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vulpisnocturna · 4 months

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Hey, El, dear! How are you?

If it's ok for you, can I have Madara's NSFW alphabet? To maintain my unhealthy levels of obsession over him

I'll totally understand if it's too much 💖

Hey my lovely, totally fine! It just took me a while, but here it is!

NSFW - MDNI

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Madara can be pretty rough when he has a session with you, and aftercare can be super important, but sometimes he tends to forget that not everyone has his energy, endurance or strength. What’s more, if he doesn’t trust you that much, he will be skittish and unnerved by the idea of showing his vulnerability and his caring side to you. If, however, you have been in a committed relationship with him for a long time, he will definitely give you a massage to soothe your muscles and maybe a warm bath. Cuddles will ensue if you initiate them. Madara will blush as though he didn’t just fuck your brains out twenty minutes earlier.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Madara loves his hair. It’s a guilty pleasure of his to feel your fingers running through it, and though it looks quite untamed and a bit like a bird’s nest, he is very proud of it because of its length, volume and the way it flows dramatically in the wind. In a partner, Madara is quite the thigh enjoyer. He loves squeezing them, laying his head on them, biting them and leaving love bites on them. They are comforting and quite sensual. For this reason, he is also quite fond of thigh highs and any outfit that lets him catch a glimpse of them. Also very fond of being squished by a pair of thighs.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Madara loves cumming inside you. Because he’s an Uchiha, mainly, and breeding kinks, but also because it makes him feel as though you truly belong to him. It’s as though he is marking you, corrupting you, in a way.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He sometimes likes soft, tender, slow sex. Most people wouldn’t be ashamed of such a thing, but for a man who has built up a reputation as a heartless warrior, he thinks it will make him look weak and easily exploitable.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Madara definitely knows what he’s doing. He’s been around a long while, and as someone who never really settled down, he probably had his little escapades from time to time. He likes sex, he likes getting physical with people, and he has to prove that he’s the best at everything he does. He can’t afford to look like a floundering teen when confronted with a naked body.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves doggy style. He really likes the visuals, the arched back and your ass presented to him, as well as pulling your hair as he slams into you. Madara is a rough lover most of the time, and quite a dominant one too, and he likes the feeling of control it gives him. Props if your arms are tied behind your back and your face is pressed against the mattress.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Madara likes to be taken seriously when he beds you. However, he’s been known to crack one or two mordant quips from time to time, and they’re not the most… tactful. If you can take it as part of a degradation kink, more power to you. If not, it can kill the mood a little.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpet does match the drapes, but he keeps it neatly trimmed. He likes looking his best and giving out the impression he’s so well put together and definitely doesn’t have any problems, and his appearance plays a huge role into that.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He can be romantic with an established partner from time to time, but sex feels more like a battle for power to him than it does a declaration of love, which would be much more domestic in his case than sexual. Sex is where he can let go and showcase his physicality and prowess, and he likes a partner that can play that game with him and let him have control in the bedroom.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He is a pretty physical person, and sometimes, he needs to release the tension that builds up inside him. He masturbates pretty often, and his imagination is quite vivid. He also takes to creating genjutsu where he can elevate his sensory experiences by creating an illusion of you joining him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

The breeding kink is pretty much a given. He loves the idea of putting a child in you just as much as he loves the idea of tying you down to him so you can never leave him (abandonment issues much?).

Dom/sub is also a big one. He loves the feeling of power and of someone trusting him to control their pleasure. It gives him a thrill to have someone submit to him. He’s also big on begging.

Humiliation kink is equally hot to Madara. He likes talking dirty to his partner, he likes calling them names, it makes it sound more taboo and that much hotter to him.

Edging because he’s a little bastard who likes to tease. Punishment and lessons are often in his bedroom vocabulary, and one of his favourites is edging because of how desperate you get to have release. The sight of you squirming and begging really turns him on, and so does the knowledge that your orgasm, when he finally allows you to climax, will be that much more intense.

Corruption kink is another kink of his. He enjoys the thought of tarnishing something pure and moulding it into his image.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He’s a pretty traditional guy in that way. He likes to keep things private, and fuck in the bedroom, or anywhere in the house, really. Sometimes he gets the occasional urge to show off and be an exhibitionist, but not in a way that would allow anyone to actually see your naked body. For example, he’d fuck you against the window of a tall building, or make you scream loud enough the whole neighbourhood knows just how good he is.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Lingerie, playful teasing, strong individuals that are not intimidated by him are all things that turn Madara on. He enjoys a challenge, and what’s better than making a powerful, feisty individual submit to him and give him control in bed?

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Madara is not big on sharing at all. Threesomes are a no go, and neither is watching porn together or voyeurism. He can do everything by himself, he doesn’t need anyone’s help.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He likes giving, just to make you squirm, but he really loves receiving. It gets him going and it’s also a power trip of sorts, especially when you give him permission to fuck your mouth. And when you look up at him as you do it… don’t expect him to go gentle.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Madara is the fast and rough type most of the time, but because he’s a patient fellow, sometimes he goes slow and rough. Hours of endless torment and orgasm after orgasm because he has unlimited stamina and unlimited hunger.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes quickies. They’re a quick way to get rid of sexual tension and let out some steam. Expect to be bent down the kitchen counter and taken care of whilst the food’s on the stove.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s game. He loves to experiment, but he won’t do anything that makes him feel too vulnerable. He likes taking calculated risks, but he doesn’t like being in a position where he will completely lose control.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

All night. You’d have to tell him you can’t take it anymore, because if it were up to him, he could do it 5 or 6 times in a day.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He definitely likes toys. They’re just a way to further torment his partner with pleasure, they heighten the sensations and make it that much more intense.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A lot. You’d think he was torturing you with pleasure from how much this man likes to tease, he’s like a cat playing with its dinner. He enjoys the feeling it gives him, the desperation, the longing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Madara is vocal verbally, but his noises are relatively quiet and far between. He will groan and give low moans and grunts, but he won’t shout or moan loudly. He will talk to you throughout, and his voice will sound soft and smooth, because he likes to give off the impression he’s always in control.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Madara likes fucking virgins. It’s just a little guilty pleasure of his, he loves the innocence they give off and he loves corrupting them, transforming that innocence into debauchery just for him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Madara is pretty tall, lean but toned, with a few scars and a nimble, agile figure. His cock is thick and fairly long, around 6 ½ inches. He’s also a shower.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a high sex drive. He lives for battle and sex, and anything that gets his blood pumping.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not that quickly. He likes watching you sleep so soundly after a little session. He will cradle you in his arms and observe you, carding his fingers through your hair and watching over you in such a vulnerable state. However, soon, your warm body and soft breathing will lull him into a peaceful sleep.

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jess-the-vampire · 1 year

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I genuinely don't understand the gripes a few people have with how Belos was handled in the finale. "Dont just brush him off as being evil" Well, why the fuck not? Dude wasnt born evil but he purposefully chose destruction and death at every possible opportunity for 400+ years. Nothing about his backstory would have made any impact on the characters affected, because its not an excuse, its not even an explanation! Caleb had the same childhood and he loved the Boiling isles. Eat boots Belos.

Ok, buckle up cause this is gonna be a long one, we gotta have a chat about Belos as a character, because there's been so many takes about this i keep seeing about " he never accepted the isles the way luz did" and "He had 400 years to change and he never took the took the offer", because it just seems like the fandom wants to kinda ignore a lot of the nuance about his situation and why it's not that simple?

and i'm for sure certain it's because the fandom is obviously already pretty biased against him since he's the villain, and what he does to the main characters as well as represents.

And that's fine, obviously he becomes a pretty bad person, no one is obligated to like him and it's ok to feel uncomfortable given the character he is.

But i think a lot of these issues as to why people have such mixed opinions about the finale has a lot to do directly with the fact the show DID keep his backstory as vague as they did, when if they had gone into it i think we would've had less of this discourse.

Now none of this is me excusing him obviously, but the fandom is very adamant to just not allow him to have depth either, when....he's allowed to be irredeemable and have depth at the same time. He's meant to be a very human villain, a character that could happen to anyone under the right circumstances

So not exploring that depth, why it got how it did, and how things like it can be prevented is a flaw within the show and among a lot of fans.

And to be fair, the show does not HAVE to do it, but the show also clearly wrote his character to have a lot of implied depth whether people like it or not, him coming from a very real religious group alone and making him a foil to luz has turned what could of been a very one note villain into one with a lot of layers to his villainy.

And if the show wants to make belos a very one note villian, no depth, they could of very easily done this by just cutting out details like his love and care for his brother, or just make make him want to destroy witches simply because he decided on his own they were worth destroying.

But that's not exactly what they've presented belos as being.

The show thrives in having characters who aren't just simple nor cookie cutter.

Hunter isn't just some cocky sidekick, he's an abused teenager who craves love and affection, and is willing to go high and low to earn it, terrified to be thrown away and replaced and constantly is forced into a mold just to get the affection he craves. He's highly sheltered and isolated just because his father figure doesn't want him to be his own person since that wasn't what he was created for

King isn't just a tiny little brat who craves power, he's a child whose been lied to about his past, and he wanted nothing more then to be taken seriously and feel a sense of belonging. He believes that he wants power, but finds out he really only wanted to be treated like anyone else, and that he's far happier with a family that loves and cares about him rather then being a powerful demon king.

Lilith isn't just a self important antagonist who wants to force eda to do what she wants, she grew up close to her sister and wanting to be by her side well into the future, but felt a sense of inadequacy in comparison to eda. The pressures of the coven system and need to win against her sister made her make a drastic choice she regrets and she wants nothing more then to fix it and make everything the ideal fantasy they grew up wanting to have together. She's also a large nerd, craves the attention of higher figures since her own mother used to put all the attention on eda, and changed her appearance just so people would take her seriously.

And the show does this with most of it's cast, obvi there's the exception like tibbles and even bosha who don't have too much to them, but they're also very minor antagonists and there's still stuff you can pick up on.

Belos however is the main antagonist, everything that happens in the show, happens because of him, his entire backstory is basically why the plot of the show happens.

Not just that, but also caleb and evelyn, if it weren't for the drama between these three, there would be no show.

And people are WELL aware these three aren't the main leads, they aren't going to be the main focus of most episodes and obviously the show was going to end in the favor of the main characters.

But

the story the show tells between these three ties very strongly into the ones with the leads too. We are given at least enough details to notice parallels between stuff that happens with characters like luz, and characters like philip.

We know philip and luz grew up in gravesfield, we know there were outcasts there, and they had one family member they relied on to support them there. They ended up in the demon realm, they both learned magic, and they both are strongly motivated by their beliefs regarding the isles.

So there's a lot they share in common, which makes it really easy to take a look at philip and say "Well it's his fault for not being like luz and accepting the isles like she did".

But, there's a lot of differences here

Luz grew up with fantasy, with magic stories about witches and heroes and demons. Philip grew up in a 1600s puritan village which demonized this stuff, he was a young child growing up being told this stuff was evil and he was taught to fight against it.

Luz felt odd for her interests and out there personality but at worst she felt isolated and misunderstood, she didn't like her mom's efforts to change her to be "Normal". Philip actually conformed to gravesfield, caleb clearly encouraging his brother to do so, just so both of them could fit in with the town. Had they not conformed at best they'd be isolated, but at worst they'd be dead.

Camilia is an adult who eventually opens up and talks to luz about how it was wrong to try and change her to be "Normal", that she herself hid her own interests to do so.

Caleb, was a child, he did not have any open conversations with his younger brother. Caleb hid evelyn and his interests with witches from philip and then on top of this, left philip behind.

You could absolutely say the fact caleb didn't talk to philip is pure speculation, and not confirmed at all. That all of this could be summed up to unreliable narrators.

But we know caleb left for the isles before philip did, we know it took time for philip to find him again (because his beard grew out), we know caleb had a wife who seems to be pregnant, that he was introducing philip to (Implying he not only hasn't seen philip in awhile, but that eve and philip have never met to caleb) and all of that alone feeds into the fact caleb left him behind to start another life. This is all shown in his memories alone, stuff we can't chalk up to unreliable narrators.

So the most logical conclusion to come to is caleb left philip to start a new family, we don't have a lot of details as to if caleb ever planned to return, if caleb had good reasons to do what he did, or much about his mindset.

But we have enough to know Philip loved and looked up to caleb, that he relied on caleb, and caleb lied and left him.

There is again, reason to tie this back to camila and luz.

but this is not a child leaving a parent behind, this is a parental figure leaving a child behind.

This is what i mean by the issue being lack of clear answers, people claim caleb left when philip was an adult, but we actually have no confirmed evidence for this. We have enough of philip's memories to know 2 things, that he was still a teenager when caleb was meeting evelyn, and he was an adult when he arrived.

You could argue philip was an adult by the time caleb left, but it's so vauge you can also argue caleb left when philip was a child and philip didn't figure out his way to the demon realm till adulthood and there's not enough proof to go one way or another.

now titan dad says philip had no genuine reasons for his actions, that he did this all for glory, but as steve put it back in OTWAT, the titan is just a guy.

And given the collector situation, he can make mistakes and screw up just like anyone else.

Titan dad only sees what he can see and make observations based on what he sees. He saw a human come to the isles with a bias already against witches, who ended up killing his brother, who claimed to come here to save others and that's all he's going to see philip as being. Someone who wants to save others but just hurts them instead.

He has no reason to know what philip grew up under, nor does he have reason to know philip and caleb's story before they arrived. There's no denying philip did love caleb, and that they were close, but that caleb leaving him behind for witches drove them apart.

I think the problem ppl even have with what titan dad says is purely because the fans take it at face value, because let's be honest, most fans will believe the objective heroes for what they assume over the villians. And since the show again, leaves philip's story vauge, and never puts it in the main focus, people will just assume what titan dad says must be the truth.

Like yes, you can pick up on these details if you are paying attention, but most people won't do that, so a lot of fans will listen to the god telling them what philip's motivations are coming from rather then put together the sense of betrayal from caleb that hurt philip that most of the evidence is actually pointing to.

philip had no parents, and had no one but caleb as far as we can tell, and then caleb left him too, like he didn't want him anymore.

And he left him in a bigoted town, alone.

the damage this could of done if he was a child is pretty darn bad, and for philip to assume this happened because of a witch means reinforcing everything he's been taught about witches.

Caleb lied about his changes, so when caleb sees him again, caleb seems to be a different person, which does fit with what philip says to luz about the isles "Brainwashing people".

tho you can argue that that's not the truth, that philip knows caleb did it on purpose and killed him for betraying him, cause of how he blames him in episodes like FTF.

But again, this is the result of leaving things vague, because either situation is plausible.

it's plausible philip never intended to kill caleb at all and he died as the result of trying to protect eve because the show says he was trying to target evelyn to save caleb, and it's plausible he died on purpose out of philip's rage for caleb leaving him. Because guess what? That means caleb had the means to go see him and could've seen him but made the choice NOT to, so yeah, that's pretty heartbreaking.

again, this also comes into play regarding Philips's guilt.

People objectively keep saying philip HAS no guilt regarding caleb, but we have evidence for both guilt and non guilt.

Now, sure, his portrait of dead caleb implies philip is not guilty for his death based on his expression after the fact. We also have the fact philip shows distain towards the grimwalkers, that he never outright expresses he feels bad to anyone.

But, we also have caleb's death being treated as one of philip's worst memories in KT that he objectively recalls in horror, he says he "Tried" to save caleb in FTF, which implies he wanted to save him and that he's mad he didn't manage to do so. The grimwalkers and caleb could be seen as ghosts, but also as hallucinations, and if you are seeing them as the latter then it makes sense he'd be seeing them out of some level of guilt towards having them killed.

If the show had these details explained more fully, it would be easy to either deem belos as being a murderous dick with no remorse who thinks killing was the right thing, or as a guilt ridded stubborn murderer who wants to not acknowledge he was wrong and screwed up.

it's why people are split, because you could objectively choose to see him both ways and the ending will affect you differently depending on what you picked up on.

But now let's talk about philip not changing, because people have bashed him for not doing so in the 400 years he's been there and that he had opportunities to do so but didn't.

And i think this is half right, half wrong.

Philip came to the isles with biases, he basically grew up in a cult, he came in thinking he was traveling into hell to go find caleb. Caleb encouraged his hatred, and then his hatred got further pushed when caleb seemed to be kidnapped, and then further pushed when he was surrounded by nothing but bigots.

So this man was already on a bad foot compared to luz, who was here to live out the fantasy books she grew up on, and objectively would have no reason to hate or fear witches nearly as much.

And we do know while the BI can be compassionate, it also has it's issues, even luz faced discrimination for being human herself while on the isles. Being powerless there is well, not great, it's why luz had to figure out her own way to do things alongside everyone else.

