His blood is like a parenthesis, an abrupt punctuation interjected in the midst of a runaway thought, because once Satya sees it slick and red down his ribs, all coherent contemplation slams to a halt.
A part of her briefly considers voicing the question enclosed within dripping parentheticals, why are you bleeding, but there are more pertinent words to be said.
“On your back. Now. Quickly. Good. Stay still.”
The thick shot of epinephrine spurs her hammering pulse and injects a tremor in her hands, but she forms her mudras with desperate precision and encases him in a shroud of hexagonal light: damage control.
“I’m fine. Stop your—your worrying.” Junkrat grins up at her from the hot pavement. It’s forced, strained; his countenance is tight with agony. “S’only a scratch.”
“It is far more than a scratch,” she says. Her voice is too rigid; a razor’s edge.
“Right, yeah, but it’s—” He pauses, grits his teeth, breathes, wheezing, “—but it’s not a leg. Or—or an arm.”
Satya bites at the inside of her cheek. She does not want to look at his injury (too wrong, too red, an apostrophe, an exclamation point, an indefinite rerouting pause), but she must because despite Doctor Ziegler’s miraculous nanotechnology, she will still need to anticipate treatment.
She signals distress on her commlink. Help should come soon.
“It may be a lung,” she says.
“You already leave me breathless,” he manages. “Now it’s—it’s just terminal.”
“Be silent. That is the pain talking. You are delirious.”
Setting her jaw, Satya weaves another web of light and presses it into his chest, using as much force as she possibly can. She must do something to staunch the wound because the first shield isn’t working; sanguine still wells up beneath; damage control, damage control.
Junkrat makes a harsh hissing sound between clenched teeth. His body tenses under her touch, and he half coils up beneath her as if a new position might help him navigate the anguish.
“I apologize, but this requires pressure. You must—”
“M’not delirious,” he argues, gasping, “I’m—”
“What did you not understand about be silent?”
In spite of the apparent pain, he attempts a simper. “Everything?”
“Must I put a shield over your mouth as well?” She leans her weight into her hands and presses harder against his chest because she isn’t sure this is working; she isn’t a trained professional, she doesn’t have experience in this; all she has is hard-light and that must be enough, it has to be. “You will only make it worse if you continue to talk. Captain Amari or Doctor Ziegler will be here soon, and I would prefer you alive for their arrival.”
She averts her gaze from his injury and tries to study his face. Sharp, angled lineaments, half-shuttered eyes, smudged soot, wildfire hair, a flash of gold when he sucks in a ragged, heaving inhale like he’s—
… breathless.
Satya’s pulse skips. A tight knot already exists at the back of her throat, but it wrings tighter still.
Breathless. He said she made him breathless—
She digs her hands against his ribs and channels her strength there because she cannot believe that after all these months of light-hearted banter and cordial cooperation he’s decided to do this now. Just—why now? He can barely talk, no less hold a proper conversation; he’s an absolute disaster, the bloody madman, how dare he say something like that right now—
“If you got yourself injured just to make that joke,” she says, casting him a stern glance, “I am going to be very cross with you.”
He tries to laugh, but it sounds—wrong. Wheezy. “Didn’t,” he rasps. “Cross me heart.”
In the distance, Satya recognizes the familiar sounds of her teammates. The chatter in her visor’s commlink signals their approach. Relief nearly drowns her, a palpable riptide crashing down around her shoulders, but she keeps her hands flat and her focus sharp.
“Be silent,” she says, allowing herself a tired grin, “or you truly will be breathless.”
Junkrat grimaces under the pressure, but he still cracks a crooked smile.
Of all the things Satya could be doing after sucking him off and leaving him utterly spent against a wall down some secluded corridor, the last thing Jamison expects is for her to adjust his suit.
With a methodical grace, she straightens his trousers over his hips and zips them properly, making sure to smooth out the lingering wrinkles (and he cannot help himself; he squirms under her hands, half pleasure, half over-sensitive discomfort). To his continued nonplus, his mussed white dress shirt receives much of the same treatment: she fastens each dainty button one by one, her fingers as swift and precise as always, a fastidious trail up the front of his chest and to the top of his collar, taking pause only to tuck the disheveled ends into his waistband and to tighten his belt. The bright smudge of red lipstick on his jacket’s lapel is a lost cause (and a mistake; his fault, too eager), but that does not stop her from meticulously scrubbing at it with a handkerchief.
It is safe to say that Jamison has never had this happen to him before. Not just the blowjob against the wall in the middle of a very loud, very crowded celebration part—any part of this, really. Prior to Overwatch’s clandestine recall, he would have never been caught dead dressed this way, not if he valued his reputation, especially within Junkertown’s cutthroat walls. Not to mention that in the blur of his previous intimate encounters, no one had seemed particularly concerned about their state of dress post-sex, no less his. It just wasn’t something anyone thought about. Didn’t matter much when they were crawling off of him half-dazed, anyway.
This, though. Oh, this is—this is new.
Countenance perturbed, she frets over the rumples in his shirt, fingers ironing out as many imperfections as she can, putting him back together with the same prompt decorum with which she had taken him apart, and it feels as though his heart is squeezing itself through a vise. While he would much rather be rid of this bloody ridiculous outfit (and it is ridiculous, he thinks, at least in his humble opinion), the fact that she is tending to him with such courtesy and gentleness makes him all too willing to acquiesce to the rest of the night’s droll and stuffy activities just for the sheer chance that this might happen again.
That isn’t to say he expects yet another impromptu iteration of her down on her knees with her mouth around his cock and his hands in her hair, because he doesn’t. Can’t. Shouldn’t? Oh, if she were keen, though, that would be absolutely fucking fantastic and he would not object to it by any means, but—well, he doesn’t know if he has it in him to suffer quite so quietly.
