand you, trying to learn from you... ♡♡♡ AA: ♡♡♡ I may not know much, but I know that you have love inside of you! ♡♡♡

AA: ♡♡♡ I know that you have a crush on Nakaou! I could sense it off you! You were reeking of it so hecking intensive it made me dizzy! I felt it so strong it almost made me sick! ♡♡♡ AA: ♡♡♡ You keep telling me that I reek of desire, FINE! I do! I'm an impure, tainted Cupid! I'm a freak amongst my own people! I feel desire for you, a Cubus of all people! I feel love and desire for my very enemy! ♡♡♡

AA: ♡♡♡ And I know you don't feel it for me! FINE!! I don't need you to desire me! I don't need you to love me either! But you do feel love! I know you can! And I know it's not for me! And that's fine! I've already picked up the pieces of my broken heart back up and I'd already pretty much given up on us being anything besides friends! IT WAS ALL FINE! ♡♡♡

AA: ♡♡♡ I was fine with being stupid, with being some type of friend! Or maybe even just an acquaintance in the end! ♡♡♡ AA: ♡♡♡ I was fine with being whatever you wanted us to be, for as long as we wouldn't be strangers! ♡♡♡ AA: ♡♡♡ I'm fine with getting hurt! I'm fine with getting my heart broken! As a matter of fact, it's already happened! And it's not the end of the damn world! ♡♡♡ AA: ♡♡♡ You move on from it, you grow from it, you learn for the future! That's how it works! And that's exactly how it's supposed to! ♡♡♡

AA: ♡♡♡ Your concern is appreciated, but do you really think I don't know that they'll punish me, should I get caught? Do you really think I'm not ready to face those consequences? Do you think I haven't been punished by them before? ♡♡♡ AA: ♡♡♡ I am not a child! I am not helpless! I can take care of myself! And I have a support system to help me through tough things, when I can't do it on my own! ♡♡♡

AA: ♡♡♡ And do you really think of me as so cruel and heartless that I would want to kill the person that I fell in love with? Do you really think that I want to hurt you? That I would use you up only to stab you in the back? ... is that what you think of me? ♡♡♡

They're tearing up.

AA: ♡♡♡ I thought that was behind us... I thought we'd talked through it... I thought we'd moved past that... ♡♡♡

"☆You CONSTANTLY run your mouth about what you THINK i fucking feel! All the damn time! Maybe quit relying on your fucking senses and open your damn EYES!☆"

"☆You're so obsessed with what you THINK you know! When someone does tell you- You deny deny deny! You think I'M in denial over this because its mwy fwisrt twime in love or some shit!?☆"

"☆News flash- Stop acting like youre some 'first' to try and convince me I can love. Look exactly where that got me.,☆"

->They tug down the collar of their top, revealing a nasty scar across it.. the intent was clear- death.

"☆I don't give two SHITS about Nakaou! You think I'm so fucking deep in love with him? Is that it? Reality check bitch! You think i'm in love with him? Then why the fuck would I go out of my way to get his crush or whatever to fucking make a move? Huh!?"

"If I was so in love with him, you think I wouldn't have made some move on him!? Or do you think i'm just there for the fucking thrill of it!?"

"Maybe pay attention to your damn surroundings. Because I was clearly fucking looking at YOU. You think i'd be radiating some form of affection like that? If I was oh so damn in love with him- Name every other time I had been like that with him? OR how about any of the others, ya? Just prove me wrong then!"

"Did you even stop and think.. To ask?"

"Yeah totally sure! You've totally thought it all through, havent you?"

"You're oh so confident with your actions! Tell me, we're supposed to elope together? Pretend everything is just peachy fucking keen and you haven't lost your entire future because of me?"

"That I'm not going to absolutely ruin anything good thats left in you?"

"I'm not completely ruining any of your chances at a normal life! To do what you want!"

"That I'm supposed to forget this is the same thing I had been told before by someone I cared for deeply!?"

"And frankly? You've pulled a weapon on me before- I am not stupid to turn my back on someone twice."

->Black rolls down their cheeks..

"You told me nothing would change. You told me that- but you clearly lied about that! I have done nothing but try and make this all work out without fucking on whatever the fuck is going on between us. I have been delicate with. Considering how you feel."

"I have been losing my chances left and right. Unable to even fucking feed over.. This."

"Now you even humiliate me? For being upset that everything is fucking falling apart! Trying to.. fucking. Try to make this WORK."

"...."

"What have you done to me..."

[sunder-the-gold]

how do you think that tai and qrow would have reacted if they saw the hound grimm and the truth behind it ( also I have come up with the idea of if adam was a sew adam being grimmified would have been fitting ( how would blake have reacted if instead of what happened in v6 adam got grimmified ) how would the other huntsmen have reacted if they saw the hound saw it speak and then saw that it was a person like say team cfvy (given the reference to fox and the hound I couldnt help but imagine a scenario where fox ( who already has references to team fox and the hound was a sew who was born blind and got grimmified to see cfvys reaction )

Please start using periods and paragraph breaks to separate your thoughts. It's not fair that you want me to pick apart what you're asking on top of trying to answer it.

