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[Ask RPedia] Sadistic Character Tips?

Anonymous asked: any tips on rping “sadistic” characters?

Oooh, well, I mean why would you ever ask me– Imagine I just flipped a chair around, sat on it loudly, and leaned in with an evil grin like you were going to get an earful. You came to the right person. I play as and with sadists all the time, and I’m gonna give you an idea of what works best for me, and therefore probably gives you a good starting point. Warning, violence, horrible humans, and other terrible things to follow. Don’t traumatize yourself.

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anonymous asked:

You forgot to mention Rey's strongest emotion towards Kylo: TERROR. Which seems to get mistaken for ~sexual tension~. I don't think he was pulling punches as much as you suggest. As you said he likes to toy w/ his prey, & he DEFINITELY does that to Rey in every one of their encounters. Stalking after her in the woods, taking his mask off in the interrogation. He DOES try to hurt her. Agony when he enters her mind, slamming her against a tree, & his lightsaber strikes are INCREDIBLY aggressive.

Yo dude. I know you (and a certain swath of Tumblr) is really not gonna like this, but as someone who’s (extensively) familiar with Star Wars and has been on the receiving end of violence before, I’m telling you he literally is (pulling his punches). You have to look at his actions in context, not as individual elements of a whole. You can’t ignore the whole because you find it ideologically satisfying to fit those individual elements into your personal narrative. I’ve mentioned this before, and tbh this sort of selective blindness and cherry-picking of the facts is something I have very little patience for. So I don’t know if you intended to come off that way, but like, fair warning. Ya dig?

Kylo is a Sith/Sith Apprentice. Sith are insanely aggressive, ideologically and canonically, and this has very little to do with actual abuse and everything to do with the balance of power. Sith like being dominant, outside of the individualized abuse you’re inferring to, and this is their political mindset: rule the world around you through a rigid hierarchy, because people are more effective when they’re divided into eusocial compartments. This is how the Sith end up taking over the galaxy, time and time again: through this ruthless sort of efficiency. The Jedi have a very “live-and-let-live” sort of mindset, and are on the opposite end of the spectrum. The two groups are diametrically opposed warrior guilds, and have been at each others throats for literally thousands and thousands of years. Both of them get real violent with their laser swords. Rey is a stand-in for the Jedi, so she and Kylo are going to come to blows, outside the context of their personal relationship with one another. But even if you took away the greater context of Star Wars, and just looked at the dynamic, between them, Kylo still pulls his punches. Repeatedly.

So I’ve watched TFA multiple times now, and while I don’t think Rey feels sexually attracted towards Kylo, this fact – that Kylo pulls his punches with Rey and actually doesn’t go out of his way to hurt her – is very much A Thing. This assertion has survived repeated viewings. Kylo’s vicious. Honestly, his is. He drags out his fights, and he’s got an insane amount of Force power, and he’s practically seething with rage and frustration. He can barely keep it contained, and half the time he doesn’t. He flips out. Kylo goes out of his way to hurt others, but he never, ever does this with Rey – he basically treats her like glass in comparison to how he treats others – and we have visual evidence for this, in the film itself. When Kylo enters the minds of others in the film – and he does this, several times – he basically rips up their psyches, and he just rifles through their brains with absolutely no regard for how much pain he’s causing them. Sometimes he Force Chokes them as well. When Kylo enters Rey’s mind, he’s actually really cautious about it (and by that, I mean by the amount of damage he inflicts in the process). Although he’s still being a creep and he’s still being aggressive (because Kylo is kind of a mad dog, set loose for war), he goes out of his way to assure her off his intentions (i.e. just tell me, verbally, and I won’t even try it). He doesn’t Force Choke her either, or immediately pillage her mind. He actually goes into the mind-reading really slowly.