Just… having her do this again would be nice. Fixing his shirt, adjusting his jacket, picking at the top button by his collar because it isn’t where it should be. Perhaps combing some of his unruly blond shocks back into their proper place or rubbing the pad of her thumb by his mouth with the excuse of you missed a cake crumb in a delicate whisper down by his sternum.
It’s a strange kind of tenderness, and he finds himself craving it already.
When Satya finally comes to the loosened wrap of his tie, he forces a swallow and meets her gaze. Her own appearance is almost perfect despite their previous activities—hair kempt, dress pristine, not a single detail out of place—the red of her lipstick in a faded smutch being the only telltale sign. He isn’t sure what he finds hotter: the fact that she still looks fucking ravishing, the fact that she’d swallowed him all in one go, or the fact that she is actively trying to hide the evidence.
He takes a long moment to mull it over as he watches her pluck a golden-colored tube from within the tiny purse slung across her hip, pop off its cap, and then apply a simple coat over her lips. It is slow, painstaking, accomplished with her usual carefulness, and if he is being truly honest, it looks almost—sensual? He never thought he’d say that about someone fixing themselves after something like this, but, well, there’s a first time for everything, right?
Oh, and that smirk. That smirk. That is on purpose. He’s sure of it.
Fuck him dead. He’ll definitely have to go with the last one. He does love a woman who can hide evidence.
Satya stashes the lipstick tube in her purse once more, a pleased curvature shaping her smile. On her tiptoes (because she is still not quite tall enough in her heels), she gives him a brief peck on the mouth before tugging on his lipstick-touched lapel—time to go, it says, we’re needed.
Jamison hasn’t the faintest idea why anyone would possibly need him at an event like this, but he isn’t going to make a fuss. If the sultry look she’d given him had been any indication, it is possible that whatever sort of thing had happened here might somehow happen again, and potentially outside the realm of suits and celebrations—oh, and what he wouldn’t give to have her splayed down upon her bed with his face buried between her thighs.
Sucking in a harsh breath, he swallows down a frustrated groan and tries his very best to focus.
If he does anything at all to jeopardize that chance, he just might flatten the place.
Thanks for the ask, anon, this was something i would like to talk about before so i am glad you did :)).
There are things that definitely should’ve changed/never happenned in Fruits Basket. Also there are things that could’ve been better and the things i personally would like to change so here we go.
I think we should’ve seen more insight of Tohru. After all, she is the main character. I wish she take the control of her own story and become the narative of it, instead of hearing everything from other characters. We also should explore the side of her that she saw dirty, that she would do anything to feel secure because i think showing characters capable of being dark makes them more real and human. It should’ve happenned with Tohru too. This side of her should’ve been more explored.
Tohru should’ve treated more realistic, not everyone realize her pain and kindness and they shouldnt keep narrate her as if she is angel, its unrealistic. Because not everyone can love everyone, no matter how good you act, most people wont realize it and its okay. So basically that ‘main character’ and ‘shoujo’ power shouldnt happen. She is just a normal girl and she should’ve been treated that way. Tohru’s unhealthy behaours such as toxic positivity and people pleasure should’ve been adressed and she should learn to deal with her feelings better. That she stop smilling always and let her feelings be free.
And i think her parallels with Akito should be one of the biggest focus in story than romance.
Before continue, i would like to erase or at least adress every toxic and exist ideas in story. Just imagine that they all gone. Its a story about invidual’s importance than sacrificing their happiness for everyone, that its both important. Just imagine that they all adressed one by one and characters find the right ways. Because being ‘good’ person doesnt make you less toxic or justifiable. Its about challenging yourself every day so characters also should face consequences of their actions, not just one character.
Tohru’s besties Hana and Uo are still protective of her cause she make them worry but they are not overprotective or at least, later they should realize that they made Tohru more fragile by constantly trying to protect her.
The rivalry between Kyo and Yuki was more dramatic and brutal than comedy relief. Because the tension between them would be more than just comedy and simple fight.
I think Momiji is really cute little boy (kinda reminds me of Misha from Vnc). Foolish traveler story doesnt exist, he just mentions that Tohru’s kindness is not her being stupid to others and he wants them to realize her because in this story, not everyone realize her. He relates Tohru about this cause others dont realize him either in a way.
He is very fond of her and projects her mother issues on her, thats why he feels jeolous of Kyo, he doesnt want to loose his mother figure. He never view her as romantic interest. + Momiji doesnt really change when he become teenager like that.
Kana didnt loose her mind cause of what Akito said because thats ridicilous. Who would care random teenager’s words and loose their minds? Some maids blame on Kana for it, all the pressure around Kana made her give up and lead her to blame herself. Which is the side of story not many zodiac members know about.
Akito didnt try to kill Rin twice, the reason is its simply unnecessary. One time was enough for the plot. And it didnt happen with pushing from the window. (and its also pointless to get Rin hurt pyshically so its unnecessary). When Akito learnt Rin was going out with Haru, she put her to cat house and cut her hair. She put her there as punishment, later she let her go by thinking she understood her lesson. Its obviously traumatized Rin. Later, we met Rin with short hair at the first time. Later in story, we find out why her hair become like that even though it was shown as long in Haru and other zodiac members’s memories.
Kyo rejects Kagura and talk about how much uncomfortable he felt around her, that he doesnt love her cause she never give him a break, that she doesnt respect him as person, calling her out for her abuse. + Arisa never beats Kyo but just tease him as joke.
Ritsu was shown with his boy clothes when he was introcuded. He was seen as shy boy and at the end of story, he was shown in girl clothes as growth cause thats what who he really wants to be, that its okay to be himself, that he can enjoy with what he likes.
Haru had a love triangle type of relationship betwen Yuki and Rin and it actually adressed, instead of treating it as joke.
Rin and Haru never slept but they just kissed each others when they started going out. And actually they were more than just lovers, they were besties who supported each others. Also Rin never saw her body as something she can offer to others.