If you're using voice-dictation to a device, I know it can handle periods. It clearly handles parenthesis.

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Taiyang would probably faint dead away and might not wake up. Either that, or he decides he's had E-Fucking-Nough and he goes apeshit. Either a screaming berserker rage or a heartless John Wick madness. Either way, his daughters would need to personally step in to remind him he still has something to live for that he could lose.

Qrow would take the hit hard, but would bounce back and stay on course.

Whatever happens to Adam is not Blake's business. She'd be just as horrified about that as about killing him in canon, she'd want to save him if possible, and if she needed to kill him she'd maybe feel less bad about it in canon.

[bratz-kitten]

random thoughts on the moon signs

moon in pisces is literally my favorite placement ever. something about these people makes me feel safe. as a capricorn moon, i repress my emotions constantly and i’m deadly afraid of showing vulnerability, but pisces moons give off this vibe of constantly being consumed by their emotions – and it’s fascinating. you make me feel like it’s okay to express my deeply emotional side; even better, you encourage it. you’re the type of people who i love crying with while eating ice cream, even cuddling with. your empathy and passion for your interests is your biggest strength.

moon in aquarius reminds me of that shrek quote of him being an onion – you guys have layers upon layers upon layers. my brother is an aquarius moon and sometimes i feel like i’m the only person who knows how emotional he really is. you hate showing this part of yourself – it’s hidden safely from prying hands; you racionalize your emotions, repress them, attempt to conceal them; but ultimately, your deeply compassionate and intuitive nature will be shown – even if only to the very few you trust. your dreams are your biggest strength.

i have never met a cancer moon without raging mommy issues yet who was deeply attached to their mother. you always share this very close bond and she’s very present in your life – yet its so obviously this very toxic dynamic. you guys get this fame for being the only ones with ‘stable’ emotions because your moon is exalted but you’re like.. not. your emotions aren’t stable; much on the contrary, and even if you’re very emotional, you don’t particularly like showing it. most of the cancer moons i’ve known are iffy about expressing their feelings. you joke a lot about your trauma, though, and so you give people the impression of knowing you when really, they don’t know the half of it.

moon in sagittarius makes it feel like life is worth living. you dream so much and so high; you’re so open about your love for adventure and freedom, so optimistic and fun-loving – to the point where most people don’t understand how turbulent your emotions are underneath the façade. you give off the vibe of the funny friend who’s depressed and afraid to show it because you’re supposed to be the one who raises the spirits. doesn’t it hurt when you try opening up to others and they almost seem bothered by it because they prefer it when you’re just this bubble of fun? you need to learn to take that weight off your shoulders – stop trying to entertain others and realize that they’re the ones who need to entertain you. this is your show, baby. your resilience is your strength.

is it possible to be a capricorn moon without having strict parents and a terrible childhood in which you had to raise yourself? because i think it’s kind of a given. it’s so funny how literally everyone sees you as this cold, unemotional, strong person yet you probably cry everyday. a lot of problems with self-worth every time you’re in a bad place mentally, which is constantly. extremely calculating – you always do shit with a clear purpose in mind and it can come off like you’re using people for your own gains. your ability to survive even unsurmountable odds stacked up against you is your strength. i almost feel like you thrive on pain because that’s how you’ve learned to grow and adapt.

moon in aries people are so smart, and most of all, dedicated. you make me want to get my life together so bad – you’re the type of people to set a goal and go through with it no matter what. you’re always on to something, looking for opportunities and recognition. you see what you want and you go for it. you’re so easy to rile up and lose it, though, it’s so funny how you’re so bold and passionate yet so big of a crybaby (all aries placements are tbh).

moon in scorpio stop being so pessimistic pleathe i will kiss you in the lips just don’t lose your faith in humanity /yet/. trust is the most important thing in the world to you which is funny because you have raging trust issues. so sensitive but you cover that up with anger. you be looking like you wanna commit sporadic murder when on the inside you’re just so hurt. you’re so dependable, things might be in deep shit but as soon as you’re in the room i know we’ll find a way to fix it. if the l*ve of my life doesn’t end up being a scorpio moon i’ll be so pissed.

moon in leo YOU’RE SO INFURIATING PLEASE SHUT UP OR I’LL FUCK YOU??????? massive egos, you know you’re the shit and you won’t shut up about it. likes to start arguments just to rile everyone up and then laugh maniacally in the corner at the chaos they created. always have a wicked plan in mind and i’ll go along with it because you’re also stupidly endearing. the best friends, literally always there when you’re down and sosososo supportive. i’ve noticed that feeling insecure is quite possible the worst thing you can feel, it’ll start to take a toll on your physical health. your ability to be a fucking idiot but also a /pretty/ idiot is your biggest strength.

moon in virgo if you say “well actually, that’s not how that works” one more time i’ll throw hands. incredibly nit-picky and obsessive but also the types of people to have a pile of dirt on their room?? mom friend, WILL take care of her babies/friends. you always ruin the mood yet.. you’re so fun to be around? how does that even work? i could listen to you talk for hours. i don’t think you know what the concept of relaxation is. also pleathe stop with that need to fix others. the fact that you’re so focused on your goals and willing to do just about anything is your biggest strength (it’s also kinda scary).