When Kylo slams Rey against the tree, he’s incapacitating her; he’s taking her out first because Rey is Force Sensitive and a stand-in for the Jedi. She’s stronger than Finn. This is a tactical decision, not an abusive one, and it makes a lot of sense. If you’re injured (which he is), and you have a limited amount of time to fight (which they did, see: Starkiller exploding), and you are outnumbered (which he was), it is a good idea to take out the heavy players on the board so you can pick off the weak, instead of taking everyone on at once. Think of it like moving into a combat zone, and picking off the AA guns/snipers/whatever you’re dealing with in that particular moment because they’re the strongest pieces there. If you don’t pick them off, if you let them linger, they can and will fuck the rest of your guys up. I don’t know how much clearer I can make this.

Lastly: when Kylo uses his lightsaber, he uses it with an insane amount of aggression, and this is true. This has become clearer and clearer with repeated viewings. Throughout TFA, you see visual examples of this, again and again. The best example of this (by far) is with Finn. So Finn is a low-ranked (ex) Storm Trooper, and Kylo’s a Sith. Kylo could have finished him off immediately (even though he was injured), but instead he drew things out: he literally cuts at Finn, like he’s filleting a fish, and he burns him, slowly. With Rey – unlike everyone else – Kylo never, ever does this. Not once. Rey is carrying a lightsaber too, so he has to strike back, because if he doesn’t he’s gonna get killed and Rey is definitely aiming to kill him. But all of Kylo’s hits go against her lightsaber itself, and they’re heavy hits, designed to throw her off balance. This is important, because it means he’s trying to knock the lightsaber out of her hands: he’s trying to disarm her without hurting her.

When Rey picks up the lightsaber (after Finn’s been injured), she’s losing badly. Her flank is wide open, and if Kylo were treating her like everyone else, he’d go for this wide-open flank in a heartbeat. He’d cut at her. He’s make her bleed, like he did with Finn. Like he did with all the others, but he doesn’t. Instead, he follows behind her at what is almost a shockingly slow pace, and he only strikes at her lightsaber. He’s trying to disarm her, not hurt her, and this becomes clear when Rey’s backed up against the ledge and still doesn’t give in. That’s when he starts trying to coax her down with the teacher comments, because she’s still waving a fire-stick in his face and if she doesn’t stop one or both of them is going to get hurt.

So there you go. A really, really brief breakdown on why this sort of selective cherry-picking of Star Wars context needs to stop. Now I’m gonna go get breakfast.

wickedfairytalewriter  asked:

For the prompt thing anything bawson fluff pls? Them sneaking around or maybe when they decide to go public? Love ur soul mate au

a/n: written in the form of four mini drabbles.

one.

“We’ve gotta stop… this,” Ginny wheezes, falling back onto her bed with a flop.

Mike simply snorts and shoots a look over to Ginny before (with some great effort she proudly notes) pulling himself off the side of the bed and walking to the bathroom. Ginny unashamedly admires his naked form before sighing and turning her gaze back up to the ceiling of his apartment.

“I’m serious, we gotta stop,”

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Strange You Never Knew - Chapter 1

My note: Hey guys! This is just me telling you how this story began. Jamie ( tinychemicals / girlsofargone ) allows me the gift of reading her fics before she posts. You have no idea how much this means to me, because she’s a fucking rock star, and the way she writes just…shivers. She has this way of making things seem so simple, but then she tricks you into falling for the storyline, and your emotions get in the way and then I’m texting her madness. This time, Jamie’s voice hit something in my core. Her story depicts Finn’s POV, but she was able to inspire me to write in Rae’s POV from that story. If she didn’t write the excellent “Why you wanna give me a-run-around” this would have never come to be.

You should really read her fics before mine, because there is a lot of crossover material I use. It’s perfection.

“Why you wanna give me a-run-around” by girlsofargone Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 

Another note: One of my favorite bloggers put up a post about sad songs, which included Mazzy Star - “Fade Into You” MIC DROP. RECORD SKIP. HOLY SHIT. KISMET.