Ayame had a thing for Hatori and he is just besties with Mine.
Not every zodiac members like each others and they dont do that banquet meeting anymore cause they dont need it, they are free. Story also should’ve adressed other character’s flaws too, not just certain ones. And it shouldnt been treated as comedy relief.
Rin also gets friends outside of Tohru at school and after Tohru and Kyo talk, Rin and Kagura understand each others more and gets closed, like sisters.
And when Haru learnt that what Akito did, thats when he got mad. Also other zodiac members learn it later and feeling bad for not realizing sooner. Not just them, it even make Tohru uncomfortable so her lack of empathy towards Akito increase too.
Kureno always saw Akito as cute younger sister or even like his own daughter so naturally, he never had romantic or sexual desire for her. He witnessed her suffering and he decided that he had to protect her, even it means ignoring other people’s suffering. Because to him, his younger sister’s happiness was more important than anything. He also felt responsible for her.
And Kureno and Uo didnt have some kind of love story. Arisa had one sided crush/interest cause he was looking like male version of Tohru but Kureno never see her that way. Tohru wanted to see him cause she thought he needed to be saved too. The reason why Kureno decided to talk with Tohru because he saw her positive effect on zodiac members and decide to talk about his and Akito’s side of story. At the end, Kureno had a last talk with Akito at hospital. They talked about their feelings and suffering. And Kureno decided to leave for a while. They both wished happiness for each others.
Shigure, just like Kureno never really had romantic or sexual feelings for Akito but he was obsessive with her. At first, it was shown as he was obsessed with Akito, this is why he got jeolous of his secretive relationship with Kureno. He didnt sleep with Ren but he helped her in some authority cases, this is why Akito told him to leave from here. Then Shigure to decide to use zodiacs for his goal and after some time pass in story, we learn that what he was truly obsessive about was the connection between god and zodiac members.
Because of his neglective family and his position as zodiac in Sohma Place made him search a reason to live. He thought that he could achieve it by being the ‘special one’ for god so he used everyone for the sake of it. He is still the same jerk. But at the end, after the curse, he felt empty. At the end, he realized that what truly gave meaning to his life was his connection with zodiac members, not the ‘bond’ but it was too late because he used them as tool and in the end, most of them left him too. After all, actions have consequences. He also gets punched.
Katsuya was a few years older than Kyoko, they were in same high school. Katsuya’s father realized that Kyoko needed help so he let her live in their house to become family which lead Katsuya and Kyoko’s falling in love with each others. Then years later, they get married and have Tohru.
Akito never really fall in love with anyone, she was just really confused with her relationship with parents, maids and zodiac. She was acting flirty unconciously cause of Ren. She unciously imitate her mother’s seductive behavours sometimes.
Hana never had any interest on Kyo’s father even as joke but she casually tease him about Tohru. But when she randomly saw Akito at school, she found her hot without knowing who she is.
Kyo never witness Kyoko’s death. We dont need two death story to make it tragic. Its also cliche. Kyo met with Kyoko when he ws young but he never saw her death. When he found out that Tohru was her daughter and she id dead, she felt regret without ever telling her to goodbye.
(Honestly, maybe it would’ve been better if Tohru didnt end up with Kyo, instead they are just very close friends/they just became like that in the end).
I also think there should be another character besides Tohru who can be actually parental figure for zodiac members. Tohru’s taking mother role at young age is unhealthy and it would be very limited so there should be one more character besides her to help them. Maybe Kazuma can be one or another person who can fulfill that role.
Rin should’ve meet with Akito after Akito’s change and Rin lash out and scream about her pain and how she will not forgive Akito. I think they both need this talking at least. Akito also cries too by hearing, it lead her to understand the suffering her actions caused to others. Akito’s crying made Rin surprised. She doesnt forgive her there but now, she understands her change and why others are open minded about Akito. And they both just leave.
Story was longer than it actually was. We saw about the Sohma place people more and Tohru met with them and it actualy broke her, even lead her to act angry sometimes. And actually seeing parents like that made her feel so sad and frustrated.
Also story focus on more actual villains of story, abusive parents and how much it hurts their children. This part of story should’ve been adressed more. And their children should realize this too, that they also dont have to forgive them and they can have life without them too.
We should get more side of Akito. Since she was a character who will eventualy get redemption and the real curse is not just zodiac’s, its also her side, it is important. We get backstory of how she was groomed since her young age, as the lead of that place, as god, as ‘special one’ and how maids take advantage of her. Even after her encounter with Tohru, we get see her struggling and suffering more. Story doesnt end there.
After reaching out to Akito, Tohru request Akito to end the curse and Akito says she doesnt know how. Eventually they all become free, when they let go including Akito herself. It happens later.
At the hospital scene, when Akito asks ‘Why they they help me? Why are they kind to me? Why are you kind to me?’ to Momiji and he answers with ‘Well, you needed help so….isnt it only natural?’ with a smile on his face.
We see how sohma people start blaming on Akito for not being ‘proper’ leader. Even Ren tried to kill her. Which eventually made zodiac members realized that curse wasnt just on them, it also hers too as ‘god’. Because of Ren attempting to kill Akito, they realize that Akito cant stay here cause she cant even protect herself cause of guilt. She stays in mental hospital, gets help and Tohru and Hanajima often visits her. Later, Akito having a normal life with her friends at outside.
Since Tohru meets with Akito a lot, Kyo and Akito see each others a lot, they even become actually friends. Sometimes Kyo tease her by calling her god and her change. It also kinda make Akito embrass about it and smile. After all, cat and god was supposed to be close but Akito and Kyo only become friends after they stopped being cat and god so it was funny too.
Tohru and we audience learn more about the old zodiacs and how much brutal it was even in past. Past gods were even more cruel since it was old times. Tohru doesnt just stay in house and coincidently meeting with zodiacs, she also takes action to look for them and learn more about the curse and of course, she is really curious of them too.