And the Bi ARE dangerous, especially for humans, so it's at least understandable philip is not going to just show up and look past the flesh eating plants, the evil weather, and the lack of anything he can even objectively eat.

Now philip could of considered things outside of his bias, and made the effort to try and look at things from a new perspective. But we also have to acknowledge that it's not easy to come out of this long time brainwashing either, and that it takes time and help to do so.

And philip, didn't seem to have that.

Yes, caleb grew up the same way, but not only was he older, which already set him up to question things more. But he had evelyn, he had someone to challenge him and his views and change his mind.

Philp, doesn't have that, there is no confirmation anyone ever really chose to challenge his views or make him realize he was following a lie.

Caleb could of but caleb left.

All we see is philip, isolated, following the beliefs he was taught and being hostile to witches, and witches rightfully being hostile back, which just further is feeding into his bias.

You can assume philip had chances to change but didn't, but there's no real strong evidence of that being offered to him either. That any witch ever tried to make him question anything.

It's pure speculation.

Now Philip is a stubborn ass dude for sure, so yeah, we can claim he just simply didn't want to consider it.

But people are claiming Philip was shown help that he didn't take and that's just not true. We never see anyone asking him to do the right thing or making him question things, at least not compassionately.

no one to our knowledge ever did challenge him, or did reach out to him, not even in the show itself.

Luz is rightfully hostile towards him even when trying to challenge him, hunter does attempt to try and come up with helpful ideas but he would silence himself if his uncle didn't like it (Not to mention the existing fact that he is supposed to be a caleb replacement so his existence comes from philip not wanting him to change or question things philip thinks caleb should not), and well....collector giving him a hug isn't gonna do anything at that point to stop him from thinking the worst of the isles.

This is partially because belos has the power in scenes, that if he hears what he doesn't want to hear he can quickly silence the individual and ignore it.

He's basically put in situations where no one is challenging him and if they are, they're usually doing it with distain and he's responding like a dick right back.

So maybe not much could of been done when belos has become emperor, outside of some rare occurrences where he has no choice but to listen or if he was challenged by someone he respected and would be less willing to hurt. Maybe he's too far gone to back out now and has too much power to even allow himself to consider what anyone had to say, even if they did do it kindly and wouldn't face his wrath.

but he was only emperor for 50 years too.

So ok, what about before that?

Well, yeah, maybe there were chances he could of been, but that's a period of time we only see so much of, and none of it shows one way or the other that Philip was offered the chance to improve.

I think had we gotten a scene of philip being offered a chance to do good, to consider things, that he knew he was wrong and still rejected it, it would back up this whole "Philip made the choice to not get better" thing people claim.

but truth is, it's speculation, we don't know.

A guy who spent his life buying into where he grew up and came in with biases that became a cycle of him being terrible and witches reinforcing what he thought isn't just suddenly going to change his mind and be nice now on a whim unless those biases are challenged in a way he can't deny.

it's on him for not considering looking on things outside of his bias for sure, but people seem to think doing that is simple and easy and it's really not.

Philip had no evelyn, he was left with no one but his bias and stubborn mind.

It's like king said back in hollow mind " People don't want to believe they've been following the wrong person their whole lives", and philip didn't have a luz like hunter did to help him realize how wrong he really was.

Instead it got worse and worse.

This is why philip feels real, because this can happen to people, that they can grow up with hate and never receive the help they needed to pull them out of the mindset. So they get worse, they become worse people.

and we can argue philip didn't deserve the chance to get better, but you'll never know if you don't try and we don't know if anyone did try before he was too far gone.

to think all of this could of been avoided if caleb actually spoke to his brother and gave him the chance to change...

Tying this all back to the beginning-

Philip's story ties into luz, they are foils in a lot of ways, but people need to remember they have differences outside of luz being a good person and philip being a bad person. Those differences make them into the people they are.

That luz was set up to love the isles in a way philip was set up to come in with a bias against it.

That it is not as simple as "Philip should of just got better" given what happened to him and the lack of help he had.

That philip never really is objectively shown to be offered genuine chances to reconsider his views on the show as much as people keep claiming so, and it's mostly all assumption at this point.

That so much of this argument over whether he's one way or the other could of been fixed if the show hadn't kept things vague.

By doing so, it leaves a lot for interpretation about him and therefore means people will have different views on what he thinks and feels and therefore will have different views on how his death should of been handled.

Caleb and philip tie into camila and luz, they tie into the clawthrone sisters, they are the basis for the plot of the series, they tie into hunter and the themes of being understood and being honest about yourself and conformity and it is no wonder people care about them.

It is incredibly valid if anyone expecting this story, that tied into the plot so hard ,as well as the themes, was upset it felt unexplained or dropped in the finale.

Especially since the fandom, with an obvious hatred for belos, responded to it by treating titan dad's word as god and simplifies philip's story completely despite everything i just mentioned here.

It is perfectly fine if you are not someone who cares about belos, but the people who do are perfectly allowed to be bothered that the show itself kept the complexity vague and not addressed and none of it mattered when it came to how his arc ended.

And that the only person who properly gives a personal opinion of what he thinks his motives are, simplifies him to being evil, and the fandom roles with that and the show never tries to do much to prove otherwise despite the evidence.

because this is a fascinating story about how conformity and bigotry can drive two close brothers apart and it feels like a story the show should of at least dedicated more of an episode to.

Especially since there's no clear idea if we'll ever get extra toh content to really tie any of this up.

Again, none of this excuses belos/philip for what he did, does, or tries to do, no amount of his life being screwed over and people treating him bad and not reaching out to him will ever excuse the fact he went so far.

But let's also just, not pretend it was an easy fix either, that someone can just....stop believing what they believe with the drop of a hat.

Especially given how this can reflect real people who are made into people like this.

He is nuanced, and people are attached to this villain for good reasons.

Nothing is simple about him, and it's just a product of how the show has handled his character.

#the owl house #toh #emperor belos #philip wittebane

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completeoveranalysis · 14 days

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Evil Wolverine’s crimes continue.

Fai is expressing concern over the fact that both individual Sakura’s had a huge amount of power separately, but now together…?

AND THEN EVIL WOLVERINE INTERRUPTS HIM TO EXPLAIN THE FACTS THAT WE ALREADY HAVE, BUT IN HIS UNIQUE FONT.

HELLO IT IS TIME TO RECAP ALL THE FACTS THAT YOU MAY REMEMBER FROM THE PREVIOUS PAGES THAT IMMEDIATELY PRECEDED THIS

SOULS GATHERED INTO OTHER SAKURA CLONES = DIDN’T WORK SO WELL

THIS ONE SAKURA CLONE IN PARTICULAR WAS EXCELLENT

STAMP THAT CLONE WITH ALL THE DIMENSION MEMORIES WE NEED

ADD THE SUPER FEATHER THAT GOT STRONGER OVER TIME IN THE RESERVOIR FOR SOME REASON

COMBINE THAT WITH THE ORIGINAL SAKURA, MIX WELL, AND BOOM.

You now have Super Goddess Sakura - the all purpose tool for all your universe destroying needs!

The place he loses me is when he says that Original ‘Sakura’ has the nature to take both of these things into herself. Which, I don’t know why she would, since the feather belongs quite specifically to a different soul, and I don’t know why she would absorb the body of her clone. Like, the Syaorans never absorbed each other, and Watanuki has always been fine when meeting Lava Lamp.

Is it specifically because the body is empty? So it kind of drifts automatically towards a soul very similar to its original to merge with? And since The Sakura Clone's soul was VERY close to the original Sakura's, that meant she was able compatible with the feather even through she isn't missing any part of her own soul? Like an Extra Memory DLC she could have since the files were compatible, even though those memories aren't hers? Or something?

I feel like I am being pedantic but he specifically says she has the ability to take both those things into herself.

If Syaoran had died but left an empty body behind would Lava Lamp have accidentally fused with it? Or is this a Sakura Specific Function that’s happening because of the Extreme Universe Powers that are being thrown around her?

Honestly at this point Evil Wolverine could just start adding any other random event he needed to make this work to the list and I’d just have to shrug and say Sure, Ok. Whatever you say. That might as well also be true now.

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The Type You Save ~ T H R E E

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

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She felt a hand on her arm, and she was pulled behind the building. What the fuck Alexandra?

“My name is Nicola.”

James reached for her necklace. “And this necklace belongs to Alexandra Richards. Don’t fucking lie to me Alex.” She looked at James and he pulled her in for a kiss. It was desperate, the urge to taste her again strong. She melted into it, having not felt his kiss in three years. He walked her against the wall, caging her in, not wanting her to have a chance to escape

When they separated for air, she whimpered his name. “Jamie,” she breathed, desperation laced into it.

“I found you. I can’t believe I found you.” James kissed her again. “Your eyes?”

“Contacts.”

He ran a hand through her hair. “I love your hair, it suits you.” He cupped her face. “Are you real? Allie, please tell me you’re real?”

“Are you?” A tear slid down her face. “How? Why are you here?”

“NYPD moved us. The commissioner got us in here.”

“Us?”

“Steve and me. We caused a lot of trouble in New York.”

Relief flooded her to know they were both moved and together. “I saw. I’ve been watching. You finally pissed Grey off enough for him to put out a hit. How stupid can you be?” she scolded.

“Me stupid? Listen here, sweetheart, I’m not the one who stole a painting for a mob boss.” He took her hand and walked her back to the shop. Frustration seeping slightly at her accusation of stupidity.

Alex tried to keep up with his angry stride. “What are you doing?”

“I’m grabbing my food and then we are going back to my apartment so Steve can see you too.”

Alex pulled back. “James, wait, we have to talk about this.”

“And we will. But I found you and I am never letting go. Family over everything remember?” He stopped. “Why are you fighting this?”

“I remember that its family over everything. I know we have to talk. But you gotta let me take care of some things first.”

“No. Alex, you can’t leave me.” He cupped her face again. “I know if I let go, you’ll disappear on me and I can’t go through that again. Please Alex.”

Alex sighed. “Ok, fine. It’s probably better if I explain everything first.”

Once James had gotten his food, he retook Alex’s hand and walked the couple of blocks to the apartment. Alex chewed on her lip. She was nervous. Would Grey find out that they reunited? Would he do the things he promised he would do if she hadn’t completed that job? Would Walker finally get his way of removing her forever? Especially since everything was not as it seems.

Arriving at the apartment. James kissed Alex. “You ready for Steve?”

“No. He’s either going to be relieved or pissed.”

“Sounds about right. Come on.”

“Just one more moment, please?” She wrapped her arms around him. “I just need you to myself for one more moment before all hell breaks loose.”

“That’s rude of you to say about your best friend but I’ll allow it.” James held her tighter. “It feels like a dream.”

“What does?”

“Holding you again. I never thought that I would be able to. I thought he took you from me.”

“Never Jamie. I promise. I would have never let this happen if I could.” She tilted her head up to look at him. He pressed a kiss to her, taking one more peaceful moment.

James opened the door. “Punk you up?!”

They heard a door open and heavy footsteps down the hall. “Jesus, jerk, it’s too… Alex?!”

“Hi Stevie.”

Steve rushed up and crushed Alex into a hug. “Oh my god. You’re real.”

“Stevie… can’t… breathe…”

“Oh,” he let go and then hugged her softer. “You’re here.” He pulled back to look at her. “Contacts?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” And then he pinched her on her arm hard.

“Ow, Steve, what the fuck?”

“That was for leaving and making us think you're missing or dead and leaving me with this one and his non dealing of emotions.”

“I did fine.” James crossed his arms, trying to look tough. Alex knew the toll her disappearance took on him; she felt the same way.

“I guess I have some explaining to do. Do you guys have time?”

“It’s our off day so yea,” Steve gestured for her to sit.

They sat, James never letting go of her hand. She took a deep breath and started.

“So, a few weeks before I left, I got a letter from an old coworker of mine, warning me that Grey was looking for me. I let it go because I knew he would never find me in New York. I was wrong. He called the day after the photo was published.”

“What photo… oh, the commendation photo?” James looked at her.

“Yeah, he found me and visited me on my lunch break the day after…”

“It’s nice to see you, Alexandra.” Christian Grey stood in front of her, hit suit immaculate as always. Alex’s heart was pumping hard in fear. He really had found her.

“Cannot say the same Christian.”

“It’s Mr. Grey.” Christian gave her a hard look. “You are not an easy woman to find.”

“That’s the point of getting lost in a big city, Mr. Grey. How did you find me and what do you want?”

“When your hero boyfriend saves a child, you tend to become easy to find.” Alex tried to keep her face still as Christian took a moment. “I want you to come back.”

“Never going to happen. You can leave.” She turned to walk away.

Christian grabbed her arm. “You still work for me, or did you forget that?”

“The debt was paid. I left. End of story. Let me go.”

“No. I still own you, Alexandra. And I will take back what’s mine. Otherwise, there will be consequences.” He flashed her phone and saw a live video of James and Steve at the old diner she used to work at, having lunch.

Her heart dropped. “Who is watching them?”

“Walker. Very eager. The Hand has wanted a reason to hurt you, but I think the best way to take out those you care for.”

“They are friends, nothing more.” Alex kept her face neutral. “They don’t mean anything.”

“But they matter to you, and that’s enough. Now,” he loosened his grip on her slightly. “I need something, and I want you to get it for me. I know you work for Bishop Security now so access should be fairly easy.”

“You want me to steal something?”

“Not just something. This.” He shows a picture of a painting.

She looked at him with shock. “You want me to steal Starry Night? From the museum of modern art?”

“That’s right. I think it would look nice in my collection. Now the piece, as you know, is being moved from the showroom to an office while the renovate the gallery room they are in. You have access since it’s Bishop that is handling security. So, take it, bring it to me and I’ll let you go. I won’t bother into your life again.”

“Steal this painting and I have my freedom? You’ll leave me and anyone else alone?”

“You’ll have your freedom when I receive this painting and one more night with you, pet.” Christian licked his lips.

“No, no deal. I’ll steal it but you can’t have me anymore.”

Christian grabbed her by the hair and brought her closer to him. “I want you Alex and I know one night will bring you back to me.” He forced a kiss on her, and she bit his lip, causing him to push her away.

“Never, I’ll never go back. I want this debt settled. You told me lies and I don’t want any part of it. But I’ll do anything to protect my friends.” She wiped an errant tear away. “Two weeks.”

Christian growled, “Two weeks. Otherwise, Walker will have some fun with your friends. And don’t forget about Archibald. I’ll let Walker have fun with him too just because he was your friend.”

Alex sat back on the couch. “I planned it out. I knew I was going to lose my job if I was caught, and I couldn’t tell you. But I left some clues for the 107th to look into and I hoped that you wouldn’t be put on the case.”

“Why?” Steve asked.

“Because you guys are the best.” Alex smiled. “If you didn’t investigate then maybe I could figure out a way to stay. But when James told me about the possible heist, I knew I was screwed.”

“So when we were in bed…” James trailed off.

“I was holding on to you for dear life. I didn’t want to leave. I just didn’t see a way out.”

“So you’re a thief.”

“I was.” Alex clarified.

“You are, Alex.” James stood up and paced. “You stole the painting.”

“I didn’t.”

“I saw you jump from the window with the case and the painting was missing.”

“Yes, you saw me jump with a case, but I didn’t take it. It was a decoy. Didn’t you follow up?”

“No,” Steve said. “We were pulled from the case because you were reported as missing and because it was Bishop on the painting we couldn’t be on either.” Steve looked at James. “Bucky, we never followed up. We just let it go because we started investigating Grey.” He turned to Alex. “Alex, why didn’t you say something? We could have helped.”

“And risk your lives? No thanks. Family over everything remember? Grey threatened to kill you both and I wasn’t willing to take that chance. Not for anything. I delivered a painting to the drop point as directed and then I took off. I didn’t want him to know where I was. I had contacts still from my old life and they helped me get here.”

“I had the right to know Alex.” James was fuming. He stood up pacing. “I had all the rights.”

“Not to this.” Alex stood up to stand her ground. “I needed to do what had to be done. When I saw the missing persons flag, that helped. Grey knew that I was long gone, and he would leave you guys alone. What I didn’t expect was for you guys to go after him. Stupid by the way.” James took a step towards her.

“Ok, back to your corners you two,” Steve stepped in. “Alex, you said you didn’t steal it?”

“No. I set it so a false cover would be over the original painting, and I took a fake to Grey. That’s why I ran. The false cover was supposed to disappear into ash two hours after I left, leaving the painting untouched. The one I gave to Grey is a replica painted by a friend of mine. Looks authentic, feels authentic but its not. And once he got it appraised, he would know its not.”

James sat with his head in his hands. “This wasn’t fair. You didn’t even give us a chance. I lost three years with you because you were so stubborn.”