Part of the lyrics hit me, so now it’s the title of this story: “Strange You Never Knew”

Last but not least, this is my first attempt at a multi-chapter fic. I would really appreciate any feedback that can help me learn. Constructive, of course! (I also suck with the British euphemisms, please forgive me.)

Chapter 1

I had begun to start clearing out the closet, the nervous energy swirling inside of me until I decided it was better to get up and do something productive. If not, I would drink oceans worth of tea.

It was a while since I looked in here, because this was mostly Eric’s favorite space. Anything that I can do to avoid that shit-storm that only I could cause, I will do so; and well, let’s say I’m just a bit sympathetic to the jerk who pushed me towards this direction. But what can I say, mistakes were made. Many. Looking down at my stomach, it’s a miracle I didn’t decide to say ‘Goodbye world!”, after the one mistake I truly wanted to have, couldn’t be.

After that dreadful thought, I focused my attention back to the closet and scrunched up my face in disgust. Seriously, these towels were made to ruin all the sanity I had left, which was not much of course. The canary or mustard or for fuck’s sake, SAFFRON-colored cloths were all there, reminding me of the hellion that my former mother-in-law was.

Not only that, it was folded in such a way – looking more like square tiles than a towel, it was all I can do to prevent this headache, trying to forget the pain I had inflicted on Eric as he tried to help with the household chores. The poor lad. I sighed heavily as I threw the offending pieces of cloth on the floor. We are friends now, but we can remove those reminders for once and for all. Also, they’re fucking yellow.

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The closet was finished for a while, but my head was stuck in Rae’s Fantasy Land. I sipped on tea and listened to some of the records we listened to together, wondering what it was about us that made him move, so far away. I knew I was a broken girl, but I didn’t think he would get so sick and tired of the bullshit to never come back. Archer said he didn’t think it had to do with bad things, but you couldn’t really wash the thought out from me. Not yet.

I made sure to check on his father on more than a few occasions. The old man missed his son something raw, and if I was able to do anything to comfort him, I had to do it. But I made him promise not to ever mention it. I didn’t want the fool to believe he owed me, because that would hurt worse than all the years he wasn’t around. I am stronger and don’t care for pity.

How much did he love New York City? Was the scene much better over there than it was here? How many of our Gods did he get to see live or work for, because as much as I knew he worked in a radio station. That’s all I cared to know, really. I’m pretty sure there was an abundance of women who saw the welcome mat of his door and were privy to his bathroom, the type of toothpaste he used – I didn’t dare think of his bedroom. That would take me so far down the rabbit hole, and I think I was content in counting the blondes and bombshell brunettes who he smiled for from a distance, thank you very much.

Before I can count too high, the phone began to rang, shrilling so loud that I almost toppled my tea off the chair. What the fuc– it was 1 AM.

My first thought went to Izzy – the baby could be coming sooner than we expected, and because of my complications with my first pregnancy, and her and Chop still not fully sorted after their trail separation, I grabbed the phone so fast, shaking and screaming -

“IZZY?! Are you ok? Do you think it’s time? Should I - “

“This is a reverse charge call from New York City. If you wish to accept - “

Wide eyes bursting out of my skull, I pressed the number on the phone, not believing a single moment of this. I only let my breathe out when I heard it was Archie, sounding nasally and whiney, the fucker.

“Well Ms. Earl, I didn’t think you would accept this call so fast. You didn’t even let me say my name on the message! But owwwww, the room is spinning a bit too fast…”

“You twat! Do YOU realize you shaved a few years off my life, making me think this was Iz? You know this is going to cost me an arm and a leg. I would think you would have the nerve to place this on your hotel room bill so lover-boy could take care of this.”

Archie let out a small laugh, yet proceeded to groan. I couldn’t fight my upper lip curling in pleasure. He must have had a bit of a drinking binge and was feeling the after effects. GOOD.