Everyone eventually get to learn actual curse of story.
And maybe this is just me but i would like this story to happenned in fantasy world, idk i think it would be more interesting. With a little more magic, more drama and action, it would be really amazing, i think.
Well, i could write more and more but you get the point. This is my version of it. Its a lot more fun. I imagine something like this, its a lot better, i think. There might be things i forgot to say but for now thats it.
Warning: Fluff, Pre-existing relationship, Spanking, Surprise element
Word Count: 1066
Summary: A private meeting turns into playful punishment.
From the moment that Victor had requested this private meeting with Emme, her mind had been gone over every possible scenario. Sure the Miracle Finder’s ratings still weren’t great, but she’d thought they were okay, definitely not so bad as to have LFG pull their funding. Her heartbeat was racing right along with her thoughts. She twisted her hands and chewed at her lower lip.
Mr. Mills quietly approached with a bottle of wine. “I’m told dinner will be out in a moment. Before I leave, may I pour you a glass?”
Emme turned toward the familiar voice. With a nod and a somewhat hesitant smile, she replied. “Yes, please.” Her eyes drifted towards the kitchen. “What sort of mood is he in?”
The older man chuckled softly like sheep’s wool. “He seems quite happy, I’d say. Happy enough to give me the rest of the night off.” As he spoke, he filled two goblets.
Could she have been wrong? She gave herself a mental shake. Mr. Mills never spoke ill of Victor, why had she imagined this time would be different? Emme thanked Mr. Mills before watching him close Souvenir and leave for the evening.
It’s just business. It’s not personal. The constant, silent mantra was repeated over and over again until Victor came through the kitchen entrance. Emme’s eyes widened. Victor and Emme had been an unofficial couple for some time and had spent countless hours in each other’s company before, but something about him standing there minus his jacket and tie sent a tingle straight through her. For a long minute, Emme forgot how to speak.
Victor cast his glance at Emme. His eyes sparkled but the rest of his face was a stoic mask of unreadability. Closing the distance between the kitchen and Emme, Victor set out dinner for them both on the table.
“Are you pulling our funding?” The words flew out before she really thought about it. Even if dinner looked five star quality, her nerves and anxiety had gotten the better of her.
“Eat and then we can talk.” Victor flashed Emme a smile and began to stab at a piece of stewed beef on his plate.
Each time Emme tried to broach the topic, Victor would shake his head and direct her attention back to their dinner. She picked at the asparagus spears and beef. For some reason, the woman who always had an appetite couldn’t seem to focus on the delicious meal before her.
The couple managed to get through the dinner with very few words exchanged. Victor gathered the used dishes on the tray. He balanced it on one hand while extending his other towards Emme. “We can discuss the reason for this meeting as you wash dishes.”
She took his hand and followed towards the kitchen. They had dined at Souvenir a dozen times and payment was usually something like washing dishes or if she was really lucky, helping plan the meal. A smile crossed her lips, masking the nervous tension she felt ticking away inside of her.
“I’ll wash, you rinse,” Victor said pointedly. When he chose to be, he could be gentle, but for the most part Victor was always business-like. He rolled up his sleeves and removed his watch.
Emme’s eyes widened in disbelief. Sure, at home Victor did his own dishes, but seeing him do that here, left Emme more confused and curious. “So, why did you ask for a private meeting?”
Victor handed her two slightly soapy but much cleaner forks. “I had something very important I needed to say and I don’t handle rejection well.” His voice, for but a fraction of a moment, seemed to waver. Confidence had slipped but then returned just as quick. “So, let me ease your fears, you’re not losing funding.”
A sigh escaped Emme’s light pink lips. “But if not the funding, then what could you ask that I might reject?” She dipped the utensils into the rinse water. She waited for an answer as two plates were handed over to her.
“It’s about our future. Something we’ve never really spoken about.” He handed her the empty goblet. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since you were injured and had to spend all that time in the hospital.”
“Oh,” she gasped. “That was what, a year ago? So, all this time you’ve been thinking about our future?” Only then did Emme notice that there was only one goblet. Two forks, two plates, one goblet. “Victor, where is the other goblet?”
Feigning ignorance to where the second goblet was, Victor shrugged. “Can you check the table?”
Emme turned around and proceeded to return to the dining room. As she got to the doorway, there it was, a half full goblet on the table. She walked over towards it, but as she got closer she could see something in the glass besides the wine.
“Je t’aime, Emme. Will you marry me?” Victor whispered into her ear.
Emme’s head turned, eyes wide and glossy as unshed tears threatened to fall. “This… Are you serious?” She wrapped her arms around Victor. “Yes, of course yes.”
Victor fished the ring from the white wine and slipped it onto Emme’s finger. “However, for doubting me and thinking I would be so cruel as to hurt your career, your company or your future, you’ll need a punishment.” Victor sat in the chair and tugged his newly engaged fiance over his lap.
She gasped as her belly laid over her lap, her delicate ass only barely covered by a thin pair of panties and a summer dress. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you, Victor,” her soft voice pleaded.
SMACK! SMACK! Victor’s hand moved through the air with precision landing perfectly on Emme’s cheeks. When the sound of her whimpering moans fell only slightly louder than her normal voice, he flipped the bottom of her skirt up and gently tugged her panties down her thighs. SMACK! SMACK! Two more swift swats rained down.
Moans erupted from her mouth as bare flesh met bare flesh. Goosebumps formed all over her body while sparks of pleasure pulsed through her body. Six more stinging blows landed between her ass and her upper thighs. Each making her a bit more excited; more ready for whatever future Victor and she would have together.
“Come on, I think we should take this to my place for the night.”