“What do you want me to say Jamie? I’m sorry. I thought what I was doing was for the best.” Alex sat next to him again. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something had happened to you. I’ve been keeping tabs on you to make sure you were ok. When you guys disappeared from the news and the NYPD database…”

“The what?” Steve questioned. “You hacked into the database.”

“Yeah, there are a lot of things you guys don’t know about me. Especially my past with Grey. I don’t even know how you figured out it was me in the first place. But another friend was able to get into the personnel files and it said you were both transferred but not where and not if you were together. Was having a minor heart attack before that.”

“Was anything you told me the truth?” James looked at her, eyes broken at all of the new information thrown at him.

“Everything about my childhood and education was the truth. I was truthful when I told you that I left Pittsburgh to start over. I just never mentioned my past with Grey.”

“How could you leave that chunk of your life out? How could you lie to me? I’m your husband Alex! You’re my wife! I had the right to know!”

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metanarrates · 10 months

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talk more about little mermaid 2023

bad movie! but since when is that news to anyone

here is a short list of things I liked:

-shockingly, the actors playing prince eric and ariel had pretty decent chemistry! i thought their scenes together were somewhat cute. they were certainly the only actors in it who seemed like they were trying to give their all, except for maybe a few minor largely unnamed side characters. nothing special, but in a soulless CGI cash grab poorly disguised as a "live-action" work, having a handful of vaguely pleasant scenes was better than nothing.

-also shockingly, I did somewhat like most of the scenes the movie added from the original. rather than being a straight-up adaptation, they added a number of scenes to either flesh out eric's character, flesh out the romance, or to further explore ariel's experience on land. they weren't all great scenes, and were basically the equivalent of polishing up plastic, but some of them worked fine at a mechanical level, and at least it shows that a little bit of effort was made? although a number of creative choices were clearly to Ward Off Discourse. we will discuss this.

-uh. i thought the costumes were okay. there was an attempt

ok that's it for good shit the movie did. here's the stuff i did not enjoy:

-BAD cgi. like APPALLINGLY bad. I'm by no means a visual effects expert but the way the actors were integrated into underwater environments was horrible. they didn't look like they belonged there, their movements were too floaty even for underwater, and the way their hair was animated to float looked distracting and unnatural. additionally, the "camera" was set up frequently in action scenes to not capture a lot of the action, seemingly because the movements were difficult to capture well in CGI. a lot of the time in the CGI environments, the lighting would be distractingly weird and make the whole environment look even more fake than usual. the color palettes didn't feel like they always had a lot of thought into them, which also led to weird lighting and visual problems, and it never felt like the CGI animals had much weight. speaking of which...

-WHY DID THEY MAKE THE FUNNY ANIMALS WHO SING AND DANCE LOOK LIKE REGULAR CRABS AND FISH AND WHATNOT

-NO SERIOUSLY IF YOU'RE TRYING TO PAINT-BY-NUMBERS RECAPTURE THE WHIMSY IN THE ORIGINAL? GOING FOR "REALISM" IN ANIMALS THAT DON'T PARTICULARLY EMOTE IS A HORRIBLE CHOICE

-halle bailey seems to be a perfectly fine actress, based on what i've seen of her. it didn't seem like the director wanted her to facially emote hardly at all ever. she mainly goes for the wide-eyed vaguely pleasant disney princess expression the whole film, and it makes her performance feel horribly strained. im not expecting a disney film to have stellar acting - its a movie targeted to kids and millenials with nostalgia - but it kind of sucked to watch because there were a few moments where she DID emote more and it felt like she was doing pretty well in those moments! it felt to me like, rather than a lack of ability, she was simply hamstrung by those directing her :(

-awkwafina rap written by lin-manuel miranda.

-on that note, none of the new songs were very good. they also changed under the sea to not be an ensemble piece? look, im not the biggest fan of the original film, but having the fun colorful song where lots of fish and whatever sing all together change into a sebastian solo act with ariel support is... a weird choice. it does kind of feel like the whimsy has, in general, been sucked out of this film at times.

-outside of a few side characters, nobody seemed like they wanted to be there besides the leads. the deliveries were awkward and strained. king triton ESPECAILLY seemed like he did not want to be there. sir was there a gun held to your head here

-perhaps the biggest sin of all, but ursula did NOT serve cunt. half the fun of watching the original movie is how over-the-top she is as a performer, and here the actress is just Not giving it. her vocalization sounds really oddly strained at times? ma'am is there also a gun held to your head

there's a certain structural ethos applied to this movie. I alluded to it earlier with the comment about warding off discourse, but probably a better way to word it would be "trying to retroactively defend the original film, and try to make parts of it more 'up-to-date' when thet's not possible." a sort of repolishing and image-update of the Little Mermaid brand, if you will.

obviously, remakes have frequently done this in the past. I would argue that is often the point of a remake: a way to make the IP still viable in the modern day as a source of income to the company. but it felt very transparent here. the little mermaid has often been criticized for being an insta-romance where ariel's only dream is to marry a random guy? here's several more scenes with eric and ariel to establish their chemistry. people have discussed some of ursula's lines in "poor unfortunate souls" as being objectifying? we're cutting them. and hey, let's just show everyone that the little mermaid is now a diverse story that values women. let's cast a black lead actress and have several side characters be woc, including a new character who is eric's mother.

to be clear, I don't think these changes are bad, in and of themself. it's nice that these actresses of color were cast! the changes made to the plot were kind of fun! but all of these changes are only in service of trying to squeeze even more money out of an existing cash cow. it's very obviously an image and marketing thing, rather than people feeling passionate about retelling an existing story. and really, there's only so far you can go with a story originally only showing white people and written in 1989. all you can do is polish. there are no broader, structural changes you can make to it, because all that would do is turn it into a different story. and of course disney is never GONNA tell a different story, made by and about black women, because there's not a cash cow in that. in the hands of a megacorporation, diversity is only going to be a token gesture to accumulate more profit.

it's a disney remake. at the end of the day, there's not too much point in thinking too hard about it. I watched it for a laugh with my good friend, basically. but I'm still interested in it as a gateway into the decision-making process of the disney board of directors and stakeholders. i've seen some of the other disney remakes, since my mom and younger siblings do like watching them and this one in particular strikes me for how little care was put into it. I'm wondering how well it did at the box office, because this really does feel like we're reaching the final possible end for these remakes. they're not making very many cultural waves. it seems like nobody likes them. but clearly, the disney board is hoping for them to be a perfectly marketable recapturing of whatever the existing IP had. who knows how many remakes the studio has left in them?

whatever. the late-stage capitalist megacorporation media landscape continues to be a depressing slog. I'd recommend going and finding something actually good to watch lmao

#narrates #ok since the people were asking here's my full thoughts on this frankensteinian nightmare of an IP recapture #it almost feels like this isn't worth criticism? like this is just a low effort ad pooped out by a megacorp that has obviously given up #certainly not worth any discourse. lol #but there's some revealing stuff in it about the disney decision making process and I did want to discuss that #in the future though I'm probably not gonna like... ever watch a disney movie unless I'm dragged to it by my younger siblings lol

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Missing Time

Rayla and Callum finally fight when a shocking revelation comes out

Takes place after 4.9 and features Sleeper Agent Rayla theory

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Rayla didn’t know what to do. She’d tried not talking about it, she’d tried telling him he had a right to be upset, and she’d tried giving him space. Nothing was working. Callum was obviously angry with her but he also wasn’t talking to her about it. She’d rather he just yell at her and get it over with instead of the song and dance they were doing now.

And it was a song and dance. No matter how much he tried to hide it, he still looked at her like he used to. He’d never formally rejected her. He’d even told her he was happy she was back after the whole thing with Rex Igneous. He’d hugged her, nuzzled into her neck like he used to.

But they still weren’t together.

It was driving her mad. Was he still her boyfriend or not? When she’d left, she hadn’t broken-up with him in the letter and he wasn’t saying they were no longer together. They were in limbo. She didn’t like it.

Stella chattered on her shoulder as they headed closer to Tidebound territory. Zubeia hadn’t been able to help, so she’d employed a few dragons to assist. Ezran and Soren were aboard Pyrrah while she and Callum shared another one. It could have been romantic. Maybe they could have held hands or whispered in each other’s ears like they used to. Instead, Callum refused to look at her.

Refusing to pout, she focused on the ground as it came closer and closer. The sandy bars glowed in the growing twilight and so much water everywhere. Oh, joy. She was going to have so much fun here. A frown found its way on her lips as she debated remaining on the dragon. Callum got down first, followed by Soren and Ezran with Bait.

“Rayla?” Ezran asked. “Are you going to be OK? I know you’re afraid of water-”

“I’ll be fine,” she bit out. She fell down Storm Spire and spent years on her own. She could handle this. Taking a deep breath, she slid forward. The moment her boots touched the wet sand, she jumped forward. Callum wrapped his warm arms around her.

“Are you OK?” he asked.

“Yeah.” He’d really gotten so much more attractive since she’d left. Unable to stop herself, her eyes drifted to his eyes and his cheekbones. His jaw had become so much sharper. His lips had even gotten a little fuller. She’d missed him growing into a man, but she was very pleased with the results. Even his taller height made her insides turn to goo when she looked at him.

As stupid as it made her feel, she couldn’t help but feel like a kid who’d gotten their first crush every time she looked at him. He’d always been attractive to her but this was more than attractive. He’d grown into the features he’d gotten from Sarai and was now one of the handsomest men she knew. It was hard to want to talk about anything but them when he looked at her.

Why couldn’t he just kiss her? Couldn’t he see how willing she was? How desperate she was for his touch?

How much she still needed him?

“Rayla?”

Realizing he was looking at her in concert, she nodded her head. “I’m fine.” His arms immediately left hers as if he couldn’t wait to let her go. No. This wasn’t right. She was supposed to be slotted right under his chin. That’s where she belonged. Unless…he didn’t want her anymore.

“We should probably make camp,” Soren announced after the dragons left. “It’s getting late.”

“Yeah,” Rayla murmured. “I’ll go see if I can find anything to burn.” There were some trees off in the distance. “Do you want to come with me, Callum?”

Callum shook his head. “No. Someone needs to-”

Soren and Ezran both roughly elbowed him in the stomach. “Just go,” Soren hissed.

“Get your Big Feelings Time over with,” Ezran whispered. “You know you need to.”

Callum groaned. “Fine. I’ll go. But the lemur stays here.”

“She’s a cuddlemonkey,” Rayla said, but pulled Stella off her shoulder. “Stay with Ezran and Bait, Stella. Callum and I are going to talk, OK?” Stella chattered in agreement, jumping to Ezran’s shoulder. Well, at least Ez was good with her.

“Let’s get this over with,” Callum grumbled as he walked toward the trees.

Rolling her eyes, she followed behind him. Unable to stop herself, her eyes drifted to his butt. Had it gotten bigger since the last time she’d seen him? She liked it. She liked it a lot.

“Can you stop staring at my butt?” Callum asked, his head turned to look at her.

“Um, yeah. Sorry, I-”

“Why are you even here, Rayla?” he finally asked.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw that they were already pretty far from Soren and Ez. “I told you.”

“No, you didn’t. All you said was that you failed or whatever. You didn’t say a damn word about why you chose to finally come back.” He turned to her fully, his eyes narrowing in anger. “And, this whole time, you’ve been flirting with me like you never left. You owe me an explanation.”

Snorting in derision, she stood at her full height. “So, now you finally talk to me? I’ve been trying to talk to you for days and the first time you give me the time of day, it’s to tell me to kill you.”

“Do not change the subject, Rayla!” His eyes burned with fury and his jaw tightened. It really should not be as hot as it was. “You have been infuriating the past few days. Where were you?”

“In Xadia. I told you.”

“Doing what?!”

“STUFF!”

“That’s not good enough.” Shaking his head, his eyes got colder. “Do you even care about me? About us?”

“Is there an us?”

“There won’t be if you don’t stop pushing it. You can’t just waltz back into my life and expect me to fall to my knees and beg for you back.”

“I’m not!”

“Then why are you like this?”

“I just-I just want you back. You were the best thing to happen to me and I miss it.” She bit her lip as she looked at him. Instead of his eyes softening, they got even harder. “What do you want me to say, Callum? That I’m sorry I left? I’m not sorry that I tried to protect you. I’m not sorry that I went after Viren to get closure for what he did to my family. Didn’t you see the coins he put them in?! He’s sick and twisted and he would have done the same thing to you!”

“You lied to me,” he hissed. His face got really close as his eyes bored into hers. “You were the one that always hated lying and you lied.”

“I knew you would have followed me if I told you. You weren’t listening back then and I couldn’t lose you, too. I’ve already lost so much, Callum. I-” she grabbed his hand, “I can’t lose you.”

Pulling his hand from her grip, he shook his head. “I can’t believe I’m still in love with you.”

“You are?” Her ears perked up slightly as hope filled her chest.

“That’s what you’re focusing on? What is with you? Just tell me what happened.”

“I already told you!” Why couldn’t he just listen to her? “I was in Xadia, I couldn’t find Viren, I came back.”

“But why?!” Callum held his palms up and curled his fingers. “Just tell me why. Why is that so damn hard?”

“I-” To her shock, she realized she didn’t know why. “I-”

“Rayla?”

Something wet was on her cheeks. Was she crying? “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? How can you not know?”

“I DON’T KNOW!” Her hands went to her head as she tried to think of any reason why she had come back. She remembered turning to Katolis and making her way to the castle. She remembered making the choice to see him. And then she left and…and suddenly she was watching the festivities? “I don’t know, Callum.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know it doesn’t. But that’s all I have.”

“Do you even care?”

Looking up at him sharply, she shook her head. “Of course I care.” Why was everything going so wrong? “I love you. I love you so much that I can’t stand it. I thought about you every single day and listened to every wind message you sent. I’m trying here, but I don’t know what to do. I just want you to be mine again.” The tears clouded her vision as the misery bubbled in her chest. “I don’t know how to make this right and I’m so lost without you.”

She tried to fight back the tears, but they spilled forward as she cried in front of him. Her heartbreak was laid bare for him to see. She didn’t want this. It was his choice to make whether he wanted her back or not. But she couldn’t handle it if he let her go.

“I’m lost without you, too.” Before she could look up, his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her to his chest. “You left on my birthday, Rayla.” His voice was thick with emotion, his tears spilling onto her neck as he nestled into it. “My birthday is always going to be the anniversary of the day you just left me.”

“I’m so sorry,” she grasped his tunic, relishing the feeling of being in his arms again. “Please, give me another chance to make it up to you.”

“I can’t. Not yet. I still don’t even know why you came back.”

“How many times do I have to say I don’t know?!” She pushed him away, anger replacing the need to be in his arms. “I’m missing chunks of time, OK?!”

“Wha-What do you mean you’re missing time?” Callum’s jaw slackened a bit. “Rayla?”

“I lost bits here and there ever since the Nexus. I just assumed that it was an effect of the magic but I’m not so sure anymore. I don’t regret returning to you. Not for one second. But I don’t remember making the choice to come back to Katolis. I just did. And everything in me is demanding that I get you back, so I just assumed that I couldn’t bear to be without you any longer. But-”

“Aaravos,” Callum finished for her.

“Yeah.” Rayla looked at him with wide eyes as he stared at her in fear. “Callum, I would never hurt you.”

“I know.” He kept his distance instead of reaching for her. “But, what if Aaravos got inside your head? And he’s been manipulating you?”

“When would he have had a chance?”

“Viren. Soren said that Aaravos and Viren were connected. Did you see Viren the Nexus?”

She had. Putting a hand to her mouth, she fought back the acid building in her throat. Was that monster in her head? The more she thought about it, the more something in her mind pushed back, demanding she let it go. She pushed harder on the wall, refusing to bend.

The harder she pushed, the more her mind was diverted back to Callum. Thinking back, anytime her mind drifted to the missing amounts of time, his face had been the first thing that she’d thought of. Had Aaravos been using her love for Callum to keep her distracted? No! Her heart and mind were hers alone and she wasn’t going to let anyone else control them.

Like a damn, bursting, her head was filled with pain. Collapsing to her knees, she held her head. Pulsating. Demanding. There was a rushing sound in her ears as her vision clouded. Was this how she was going to die?

No. NO. She just got her parents and Runaan back, even if they were in coins. Callum finally said he still loved her. She couldn’t lose everything that had kept her going the second she got it back.

She was falling again. Just like the Storm Spire. Arms and legs out as she sped down to the ground. “You served me well,” a deep voice echoed around her. “You helped keep my latest pawn alive. But I have no use for pieces that fight back. At least you destroyed that painting for me.”

Painting? The one with Queen Zubeia’s face ripped to shreds? Had she done that?