my mom’s moon is in libra and ma’am can you please stop transferring your mommy issues onto me? i get it, you had a codependent relationship with her and she showed you she loved you while also constantly criticising you and treating you like an extension of herself. my bestie is a libra moon too and it’s also like that. just.. mommy issues and insecurities for days. a passion 4 fashion and people love to be around you. also, i can’t understand how you feel. like, you’ll cry a lot and love so hard yet when you break up with someone you’ll never spare a thought about them again? it’s almost like you can turn your feelings off. which is funny, because that’s supposed to be a capricorn moon thing but i’ve never met one who can stop caring, they just act like they’re heartless to protect themselves. either way, libra moons can switch from sweethearts to cold and aggressive in a literal second and it’s scary but also cool.

moon in gemini please don’t ever shut up you have so much to say, your interests are so fascinating and the way you talk with so much passion about literally anything makes my heart do the flippy thing. also so complicated, can you name one person in this world who fully knows and comprehends you? very secretive, people feel like they know you because you talk a lot and are very open about certain things but as soon as something actually serious happens you turn into allison dilaurentis real quick.

moon in taurus why are you so pretty? you’re so extra too, you always leave the house looking straight off the runaway. you’re literally so caring for your friends and overprotective too, possessive of even them. you prioritize comfort a lot, wether it be on your home or concerning yourself. you’re very good with people, i feel like you’re the ex that your ex-boyfriend’s mom doesn’t ever shut up about because she misses you and wants you to be The one. you need to learn that change isn’t the enemy!! change is fundamental for personal growth. hold grudges for a crazy amount of time. very weird sense of humor, in an oddly endearing way. your mentality of “if they’ve hurt you, they’ve hurt me too” is your biggest strength.

[callme-barnes]

Besitos

*Pictures are not mine*

Summary: Demons can be fun, at least you know you can be. When you go out to claim a soul as yours, Bucky finds you and it only adds on to the fun.

Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Demon!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: SMUT (Demon!Bucky is a sin), oral sex (f! receiving), rough sex, slight daddy kink, blood kink (if you squint), talk of religion (not much), dirty talk

IF YOU ARE A MINOR PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! THIS WORK IS FOR THOSE 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Again, this work is 18+ only!. Do not repost my work anywhere! This is a one-shot based off of a series I really want to put out at some point. I've been having a tough go of it and this work Ade me feel better to write. Please do not judge my smut writing as I am still pretty new to it. All mistakes are mine. But otherwise please enjoy and feel free to interact with me if you liked it! Enjoy ladies & gents!

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Y/N watched from the comfort of a dark corner at the bar at all the bodies dancing underneath the strobe lights of the club. It had hit its peak at about 1 in the morning, and it was the right time for you to strike the target you had come here to find.

His name was John, a pretty good looking man by human standards. Tall, dark and handsome as you once would’ve described him. Had a beautiful pregnant fiance at home by the name of Lily who was ready to give birth to a handsome baby boy any day now by what you could gather from Lily’s pleas for help. You had overheard her one night, crying herself to sleep as she prayed to God to help her make sense of her situation. She was stuck at home, waiting for a man who would go out and have fun with his friends. And other women.

She had prayed for clarity, safety and a change of heart for him. And strength and courage for herself. To be able to keep her fiance and to change what was wrong with her. Of course nothing was wrong with Lily. She was pregnant, ready to burst at any second. She was bringing a life into this world, risking her body and her health and for what? For a man who refused to change his way of life because that’s what he had grown accustomed to? Or in his words, “To be a slave to a family?”

You had found yourself in that situation once, praying to God for a man that couldn’t give a shit less if you had dropped dead. As long as he maintained his freedom and habits all was well. Instead the man you had grown to love had left you for a cute petite brunette, claiming you had been smothering him with your “jealousy” and your “excessive” calls when you only wanted to be with him.

Your praying touched upon deaf ears of course and it was then that you realized no one was out there to protect you. You were on your own to deal with the hardships of your life.

Until you met him. James Barnes.

He had been your savior when you were ready to give up all hope. Bucky, as you’ve grown to call him, had given you strength and a new life. A life devoted to taking what you wanted and not being sorry about it. A life devoted to him. But that was a tale for another time.

That’s how you ended up appearing to the poor young woman. Sat in her bed, in pain both physically and emotionally. You had appeared before her dressed in a beautiful black dress, the slit high up your thigh and a pair of your favorite black stilettos. She had been scared. As she should have been. Your power emanated before her, putting her in a trance before you disappeared into the shadows, sending her a small devilish grin.

You set your plan into motion when you saw him headed for the restroom area. He was intoxicated beyond his logical mind, which was just the way you liked them. Downing the remainder of your drink, you made your way to the back area, the sea of people splitting as you walked past them making a direct walkway to your destination. When you stood in front of the mens room, those who waited in line stared with hunger. Intensity. Desire. Your hand reached out to touch one of their gawking faces before sending him a wink and walking in after John. The light cheering on the other end of the door made you smile as you locked it behind you and walked towards the sink counter. You perched yourself on top of it, the red lights casting a hellish glow across your skin.