Btw, just answered a couple anonymous asks that sitting there for a couple months… Maybe. Anyway, can’t look at them from my phone rn for whatever reason. So I can’t see what We wrote. Don’t know who wrote them. Hopefully We didn’t offend anyone. Unless they were being rude of course. I don’t remember what We read either We took our ADHD meds this morning… Wtf brain?!
[[After some deliberation, I decided that this blog is its own Earth! This is so that I can more easily combine influences from both the movie and the comics, as well as pick and choose what events are canon. Thus, instead of Earth-65, this is now Earth-650! Welcome!!]]
So ya’ll requested Robots and Vex, yes more vex, vex tittes.
I’ve been kinda having a shit day but this is all I can draw out before my mood had warn off DX but here yah go guys, Vex porn but this time a Goblin! [and me in the corner]
Hopes this satisfy your needs <3
Art [c] SV
Please do not repost/edit/claim my art. Please do not remove caption as well.
⚜️ “I am power, absolute.” •• About Urizen’s motivations and intentions.
MESSAGE; hiya, i got a bunch of urizen questions id love to hear your opinion on, if you got the time/motivation to answer! […] thank you so much if you take the time to go through this!
Hello dearest anon, and thank you so much for your message! Your questions were very intriguing and a pleasure to think about and mull over, and I apologize in advance for the avalanche of text that is about to hit you - brevity is not my strength.
Q1: if he won against dante, what would have been his plan after the fruit?
Truth be told, dear anon, I don’t think there ever was a plan beyond eating the fruit. It is a disappointing answer, I know, but the way I understand Urizen he was absolutely truthful when he told Dante that “[the Qliphoth fruit’s] power, you see, was all [he] ever wanted.”
I have talked about it at various points on this blog before, but I am convinced that Urizen was not primarily motivated by some nefarious urge to rule and torture and be praised as King of the Realms - in fact, I don’t think he could have cared less about anyone else but him. What motivated Urizen and fuelled his actions was ultimately fear; fear of being weak, fear of defeat, fear of being at another’s mercy once again. The citizens of Red Grave were as much a casualty to him as the countless demons that died in his name; he cared as little about Malphas and Cerberus as he cared about the Empusas eagerly harvesting human blood to grow his demonic tree.
He did not even care about Dante and their rivalry anymore by the time his brother came to confront him. As V said, Urizen had discarded everything that ever mattered to Vergil. The only part of Vergil left inside of Urizen was the scared and wounded child, helplessly lashing out at anyone and everyone and afraid of being consumed by fear and nightmares.
Once again, as V has put it, all his life Vergil was desperate to hide his imperfections and weaknesses beneath layer upon layer of power. He hid his most vulnerable core inside a massive armour, but once that armour fell apart, what was left of Urizen was nothing but pain, self-loathing, grief and fear.
He only cared about the fruit. Urizen thought that by consuming the fruit, he would finally feel safe and whole again; a way he hadn’t felt like since the day that Eva was killed and he was left traumatized and helpless.
I think that Urizen was convinced the fruit would give him a level of power that was unrivaled in the underworld - he wanted to become the strongest being in existence and surpass any demon before or after him.
Q2: [would he want to] rule the human world?
That is an excellent question! I have discussed a very similar question on this blog before: did Vergil ever want world domination? While this post focuses on Vergil’s perspective, I briefly touch upon Urizen as part of Vergil as well. The TLDR is roughly summarized in my answer to your first question: at the end of the day, I don’t think that Urizen truly ever cared about being a political leader for either of the realms - but it would be a lie to say that he would have never entertained the thought of ruling over both realms the way Mundus always wanted to but never actually succeeded.
In a fantastic addition to one of my recent posts it was pointed out that Urizen’s appearance and behaviour is possibly an expression of Vergil’s desire to surpass Sparda - I’d argue that it might also be an expression of his desire to surpass Mundus, his abuser. Mundus is, as far as we know, the most powerful being that has ever defeated Vergil, so it would be logical, I think, to assume that in order to rid himself of his trauma and fear of Mundus, Vergil would want to surpass Mundus. Because if he is better than Mundus, then he would no longer have to fear him. (He expresses something similar towards Dante during their first encounter: that Urizen now realizes he no longer has reason to fear Dante because he has grown far more powerful than his younger brother.)
One could argue that since Mundus always wanted to rule over the human world but never actually succeeded, one way of surpassing Mundus might be accomplishing what he never could and rule over the human world, yes.
With Dante gone and Urizen becoming the most powerful being in existence, I think it is possible that he would have eventually grown bored enough to act like a king and rule over the human world. But I don’t think it was his primary motivation. His primary motivation was likely to surpass Mundus and Sparda and every being in existence in das strength and power.
Q3: [would he] go to hell to start shit with whoever the biggest baddest strongest is in there to prove himself more powerful?
Similar to the previous question, I think that he may have eventually done this if he had defeated Dante, yes - but it was not a primary motivation for his actions in DMC5. DMC5 is Vergil’s very unhealthy way of dealing with and trying to overcome his trauma and his end goal was always to rid himself of his insecurities and perceived inferiority.
And though Urizen pretty much ignored Dante for a whole month during DMC5, indicating that his interest in proving his superiority over another is significantly smaller than his desire to grow even more powerful (he remained seated in his throne and was fed human blood by the Qliphoth for the whole month, iirc), I think that a victorious Urizen who has consumed the fruit to reach “completion” would eventually grow restless. As I have expressed in another post, I think that Urizen’s desire for power has become bottomless and eating the Qliphoth fruit may have given him a feeling of security initially, but it would just be another “layer of paint”, his underlying issues would still not have been resolved and he would probably still feel threatened and restless at the slightest provocation.
So yes, eventually he would likely get involved in conflicts with other powerful demons, although not just for the sake of smacking them around but especially because he’d want to eliminate any possible threats.
Q3 (contd.): hes already the demon king (although im not sure what exactly means with all the different regions(?) of hell like the fire hell mentioned by berial).