She really was a failure, wasn’t she? The assassin who couldn’t kill anyone. She’d even failed at truly killing Viren. Maybe it was better if she did die. She couldn’t hurt anyone else if she did.

“RAYLA!” Looking up, she saw Callum flying towards her. Just like he did two years ago. “You can’t give up! I just got you back! You can’t do this to me. I won’t let you go!” Her hands reached out for him, silently begging him to catch her. His warm wings wrapped her in a hug, holding her close as they plummeted together. “You have to fight him, Rayla,” Callum whispered in her ear. “I love you.”

With a sharp gasp her eyes opened. The first thing she saw was blue sky and the next was the feeling of Callum’s arms around her as his body shook against her. “Callum?”

Callum pulled back to stare at her, tears in his eyes. His hand lightly touched her cheek. “Rayla?”

“He was in my head. Aaravos. He…I think he kept me focused on you so I wouldn’t suspect he was in there. I destroyed the painting at the peace meeting, Callum. He made me-”

“Shh. It’s OK.” His fingers lightly touched her lips. “We’re going to figure this out.”

Embarrassment filled her at just how much she had been throwing herself at him. That wasn’t like her. Was that Aaravos’ control? Their reunion now felt so tainted. “I love you,” she whispered. At least, she knew that was true. “And I’m so sorry I left you.”

“At least, at least I have an answer now for why you came back.”

“I was always going to come back to you.” Her hand touched his cheek, hoping he would see the truth in her words. “Please. Believe me.”

“I do, Rayla.” He cupped her hand. “Just give me time.”

“I can do that. But, what are we going to do? Aaravos isn't going to be happy that I'm still alive.”

"We'll figure it out. Together, this time."

"Together." She just hoped they would make it out of this alive. Aaravos wanted Callum for something, but she didn't know for what.

As Callum held her to his chest, she silently vowed that she would do whatever it took to keep him from getting under Aaravos' control. He'd tried to make her promise that she would kill him and there was no way she would ever let it come to that. Too many people had taken her loved ones away. No one was taking Callum from her.

#the dragon prince spoilers #rayllum #rayllum fanfic #the dragon prince #moonbase fanfics

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lucianoirlmurdervictim · 10 months

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thank god you hate usuk a sane person

I genuinely don't understand USUK at all or why people ship it. I get that people sometimes see enemies or people who hate each other but like...IS IT WORTH IT!? They're brothers, or in my eyes father and son but in the material, they're brothers, they're related. They're related! When I first entered the fandom space, and I realized the main ship besides GerIta (ItaGer, italy tops, YAOI YAOI YAOI) was USUK, I was genuinely shocked. I thought I imagined that they were related, but I didn't (sometimes, I do feel like I made that up, but then my brother says it too and hes less delusional so I believe him) They are related. They SHARE BLOOD. They share blood. I don't know, I can't get over that. It bothers me its so prevalent because I actually really enjoy the brother/father&son relationship between them and love making art of Alfred and Arthur hanging out together/interacting but I have to tag it 100 times that this is NOT SHIP ART. I never ever want it to be perceived as ship art, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, so this is also a blanket statement that I will never create USUK content. I genuinely do not like USUK. England's heart belongs to France (he attacks him on sight but thats true love) and America's heart.....ouuughhhh AMERICA'S PRECIOUS HEART!!! It belongs to one JAPAN!!! Kiku-chyannnnn~~~ my boyfriend though, he ships RusAme but I'll convert him using the power of IRL YAOI YAOI YAOI Though RusAme is still fine :D ON THE TOPIC OF SHIPPING, THOUGH, I'm a multi-shipper so I like a lot of different ships with the same characters. Except USUK :P (and some others *pointed glare*) OK LMV OUT

#answering asks

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sachirobabe · 2 years

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Least I can do | B. Koutarou x F!reader

Warnings: period symptoms, cramps, small hurt/comfort⚠️

An: repost from my wattpad.

Female reader.

Wc: 1,341

You're livid at the moment. Your period was nearing and your stupid tracker said it was still 2 weeks away, but here you are, feeling symptoms of pain. It got so bad that now you're wide awake, slightly nauseous and stomach cramping.

The screen on your phone lit up, mocking you with its time, there's no way you're sleeping anymore. You can't even skip school because there's an important topic being covered in math before the big test in two days.

You took some medicine for the cramps and headache, you figured you might as well watch some comfort movies to help you feel better and distract your mind.

Quickly the movie became a little boring from seeing it so many times, your backpack was right next to your bed and you took out some papers to review and do homework that wasn't quite due yet.

But it was time consuming, soon enough your alarm went off despite you still being awake, it startled you. You've never felt more tired than right now, you lazily move around the house, gathering your things, you felt out of it, forgetting things and you're just now remembering what they were on your walk to school.

The pounding in your head never subsided, if anything it just got worse. The hallways were cramped and loud, bringing you more discomfort. As long as you wait it out until math then you could go home, the rest of your classes were pretty simple at the moment.

You sit down at your desk, having a few extra minutes before the bell rang. At least the classroom was somewhat quiet. Just as you lay your head on the desk, your name was yelled.

"Y/N!!"

That voice belonged to no one other than your boyfriend, Koutarou. You flinch from the loudness, trying your best to compose yourself and not blow up.

"Kou." You lift your head up.

"Will you be at practice today? We're scrimmaging!" He excitedly says.

Others around you paid no mind to Bokuto, he's always loud and it's gotten really easy to brush him off.

"I got split off from Akaashi, which sucks, but it's fine because I'm still gonna win." He puffs his chest out.

"Kou, can you bring the volume level-"

"So are ya coming or not?!" He says exaggerated.

"Listen-"

"Oh! Do you think you can help me study today? At my place? We can walk together after practice." He goes on.

"I don't think today-"

"You look terrible. Did you even sleep?" He notes your tired features.

"I'm trying to tell you something!" You lose patience. He was taken back, "You're asking me so many questions and won't let me answer, Koutarou." You sigh. "Now-"

"Oh." He interrupts you, "Sorry. I should get to-um class." He looks upset and leaves the room.

Great. Now you've got a sad boyfriend and you feel like shit. You shouldn't have raised your voice at him, he couldn't have known.

Class went on and it felt like forever, you were for sure leaving after math, this was unbearable. The bell rang for lunch and you were one of the first ones out, signing yourself to leave and on your way home.

You still feel bad about Koutarou, you sent him a message asking to talk, but he hasn't answered. He never leaves you on delivered, especially for this long.

The lack of sleep definitely hit you as soon as you plopped on your bed, you barely changed out of your school uniform, leaving your backpack on your bed as you drifted off to sleep.

Your mom comes in to check on you, noticing you're still sleeping. You had told her you felt sick and she made sure to check up on you.

"She's sleeping still, if you want to come back later you can." Your mom whispers to Koutarou as he enters the room, freshly showered.

"Is it alright if I stay? I promise I won't stay the night, I just want to make sure she's ok." He looks over at you worriedly.

"Of course, you're always welcome here." She says and with that silently shuts the door.

Koutarou sits on the edge of your bed, he heard from one of your friends that you didn't feel well at all and left before lunch.

Now he feels like he was over dramatic with you, he scolds himself for not taking in your body language first before disturbing you.

He sits beside you on the bed, your head easing itself on his lap, he played with your hair, hoping it'll get rid of whatever you're feeling. Your mom came back with some homemade soup and water, he thanks her as she sets it down.

You shift in your sleep, slowly opening your eyes, the headache has gone down quite a bit, but it still lingers.

"Woah woah, easy, baby." Koutarou whispers.

"Kou?" You sit up, getting a good look at him. "What time is it? Did I miss the practice?"

"Don't worry about it, my team won, but that's besides the point." He breathes. "I'm sorry for not noticing that you were sick. I overreacted."

"I should be the one apologizing. I yelled at you this morning. I'm sorry, Kou." Your place a hand on his cheek. He places one of his on top of yours.

"Still, I shouldn't be yelling that early anyway." He chuckles.

"Me too." You join him. "I'm really sorry." You frown.

"It's okay, babe." He kisses your forehead. "Are you hungry? Do you want some medicine?" He's attentive to you, reading your body language.

"I am kinda hungry." You yawn.

"Lucky for you." He says and reaches over you, "I have soup." He sheepishly smiles.

"Thank you, Kou. I wasn't feeling good at all earlier." You sigh. "I wanted to at least wake up for the practice, but that obviously didn't happen."

"It's okay. Your health is more important, call me next time you can't sleep. I want to help." He says sweetly, spoon feeding you.

"I didn't even sleep."

"Well neither would I if you called me, I could've kept you company." He kisses your cheek.

"Yeah." You smile. Eating the soup you're pretty sure your mom made. "How was the practice game? You said you won."

"It went well." He looked off to the side.

"Kou." You knew that look. "Don't tell me you got all emo mode." Your face was frowning, knowing you were the cause of it.

"I couldn't help it! I thought you were mad at me." He huffs. "You haven't even told me what's wrong either." He crossed his arms dramatically and continued to look away.

"Kou." You let out a breathy laugh. "I'm about to be on my period. That's why I don't feel good." You unwrap his arms and put one of them around you.

"It's not supposed to start for another 2 weeks I thought? I track it on my phone." He brings you impossibly closer to him.

"You and me both." You rolled your eyes. "Otherwise I would've been more prepared and I wouldn't have gotten this bad."

"I'm sorry." He kisses your forehead. "I'll make you feel better." He finished feeding you the soup and places the plate back where your mom had set it.

He moved you both so you'd be lying down on the bed, easing your headache. You tested your head on his chest.

"Thank you, baby." You mutter. "I feel so much better already."

"It's the least I can do." He hums and kisses the top of your head.

He promised your mom he wouldn't be spending the night, but here he was, sleeping so peacefully with you in his arms.

Your mom came in to collect the plate and didn't have the heart to wake either of you up, she snapped a quick picture and shut the door behind her.

*do not steal or plagiarize

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reisimscorner · 7 months

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Later at night Alaric called together his parents to discuss a matter of outmost importance.

Both Gregoria and Conrad were curious about what he wanted to say. When Alaric was a young and innocent boy, he used to ask for their guidance even about small issues, like when he has found a bird with broken wings and wasn't sure if it was ok to take it away from its nest to heal it. Or when he has found a wounded cat on the streets and wanted to take him home, but asked for their permission first. As he grew older, he no longer confided in them as he used to. They knew this was only natural, but it hurt the same. And now, he once again turned to them which must have meant that what he wanted to talk about was something important.

"Father, mother, I'd like to ask for your opinion about something." Alaric paused for a moment to wait for his parents' reaction, but continued talking after Conrad signaled him that they are listening. Alaric took a deep breath, taking a moment to gather his courage. "I'd like to get married," he declared, looking at Gregoria’s and Conrad’s faces with withheld breath.

"That is wonderful news, son!" Conrad couldn't contain his happiness, while Gregoria was still suspicious. She knew Alaric wouldn't ask for their opinion if there wasn't a catch to this story.

"But?" She asked, letting Alaric know that he should finish what he wanted to say.

"It is Giselle who I want to marry."

Gregoria wasn't surprised at all, she knew Alaric had a unique fondness towards injured and hurt animals, and well, Giselle could have been seen as that way as well. And they were childhood friends – it was always obvious to her that Alaric liked that girl.

However, Conrad didn't grasp the situation immediately, he just looked questioningly at his son until Gregoria kicked his legs under the table. That made him come back to his senses.

"That Giselle?" He asked. Gregoria couldn't believe this was Conrad's first reaction, and she almost kicked his legs under table once again.

"Father, please, don't use that tone with her," Alaric berated his father. He wouldn't tolerate anyone talking to his future wife in that way, not even his own parents.

"No, you're right, I didn't mean it that way. I'm sure she must be a fine young lady if you like her so much. And we never really cared about gossips."

"Your father is right. You don't have to be worried about what the villagers will think. We are fully supporting your decision, Rickie. Right, darling?" Gregoria looked at Conrad who nodded in agreement as well.

Alaric was relieved that his parents were thinking this way, although the issue wasn't this in the first place. He knew that they would support him, even if at first, they didn’t agree with him.

"That's not it. I'm just not sure if the Lord Marquis would let Giselle go that easily. Even though she's only half noble and is treated like a common servant, she still belongs to them."

With that, both of them understood the root of Alaric's concern. It was true that their family was well known and respected in Londoras, but they were still ordinary farmers, peasants as the nobles would say. Of course, they also had some qualities that would come handy for the Marquis family so the situation wasn't completely hopeless. They just had to figure it out how to play their cards to reach the desired outcome.

The three of them spent the next hours coming up with the details of the agreement they could present to the tax collector, the official representative of the Marquis family who would come in the morning as usual. That was their chance to set everything in motion.

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#the ultimate decades challenge #ts4 #ts4 historical #ultimate decades challenge #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 story #ts4 legacy #hawthrone legacy #1300

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playtimepalace · 7 months

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this is sam sorry for long

it’s so cute when you talk about being flustered irl by the things we talk about on here, ngl it makes me wet and then i have to walk around with dirty underwear and it’s Your Fault !! (joking, i love it)

i just Know you would be so fun to play with!! you’re just a sweet little horny baby and it makes me want to overwhelm you with pleasure until the only thing you can do is whine and drool and take it like a good boy <33

anyways,,,, got distracted,, i big agree with you abt like the intersection of omegaverse and transness, like different people have different ideas but i’ve always imagined male omegas like trans boys, with slick and two holes and it is Very Hot to me to imagine omega dicks as tdicks (or pre/non-t) bc they are very hot and belong in my mouth. also along that line i imagine female alphas to have girldicks bc girldick is hot as hell. do i just like dicks in general? hm. maybe this is making me look bad hshdkfnr

god. distracted again. i had a shower thought that turned into a whole ass fantasy about an alpha prince, who’s notoriously brash and reckless and shouty, and his kingdom is at war and he switches sides, and the other kingdom doesn’t quite trust him but they need the information he has so they keep him under the guard of a very kind and sweet (if a little immature and hyperactive) alpha.

they become friends, and they spar together, and shouty alpha always wins because he’s a very good swordsman. one day shouty smells a little off but sweet doesn’t think much of it, until he starts winning match after match. he’s getting concerned, after shouty accidentally cuts him on the shoulder, and sweet is annoyed at first but shouty keeps apologizing over and over which is so odd for him. shouty insists he’s fine and they keep sparring until sweet wins another match, with his sword tip touching the base of shouty’s throat. he’s a little smug when he says I Win again :)

but oh no! shouty collapses on the floor, onto his knees and when sweet kneels to look at him, he puts his finger under his chin and asks him if he’s okay, but shouty’s eyes are glassy and he just continues softly panting. sweet freaks out and yells for his sister, a healer, and the yelling makes shouty start giving off a very scared scent, and that’s when sweet realizes he’s not an alpha at all, he’s an omega and sweet’s show of (fake) dominance has pushed him into an early heat.

ok this got rly long sorry but the healer comes and tells him that shouty’s involuntary submission shows that he thinks of sweet as a good mate and it’s his responsibility to keep shouty happy and comfortable until he comes out of it because sweet’s scent is the only thing that will calm him through the heat. and sweet has to be soo careful and gentle with poor shouty, who when he’s not pretending to be an alpha is so very sensitive and vulnerable, and sweet has to carry him back to his quarters and hold him and speak to him softly (even though he can’t really understand the words he can understand tone) and fuck him so lovingly when he gets needy and desperate, whimpering and grinding on sweet until he pays attention to him.

tldr i love when tough guys break down (sometimes on accident) and have to let themselves be soft and taken care of <33

- sam 💃🕺💃🕺

firstly sammysam my lovely sam never apologize for long i love long!! esp long from you i'll never get enough💙💙💙

secondly auahauahguhghg 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 you dunno what that does to me, every time you talk to me like that I just melt ♡ its embarrassing- I get actual shivers sometimes, my face gets hot n' I just wanna....just would do anything to keep you going, just wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel!! would certainly help with that mess in your underwear if I could, n by that of course I mean get on my knees and make it worse 🥺

OKAY UM. blushes. onto the omegaverse!!

tdick and boycunt and girlcock!!! [raucous applause] forgot for a sec that cis people exist but they can play too i guess 🙄 (joking) but yea!! im with u all the way :3 and also cock on the brain is the correct mentality always im pretty sure

ok so the DELECTABLE little fantasy ooohhh my god. oh my god?

poor poor shouty who's already a bit at a loss since switching sides, he feels like he's doing the right thing, he knows he's doing the right thing, but it's so hard, he's in this new place, with none of his familiar comforts, has luxury still, yes, but none of his specific strategies to keep his facade bearable, and with all the stress and all the questions... well he may lash out more than ever, may throw himself into everything with extra fervor, a desperate compensation for that ache that won't leave, the neglected need to feel soft, to be treated as if he were delicate, to be cared for. He doesn't- shouldn't have those needs, that's what he tells himself anyway. He's competent, strong, independent, capable. Biology doesn't matter, he'd gotten this far, he'd figure out the rest. Even if it was hard. Almost impossibly hard sometimes. He still couldn't afford to waver.