The stall door opened and you felt your insides twist in anticipation as John walked out, his eyes blinking to focus and his hands holding onto the wall for stability and guidance.

Showtime.

You watched as John made his way to the sinks before finally realizing he wasn’t alone, stopping just a foot in front of you. Your leg shifting up to cross over your other, the slit in your dress falling to either side to give him a nice little peek of your ass.

“Hey there handsome”

You were laying it on thick sure, but you weren’t going to lie, you were excited for this one. It hit a little too close to home for you and you were practically bursting open at the seams.

“Who...who are you?”

“I’ve been watching you all night you know. Trying to muster up the courage to approach you and talk to you”

He almost immediately dropped his guard, his vibrations shifting from reserved to open and ready. Good.

“Well hot stuff here we are. And you found me, here all vulnerable. Naughty girl”

You smiled at him as you stood up, your heels clicking on the tile as you reached over to grab his shirt and pull him close to you, pressing your body up against his own.

“Oh I can be very naughty”, you said and leaned up to kiss him. Your tongue slithered against his own, your pace slow waiting for him to respond. Which he did and quickly. His hands reached out to rest on your ass, his hands squeezing and bringing you in to rub against the hard on he was sporting. You sent him a small moan in response, obviously fake but that only spurred him on further.

His hands reached down to just underneath your ass before you pushed away from him and moved to perch yourself back up on the counter making sure to make a show of opening your legs to invite him in.

“I’ve been really lonely. I haven’t had a man in so long baby”

He was entranced by you, his focus resting on your open thighs and practically foaming at the mouth.

“You know how hard it is to find a single honest man in this city? I noticed you weren’t wearing a ring and you came here by yourself. Are you lonely too?”

This was it, the opportunity for your prey to make amends. You weren’t completely heartless, you had been human once. You had made mistakes too, so you always gave them a chance. Yet 99% of the time, they failed. So you got a chance to have some fun. Your eye contact didn’t falter as you ran your hand down between the valley of your breasts, the other trailing up to reveal the lacy thong you were wearing.

“Fuck...yes I’m....I’m so lonely”

There it was. The opportunity you were looking forward to because let's face it you knew this piece of shit was too set in his ways to repent. You sent him a smile as your fingers began to rub at yourself over your panties, letting out a small moan to coax him in.

“You wanna fuck me? It’s been so long since I’ve had a real man fuck me good”

He closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath before walking over and settling himself between your open legs, his hands grasping at your thighs, “Fuck me Johnny boy”

You moved up to kiss him again, this time more aggressively as your innocent facade began to slip away.

“Now I know there’s a God”

You stopped yourself from laughing or scoffing as your hands moved down to rub at his cock through his jeans, watching him as he tore his lip open with how hard he was biting down and you leaned up, making sure you pressed your body against him to give him one last little feel, moving your lips to his ear

“No God here John. Only me”

As you made your way to unbuckle his pants he hesitated a bit and you leaned back “What’s wrong baby? I thought you wanted to fuck me? Don’t you want to?”

“Yes I...fuck I do. Did you ask my friends my name? I don’t think I ever got yours?”

You watched a shadow move from behind John and before you could respond you saw him. Coming out of the shadows looking as handsome as the devil himself. Bucky.

“What does it matter? Don’t you just want to get inside me?”

As you spoke you made eye contact with Bucky from behind John’s shoulders as you leaned back and opened your legs up to give him a view. You smirked to yourself as Bucky’s demeanor changed and before John could get another word out you watched his eyes widen in fear, finally catching onto Bucky in the mirror’s reflection but by then it was too late. Bucky’s hand had reached into John’s back and grabbed onto his heart, squeezing tight before John collapsed lifeless onto the floor.

You watched him, standing up and looking down at him before shifting to Bucky with a smile, “That was my soul to take”

Bucky watched you, his eyes darkening in discontent “I really wish you’d keep your hands to yourself when taking your souls babygirl”

You leaned against the counter and shrugged, “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, how else would I get you all riled up and angry?”

Bucky was in front of you in a blink, his hand wrapping around your throat as he pressed himself up against you. The proximity of the man in front of you made you melt, your body immediately submitting to him as he stared at you. If you had a soul you were sure he’d be looking into it.

“Is that what it is? You like when I’m angry and jealous?”

You fluttered your eyelashes at him, “You’ve been so busy baby. I’ve had to fill the void with what I could take”

That didn’t make him loosen his hold or react, he just kept staring at you as if to say it was your move now and who were you if not an amazing actress.

“We both know I belong to you. And I wouldn’t want to fuck anyone else but you”

You moved your hand to grab onto his own that was pressed against your neck, leaning down to take two of his fingers into your mouth and began sucking on them. Bucky’s chest rumbled with a growl as he stood before you mesmerized, his dick twitching against his black dress pants he had on.