The way I understand demon world politics, I think it is safe to assume that Urizen is not the demon king, but a demon king; the usurper, to be more specific. The existence of potential rivals such as Goliath suggests that following Mundus’ and Argosax’ defeats at the hands of Dante, the Underworld is not yet united under a single ruler, but that there are various leaders of groups/clans/tribes that call themselves king of a specific territory. The fact that Urizen is also called “the usurper” suggests that he has challenged or been challenged by at least one such king and defeated him in battle, but it is just as well possible that multiple clan leaders have sworn fealty to Urizen upon witnessing his strength or something similar (and maybe that is how and why King Cerberus ended up guarding certain areas of the Qliphoth).
Personally, I still think that Urizen was not too invested in politics, but that he used it as a tool to reach his end goal of consuming the Qliphoth fruit: he needed foot soldiers to do the tedious work of collecting human blood and victims to turn into Angelos, so that he could sit on his throne and feed on blood for however long it took until the fruit was ready to be consumed. He wanted to maximize the amount of power gained by growing the Qliphoth and therefore he needed followers. But as I said previously, I don’t think he was attached to his followers and I don’t think he really cared about actually being a king - Malphas seemed much more invested in his political career, likely for her personal gain. I think that she saw him as Mundus 2.0 and thought that if she was in his favour and demonstrated her devotion to him and his power, then she would in turn have a high position in his court and therefore hold a lot of power.
Malphas is very uncomfortable with the thought that Sparda’s sword is still somewhere in Red Grave, so much so that she orders Trish to find and retrieve it, while Urizen is just like… nah, I’ll sit on this throne and eat blood, I’m good. He really doesn’t care about being challenged. All he cares about is power, actual power, not political power.
Q4: [would he want to] find mundus to kick his ass?
This is a very good question! In the event that Mundus is still alive and not dead (I wish Capcom could properly make up their mind about this…), then I could see two possible scenarios: yes, if he felt strong and safe enough, I think that Urizen would definitely want to strike while Mundus was still recovering from his defeat! But also no, it is just as possible that Urizen would have been too scared to lose against Mundus, subconsciously, to seek him out and challenge him. Vergil has been made to feel inferior and insignificant at the hands of Mundus multiple times during his childhood and has been forced to obey him for about a decade. And Urizen is ultimately all bark, no bite when we strip away his armour. As is shown in VoV, Urizen is still deeply traumatized and deathly afraid of his own weakness, still haunted by his nightmares and fears. It is probably simultaneously his ultimate power fantasy to switch roles and have Mundus reduced to a pitiful heap of misery and regret, begging for mercy at Urizen’s feet, but it is also his greatest nightmare to fight Mundus again and lose and relive the torture he had to go through when he was younger.
I can really see it go both ways, it probably depends on how secure Urizen feels and how weakened Mundus is, if he is still alive somewhere.
Q5: what would he even do if he managed to succeed and actually become the most powerful being?
Again, this depends: acquiring power is not a healthy way to deal with trauma and it does exactly nothing to help Urizen address his underlying fears and issues. There is a huge difference between knowing something and understanding something when dealing with trauma. I think that even if Urizen knew that he was the most powerful being in existence, he might never truly feel like that fact was true, there would always be a tiny voice of doubt in his mind that maybe there was still someone somewhere who was stronger than him and therefore he must gain more and more power. Urizen’s desire for power is not based on a factual lack of strength, but on emotion. He feels weak, he feels inferior, it is his core belief that only power can make him whole and safe again and until this issue is not properly addressed, he will always feel like he is lacking.
So, even if Urizen became the most powerful being in existence, it would still not be enough. He would still be obsessed with growing stronger. He does not act based on facts, facts mean nothing to him. He has to feel strong and invincible and safe, but it is a feeling he will forever chase and never experience as long as he runs from his fears and trauma instead of working through them.
Q6: and also, now that urizen doesnt exist separately, is vergil technically the demon king? vov even mentions the fruit giving rise to mundus as the demon emperor, which doesnt exactly equate eating the fruit to being the boss in hell, but…
Technically, I think you could call Vergil a former demon king. What is a king without his followers? A king’s political power is reliant on how many followers he has - and I’d guess that Vergil has none; Sons of Sparda are probably not exactly welcome, let alone respected among Hell’s residents. Never mind that Urizen was, in fact, a shitty king who did absolutely nothing for his followers but use them as cannon fodder. I never once saw him raise even a single finger or tentacle to protect his subjects. Urizen was only ever interested in his own gain and well-being.
In Hell, Dante and Vergil fight against the exact same demons that had previously supported Urizen & I think that if they still recognized Vergil as their king, then they would not try to harm him. Therefore it is fair to assume that those once loyal to Urizen do not see Vergil as their king, and therefore he is at best a king without any real political power.
Urizen was a king. Vergil is a kill-on-sight target.
The Qliphoth giving rise to Mundus is probably meant in the sense that it granted Mundus the power necessary to attack other regions of Hell and unite various parts of Hell under his rule. The power he gained by consuming the fruit was enough to put him on equal standing with Argosax, who would have otherwise likely been stronger than Mundus (or at least it has never been mentioned anywhere that Argosax had to consume a Qliphoth fruit to match Mundus’ strength).
Argosax was the second emperor of Hell. Mundus ruled over one half, Argosax ruled over the other. I don’t think eating the fruit is a prerequisite for becoming king, but the power gained by eating the fruit is very helpful when you need to rid yourself of any opposition.
It was quite hard to see as the background is transparent, so I changed it to pink. Hope it helps see the colours better. I used the three lightest shades of white/grey.
I hope this was the colour ya was thinking of, if not let me know!
Thank you!! The first eyebrow shape is the one I normally use. When I’m doing eyebrows I like to make a gradient, going from the darkest colour then blend to whatever hair colour I’m using. If using a skin tone that ya would like to fade into the brows, the first shade I use would be slightly lighter then the skin tone.