The only saving grace in the hailstorm that was the emotions and hormones and swirling thoughts was his keeper, the other Alpha. Nobody calls the sweet man his keeper, not to his face, but shouty isn't stupid, he knows he's being monitored, but this guard…. well he was a saving grace as much as he was a damning one. How could shouty continue to swallow down his urges the way he had his whole life with sweet at his arm before he could even think to look for him? It was impossible to not open up to a man who was always there, always smiling, always seemed up for anything, never faltered at shouty's temper or impulsiveness, always seemed to care.

Shouty had lost that day before the matches had even begun. He tried his best, he threw himself into it like always, but his mind felt like he was wading through sand, or- no, maybe more like honey. Slow and warm and thick and...sweet. Sweet. Had the 'other' Alpha's scent always been so strong? Shouty's not paying enough attention, he's not focused, and- the cut is thin, not too deep, but it's bleeding, oh god, the Alpha-- his Alpha, he's bleeding, and it's all his fault. The apologies spill from his mouth, but they don't feel like enough, not when sweet is standing there trying to get him to stop saying sorry. Shouty's jaw snaps shut at what sweet almost certainly didn't mean as an order, but the words just carried that weight right now. So shouty swallows it down as much as he can, closes his eyes to steady himself, then promises he can continue, and then-- it's all a blur from there.

There's a sword to his neck and then the gentlest finger to his chin, the kind of touch you could just sink into, and then there's shouting, it's sharp, loud. Angry? No- panicked. But it's his Alpha shouting, why? What did shouty do wrong? He suppresses a whimper, sword clattering to the ground, out of his sweaty grip, when did everything get so hot? When did he get on his knees? Now it's not just his mind, his limbs feel like he's fighting against gravity trying to drag him down. He's vaguely away he's being move, looked at. Sees familiar faces but doesn't really see them, hears voices he can't bring himself to focus on- he's burning up on the inside, cramping from how hard his body's clenching, it's all too much, it's not supposed to happen now, not like this, not when he can't hide, and shouty's on the verge of a real proper panic attack, worsened by his emotional state, hands balled to fists, chin down, trying to handle it on his own like always, when... oh.

He's in his sweet, sweet Alpha's arms. When did he even get there? They're moving now, the Alpha carrying him like he's small, like he's fragile, like he doesn't weigh anything, and shouty... just lets out a soft sound and leans in, tucks his face into the Alpha's jaw. Accepts it. The Omega accepts all of it.

Shouty clings when sweet tries to set him down on his bed, blushes at his own neediness but grumbles about the distance immediately- and that sounds enough like the shouty that sweet's grown to know that the Alpha laughs, purrs, leans right back in to scoop him up and nuzzles against him, keeps him nice and relaxed. It's not long before shouty's squirming though, he can smell sweet's arousal just as sweet was well aware of his. But it's not just the scent and demeanor that's got sweet going, its that trust, it's all the sharp edges and defiant independence, all the showiness of prove melting away... it's shouty letting go, giving everything to sweet. It's just the two of them. Sweet strips the clothes from both of them slowly, carefully, curls himself around the other, skin to skin. And it soothes, but only for a moment. Cuddling was never going to be enough.

But urgency has been abandoned, panic melted away, they were going to indulge in each other, truly, properly, and they had all the time in the world. ♡

#part two when i write about shouty's pussy or something sorry i got super carried away with this gorgeous setup #I DIDNT EVEN GET TO THEM FUCKIN AND I ALREADY THINK I WROTE TOO MUCH. GOD #anyway i love this a lot. a lot a lot a lot #ummm btw #purring irl at getting you wet thats ltrly just payback for all the times ive read your asks and got so worked up i couldnt think straight #def wont be humping my hand to those first 2 paragraphs later [<- lying]#supposed 2 be doing work but man this rlly got away from me. i see a certified sam ask my brain turns into mush haha just like when shouty-#anyway. clearly obsessed with this #omegaverse #a/b/o #💌 lovenotes 💌#♡ sam anon ♡#princeyposts

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milkywaygg · 8 months

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Confidential Affairs Chapter 4

AU belongs to @eripops. Enjoy!

Month Two-Three

Despite her promise, Euphemia still kept her lips sealed regarding her issues to Jules. A week had passed by and Jules felt well enough to return to work, despite having fits of nausea every now and then, and Euphemia tried to kept her mind occupied with work as much as she could. She often buried herself in a sea of projects, incoming new clients, business meetings, and anything else she could think of. Yet, work could only do so much to distract her from Jules, their baby, their upcoming wedding, and the shit her parents pulled all because Jules wasn’t as aristocratic as the rest of her peers were growing up.

It pained her that they felt this way and their attitudes towards him often kept her up at night, with only his soft snores lulling her to sleep. She couldn’t blame them for being disgusted with how he acted at the party; it was like someone casted a fast-forwarding spell on him, and his squeaky, jittery voice getting higher and faster as he continued to drink the sugar often creeped her way back into her brain, causing some sort of second-hand embarrassment. Yet, in the same token, she couldn’t blame him entirely for how he acted. When she had met his parents, Gonzo and Cecilia, for the first time, the fanciest thing they had in their home was a crooked ceiling fan that squeaked every time its blades rotated.

Plus, there as just something..so extraordinarily special about Jules that had always attracted Euphemia. He wasn’t like all the other men her parents had tried to set her up with. Despite being dirt poor, Jules never expected Euphemia to pay for their dinner dates, nor wanted expensive gifts and chocolates. She remembered how he absolutely fawned over a simple bouquet of roses that she got him for prom and how she ended the night with several kiss marks on her cheeks. From then on out, Euphemia would remind herself to bring him flowers for every date, even if it was just a few weeds that she pulled out of the ground.

Even with work piling up like crazy, Euphemia used those memories of Jules as motivation to keep going; motivation to pull herself together and be strong for him, despite him pleading and begging for her to open up. She couldn’t let herself be vulnerable like that…he needs someone to take care of him..especially now with the little bun in his oven. Plus, doesn’t he deserve the wedding of a lifetime? Oh, if only Euphemia could give him the world..

An ear-splitting ring snapped Euphemia back to reality at her desk, straightening herself up as she answered the phone.

“Thanks for calling Golden Oak Banking Company! Please know that you are on a recorded line. My name is Euphemia. How can I help you-“

“Yea whatever! Listen, I need to dispute a charge for me. I’ve got all these damn fines piling up and I need them off my account!”

“Ok. Can I get the first and last name please, so I can look up your information.”, Euphemia asked, trying hard to mask her real feelings as she rubbed her temples. God, not another one of those clients.

“Karen Deubel.”

“Ok Ms. Deubel.”

“MS? IT’S MRS. DEUBEL!”, the voice yelled at her over the phone, making Euphemia snarl at the receiver. How the hell was someone like her married?

“Ok Mrs. Deubel, let me look at you account.”, Euphemia said, typing up Karen’s account information on her computer, showing the offending charge and several stacks of fines listed on the account, “So I’m seeing that your check bounced when your account got charged for a streaming service? Care to explain?”

“Well, not that it’s really any of your concern, but I just forgot to end my free trial is all. I meant to cancel it but I’ve been swamped at work and just now getting to it.”

“Ok, well have you contacted them and asked for a refund.”

“No, because then they’d cut off my streaming services.”

“Ma’am-“, Euphemia sighed tiredly, taking a deep breath, “Ma’am, that’s-“

“OK You can stop right now with the fucking attitude! I just asked for some simple fucking help, and all that sass and sighing is not what I asked for. NOW GET THE CHARGE OFF MY ACCOUNT!”

“Ma’am I-“

“DO IT!”

“Ma’am, please, you’re on a recorded line.”, Euphemia reminded, “We can dispute that charge for you but you’re going to have to contact them and have them speak with us.”

“But then I won’t be able to watch my fucking shows!”

“That’s just it with a free trial. It’s a free trial. Do you think streaming companies would make any money if they just let people watch their shit for free?”

“UH UH Don’t speak to me like that! Do you kiss your husband with that mouth?”

“My husband?”

“Yea! Do you speak to him like you’re speaking to me? Because if you do, ohhh lord. You must be one miserable, sorry son of a bitch. Working and being shit at your shitty ass fucking job and coming home to curse out the husband you’re failing to take care of-“

“OK YOU KNOW WHAT, PAY THESE FUCKING CHARGES. I DON’T GIVE A SHIT! HAVE A GOOD FUCKING DAY!”, Euphemia exploded as she hung up and threw the phone on her desk, smashing it into two. She felt several pairs of eyes staring down her as she tried to fight the tears that formed in her cyan eyes, wishing that she could just run away from the world and never come back. It wasn’t until a tall, brunette woman with a beehive bun in her hair walked into the office with her hands on her hips did Euphemia’s heart drop…

“What the fuck do you mean you’re all booked up?”, the woman yelled as Jules squirmed nervously in front of her, twiddling with the corners of his apron under neath the booth, “My husband’s birthday is tomorrow! I need roses!”

“W-well ma’am, I um…I’m really sorry. It’s just…you know how Saturdays are. People often take that day to go celebrate and um..we just get a lot of orders quicky. Plus, we’re super duper short staffed at the moment. I’m really sorry.”

“Other people are not my problem! I need roses for my husband NOW!”, she screamed, slamming on the booth.

“P-Please don’t slam on the table. Um..there’s a couple of pre-done bouquets if you’re interested-“

“I DON’T WANT THOSE DAMN WEED INVESTED ROSES. THEY’RE PROBABLY COVERED IN BUGS OR SOME SHIT! I mean, just look at them. They’re not as red as the fresh ones you guys make. I can’t believe this-“, the woman stammered, “You really want to ruin my husband’s birthday, don’t you?’

“N-No not at all! I-I’m really sorry about this-“

“Oh you’re going to be sorry when I turn you into the size of one of those damn fleas on your stupid little pre-made flowers.”, the woman snarled, grabbing her wand out. Jules backed up from her as she got closer and closer to the counter, the star on her wand growing at she pointed it directly at him. But just before she could execute the spell, the double doors swung open as Euphemia walked in.

“Hey babe I-WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

“What’s it to you lady? Mind your own business!”

Euphemia slammed the door behind her as she got in between the lady and Jules, placing her wrist just below the star tip as the two wrestled with it. Jules covered his mouth in shock as he watched a yellow beam of light cover her head as it shrank it, Euphemia feeling a crushing sensation on her skull. The woman smirked before looking at Jules, who cowered behind the counter, nearly driven to tears.

“You got lucky, you little bitch. Next time, I won’t be so nice.”, the woman snarled, shoving Euphemia out of the way to add salt to injury.

“Euphemia!”, Jules cried as he helped her up, looking sadly at her shrunken head, “Are you alright? W-Wha..I…uh….w-what are you even doing here. Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I uh…”, she squeaked before covering her mouth, wanting to die of embarrassment as Jules looked down at her ant-sized head with an intense look of worry, “Err…I uh…they let me go early, so I thought I’d come visit you at work. Good thing I did, huh?”

“No it’s not..”, Jules hugged her close, tears falling down his cheeks endlessly, “I-I’m sorry! I’d fix your head but I can’t…a-and…oh…I ruin everything! I-I ruined those roses…and that lady’s husband’s birthday!”

“Darling please, don’t worry. That bitch’s husband’s birthday is not your problem. Don’t beat yourself up. It’s not good for the baby.”, Euphemia smiled, trying to keep herself from cursing as she failed to feel her wand in her jacket pocket. “And those pre-made roses are lovely.”

“I-I’m not talking about those.”, Jules sniffed, “I messed up the colors on someone else’s order and my wand wouldn’t work, and I keep messing things up, a-and I’m nauseated all the time, a-and now this..and we ran out of milk at the house..”

Despite her head being the side of a seed, Euphemia felt the need to interrupt his hormonal rating with a small peck on the cheek.

“Darling, why don’t I take you home? You look way too stressed out to be here right now.”

“I-I can’t just leave work.”

“But you’re obviously not well.”

“I-I…oh I guess..let me just go ask my manager.”

After dropping Jules off at the house, Euphemia was able to get her wand back from the office, turning her head back to the normal before returning to Jules, who kissed her on the lips as soon as she walked through the door.

“Oh thank the stars! I-I…I’m sorry. I just…I got so worried and.”, Jules ranted once more, the tears flowing once more. She rubbed his cheek softly, wiping them as they fell down his cheeks. She looked down at his stomach; his baby bump slightly bigger than it had been the last few weeks, and smiled warmly at her hormonal mess of a fiancé.

“You don’t have to worry about me all the time you know. I’m fine.”

“I-I know you can take care of yourself, but I just can’t help but worry. I-I love you too much.”

“I love you too, but don’t worry, ok? I promise everything will work out sooner or later.”

“Y-you promise?”

“I promise.”, she said out loud, though the inside of her head told her hopefully.

#fairly oddparents #cosma family #au #fanfic

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Smiffina Episodes - Episode 193

June asks Jim how he found out about her baby. He tells her it was Gina and Smithy who did the digging and got the certificate. She worries the entire relief knows but Jim promises her its not true.

An oblivious Gina opens the Sgt's office door, asking June if she's ok as she looks 'like she's seen a ghost'. June covers, saying she's fine and Gina sends June and Jim out on a job together. Jim can't believe she kept it a secret from him for so long. June spins it round and points out that he kept Marie beating him secret from her. "I was ashamed." "Exactly."

Gina is furious to find out that Jim knows about June and Gabriel and shouts at Smithy in her office. Smithy shouts back that it was her who dug into his past and not his fault that they found out more than they bargained for. Gina warns him not to take her on today and that if the super found out they'd both be toast. She asks if they know what June's reaction is "to finding out Gabriel is her beautiful blue eyed boy?"

"No we don't."

Gina orders Smithy to take control of the situation and make sure it stays between the four of them and does not become public knowledge. He storms out of her office, slamming the door behind him.

June tells Jim that Gabriel was born of rape and that she has felt punished every day since. It was her first boyfriend who wouldn't accept that she wasn't ready for sex but her forced her into the situation and he wouldn't let her go. Jim is the first person she'd ever told outside of her parents. She was able to hold Gabriel for a few seconds which 'was a terrible mistake' because then they took him away. She can't get her head around her baby being Gabriel. Jim says there's an easy way to find out the truth - but she makes him promise to leave it to her.

In the Sgt's office, Gabriel appears and asks June for a kiss. Gabriel: "I'm getting tired of living a lie." June: "Really?" and before he can answer, Gina appears, partnering them together to follow up on the job she and Jim had been on earlier. Gabriel can pick up that there's an atmosphere between them. June asks him why he became a copper. Gabriel insists it was fate that lead him straight to her. June isn't happy and asks again why. June insists that it was Gabriel who attacked her and then pretended to save her the night of Jim's wedding - and that he joined the police to get to her, asking why he'd do that. Gabriel is lost for words but before he can cover they have to take the victims statement. June later demands to know the answer. He asks why - and she pulls out the birth certificate. "Well say something! Anything! I need to know! Gabriel, I need to know if you're my son!" she shouts as he hides in the toilet.

Dean updates June that a white van that potentially belongs to her suspect has been found and she speeds out of the hospital grounds, leaving Gabriel behind. She meets Jim at the scene and he asks if she's spoken to Gabriel - because he's arrived at the scene and is standing behind her. Gabriel agrees that they need to talk, and says that yes - he is her son and that he intentially tracked her down and that he set out to seduce her from the off. June looks like she wants to vomit on the spot. She says it's the sickest, most revolting thing she can think of. He thanks her, saying he's proud of it and he's enjoying her sickened reaction.

June tells him that Jim told her - and that he found from Smithy and Gina. She tells him she gave him away because "you Gabriel are the child born of sexual assault." He simply laughs in her face. She tells him she felt nothing for him from the moment she found out to the moment she gave birth to him. Then backtracks that for the moment she held him it was the only moment she ever felt happy in her life and that she's never gotten over letting it go and giving her son away.