“I brought us an audience daddy,” you said when you pulled away from his hand a small trail of spit following your lips “You know how much I love it when people hear us fucking. It gets me so wet just thinking about all those guys out there wanting to get in my panties while my one and only is fucking me stupid”

That had done it for him, he slammed you against the mirror behind you causing it to break and fall around you as he took your lips in his, kissing you sloppy and animalistic. You let out a moan and a smile in victory, pressing your body into him not caring if you cut your hand on the shards that surrounded you. Bucky grabbed onto the point where your dress slit ended on your hip and tore the fabric open, making you gasp “This is my favorite dress”

“I’ll buy you another”

His growl tore through you, going straight to your aching core causing you to begin grinding against his dick for some relief. You reached your hand up to lick the trail of blood from your hand that was cut open making a show of it, your tongue trailing against your finger before motioning for him to get close. You pulled him into you and kissed him, hearing him moan into your mouth as you shamelessly continued grinding against him

“I want your dick daddy. Fuck I want it so bad. Need you to fuck me please. My pussy is so wet for you”

Bucky reached down and tore your panties from your body, his fingers trailing along your slit and gathering your wetness onto his fingers before slipping them into his mouth, moaning in response “Fuck you know just how to get me going little one. Want me to eat you out you little minx? Do you want to come on my tongue?”

You whined as you nodded and lifted your legs, your heels propping themselves up onto the counter to open up for him “Please. Want to cum on your tongue daddy. Make me cum please”

Bucky kneeled down in front of your open thighs and wasted no time as he leaned in and began to lick at every crevice he could reach and even some you didn’t know he could reach. His tongue worked from your entrance all the way up to your clit, making quick work of it. You moaned out obscenely, your hand reaching down to grip his hair and pressing him further into you as you grind your pussy down onto his face. You pleaded and moaned louder as he sucked and licked at you, your heels falling onto his back and digging into his skin. He hissed in response but otherwise kept at it, licking and sucking and repeating until you felt that familiar twist in your stomach.

“Oh fuck...yes please. Please give it to me, make me cum for you daddy. Shit yes!”

You made sure to be as loud as you wanted knowing the audience that had gathered on the other side of the restroom door. Bucky hit that one spot on your clit over and over again, causing your toes to curl in your heels and your back to arch up dramatically. Your eyes rolled up as you came loud and hard, your body convulsing and your thighs squeezing his head as he continued to suck. You attempted to push him away as you felt your body become too sensitive which only caused him to pin you down harder on the counter as he continued

“I...I can’t. Wait….oh fuck”

But he was a demon possessed as he kept going before you felt yourself come again, harder this time as you gripped onto the sink the pressure causing you to snap one of the handles clean off. You felt your release flow out of you as Bucky pulled away and wiped his lips with the back of his hand “Shit I love it when you do that for me”

His shirt was wet with your orgasm and he sent you a smirk as he undid his pants, bringing his cock out as he stroked it. You watched him in awe as you smiled at him, your eyes just as black as his as he reached over to pick you up and slammed you against the nearest wall. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his hips to bring him close, feeling his cock hard against your core.

“Fuck me. My pussy wants you so bad”

Bucky smirked at you before lining himself up and pushing into you fully in one thrust. You let your head rest back against the wall, unable to form a sound when you tried to moan before he began to slam up into you. He fucked you like an animal, all teeth and hands and no emotion. The air of authority fell off of him and made you moan and squeal every time he slid past that spot inside of you. Your nails made work, scratching at his neck when you tried to hold on, at his back causing his shirt to rip open and at the upper part of his ass so you could bring him closer to you.

“I want another out of you little one. I want you to cum all over my dick before I cum inside of this tight pussy you understand me? You gonna do that for me baby? Gonna….shit, gonna give me another one?”

“Oh fuck yes daddy I’ll do it. Anything for you, anything”

He pounded into you at a relentless pace, the vibrations coming off of the two of you causing the lights to flicker in small space and the doors to the stalls to shake on the hinges. When you felt your third orgasm coming you leaned in to kiss him and bite at his bottom lip roughly. You graced him with the most pornographic sounds you had in you, urging him on before you came, your walls gripping onto him like a vice not wanting to let him go. Bucky groaned and let his head fall back before he gripped your hips and began to take full control, using his strength to pull you down on him harder to get into you deeper. The force caused you to slam against the tile wall as you held onto him for salvation.

“Talk to me baby” he said as he used a hand to grab your jaw and made you look at him, “You know how much I love hearing you talk filthy to me”

Your walls spasmed around him as you felt what could have been another orgasm coming as you kept eye contact with him

“Oh daddy, I want you to come inside me. Want you to fill me completely with your cum. I want to be able to feel you inside of me for days. Please give it to me, please cum for me. You make me feel so good baby. Give it to me, fuck give it to me”

Your words drove him to the edge, his hips stuttering as he pushed into you again and he spilled himself inside of you, his orgasm also spurring on another of your own. Bucky’s hands grabbed onto you and pulled you in tightly as he rode out his release into you, pulling out slowly and pushing any cum that was slipping out back into you. You had a dumb smile on your face and you kissed him and pulled away.

“Want to finish this somewhere a little more private?”