Sorry for my answer to the anon but I’m just angry at people like that and kinda sad for them too?? Anon if you are reading this, stop sending ask like that. If you don’t like my art pass your way, if you don’t like kiribaku go away, but if you like my art style and not the ship just ask a nice request ? Maybe I would have said yes whatever the ship is (except teacher/student). Honestly, people need to be nice with each other, life is already difficult for some of us.
I’m not sure if you have done him before because I haven’t seen it. But if you haven’t, could you please do Chongyun pre-relationship Hc’s? If you have already done this then please ignore this. Thank you!
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Hi anon! Everything I’ve written is in my masterlist so if you don’t see what you’re looking for, I probably haven’t written it. Unfortunately, my request box is closed at the moment (I can barely get my ask’s/replies done cause wow, who the fuck let me do coding for a living???). But once my requests are open, please feel free to send this again!
- i really like your blog! - you’re really cute! ✨ - i love seeing you on my dash! ☄️ - we don’t talk, but i wish we did! ❄️ - you’re my best friend! - you’re really sweet! - you’re super talented! ⭐️ - you have a nice aesthetic! - i have a crush on you! - i wish i could take care of you when you’re sad! - you seem a little bit intimidating! - you need to stop being so hard on yourself! - i don’t like you very much! - i think i really like you…
Exams are going on and I’m preparing for the Flubruary event, sorry for not being quite active lately. But this is a fun game to put out for y'all! I don’t think I will see many ⭐given my plain aesthetics. Send me your thoughts!
Microphone Blaring from somewhere unknown: Welcome….. To the Land of @7soulstars Incorrect Universe. Well you see…. The people of our Universe were feeling a bit bored and out of that boredom was born our hotline where we send your asks to our people and we send their beloved replies back to you…..
Here’s a list of those you can talk to together or alone:
Thranduil
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Gandalf
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Tonight I am loose, vulnerable and slutty so fell free to send asks and other things that might make me act in degrading and horny ways all for your pleasure
I have several requests to draw something through anon asks.
I can say “I’m working on it” but I have a habit of producing a lot of unfinished paintings and I never finish them. Besides, my hand is really slow.And most importantly, I draw when I want to and what I want to draw first.hehe
“Keeping quiet behind a log during a bonfire (like how newt and Thomas sit together in the first movie) while gally fingers you and teases you for how loud ur being ”
This ones a little shorter. I think that’s because there’s pretty much no plot just some nice smutty fingering. Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it!
It had been a very long day and I had spent as much time as I cared to at the bonfire. The boys were having the time of their lives shouting and laughing. I hid behind some logs trying to have a few peaceful moments. I breathed deeply as I slumped against the wood. I had a few seconds of peace before a body fell next to me scaring the shit out of me.
Gally laughed making me slap his chest. He moved to sit just like me so we were both hidden from the others that were still partying a few feet behind us.
“What are you doing back here baby?” He asked softly.
I sighed leaning my head on his shoulder.
“Just tired it’s been a long day,” I told him.
I felt his fingers gently grab my chin then he tipped my head back so I was looking up at him. He licked his lips as he eyed mine. I saw the mischievous look in his eyes which made butterflies erupt in my stomach. It was absolutely ridiculous what this guy could make me feel from the smallest thing like a look. My breathing caught in my chest as his hand lightly trailed down my neck then my chest, all the way down to the hem of my shirt. I gasped softly when I felt his large calloused hands slip under my shirt to softly caress my skin.
“Gally,” I said softly.
“Let me help you relax beautiful.” He whispered.
I wasn’t sure what he meant at first. He kissed me softly as his hand went lower. As soon as he started undoing the button on my shorts I grabbed his wrist.
“What are you doing? Someone will see us.” I hissed quietly.
He grinned mischievously at me. He peeked over the logs to the group of boys behind us.
“I think we’re hidden good enough. You’ll just have to be quiet. Think you can do that baby?” He said quietly then licked his lips.
I nodded then let go of his wrist. Excitement pulsed through me suddenly at the thought of what he was going to do. I bit my lip as he unbuttoned my shorts. He teased the hem of my panties as he leaned closer placing soft kisses on my neck. My head instantly moved to the side allowing him more access as his hand disappeared into my shorts. I gasped at the first swipe of his finger. Gally hummed against my neck as he slowly teased me.
“So wet already baby.” He whispered.
He slowly made circles over my clit making me gasp and buck my hips into his hand. He chuckled softly into my neck. As he pressed one finger into me I groaned a little too loudly. I felt him grin before he continued kissing at my neck. At first, his pace was slow making me more frustrated than I already was.
“Gally please,” I whined.
He chuckled again then quickly added a second finger. I moaned loudly forgetting where we were as his fingers picked up the pace.
“I told you you had to be quiet baby.” He whispered then nipped at my ear.
I bit my lip trying to keep my noises at bay but as soon as Gally noticed what I was doing he curled his fingers moving them even faster.
“Oh god Gally” I groaned as I panted.
“You just can’t keep quiet can you?” He asked as he leaned back to look at me.
I tried to speak but only a much too loud moan came out. Gally chuckled as he watched me. The sounds coming out loud enough for anyone to hear if they were paying attention. I could hold them back or stop them. My mind was fogging only able to focus on the pleasure Gally was causing.
“What? You can’t bite it back?” He asked with an amused grin.
I reached up grabbing the collar of his shirt. I wrapped my hand around the fabric pulling his face closer.
“It sounds to me like you really enjoy this. Are you baby? Do you like me fingering right here where anyone could easily catch us?” He asked as he pressed his forehead against mine.
“Yes,” I panted.
I bit my lip muffling the loud cry that almost escaped.
“God, I don’t think I want you to be quiet baby. I want them to know what I do to you. How I make you feel.” He said breathlessly as his lips barely brushed against mine.