June crying seems to break him and he says that he's sorry and she doesn't deserve it. He goes on to confess that Robert Ackland was her son and renamed Gabriel Kent - but that's not him. He says it's all a lie and he's been impersonating him. "I think you're insane." "You've nothing to fear from me, June!" he insists as he tries to kiss her and she manages to break away. She doesn't run towards the two police cars where they'd been though - oh no... she runs into an abandoned factory - as you do - with Gabriel following her. He shouts after her with her begging him to leave her alone and confesses that Gabriel - Robert - was adopted by his parents. His real name is David Kent. The real Gabriel blames himself for their parents death and went abroad after applying for the police. David/Fake Gabriel took his place and completed the training. He wanted to punish June for his parents adopting her son and doting on him. He left the Navy before he got kicked out whilst the real Gabriel soared through the ranks. The real Gabriel became obsessed with finding his real mother and stormed out the house after a row. Their parents followed him out - only to die in a car crash. He blames June for all of it. He doesn't want her to tell on him because he believes he's finally found something he's good at. She tells him he's pure evil and that she's going to tell Gina. He tells her he could go to jail. "I hope they throw away the key!"

When June arrives at the station, Gina has too much happening with Des and Cameron's kidnapping to be able to talk to her there and then. Gabriel tracks her down at the station and begs for him to hear her out. She orders him away from her and he leaves as Jim is stood with them. June tries to tell Gina but she's still too busy. Gabriel tries again for her him out and asks if she enjoyed their relationship. She refuses to turn the clock back and forgive him. He begs her to let him prove he's worth redemption and learn from her what it takes to be a good man because he loves her.

#Episode 193 #Gabriel Kent #Todd Carty #June Ackland #Trudie Goodwin #Alex Walkinshaw #Dale Smith #Smithy #Jim Carver #Mark Wingett #Smiffina #Smiffinalong #the bill

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Some little Haku-Koku nonsensical super messy talk

Want to see & read some huge nonsensical mess? Then, welcome!

Ok... thinking about this... can't stop doing so, really....

........ Huh? You have a one just like it? Or... is it the 'form-shifting' trick that made you not realize what it is from the first glance? (bye-bey to my little 'white' crane red Haku fantasy, haha.. this thing came to me just now...! The crane shape thingy seems connected to 'Tsukasa' specifically?)

Was he shocked upon realizing what red koku truly is & who it belongs to OR from hearing Tsukasa's voice? Hmm... well..... um...... red koku was used in there right....? Don't know how to say it.... shouldn't it turn out like this....?

Or..... it's not the fire thingy nor that thing that gets red Haku to react... maybe this is the catch?

Is red koku used in the process of changing the rumors in some way...? Alongside the mysterious radio? Hmm... and it's cool... Hanako's knife was able to cut red koku... while Teru's fest and exorcism stuff did nothing... why is that?

Though, it's cool it did a fiery show right after both things happened. In one of them... it was indeed too cool... revealed someone... too fascinating to say the least....

Gotta say... I love that little pose of his... red koku looks cool in there, unlike in the Teru one... and... I have to say... such a cool first introduction... woooh....! Ah... talking a bit more about Teru in this situation... when he fought Hanako in the past, he separated him from blue Hako... so he won't become 'not an evil spirit' as Hanako puts it... on the train... he was already using it... yet Teru managed to work around it somehow?

He could work around blue Haku... yet couldn't work around red Koku... well.. it was Hanako using it... not blue Haku itself. Ah... speaking about that... what is blue koku for btw? We've never seen it in some 'special' use of its own before? Does it have some special use we will learn in the future... make you think...

Ah... speaking about Tsukasa (a yorishiro/ a sacred thing) a bit more... later on... Nene was able to do some damage to him... why? Is it: 1/ She is a special priestess/kannagi as it was said so... she purified him in some way... but... can a yorishiro be purified? Is a yorihsiro even considered an evil spirit? ........... 2/ Because it's Nene (being the current kanagi) ... she can work around yorishiros just fine... not only by peeling off their 'seals' ..... 3/ Or... he (and red koku) was just too weak by then... ehhhhh........ -aaaah... while Tsukasa was supposedly asleep in Hanako's boundary... were his kokujoudai asleep, too? ehhh... too little is known about these things....

hmm... won't lose anything so let's think about this as well.....

............ who are those with 'unsealed Hanako'? Haku (why not white?) ? Koku? Both fused together? ......... too confusing.... too confusing......

................. The mystery of Hako & koku is truly something...... * will share this fun thought that came to me some time ago, Tsukasa & Amane are twins... 2 halves of the same thing... hmm... in that light... wouldn't it feel nice if Hako & koku were like... 'twins' ... 2 parts of the same thing...? thing is... they are 4...... the 2 blue together & the 2 red ones together??? ...........

Don't really want to include the anime stuff in here but... this thing is too hard for me to ignore.... for some reason.... Soooo.... Have it before I leave.

#I don't know what I'm talking about #anyway...#ended up making this #it serves its purpose of being a thing to contain my messy thoughts on this topic so far well. so that's good

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Week 26 Transcript

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Intro

Extra extra, read all about it! Welcome to the Empire’s Recap, and today we will be going over the chaos and drama of our (somewhat) respected rulers!

This week is rather short - the run up to and through the winter holidays had everyone busy, but the dramatics never stop on the Hermit slash Empires server, and we’ll all see you next year!

Pix

We begin with Pixlriffs at a loss for words.

It seems that Docm77 has somehow managed to bring the actual Ender Dragon into the overworld, and Pix is reminded that even he never knows what will happen on Hermitcraft.

Doc says the dragon is “safe” right now, but Pix is giving it a wide berth, just in case.

Instead, he’s heading out to meet up with Zedaph, who wants some help with his next custom advancement (or Zedvancement). Time to answer the absolutely new age-old question: how many pigs can you chain together with leads and riders?

Pix loves finding out the answer to ridiculous questions, so he agrees to help put the pigs through their paces. He has the idea for a swimming pool, and in his need for prismarine, he turns to Gem, who is familiar enough with both of their shenaniganery to not question it.

[GEM] Yeah, you guys are so weird. Alright, I’ll help!

[NARRATOR] She shows him to the farm, and Pix promises an IOU - though unlike those he’s been giving the other Hermits, he can’t simply return to Empires and escape paying Gem, since. You know, she’s there too.

Returning to Zedaph, the swimming pool becomes the center of an obstacle course planned for the army of pigs. Pixlriffs leads them on a test run, riding Piggs-lriffs, and it all goes well until the fire section, which is more effective if the leader is Pig-less-riffs.

The two of them build a massive diving board to dangle a chain of pigs from - over the water so a broken lead doesn’t become a perished piggy - clean a few pillagers out of the pigpen, and wrangle a mix of 11 other Hermits and Emperors to name and saddle up their hogs. And then begins the piggening.

It turns out their dangling plan only works two pigs deep, but most of the pigs are unhurt, besides a little sogginess. The obstacle course is, well, I’m not sure if more successful is the word, but it’s certainly a lot of fun - and hey, free barbecue at the end with your trophy!

Pix stays around long enough to see the real trophy be put in the Hall of Zedvancements, and holds onto his own copy. This really does belong in a museum.

Sausage

Speaking of History, The King of Hermycraf spends his week getting his affairs in order. Namely, passing the ownership of his Crastle to Zombiecleo, should he ever leave the server and be unable to return.

[CLEO] Right, right

[SAUSAGE] Yeah

[CLEO] Sausage.

[SAUSAGE] I got it. I will sign this.

[CLEO] Just…

[SAUSAGE, READING ALOUD] I, MythicalSausage, hereby give the Crastle to ZombieCleo in the event I leave the server.

[SAUSAGE] Ok perfect, I will sign this.

[CLEO] Just sign the book, close it

[CUB] I think that’s—

[CLEO] And it’s legally binding!

[CUB AND JOE IN THE BACKGROUND]

[CLEO] I feel like this is gonna backfire

[SAUSAGE] And done! Legally binding contract in the event I leave and- and unable to return! With lore.

[NARRATOR] News travels quickly around the server, and so Sausage gets a little lost looking for the Perimeter so he can pet the dragon! Luckily Gem gives him directions and Sausage is astounded by the size of the place, let alone the dragon!

Dragons aren’t the only thing on his mind though! It’s nearly Christmas time and his Secret Santa has delivered! Cubfan has gifted Sausage a kaleidoscope of color and it certainly is an explosion!

[SAUSAGE] Can I die in there?

[TOTEM POPPING NOISE]

[SAUSAGE] AH!

[SAUSAGE] OK its fine! No, I don’t want to die! I’m good!

[NARRATOR] After baiting Grian to check out the present he left for Scar last week, he and hOtGuy decide to burn Jimmy's house. Nothing like arson to warm you up in a snowy mountain.

Around Pearl's area, he finds the spot she reserved for him. Sausage jumps into a timelapse to build a funky observatory while being observed by funky aliens.

He decides he wants a way to communicate with Pearl when he goes home, so he visits Sanctuary for materials. He discovers the portal is shrinking, so an inter-dimensional communicator is definitely in order. He gathers his materials from Sanctuary, checking on Hermes while he’s there, and brings back the essence of Sanctuary. Mixing his head and Pearl’s head with the essence of Sanctuary turns out to create a robot named Sunny, placed outside his observatory. He's very cute.

Joel

Sunny isn’t the only new kid on the block this week; Joel is back to his childmaking ways, and this week, he has two new children after a mistletoe incident with Oli and the ensuing forced marriage. Mandy Mane and Rat Ruck soon disappear, but Joel seems to have bigger concerns: his furry arc has ended after his carved pumpkin cat ears have returned to their original form.

[SCOTT] You placed your cat ears?

[GENERAL SOUNDS OF SADNESS]

[JOEL] AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[NARRATOR] Luckily, Joel's Secret Santa has arrived with a scavenger hunt to distract him from his loss. Starting from the Christmas Village, he is led to the ufo at the spawn village, then to Scarland, where he gets a surprise. He then arrives at the rift in search of his present, only to find an empty present box that had already been opened by Grian. Joel tracks Grian down, and after some searching, recovers the raw gold from his present.

Their conversation then turns to the shrinking rift portal, and they decide that it may be best to let the other empires know it's time to head home.

[JOEL] Maybe… Ill go tell all the other emperors that, maybe that’s a sign.

[NARRATOR] Before he leaves Hermitcraft though, Joel needs to finish the Empire's Christmas tree, and decorate it. While decorating, Sausage drops by to help out, and discuss the rift.

[JOEL] Lovely, lovely jubbly,

[SAUSAGE] I like it!

[JOEL] As we say in England.

[SAUSAGE] That’s what they do say in England, yes! I’ve heard..

[JOEL] You’ve heard, yeah.

[SAUSAGE] Rumours! Yes. And---

[VERY LOUD BEEP]

[JOEL] …Ok well that’s not going—

[BOTH LAUGH]

[NARRATOR] Tree finished, Joel returns home through the rift to Empires, and flies back to his beloved Stratos.

Scott

Stratos’s next door neighbor Scott Smajor is making the most out of Hermitcraft, and it hasn’t stopped him from making everywhere he lives cute! Scott gives a tour of his new Scarland apartment, including the under-the-stairs room for Jimmy!

Now it’s time for an adventure at spawn, since there’s apparently an Empires Christmas village and a Secret Santa for Scott to get involved in!

Scott’s Secret Santa is Joel and - finding a Christmas hat along the way - he decides to do a scavenger hunt! Each of the clues are hidden around the server, and in the end Joel gets… coal. And some raw gold, but mostly coal.

Gem takes a visit to Scarland and Scott takes her around his new apartment, before she declares she needs to murder him.

[GEM] Oh I love it, you’ll have to come see my house at some point! This is awesome!

[SCOTT] Yeah!

[GEM] Ah.

[NARRATOR] Scott allows her to murder him as he wants one of his own heads to hand in for Cleo’s statue project in the Christmas Village, before Gem offers to let him see the head room in her base!

Not to pass up an opportunity, Scott asks to be put pride of place in the ceiling cage of the dungeon.

[SCOTT] Scott in a cage, what will he do! Wait, that feels oddly familiar…

[GEM] Nothing, he’ll do nothing, he’s trapped there now. That’s all.

[SCOTT] Me and you in a dungeon, feels oddly familiar Gem.

[NARRATOR] Gem’s base may not have much of an interior besides the dungeon, but she does have diamond decor that Scott tries to steal and he also breaks a window on his way out.

Remember that under-the-stairs room for Jimmy? Well that was made as Jimmy had left a sign trying to claim Scott’s apartment for his own - Scott, of course, decides if he gives Jimmy his own room he’ll stop trying to claim the whole apartment.

He’s right.

When Jimmy and some visitors come over Jimmy is delighted to learn of his new, fully-furnished room in Scarland under the stairs.

[JIMMY] It’s even got my head! Wait, how did you get my head? Wait.

[SCOTT] Don’t ask questions about that.

[NARRATOR] Some more highlights included from the big stream night is Scott getting his very own hotguy bow, and Oli dying.

Meanwhile, in Chromia…

[BIRDS CHIRP]

[LLAMA NOISE]

[LOUD WOOSHING NOISE]

Jimmy

The opposition rises to Scott’s new apartment as Jimmy begins his week in Scarland where he has been arguing over the prime real estate. However, the two have reconciled and agreed to share the apartment as Jimmy discovered Scott built him a room in the building.

After a brief tour of the Empires Christmas base, Jimmy is presented with his Secret Santa. The Secret Santa in question is Oli, whose extravagant nature is not missed by Jimmy as he receives two discs from the ‘Olipod’ which plays Christmas music specially curated for the Sheriff.

[THE FIRST BARS OF “THE REAL SLIM SHADY” BY EMINEM PLAY]

[JIMMY LAUGHS]

[RECORDING OLI] May I have your attention please. May I have your attention please. Will the real sheriff please stand up.

[JIMMY] Yeah I’ll stand, I’ll stand!

[OLI] He’s standing! He’s standing!

[RECORDING OLI] Will the real sheriff please stand up.

[NARRATOR] Jimmy’s ears are also blessed by an improv song from Oli and Sausage about Mumbo.

Turns out while everyone was having a great time singing Christmas carols, Scott and Joel knew the rift was slowly closing and headed back to Empires. Except, they forgot to tell everyone else and now the portal is only one block wide. Jimmy’s solution to all this is to stay on Hermitcraft but alas, that is impossible.

The Sheriff’s week concludes by drinking his last festive beverage on Hermitcraft, saying goodbye to his new Hermit friends, and hopping back through the rift to Empires. After that ordeal, Jimmy is back to his original form - he’s a small toy again.

Outro

And with that, join us next week for more chaos and shenanigans! Thank you for watching, liking, and subscribing, and thanks to everyone helping with the project, check them all out below!

#empires recap #empires season 2 recap #transcript

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eyndr-stories · 2 years

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Chester and the Jesters (FNAF SB fanfic) C9 - Together

In Summary:

The new tech sure does seem a little strange. Chester (at least, that's what their name tag says) doesn't seem as concerned as they should be about the high turnover rate here at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, or the numerous rumors about what happens to people who take the night shift. And to make matters worse, there seems to be some kind of criminal on the loose! The cops say they think the criminal is hiding out in the woods somewhere near the pizza-plex. Stress is high at the plex these days, but Chester is stoic as ever. Say, come to think of it, no one can seem to remember where Chester's application went or who they interviewed with. Their employee file is misplaced or missing just like everything else in this place. But the new tech does a good job completing their tasks, and has their own badge and everything, so of course they must belong here. It's not like someone would sneak into the plex and go this far out of their way to impersonate a low level technician. Right??

Things To Know (always read responsibly!):

Biggest warnings are for blood, death, knives, murder, the police, violence, also the OC is at one point hit by lightning. All fun stuff

About 70,000 words in total, 9 chapters, so roughly like. 7,500 words per chapter

This is an OC story, not a reader insert or a self insert! But if you want to imagine otherwise be my guest lol

Angst, fluff

OC x Sun & Moon, there's romance but zero spice

Occasional swearing

Heavy focus on Sun and Moon but most of the rest of the gang is there too :)

Afton doesn't exist, sorry peepaw, Vanessa is here but she's very chill. She's a kickass gamer girl lmao

Moon does an attempted murder but its fine. He's just a lil guy ok

OC uses they/them and also sign language most of the time

Impersonation, lying. There's also manipulation. Yall I wasn't kidding about the angst

There's also a lot of focus on how they're all robots, very cool robots with feelings lol

That's all I can think of, as always please lmk if I should add anything!

Ao3 Link: Right here!

Start reading here: Chapter 1

Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

C9 - Together

Sometimes, when experiencing new feelings, Sun and Moon worked to learn what they could do to avoid the feeling. Oftentimes, things didn't feel right, like running a program they weren't designed to support. Like nonexistent code trying its darndest to run itself and somehow succeeding. A lot of the time, it was overwhelming. They simply weren't wired for it, processors struggling and failing to keep up. Yet they would feel anyways. Sometimes it was like errors that never read as errors, there was a sense of it being wrong, yet they could do nothing about it being there regardless, no matter what they did.

This time, however... This time they couldn't get enough.