“Well Rae, that’s a bit hard to do since I’m not in my hotel. Also, don’t think for a second I didn’t realize you accepted so fast was due to believing this was someone else. Apparently, our favorite broodster doesn’t believe in long-distance calling.”

“Wait, what do you mean? You found him?”

Archie snorted and I imagined him rolling his eyes. I hoped something could smack him in the face for being the little shit that he is. In fact, I hope when he has to wee, he trips over his shoe and falls and hits his head on the floor so hard, we won’t be able to cover up his black eye on his special day. I can go dark for all the right reasons, too.

“Of course I found him. We always knew his address, but we didn’t have the funds to kick his arse back to us. I always wondered why he couldn’t call. No wonder his emails were five pages too long.”

I had to bite my lower lip. While excited that Arch was truly there and had something of him, I couldn’t help but let the anxiety rise. I was wondering how to play this cool, to make it seem like I wasn’t in a rush to find out if he had truly moved on when -

“Rae, there’s no one else here. Just one toothbrush, his only, not a brush filled with hair strands that looks like a disgusting fur ball gone wrong, no fancy women products or tampons or shit, not even a selection of toys that I could have sworn would be his type. All I see is a bunch of horrid porn and plenty of lube that - “

“How in the world did you get to search his place already, only been gone a day? I am in shock, Archie! You KNOW that’s wrong!”

“Oh please, I was just checking to see if there was competition we had to get rid of for you.”

Now I pressed the bridge of my nose to relieve the tension. “For God’s sake, you know that this wasn’t necessary…”

“He still likes that same sugar crap he used to eat back home. There is no one here period.”

I had to give up pretending. “Yeah?”

“Yes, daft girl. You know this is the right time.”

I looked towards my suitcases that were packed up, ready to go. I don’t leave for Archie’s wedding until a few days from now, but I was beginning to feel the anxiety allow a bit of excitement in, dropping to my stomach. Not only was Arch going to have a spectacular wedding, but I was beginning to hope that things would change for me – for us, rather.

“Right. You know he has to be the one to fix this?”

“Just get your lovely arse to New York in one piece, with the rest of the gang. We’ll show him he made the biggest mistake and that he couldn’t run forever. Also, you need to make sure to pick the green dress…“ It was my time to groan now, “…that lifts up the ladies a bit more than you’re used to, love. If you can’t get him to listen to reason with your words, well, those tits will do all the work for you. It’s like Pavlov, really.”

This time, I laughed so hard that I had to hold my stomach in. I haven’t heard myself let go like that for so many years…

I hope you enjoyed! Tagging: girlsofargonech1darkcy / endemictoearth / slothpaws / sassy-curmudgeon / greenangelheart <– most of you guys have told me you wanted me to tag when I post this, but if you don’t want me too, just let me know!

Forever Yours

Being in the RFA also means being under house arrest, but you’re not used to being so… alone. Yoosung’s always here to fix that, though. He’ll never let you feel lonely. Ever.

The day has been far too long. You don’t remember when you shut it off, but you’re almost wary to turn your phone back on.

If you just… leave it off… walk away… Your anxiety bubbles once more, wrapping around you and choking you with its burden. Alone, you’re so alone in this huge house that it’s suffocating. It’s closing in on you and there’s nowhere to run, nobody to save you. Your eyes flicker to the door, the only thing keeping you from leaving the apartment. From leaving RFA behind, from leaving the people who’ve already come to call you affectionate nicknames and who trust you. From… betraying them.

Your phone rings. Without checking the caller ID, you pull the phone to your ear and pick up with a ragged sigh. “Hello?” You don’t mean to sound so… defeated. Underneath the restrained tone of your voice is a budding anxiety attack waiting to consume you and drown you.

“You picked up!”

Oh. It’s Yoosung.