I tightened my hand in his shirt as I felt my walls clenching around his fingers. My head fell back against the logs. Gally was watching my face intently as he kept his fingers curled hitting that spot that was about to send me over the edge.
“That’s it baby, cum for me.” He said smiling proudly.
“Fuck” I groaned loudly as I did exactly what he said.
He chuckled as his fingers continued to fuck me through the orgasm. When he pulled them out I watched as he brought them to his mouth then cleaned them off himself. I heard my own whimper at the sight of him.
“God, you taste so good beautiful. Next time I think I’m gonna make you cum on my tongue.” He said breathlessly.
I panted as I fixed my shorts.
“You are the devil.” I teased with a smile.
He leaned forward capturing my lips with his. I couldn’t help moan into his mouth. He chuckled pulling back then tracing my bottom lip with his thumb.
“I love that I can pull those sounds out of you.” He grinned with a shrug.
“I’m gonna get you back,” I told him sternly.
“Oh, I’m counting on it gorgeous.” He winked at me.
Prompt: #12 - “I’m just gonna sit here and probably cry.”
“Love your blog! can you pleasee do prompt number 12 with gally where it’s at the part where everyone’s deciding to leave the glade or stay and you and gally stay, but you get sad because all your best friends like newt and thomas left and you cried the whole time as they were leaving. it’s difficult for you to process and gally your bf makes you realise he was worth staying for, and you both really love the glade because it feels like home. thank you kindly “
This was the worst moment of my life. Standing there next to Gally watching my friends, my best friends, turn their backs and walk away from us. The tears were streaming down my face staining my cheeks as I watched the scene unfold. I made my choice. I chose to stay with Gally but now that I’m watching everyone I care about walk away from me my was shattering.
“Good riddance” Gally huffed waiving a dismissive hand towards the maze.
He turned to me seeing my tear stained face then pulled me against his chest.
“It’s okay (Y/N). They chose to leave. Everything’s going to be fine.” He said softly.
I nodded trying to reassure him and myself but the pain in my chest said I might have made a mistake. Did I? Choosing my boyfriend over my friends? Choosing a life I thought would be safe? We’re those the wrong things to choose?
As the days passed I found quiet moments to cry and think over everything that had happened. I didn’t want Gally to see me cry anymore. I know he hated seeing it especially when there was nothing he could do to fix why I was crying. It just broke my heart knowing I’d never see or talk to Thomas or Newt again. I’d never eat anymore of Fry’s delicious food. I wouldn’t hear anymore of Minho’s stupid jokes. I missed them. I missed all of them. I missed the Glade being full of all our friends and family. Now it looked like a ghost town with the handful of us that are left.
I chose a tree behind what was left of the homestead today. Gally and the others were busy trying to fix and rebuild what was still standing. I leaned back against the tree trying to keep my breathing even as I felt the sadness wash over me again. I let the tears fall knowing it would be worse if I held them back.
“(Y/N)?” Gally voice made me jump.
I wiped furiously at my eyes as I heard him walk closer. He dropped something to the ground then he was kneeling in front of me. His large hands grabbed each side of my face pulling it up to look at him.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked softly.
“Nothing” I sniffled and shook my head.
He gave me a flat look making me chuckle softly.
“I just can’t wrap my mind around everything. I’m terrified I made the wrong choice. I miss my friends.” She said as fresh tears fell down her cheeks.
Gally sighed as he fully sat down on the grass in front of her.
“(Y/N), I know it’s hard. Literally everything changed. I know you cared about them a lot but, hey, you still got me. The Glade is our home. It may not feel like it now but it will soon I promise. We can have everything here. We’ll be safe. We can have a future. Like a proper future. Me and you till the day we die. A family.” Gally explained softly.
I was taken back. A family? Is that what he really wanted? He leaned forward kissing me softly. When he pulled away he stood up then tried to help me to my feet but I pulled away from him. I just wasn’t in the mood.
“No Gally, I’m just gonna sit here and probably cry.” I mumbled.
“No you’re not (Y/N). I can’t just let you sit there and cry. Not on my watch baby.” He said as he reached for her again.
I huffed but let him help me to my feet. He silently pulled me behind him until we reached the middle of the Glade. He turned me around to face the broken buildings. He stood behind me with his hands resting on my upper arms. He leaned closer so he could speak quietly only to me.
“I know it doesn’t look like much right now but when we’re done it’s gonna look better than new. We’ll have a new homestead where we’ll put a meeting room and a place for new med jacks. Each of us will have our own little house to call home instead of the hammocks. They’ll be a little dining hall for us to eat in. When we are finished this place will truly be home.” Gally explained.
I turned around to face him. His hands moved to wrap around my waist pulling me closer to him.
“Me and you (Y/N). You still want that right?” He asked softly.
I couldn’t help but smile at him.
“Yes, Gally. I love you and that will never change. I just didn’t know how I was suppose to deal with loosing everyone.” I shrugged.
I turned back around leaning my back against his chest. His arms stayed wrapped around me as he rested his chin on top my head.
“But I can see it now. You’re right. It’ll take time but the Glade is our home. I’d rather be here where it’s safe with you then out there where we know absolutely nothing.” I told him softly.
“You sure?” He asked quietly.
“Yes” I chuckled softly.
“I may still have moments where I miss everyone but I’ll be okay. I know I made the right choice to stay with you Gally. There’s no place I’d rather be.” I told him.
He bent down slightly to place a gentle kiss to my cheek.
“I love you (Y/N).” He said as he leaned his forehead against my temple.
“I love you Gally.” I told him.
He really was right. The more we got done the more the Glade looked and felt like home. The more we got done the more I knew my decision was the right one. The sight of cleaning the place up reminded me of how much I always loved it here. It was always so beautiful and calming here. That’s what home should be right? A place to feel safe and at ease with the ones you love. That is here. That’s the Glade.
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