Moon held Chester's hand the whole way back to the daycare. Fans were whirring desperately as processors did their best. There was that sense of wrongness about it, but neither Moon or Sun cared. The feeling was overwhelming, but they didn't mind.

"It's like when our systems start to overheat, but everywhere. It's like… when one of the kids draws a picture for us, but so much… bigger," Sun rambled.

Moon accessed a memory file. He’d been in parts and service a long while ago, after a kid had managed to jam a crayon into their elbow joint, upset about the fact that he had to stop coloring and take a nap. The technician had been especially talkative, and had rambled at length about a new romantic partner they were seeing.

"They're so sweet and considerate, I just adore them," the technician had said. It was the way they'd smiled as they said it that had stuck with Moon.

Adoration. That's what this was. Moon focused on the pressure readings in his hand, focused on the signals from his sensors. He studied the way Chester's typically neutral expression was softened into a light smile. He made several backup files of this newest memory file.

Moon still felt apprehensive about holding Chester's hand, but the way his sensors were lighting up was damn near addicting.

"Let me out? Please please please??" Sun pleaded as they made it to the daycare.

"You can come out when the lights go on. The building will be open soon," Moon mumbled, his volume turned too low for Chester to hear.

"Mooooooooon!" Sun whined.

"Wait your turn."

"You've been out all night long!"

Moon turned to Chester, who sat down heavily on the padded floor. He sat himself down next to them, settling his hands in his slap. Sun continued to complain while Moon ignored him.

"This whole night has been… a lot." Chester rubbed their face under their glasses. Pressing their cold fingers over their eyes felt nice. They let out a long breath and continued to sign. "And things aren't over yet. I need to figure out… what comes next."

Moon tilted his head, causing the bell on his nightcap to jingle as it swung with the motion. "What do you mean?"

"Well. I think it's time for me to come clean. I'm not a real technician, I can't keep pretending to be one like this. It's only a matter of time until I'm in over my head and I mess things up. That's been made especially clear, after tonight," Chester signed.

"You still fixed us, didn't you?" Moon could feel something different creeping in.

"Yeah, but… I'm just sort of... Getting by. I don't really understand things as well as I should, as well as all of you deserve. Changing lightbulbs is one thing, but repairing you guys… I shouldn't be taking any risks when there's so much at stake." Chester remembered thinking Moon might die. Even though they'd managed to fix him, they hated how they'd only just barely managed to do so.

"So… what does this mean? What are you… going to do?" Moon asked. It felt like apprehension, but it was different. It was… unpleasant distress over the possibility of an unfavorable outcome. Like his new battery was somehow on the fritz. Like lightning in his belly.

Chester signed slowly. "I have to tell the truth. Explain that I don't belong here, and I never did. And I have to accept the consequences."

Moon didn't like this. Not one bit. That wonderful feeling from before was still there, but now there was this horrible fear along with it. Fear that he might loose the source of that wonderful feeling. "What if you didn't?"

"You'd rather I keep lying to everyone?"

Moon tugged at the ribbons on his wrists. "We would rather you stay. If you tell the truth, you might not be able to stay." A thought occurred to Moon, then. He recalled their earlier conversation with Chester, before everything had gone down. They'd mentioned leaving, and had asked what Moon would do if they left. When he spoke, there was static in his voice. "Do you… want to leave? You don't want to stay?"

Chester wanted nothing more than to stay. They let out a long breath. They scooted closer to Moon and leaned against him, slumping against his side. Moon entirely stilled under them. "I'm just so tired, Moon. Nothing would make me happier than to be able to stay. But I just can't keep going on like this."

Moon felt something that reminded him a lot of how it felt to hurt. It was different than system errors or clumsy repairs, though. It was more like realizing their last update had a bug, and knowing that they had to just sit with it and wait and hope the next update would fix it. "…I understand."

"I'm sorry," Chester signed.

"Don't be sorry," Moon mumbled. "We don't want you to feel bad. If you need to do this, then we understand."

Chester's heart hurt. They leaned more heavily into Moon. "If things don't go great… I'm going to miss you two. So much."

Moon's arm twitched. He wanted to wrap Chester in a hug (Sun was even yelling at him to do so) but he couldn't. He remained entirely still. Instead, he started to play his music box.

Chester listened as Moon played a soft little lullaby for them. They closed their eyes and focused on everything about this moment. Moon's casing, slightly warm from the mechanisms working inside. The quiet whir of his fans. The way his music box sounded so soft behind his faceplate, as if he was humming. They wanted to hold onto this memory, just in case.

They sat there together, Moon playing his lullaby and Chester listening quietly, until the lights came on. Moon shivered below them. Chester quickly sat up, giving him space to change.

The first thing Sun did when he was done changing was pull Chester into a hug. He held them tightly, like he never planned on letting them go.

“I can’t convince you to stay with us, can I?” Sun asked.

“No. I’m sorry,” Chester mumbled, their hands currently occupied with returning Sun’s hug.

Sun squeezed them a little tighter. “…What if I can’t let you go?”

“The daycare will open eventually. You have to take care of the kids,” Chester said. “I need to catch miss Garcia or mister Baxter before they get started for the day.”

“What if… what if we just…” Sun faltered.

“We have to let them go, Sun.”

Sun sighed, the sound full of static. Slowly, he loosened his arms from around Chester. When Chester hesitated, he nearly tightened his hold again, but resisted. Finally, Chester pulled away.

Chester wanted to say something. They raised their hands, but there were no words. Chester’s eyes threatened to tear up again.

They couldn’t say anything more, and they had to leave. So, without another word, Chester left the daycare, Sun’s gaze on their back.

As they marched back through familiar unknowable halls, Chester’s mind swam with the things they’d left unsaid. They wondered if they’d ever see Sun and Moon again. Those two had come to mean so much to them, and there was a chance they’d never see the two of them again.

Chester breathed and focused, finding resolve in their decision. They had to come clean. It was the right thing to do.

Chester found Rosa in the employee stock room. She’d just clocked in and was grabbing her faz-phone from its charger.

“Hey, there you are. Are you alright?” Rosa asked.

“I’m fine. I need to talk with you, if that’s alright,” Chester signed.

Rosa nodded. “About last night, right? There was an officer waiting for me by the door, asking to speak with the night shift employee. Apparently there was some kind of incident here last night? I told the officer you’d probably already clocked out. When he left I noticed all the other cops in the parking lot were gone. Do you know what happened?”

Chester nodded. Rosa waited patiently while Chester collected themself. She took a long drink from her coffee thermos.

“There was an intruder here last night. He was here looking for me,” Chester started.

“For you?? Why?”

Chester sighed. “Let me explain from the beginning. There’s something I need to come clean about.” Chester told their story for the second time. They summarized everything a bit quicker this time around. By the time they were done, Rosa looked wide awake for the first time since Chester had known her.

Rosa stared at Chester for a long moment when they were finished. It was certainly a lot to take in. “So… Anthony came after you to try and kill you last night.”

Chester nodded.

“Are you… okay? I mean, obviously he didn’t get very far, did he? But you’re alright?” Rosa asked.

“I’ve been better,” Chester admitted.

Rosa nodded. “Do you want some time off? I can get Lance to cover your shifts, he’s got less overtime than I do. So don’t worry about leaving us short staffed.”

Chester stopped for a moment to rewind the conversation, double checking that, yes, they had told her that they’d originally snuck into the plex and were not actually a legitimate technician. “Time off??” Maybe they hadn’t heard her right?

“…You’re not wanting to quit, are you Chester? The other managers are doing their best to get other people back on the night shift again, so you don’t have to worry about the lack of security for much longer,” Rosa said.

Chester was entirely baffled. “I… I’m not. Fired?? Miss Garcia, I broke into the building and have been impersonating a technician for two months. Chester isn’t even my real name.”

Rosa sighed. “I can give you an interview if you want. But we really can’t afford to loose such a good worker right now. I’m not about to press any charges against you, and I doubt upper management would want me to anyways. We can make you a new name tag.”

Chester shook their head. What the hell was happening?? “But I’m not a tech! I don’t know what I’m doing!” When they’d imagined how this conversation would go down, they didn’t even consider that they’d have to try and convince Rosa to fire them.

“Half the people we hire lie outrageously and obviously on their resumes.” Rosa rolled her eyes. “If they really do more harm than help, then we let them go. But you’ve been a huge help around here. If you really weren’t good enough for the job, we would have let you go ages ago. I don’t know how you picked things up so fast but you’ve been completing your tasks, and I haven’t once had to reassign one of your completed tasks.”

“But- but I still don’t know half the things I’m supposed to, I didn’t go to school for this, all I know is what I’ve gathered while on the job and what I've read in the technical books,” Chester gestured to the shelf of books near the back of the room. “And even then, I can’t figure out half of the terms!”

Rosa sighed and rolled her eyes. That tired look had settled back over her now. “Look, if it really means that much to you, let me give you a proper interview.”

Chester, confused and entirely lost, hesitantly agreed. They followed Rosa back up through the halls and into her office.

Chester had imagined they’d be tossed in the back of a police cruiser by now, or at least kicked out on the street. By all means, they really should have been at least kicked out. They entered the office behind Rosa in a daze. Rosa motioned for them to sit across the desk from her. They complied, moving on autopilot. They wrung their hands together as they sat down heavily in the same chair they'd first sat in months ago.

“Right.” Rosa cleared her throat and picked up a clipboard. She rifled through the desk for a pen. “So. Let’s take a look at your qualifications.”

“I don’t have a college degree or anything. I barely graduated high school,” Chester signed.

Rosa shrugged. “I don’t have a degree myself. I did take a class over at the community college, though. Do you have any experience working as a technician?”

“Technically, I’ve got two months of experience. If that even counts?”

Rosa made a note on her clipboard. “Mmhmm. Very good. And do you have any experience in Fazbear Entertainment electronics and hardware specifically? We have our own line or arcade machines, not to mention the animatronics, of course.”

“Again, technically, but-“

“Two months of prior experience. Well, things are looking good so far.” Rosa scribbled something on her clipboard. “Do you have experience with typical repair tools? Screwdrivers, soldering gun, wrenches, ratchets, etcetera?”

Chester sighed. “Yes, I do.”

“Do you think you’re capable of handling the day to day responsibilities the job entails? This includes typical maintenance, running check up diagnostics, making installations, and general repair. All hardware of course, everything software related goes to the upper management offices.”

“I… I mean…” Chester paused. Their initial reaction was to say no, of course they didn’t feel capable. They lacked a lot of basic important knowledge. But with a lot of things, they understood enough to get by, or at least enough to be able to figure out what the problem in need of fixing was. “For some things, yes. But other things, like animatronic repair, or anything too technically complicated or… too important to mess up, no.”

Rosa made another note. “I see. And why is it that you want this job?”

“Originally I was hiding out from the authorities.”

“And now?” Rosa asked.

“Now…” Chester thought back over their time here. They thought about everything they’d learned, and how nice it felt to figure out how to fix something. It felt nice not only to be able to help out, but to do the best they could and have it pay off. “Honestly, I like the work. I like working with my hands, and I like the satisfaction of fixing things and learning how things work. I like the people here, too.”

Rosa made a few more marks on the clipboard, her pen scratching quickly over the paper. “Well, Chester. You sound like the perfect fit for this job. Let me offer you a deal; you stay on as a technician and i’ll work with Lance to tweak your task list, so you’ll handle most if not all of the grunt work around here. All easy stuff no one wants to do because it’s boring or tedious. A lot of the stuff you’ve been doing, actually, but from now on that’d be all you’re doing. Nothing too complicated. In the meantime, you can train under me during your day shifts and I’ll teach you everything I know. Sort of like an informal apprenticeship. What do you say?”

Chester didn’t have any words to say anything with at all. They were fucking floored.

Is this. Real??

Rosa was looking at them. Her expression was serious. Chester considered their options.

…There weren’t a whole lot of options. Even if there were, there wasn’t any version of things where this wasn’t the best option. Chester would have to be an idiot to turn it down.

“…Are you sure?” Chester asked.

“Positive. I see in you a great deal of potential. Besides, we really need to keep you on staff.” Rosa smiled.

“Well then… alright,” Chester signed. “You’ve got a deal.”

Rosa’s smile grew and she shook Chester’s hand. “Great. I’ll talk to Lance and fill him in. Did you want some time off or will you be here for your shift tonight?”

“I’ll be here,” Chester signed. They technically still did not have anywhere else to live. They’d have to figure that out soon. They’d been expecting to have been sleeping in a jail cell from here on out.

“Great. We’ll have your tasks worked out by then,” Rosa promised. She set her clipboard aside, revealing the paper she’d been ‘taking notes’ on was covered in doodles. “And hey… keep up the good work.”

Still in a sort of daze, Chester saw themself out of the office. They stood in the hall and stared at the floor for a solid minute. They barely noticed as Cappy and their security bot friend rolled past, the two of them still hand in hand.

Slowly, it started to sink in. They hadn’t been arrested. They hadn’t even been fired. They could keep working here. They could stay.

Chester’s feet started to move. They made their way out into the main building. They passed a few tired employees, just starting their shifts for the day. The building wasn’t open to the public yet, but the overhead speakers had started to play cheery pop music on a low volume. All the lights were on, adding to the surreal experience of it all. Between Chester’s daze and the weird emptiness of the illuminated halls, they felt like they were dreaming.

Their feet carried them at last back to the daycare. Once the grand double doors were in sight, the daze started to subside. In its place came something giddy. Chester’s heart was pounding as they reached the doors. They stepped inside the daycare.

Sun had been heading towards the doors when Chester stepped inside. He froze mid-stride, gaze locked on Chester.

Chester smiled when they saw him. They almost felt dizzy. “I wasn’t fired.” They laughed, still hardly able to believe it. They quickly explained their talk with Rosa, and the interview they’d had.

Sun approached slowly, as if he were afraid Chester would vanish if he moved too suddenly. “You can stay??”

Chester nodded. “I’m staying.”

Sun couldn’t hold back anymore. He pulled Chester into a tight hug, swinging them from side to side. He started to laugh, and as the happiness overcame him, he started to dance and twirl Chester around in dizzying circles.

Chester held on tight, grinning like a goof. For the first time in their life, they felt so incredibly lucky. Through some twist of fate or coincidence or happenstance or whatever the hell it was, they were here. They could stay.

Sun eventually calmed down, though he didn’t let Chester go just yet, swaying with them instead. “When you left, Moon and I, we were so sad. It was even worse than when I’d felt it before. We thought we’d never get to see you again, and we’d never be able to tell you what you mean to us both.”

“I actually felt the same sort of way. It was so hard, to stick with my morals and carry through with my decision. I wanted to tell you two something important, but I knew I shouldn’t, especially if I was never going to see you two again,” Chester said.

Sun finally set Chester down. He looked down at them carefully. His grin was as steady as ever, but his posture was uncertain, nervous. He fiddled with the ribbons at his wrists. “You… wanted to tell us something??”

Chester nodded. They couldn’t keep it in any longer. Not after everything that had happened, not after nearly loosing their chance to ever even see the two of them again. Chester took a deep breath. “You and Moon have come to mean so much to me. I care about you two a lot. It’s not just that I like spending time with you two and talking and playing games, but also… I like you both. I… I want to be friends, but I also want to be… more.”

Sun had to resist immediately grabbing Chester up in another hug. “We want that too!!”

“Really?!”

Sun nodded enthusiastically. “You mean more to us than anyone has ever meant to us before, and we like you so much that sometimes it hurts, but its such a wonderful way to hurt. We adore you. You’re so, so special to us. We don’t often understand or even tolerate it very well when we feel things, but if there’s one thing we’re both sure of its that for you we feel something that we’ve never felt for anyone else before. Its overwhelming and wonderful and it feels even better knowing you feel the same. Are you sure you feel the same?? Really truly?”

Chester smiled. “I really do.” They could feel a warmth in their cheeks from Sun's words.

“You don’t mind that we don’t know at all what we’re doing? Or that it won’t be the same as with a human? Because we can’t quite feel things for you the way a human could. But we can feel for you in our own way,” Sun said.

“I know. I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Chester assured. “Honestly, I don’t really know what I’m doing either. I don’t have a whole lot of experience, but I at least know without a doubt that my feelings for the two of you are resolute. And if you’re both willing to give me a shot, then I’m more than happy to do the same.”

“We can be clueless together?” Sun offered. He held a hand out to Chester, halfway between them.