Bucky listened to you finally hearing the cheers on the other side of the door and he smirked to himself as he leaned in to kiss you once again and set you on your feet so he could adjust himself, “You really are a bad girl”

You hummed in response as you looked in the mirror and fixed your eyeliner a bit, stepping over the dead body on the floor and you looked down “Almost forgot he was in here”

Bucky chuckled to himself and moved to take a hold of your waist. “What did this poor bastard do?”

“He has a pregnant fiance at home. Figured someone should teach him about consequences so he could use it in his next lifetime”

Bucky let out a deep but loud laugh as he squeezed you to him, “Let’s get outta here”

You smiled as you moved to unlock the bathroom door and allowed it to open a bit before walking back to Bucky and shifting out of the bathroom. You stood right outside and when you heard screaming and commotion you grinned in delight before walking towards Bucky who was waiting for you.

“Thank you”

You leaned up to kiss his cheek and looked down at you with admiration, “What for little one?”

“For blessing me with a new life worth living”

Bucky smiled as you both made your way down the busy street, ignoring the looks you got at your obvious physical state. His lips kissed your temple and he pulled you closer into him, “You deserve it. Now, my place or yours?”

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Untitled Xehanort Post

Having posted about Sephiroth recently and all of the highs and lows he’s been through, I am reminded that whatever his case may be, he’s got it easy when compared to Xehanort of the Kingdom Hearts series, who began his existence as a Disneyfied spiritual successor to Sephiroth but has now been rendered into the one of the most poorly written and downright headache-inducingly confusing villains in video game history. And I’m goddamn sick of it, so I say that Xehanort should not be considered a single character, but three individual ones.

Let’s call them Xehanort A, Xehanort B, and Xehanort C and look them over, shall we?

This fucking asshole. The Keyblade wielder from Scala ad Caelum Destiny Islands whom Nomura insisted on making the Big Bad of the so-called “Dark Seeker Saga”, positioned as somehow being both an omnipotent master planner who’s also the most powerful Keyblade Master to ever live and just a pawn in an even more convoluted scheme concocted by even more powerful Keyblade Masters, and whose many motivations don’t make an iota of sense.

His trajectory through the series is as follows:

BBS - Old version as Big Bad, brief flashback of young version. BBS:FM - Young version and will-endowed armor as Secret Bosses. RE:CODED - Young version in stinger at the end of the 2.5 HD Collection movie. 3D/HD - Young version as Big Bad, old version as Bigger Bad. KH3 - Old version as Big Bad, young version as minion, younger version playing chess. KH3:RM - New scenes and boss battles with both young and old versions. MOM - Old version as Final Boss. UX:DR - Younger version as Player Character, young and old versions at the end.

Look, when you have to boil what makes a great villain down to one word, it’d have to be “understanding”. You must either understand the villain in areas such as personality, background and motive in order to make some kind of connection with them, or find that they are (deliberately on the writer’s part) beyond understanding to a degree that their presence invokes fear and apprehension. Hell, Sephiroth manages both at once given his human side and his Jenova side. But Xehanort A is just impossible to understand, and not in a scary deliberate way either since Nomura clearly wants you to see him as humanized. If you can truly understand a villain, then you can summarize even the most complex of them with a degree of brevity. I cannot for the life of me do so with Xehanort. The time travel factor alone makes summarizing him a chore, to say nothing of the clusterfuckery that is Dark Road.

Xehanort A was fun when he was just the evil, scheming old bastard voiced by Leonard Nimoy in Birth by Sleep, and he also made a fine “turn your brain off and just enjoy beating the shit out of ‘em” baddie voiced by Christopher Lloyd in Kingdom Hearts III Re:Mind. Every other appearance he makes, whether it be the old, young or even younger versions, blows.

Ah, yes. The original Xehanort, conception-wise. A body-stealing Heartless who claimed to be Ansem, ruler of Hollow Bastion, only for it later to be revealed that he was actually Ansem’s top apprentice who had betrayed his master and stolen his name and research in order to continue it all the way to its “logical conclusion”: plunging all worlds into eternal DARKNESS!

His trajectory through the series is as follows:

KH - Big Bad. COM - DiZ in disguise, real version Final Boss of Riku's Story. KH2 - Form taken by Riku, portrait and flashback. CODED - Robed Heartless form in flashback. DAYS - Form taken by Riku. BBS - Final Boss of Terra's Story and The Final Episode. 3D/HD - Minion to Master Xehanort, flashback at start. 0.2 BBS - Spiritual cameo appearance. KH3 - Minion to Master Xehanort. KH3:RM - New scenes and boss battles. MOM - Memory-based battle, flashback, brief appearances at end. UX:DR - Robed Heartless form in cameo role.