He sounds like sunshine on a cloudy day. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispers. You try to reply but all that comes out is garbled murmurs of apology. “… Are you okay? Don’t let what V says get to you.” He rambles a bit longer, using his most cheerful voice possible, and you’re suspicious that he’s just trying to cheer you up. Talk about his burnt omelette, the pretty weather, how he got a papercut, the drool that’s spoiled his notes… The forlorn smile building on your voice is evidence that it’s working, though. “Still there?”

A hum is a good enough answer for him. You can hear his sigh of relief, slightly muted. He really was concerned. “I just feel so… lonely. Like this apartment is a cage.” Honestly, you don’t want to be so negative, you don’t want to make it sound like the RFA is some horrible thing.

“Oh,” his voice drops. In your head you can picture dog ears drooping, a tail slowly coming to a stop.

It makes your heart drop enough to amend your words. “But it’s okay! Hearing your voice, it makes me feel like you’re right here next to me.” Not literally, but. But you feel a little less alone, a little less afraid, hearing somebody talk to you with such adoration. Even if it’s because he keeps comparing you to his (deceased under questionable circumstances that you’re starting to question) cousin.

He perks up and you swear you hear something drop on his end. You’re about to ask if everything’s alright, when he practically shouts into the phone. “R-REALLY?! Then I’ll call you! Everyday! So you won’t feel so lonely anymore.” Your heart is pounding with shock and it takes a moment to register his words. “… if it won’t bother you, that is,” he adds sheepishly.

You blink away the stun that’s been inflicted (are you a Pokémon or what?) and that tiny smile that’s been creeping up on you has bloomed into a wide grin. “I’d like that,” you finally say after letting him wait out a few seconds of awkward silence. “Thanks.”

Now it’s his turn to sit there in stunned silence. You pull away from the phone and for a moment check if the call is still going. Yep. Still connected. He mumbles something under his breath and the phone distorts it enough to make it impossible to understand. You think you hear “like you” but you’re not too certain, so you shrug it off.

“Can you repeat that? Didn’t hear it.”

Another relieved sigh. Really, he’ll get wrinkles at this rate. “You’re welcome!” he chirps. Yoosung sounds so pleased with himself, and you’re tempted to praise him a little bit more to see if you can hear any tail wagging or tongue panting.

You stamp down that imagery before you get too carried away and stuff the poor boy into a dog suit and start a photoshoot. “Anything interesting happen while I was gone? I still have to look at all these texts… and voicemails… and emails…” Your eyebrows twitch as you remember the obnoxiously high number of everything. “Aaaahhh,” you groan slightly and rest your forehead against the desk, leaning the phone on your face.

Although you’ve never considered what it would sound like, you’re pretty sure you can hear Yoosung blushing at this point. “AH! You don’t have to, um, to listen to my messages, really!” he hurriedly says. “It’s not important,” he adds.

Now you’re curious. “I definitely want to look now.” Doesn’t he know the golden rule of defiance? “Should I read it aloud for you?”

On the other end, something is banging into a wall. Is he hitting the wall with his face? That has got to hurt. But the reaction is just too funny and your amusement outweighs your concern. It starts as a snort but builds up into full-out gut-wrenching laughter, and even though you faintly recognize that the banging has stopped, you can’t help yourself.

Your tense shoulders don’t feel so bad anymore and you can actually sink into the chair now. Setting the phone on speaker, you flip back to your text messages first. “I’m going to do it now~” you chirp. You don’t have to scroll to find his contact; he’s sent the most recent text.

“Nooooooo!” Yoosung cries out, but he doesn’t hang up. Does he know this is amusing?

Licking your lips, you scroll up to read the texts chronologically. Gotta have some order to this madness, after all. “Good morning!” you start. It’s a short text. “Are you awake yet?” You’re trying not to giggle. “Get up!!! Ooh, with triple exclamation marks? You were serious.”

He lets out a long groan. At first it’s fairly clear, but there’s an audible ‘BANG!’ and the noise becomes muffled.

Huffing with amusement, you continue. “If you don’t reply, I’m gonna talk like a,” you stop yourself to let out the most ugly snort. “Oh my god. Yoosung.”