Chester laughed, the sound light and happy. They took Sun’s hand. “I’d love that.”

~~~

“Vanessa, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Vanessa leaned back in her chair, giving Chester her full attention. It was just the two of them in the break room today. They’d decided to share a pizza again, but Chester had yet to touch their half of the pie.

“Oh, it’s the big thing, isn’t it?” Vanessa asked, sensing the mood had changed to something more serious.

“Big thing?”

“Yeah, you know. Your big secret. You’re finally going to tell me?” Vanessa prompted.

“You know I’ve got a big secret??” Chester had thought they’d been doing an alright job of hiding it, but apparently not.

“Of course I do. The ghosts love to gossip. They’ve got nothing else to do, ya know?” Vanessa waved a hand. “Lets have it then, you’ve kept me waiting for long enough!”

“Okay… Alright, here it is. I’m not really a technician. I broke into the plex two months ago and put on a uniform so I could sneak back out unnoticed, but then everyone thought I was a tech, and since the cops were after me I played along so I could hide out here. The cops that were staked out in the parking lot were looking for me,” Chester started.

Vanessa continued to stare at them expectantly.

“…I’m not joking. Chester isn’t my real name. I’ve been living in hiding here at the plex for two months. I’ve been lying to you,” Chester signed.

“Mmhmm. I know.” Vanessa nodded.

“You… know.”

“Yeah, I’ve known since the beginning. Is that… it? That’s all? There’s nothing else?” Vanessa asked.

“Nothing else?? What do you mean you knew since the beginning?!”

“The ghosts, remember? They told me all about you sneaking in and how you’ve been sleeping in the daycare attendant’s room above the daycare. But they all love you, you’re very entertaining. Its like watching a soap opera for them.” Vanessa smiled. "Also! Cappy tried to get me to fire you at one point and said you'd snuck into the plex. They really didn't appreciate cleaning up your messes."

“You… knew?? The whole time?” Chester shook their head. They were reeling from this. “You knew I was hiding out here from the police, who were after a wanted murderer. And you not only said nothing, but decided to be friends with me??”

“Yeah.” Vanessa shrugged. “What can I say, I thought it was entertaining too. Besides, I knew you weren’t a murderer. I once saw you apologize to the wall after bumping into it. And that was before I told you the building had feelings.” Vanessa laughed.

Chester remembered that embarrassing moment, way back when they'd first started working here, before they'd made the deal with Sun to stay in the daycare. They'd been either staying up all night reading technician books or sleeping in the little employee uniform closet and, needless to say, they hadn't exactly been well rested. Once they’d realized they’d apologized to a wall they’d looked all around to see if they were being watched. They hadn’t seen anyone, and had thought they were alone at the time. Apparently someone had been watching after all.

“You should know the cops aren’t out there looking for you anymore. Apparently they caught someone else, and his prints match the prints on the murder weapon, and from what I hear the guy eventually fessed up to the murder, not too long after they brought him in,” Vanessa said.

Chester nodded slowly. “His name is Anthony.”

“That’s the guy who broke in, right?? Everyone’s only heard rumors and the ghosts all tell it differently. Pleeease tell me what happened?” Vanessa clasped her hands together. “I’ll buy you some onion rings!”

“I was going to tell you anyways.” Chester took a moment, then retold their whole story once more, starting from the very beginning, elaborating more on how they’d gotten the job at first, then explaining everything that had happened the night Anthony had shown up. They also told Vanessa about how they’d come clean to Rosa, who hadn’t fired them.

“Ohh, so that’s why you’ve been shadowing Rosa! I thought she was training you to become a manager. That’s what everyone else assumed,” Vanessa said. “Man. Wow, that’s a lot. Hey, if you want, I could recommend a really good therapist, I’ve been seeing her for years now. She’s really nice.”

Chester picked at the edge of the pizza box. “You know, I might actually take you up on that sometime. It’ll have to come later, though. There’s some other things I need to figure out. I want to look into taking some technical courses at the community college soon. Right now I need to figure out a place to stay. As much as I love spending time with the daycare attendant, I can’t keep sleeping in the daycare forever. I miss sleeping in a bed. I miss having my own place. When I worked for mister Joseph, he put me up in different hotels around town. I wasn’t exactly on direct deposit, so I couldn’t provide proof of income to any apartment complexes. Basically I’ve been technically homeless for a while now.”

“You know… My apartment is a two bedroom. I was originally going to room with a friend, but they flaked out last minute and left me in the lurch. I’ve been trying to find another roomie since, but there’s a lot of weirdoes in this town, ya know? I should know, I’m one of em.” Vanessa laughed. “But what do you say?? Its close enough to walk to work, and there's a nice little pub right around the corner that makes a mean bloody mary.”

Chester’s nose scrunched up. “I was on board until you mentioned the bloody mary.”

Vanessa scoffed. “How dare you. I’m rescinding my offer. Only people with taste allowed in my apartment.” Vanessa stuck her tongue out at Chester.

Chester smiled. “I stand by it.”

“I’m just joking, offer still stands. What do you think??”

“In all seriousness? That’d be absolutely wonderful. You’d really let me room with you??” Chester asked.

“Just pay your share of rent on time and don’t leave the kitchen a mess,” Vanessa said.

“I can do that,” Chester agreed.

Vanessa grinned. “Cool, then it’s settled! I’ll make a copy of the key after work and talk to the agent guy about getting you on the lease. I don’t think you’ve realized it yet, but I’ve just tricked you into being my go-to default bud for when I need binge-watching company. I’m also gonna drag you along on walks. Oh! And there’s a sick little dog park I have to show you too!”

“That all honestly sounds wonderful.” Chester dared to imagine some peaceful normalcy. Real normalcy, not just pretend, with a massive lie looming overhead. They wanted very much to do normal friend things with Vanessa, hang out in coffee shops and bars and play video games and chat. They imagined being roommates, figuring out how to cohabitate together. “Would you mind me bringing guests over from time to time?”

“Course not, so long as you give me a heads up. Why do you ask? Did you have someone in mind?” Vanessa asked.

“I may have… okay, you remember how I said I’d developed certain feelings?” Chester started.

Vanessa’s eyes went wide. “Go on??” she said excitedly.

“Well, I’m. Sort of. In a relationship now.”

“WHAT!!” Vanessa slammed her hands down on the table. “WHY DIDN’T YOU LEAD WITH THIS!! Oh my god that’s great news!”

Chester laughed. “That got more of a reaction from you than the massive secret i’ve been keeping for months.”

“Well I already knew about that.” Vanessa waved a hand nonchalantly. “But seriously, congrats! I take it my advice didn’t pan out?”

“It actually only made things worse.” Chester quickly continued. “Not as in bad worse, it just made me realize I wasn’t enamored with a fantasy.”

“Can I guess who it is?? I think I have an idea,” Vanessa said.

Chester nodded.

“Is it the daycare attendant?” Vanessa guessed. “I know you said there were two crushes, and the daycare attendant has those dual AIs. Plus, with how you've been staying in the daycare, I imagine you've spent quite a lot of time with Sun and Moon.”

“I really can’t hide anything from you, can I?” Chester smiled.

“It��s all that practice looking for golden houses. Nothing gets by me.” Vanessa laughed. “Yeah, you can bring them around whenever you like, they’re both cool in my book.”

“Great. I think they’ll be sad when I move out of the daycare. I know I’m going to miss not having quite as much time with them.”

Vanessa hummed thoughtfully. “Are they allowed to leave? I know there’s been a restriction on the daycare for a while now, but usually the animatronics don’t wander around town regardless. I can only imagine the absolute fit upper management would throw.”

“Sun said he was going to try and talk to upper management soon. I guess if it comes to it I could try to sneak them out.” Chester imagined trying to sneak a seven foot tall animatronic dressed like a jester anywhere.

“Just slap some of those silly disguise glasses on them. You know, with the big nose and the silly mustache? No one will recognize them, surely.”

Chester laughed. “Right. A fool proof plan.”

Chester and Vanessa chatted easily, nearly missing the end of their break. Chester managed to eat a few slices of pizza, once they’d talked everything over with Vanessa. They returned to work, and continued where they left off shadowing Rosa. She’d acquired a new cup of coffee in Chester’s absence and sipped on it between incredibly brief explanations and lessons.

The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough. Chester was eager to get back to the daycare, though they were sure to pay attention to Rosa’s lessons and advice. Mostly, they learned from watching her work through tasks, asking her questions when needed.

Finally, it was time to clock out. Rosa told Chester they’d done well today, even though they’d done very little besides help her out with her tasks.

Chester stepped into the daycare. They smiled as Sun sprang into view, jumping out from behind the corner of a jungle gym and running towards them.

“Hello my dear!! How did your shift go? Did you learn lots of things??” Sun asked after crushing Chester in a standard greeting hug.

“I did, actually. Like how there's apparently a difference between a soldering gun and a soldering iron. How was your day? Any trouble with the kids?” Chester asked.

“Not at all!! And in fact, today was the first day the lights were back to normal! Management let me know this morning that nap time was back in the schedule. Moon was really nervous but he did very well. The kids missed him,” Sun’s cheery disposition faltered as he seemed to realize something. “Oh, but that means the lights will be off all night! I’ll only get an hour with you before it’s Moon’s turn.”

“You’ll still be hanging out, just like how Moon is hanging out with us right now,” Chester pointed out.

“Yeah but it’s different.” Sun folded his arms. “I suppose I’ll just have to make the most of it!”

Apparently, this involved practically cuddling with Chester while trying to play a board game.

"You know, typically the players sit on opposite ends of each other for Mastermind," Chester pointed out. They weren't being serious, of course. They were far too comfortable sitting in Sun's lap, leaning back against him with his legs folded around them.

"That's okay, I remember the colors I picked!" Sun said.

Chester considered their colored pegs. They knew they had two colors right, and they were fairly certain the yellow one was in the right place. They switched out a red peg for a blue one on their next guess and shuffled some of the pegs around into a different order, leaving the yellow where it was.

"Ooooooooh you're so close, but I can't say!!" Sun wiggled excitedly as he set several hint pins into their slots next to Chester's guess. "You're so good at guessing the colors!"

"Don't give it away!" Chester laughed. They kept the colors all the same and changed their positions around.

"I think you'll get it before the lights go out!" Sun commended.

Chester now had all but one peg correct. They looked back at their previous guesses, trying to find which color they were missing. They'd tried pretty much every color… unless the last peg was a repeat color??

"Ah… I've got you all figured out," Chester declared. They replaced the last peg with another yellow one.

Sun flipped open the lid of his original lineup. "You did it!! And you still had four guesses left, good job!"

"Thanks, but you definitely kept giving me all sorts of little hints the whole time." Chester smiled.

"I just can't help but root for you." Sun wrapped his arms around Chester. "Moon's coming out in a little bit. I'm getting in all the hugs I can!"

"Do as you must." Chester accepted their fate with ease. "You mentioned you talked to management, right? Did you happen to talk about leaving the building from time to time?"

"Oh, yes! They said nothing's been decided yet, but they would take it under consideration. We talked about possibly escorted and brief trips into town to start with, and marketing opportunities. Moon is skeptical but I think management will come around!" Sun said.

"I see. Keep me updated, okay?" Chester asked.

"Can do." Sun squeezed Chester lightly. "We're a little scared. About leaving the building. Leaving the daycare! But it's also exciting. And management may only start out by letting the glamrocks outside first. They'll probably have Freddy do test runs. If they even agree to it, that is! I think I'd at least like the option available to me, to leave."

Chester nodded. "That's understandable. I really hope management agrees. Otherwise I'd need to figure out how to jailbreak all of you."

Sun laughed, but Chester had only just barely been joking.

Chester leaned into Sun's hug and sat there with him until the hour changed over, and all the lights turned off for the night.

Chester leaned forwards for just long enough for Moon to finish changing before leaning right back against him. They adjusted when their back met one of the bells on Moon's cape.

"Sun forgot to ask if you had fun," Moon said, his voice soft and quiet.

"I did. I always have fun playing games with him. He gets really into it, it's very cute," Chester signed.

Moon hummed. "Board games are a very serious matter. Not to be taken lightly."

"Of course, of course." Chester noticed how still Moon was in comparison to Sun, who couldn't seem to sit still for the life of him. "Are you okay with me leaning on you like this?"

"Yes." Moon curled ever so slightly tighter around Chester, as if he feared they'd get up. "It's okay. I'm just being careful."

Chester's hand found one of Moon's. They squeezed it gently and gave it a little kiss, square on the back of his hand, before they could second guess the action.

Moon's fans blasted to life. He squeezed Chester's hand back, very gently.

"How's the eye? I haven't heard it click at all," Chester commented.

"It's perfect. Thank you," Moon said. "I'm glad you get to stay. I'm glad you want to stay."

"I'm glad you don't mind me staying."

"Don't mind." Moon huffed. "Don't mind, they say. As if your presence isn't the most marvelous thing to us."

Chester's face felt warm. "Thanks," they mumbled, unsure of what else to say in reply to that.

Moon and Chester sat together in silence for a while. Chester fiddled with Moon's hand, testing all the joints and tracing all the little seams that held him together. If they focused, they could just barely feel the small give in his casing when they pressed down. They could feel the pressure sensors at the tips of his fingers.

"Having fun?" Moon asked.

"Yeah." Chester tilted their head back to look at Moon. "You're very cool."

Moon gazed down at his hand, trying to see whatever it was that Chester seemed to see. "It's just my hand…?"

"Yeah, but its also… intentional. In a way that human hands are by accident."

Moon tilted his head. "…You aren't still suffering from that concussion, are you?"

Chester rolled their eyes. "No. I mean… look at my hand, right?" Chester held up their hand, fingers splayed out. "I grew this hand. No one really made it, it just kinda happened. It grew this way because that's what my DNA told it to do. You could argue that my parents made it, but still, they didn't sit down and gather the materials and craft it by had, piece by piece. No one sat down at a table and designed it, thought about materials, design choices, whatever. It just happened. Accidental. And then take your hand."

Chester took Moon's hand again, holding it gently so it sat palm up in their hands. "Your hand was intentional. It was designed and crafted and built with purpose. It's something someone sat down and put thought into, gathered materials for, and put in the time to craft. It's intentional."

Moon thought about this for a moment. "Is that… good?"

"It's neither good or bad. It's like… if everyone is a piece of art. Unique and wonderful and created somehow one way or another. Then humans are like when trees grow in funny shapes around rocks, or like when weeds brighten the crack of a concrete driveway. Not really intending to have become something messy and unique, but there none the less. And robots are like… the way the ocean tide comes and goes. Like rainfall. Like knowing the stars are always there even if you can't see them. Like, the inevitability behind the old, behind aging. Like the easy way wonderful things are so natural that they're mundane."

"Are you calling me mundane?"

"No." Chester laughed. "What I'm trying to say is that you're marvelous and incredible and you just are despite that. The ocean doesn't know or care that its tides come and go, they just do. Rain just falls, it doesn't care that it's rain or that it waters crops or soaks someone who regrets forgetting an umbrella. The stars don't know I miss them when I can't see them. The world is so full of crazy wonderful things, and its all so natural and regular for the world that its easy to forget how great it is. And you're something truly wonderful in the world. You're wonderful and you don't even know it because it's just how you are."

Moon was quiet for a long time. His fans whirred quietly in his head, but otherwise he was still and silent. Chester held his hand, their fingers still now as they sat and thought.

"What brought all this on?" Moon finally asked.

Chester shrugged. "I've been stuck inside for so long, I guess I just miss nature and the world. I've been thinking about you and Sun a lot. And thinking about robots and sentience and just… marveling at the way of things, I guess."

"I suppose I'm just surprised. You're so quiet and monotone, I didn't realize there was a little poetic side to you."

Chester smiled. "I contain multitudes."

"Hmm." Moon slowly set his faceplate atop Chester's head. "Thank you for sharing your multitudes with me. I'd love to get to know all of you."

Something about that had Chester blushing fiercely. They were glad Moon wasn't currently looking at them. "We should probably clean up the board game."

Moon nodded. "Sun mentions it every five minutes."

"Oh dear." Chester smiled. They sat up and started removing colored pegs from the board. Moon gathered the box and packed everything neatly away, running a quick little scan to be sure every piece was accounted for. He got up to set the box at last back on the shelf, much to Sun's relief.

Moon turned back to look at Chester. "…I'm not sure what comes next."

"Well, we could play a different game if you'd like?" Chester offered.

Moon shook his head. "I meant… next for us. We've never done anything like this before. Been more than friends with anyone."

"Oh. Well, that's the fun part, I think. We get to figure that out together," Chester said. "Honestly, I don't really know either. My plan is to sort of just. Follow my heart, I guess? As cheesy as that sounds."

Moon hummed uncertainly. "What if we mess up?"

"Then we'll figure that out together too. There's not really a guide book to follow, unfortunately." Chester got to their feet and stood with Moon by the game shelf.

"Hm. It's sort of scary." Moon tilted his faceplate to Chester. "But… we'll figure it out together?"

"Together," Chester agreed.

Moon reached out and held their hand. Chester smiled. They couldn't help feeling like everything would end up alright.

~THE END~

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