It’s easy to see where Xehanort B went wrong. Following the first half of his trajectory (KH through BBS), we get the second half (3D/HD through UX:DR) where suddenly he’s a “minion to Master Xehanort”. If that had happened sequentially, it would be a downgrade as is. But Nomura took it a step further by claiming he was always just Xehanort A’s minion and trying to progress his master plan, even time-traveling to the past in order to give Xehanort A’s younger self time-travel powers and this is the reason why he gave up his body to become a Heartless....which is in direct contradiction to what he himself stated was his reason for giving up his body in the original Kingdom Hearts! His personality also went screwy at this point, with the Heartless version of him now acting knowingly and gleefully evil in 3D/HD rather than with deranged, self-important pomposity...only for that characterization to shift to the human version of him in KH3 while the Heartless version is suddenly acting all stern and somber and even sympathetic for no clear reason. And don’t even get me started on the WTFery that transpired with him in Melody of Memory. It’s all such an egregious waste. This once great villain got turned into a confusing accessory to an even more confusing villain.

Could it be? A character who bears the name of Xehanort that still manages to have his dignity mostly in tact? YES! It’s Xemnas, the leader of Organization XIII, a Nobody formed from the body and soul of Xehanort B after he became a Heartless. He holds power over nothingness, and fiercely desires for the universe to be remade in his own empty image.

His trajectory through the series is as follows:

KH:FM - Secret Boss. RE:COM - Last shot of stinger at the end of Sora's Story. KH2 - Big Bad. KH2:FM - New scenes and boss battles. DAYS - Big Bad in Story Mode and playable character in Mission Mode. 3D/HD - Minion to Master Xehanort and Final Boss of Sora's Story. KH3 - Minion to Master Xehanort. KH3:RM - New scenes and boss battles. MOM - Memory-based battle, brief appearance at end.

The sole blemish on Xehanort C’s record is 3D/HD, where just like Xehanort B, Nomura tries to claim he was following the master plan of Xehanort A the whole time and that he simply lied about core facets of his own plan, including Nobodies lacking hearts (even though he wasn’t the only person to say that and many who would know also stated as much....) Reducing him to someone else’s pawn and brushing off his own personal complexities and objectives as mere lies was an insult of the highest order. Mercifully, Kingdom Hearts III basically ignores all that, with him being characterized sincerely again and showing subtle signs of plotting to betray Xehanort A when the time is right...unfortunately for him, that time doesn’t come before he is cut down by Sora once again. However, he still makes the most of whenever he is on screen with the frightening degree of malice he emanates, and is responsible for several endgame highlights (one lowlight too, but that’s technically more Xehanort A’s fault than his so I’ll let it slide). For the most part, Xehanort C still embodies what Xehanort should have stayed: a scary Sephiroth-caliber villain in a Disney-based universe.

[bcdwhcre]

How about a little hurt/comfort request of Levi x reader where the reader used to be happy and bubbly but one day they lose everyone in their squad & they feels guilty for surviving so all they do is train to get better, barely eat and nearly push themselves near the brink of death and Levi tries to help them through it

“Comfort,” Levi x Reader

Summary: Levi trying his best to comfort you after you lose your whole squad and fall into a deep depression hole.

Warnings: none, I think.

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Levi couldn’t help but lie awake in the bed you two shared. He would lie awake for hours most nights as the spot beside him always remained empty and cold, just like your empty heart as you stayed inside one of the training rooms on the base, working yourself past your limits to make you feel anything except guilt and pain.

At first he had given you space, let you grieve in peace because that’s what you said you wanted. You pushed him away and even yelled at him for coming too close to you, it pained him but he didn’t want to drive you away.

The guilt had you pinned down. It felt like you were trapped under water and couldn’t swim up to the surface, it was your fault your whole squad was dead. If you were only there in their last moments they would still be alive.

Your fists beat against the punching bag over and over again, the tears stinging your eyes as the flashbacks of their dead chewed up bodies laid out across the ground.

You had came across their remains, most were just arms and legs but at one point one of your cadets face was ripped in half, the picture implanted in your head permantely as you continue to blame yourself over and over again.

You wouldn’t eat for days at a time, you were never hungry, you were never feeling up to anything. You felt nothing inside of your dark soul, nothing.

Levi had grown worried as more days pass, the way you were grieving wasnt normal and it was pushing you to the brink of death at some points. He watched you turn into a complete stranger, someone who was once happy and full of life and love to now a dark person who was more cold than him.

As he stared up at the ceiling, thinking about everything and having everyday flash before his eyes, the reminder of you pushing yourself to death, the way you lost so much weight from not eating, from the bruises you gave yourself on your skin, it had made him reach his breaking point.

He had tried to avoid arguments for your sake but he was at a point where he didn’t give a shit anymore. He didn’t want to lose you, he loved you more than anything and if that meant he needed to either give you tough love or comfort you even when you said you didn’t want it- then that’s what he’ll do.

He walked down the hallway of the base, only wearing a simple white tee and a pair of sweatpants as his feet hit against the wooden floors towards the room he knew you were in- you were in there everyday for hours while everyone was asleep.

His hand pushed open the door, almost startling you and when you seen the look on his face, you grunted and turned back to the punching bag in front of you. The sweat dripped down your forehead and you continued punching it even though you were well past your limits.

“Y/N.” Levi said sternly, walking over and stopping you from punching the bag which annoyed you but he couldn’t care less.

The guilt and the grief that weighed on you had turned you into such a depressed angry person. You would easily take your anger out on Levi and even the other Scouts before you locked yourself in your room and let your depression send you into a deep sleep for hours at a time.