He lets out a cry. “You know they call this torture in some countries?! TORTURE. ILLEGAL.”

“Awwwh, is that you talking like a bad boy?” you reply with a smirk. Gosh, Seven should really install video calling so you can see the expression Yoosung is making. Bets on it being absolutely hilarious.

There’s a thump, softer than his head banging his desk. “That’s me dying on the ground. Dying.” He sounds so serious it makes you choke on your laughter.

You’re oh so tempted to relent, but your thumbs automatically scrolling for more, so that decision is out of your hands. You would apologize. You should apologize. Except he’s making this way too easy and you’re starting to suspect he likes being bullied like this. 

“Did I do something? Are you mad?” you read aloud.

Well shit, now you feel bad for teasing him over the texts.

“I don’t want to lose anybody anymore…?” you murmur the rest of the text message. Your heart nearly stops. Frantically, you read through the rest of the messages that are becoming more and more desperate, begging for forgiveness at one point. 

… He wants to die? 

… This is all his fault?! 

He should’ve never existed?!?

He’s caught on to your voice quieting down. “See? Embarrassing! It’s nothing!” he says.

But you can’t. You can’t just smile this off and shrug like nothing has happened. A shudder runs through you as you try to form the words. “Where the fuck did you get the idea that it’s your fault?” Whoops. Honestly, you were trying to go for something a bit more elegant, but you’re a little too distressed to be calm and collected.

He squeaks. “E-Eh? Excuse me?” Yoosung wasn’t expecting that.

Well, he isn’t going to expect the rest of your rant either. “Excuse you? Excuse you? Yoosung, you’ve been nothing but sweet and kind to me! You literally just offered to waste your time calling me to cheer me up!” you cry out in disdain. As the texts reach an end, you have to furiously rub at one eye to stop the waterworks before they can begin.

“I’m not sure… um…” he sounds small and confused. Maybe you’re scaring him.

You should stop. “Who’s been telling you it’s your fault? I don’t know Rika, I don’t know what happened, but she probably loved you! You probably lit up her world!” But you can’t. The angry words are pouring out of you as your fists clench painfully tight. “You’re already good enough the way you are.”

There’s a static-y silence on the other end, and then, out of nowhere, a hiccup. Then another. “Then why do they all leave?” he asks. You’re 99.99999% certain he’s crying right now.

“I don’t know, but… I won’t.” It’s a heavy declaration – not moments ago you’d been wondering if all this RFA business was worth the trouble. But you can’t just sit idly back and let somebody who’s been so understandingly sweet to you this entire time waste away in his own fear and depression. “I… I promise you. I’ll stay.”

He stutters. “But what if…”

Your voice rises and it echoes back at you, violent and foreboding in this (toobigtooemptytoomuch) apartment. “What if what? I promise you, you will not lose me.” You’re scared he can hear the wavering in your voice, the shaking in your limbs. But you clear your throat and square your shoulders. “Do you hear me Yoosung? You won’t… I will never leave you.” Your voice sounds a lot steadier than it did earlier, and you’re relieved.

It seems to settle his doubts as well, because you can hear the start of a smile returning to his voice. “You’ll be mine forever? Really?” he asks. His voice is getting a bit too goody. “Forever and ever? No matter what?”

Your heart drops to your stomach and everything feels wrong. You don’t like the way he’s saying that, but you… you can’t just say no. It’s Yoosung. Why are you suddenly so scared? “O-Of course.” You can’t keep yourself from shivering – it feels like you’ve just sentenced yourself to something wrong.

“You… promise…?” Yoosung’s voice is starting to get almost hysterical. “I’ll… I will never… never let you go…His voice trails off. “Rika…”

You blink. “I’m not—“

“You’re right. You’re not. Rika left me.” You’re not sure if you want to comfort him, he’s starting to scare you a bit. “No, you’re… I’ll make sure you can never leave me.”