You hated to be so cold, especially towards Levi but the way depression had clouded your judgment- you honestly couldn’t care what happened. You didn’t care about the nasty words that left your mouth, it was better than sitting on the floor crying for hours.

“Can you move?” You simply said, your empty lifeless eyes met with his and he sighed.

It was nearly three in the morning, he was tired but he also was tired of not being able to sleep beside you or see your smile in the morning. He hated himself for letting you get this far into this, he hated not being of much comfort to you.

“No, we’re going to bed.” He had reached down to grab your arm but you were quick to rip it away from his grasp, making his eyebrows furrow.

“You can go, I’m staying here.”

“Y/N.”

“Levi, just leave me the fuck alone, okay?” You snapped, the sudden attitude you gave him had made him upset but more in a way where he was sad to see you like this.

He was also annoyed with the fact you acted like you could get away with such an attitude and at first he let you. He gave you so many passes because of your squad dying. He understood your grief and your pain but you had started to take advantage and be heartless to everyone around you- including your own boyfriend.

“No, this is not how you grieve.” He stared down at you, a pained expression on his face while yours was just emotionless.

“It’s been helping me grieve just fine.”

“Quit lying to yourself. Not sleeping, not eating, only working yourself to death is what you call grieving? Being a spiteful person isn’t the way to go about this.” Levi started to say, reaching over and grabbing both of your arms as he searched your eyes, trying to find any sign of life in you.

“I get it, I lost my entire squad too and at first it feels awful.. like you’re to blame for it but you’re not. The best we can do is just honor them and mourn and move on for their sake and ours.” He was never the type to give out some stupid inspiration speech but in this case, it was either yell at you or try to break down these walls you’ve built.

“I know you’re hurting, I can see it and I’ve given you so much space and time because that’s what you said you needed but you’re killing yourself and I can’t allow that... I can’t lose you too.” His words had stung like a snake bite full of venom, it had hurt you in ways you didn’t expect it to.

Then everything started to come to light, you started to realize everything and snap back into reality as you stared up at Levi, his eyes full of pain and hurt and it had made you rethink every decision you had made the last few weeks.

Your eyes started to burn with tears, a lump forming in your throat as you thought about how you were slowly killing yourself and hurting Levi in ways you didn’t mean to. Hurting him was something you never wanted to do and you didn’t realize you were doing it for weeks because you were being selfish.

Your shaky hands had reached over towards him, pulling him in a hug and buried your face into his shoulder as you silently cried. The tears continuously running down your cheeks as he tried to be of as much comfort as possible. His soft hands rubbing your back and holding onto you as tight as possible, not wanting to let you go.

“I’m so sorry..” You shook your head, clinging onto the back of his t-shirt and continued to repeat apologies.

“Don’t be, I know how much you’re hurting.” He mumbled, turning his head to plant a kiss on yours and gently pulled back.

He couldn’t help but sigh, brushing strands of your hair back from your face before wiping your tears off your cheeks with his thumbs. He cared about you more than he can explain and all he ever wanted was for you to be happy and seeing you in such a state where you were the opposite absolutely killed him.

“I just feel like I could’ve done more for them.” You said out loud, the first time actually talking about the deaths and how badly it hurt you.

“You did all you could, Y/N..” He tilted your chin up to look at him, his eyes burning into yours and you sniffled before nodding.

“Please, come back to bed with me.” He barely said over a whisper, his hand moving down to grab yours and slowly walk towards the door, praying you wouldn’t pull away again.

Instead you let him walk you back to your bedroom, the silence on the way back was deadly but everyone in the base was sleeping and you didn’t want to disturb anyone or wake anyone up. Once you both had stepped inside the bedroom, you were quick to step over to your shared bed and take off some pieces of clothing before settling under the blankets.

The bed was soft and cold, the blankets making you feel secured but when Levi laid down beside you and pulled you into his chest, it made you feel more safe and it made you feel better deep down.

You always pushed him away, always told him to leave and always ignored him, barely slept beside him and now as the reality of everything came rushing to your head, the guilt of pinning everything on Levi was lingering over you making your eyes water again and you sniffled, trying to hold back your tears.

You were surprised that he had stayed here and dealt with this, dealt with everything you put him through and he continued to do so. He continued to cuddle you, hold you tightly in his arms while rubbing soft circles on your back, making you calm down just a little.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to... be so angry towards you.” You spoke softly, making his head turn down to look at you.

“No matter how angry or upset you get, you’re not getting rid of me so take that out of your head.” He said, moving one hand up to caress your cheek and you nodded slowly.

You had leaned up, pressing your lips onto his in a short but soft kiss, almost forgetting just how soft his lips actually were. You have been so distant that you two have barely talked, kissed or hugged. You didn’t realize just how fucked up you were and you didn’t realize just how much you missed his touches.

After you pulled back, you planted a quick peck on his lips before laying your head back down on his chest, a sudden weight being lifted off of you but the guilt still remained and you knew you had to grieve properly and not continue to beat yourself up while dragging Levi down with you.

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