#again I can't find my rant anymore about it but I remember that I went into the fact that Liv is Evan's emergency contact and not their Mum

[langernameohnebedeutung]

I can't find my old rant about Liv's mother but I just realised I left out this part -

if your son flees the house for several days because of a pretty damn brilliant report card that's fucking terrifying

#HELLO? #izombie #fandom #again I can't find my rant anymore about it but I remember that I went into the fact that Liv is Evan's emergency contact and not their Mum #and very telling that is

[archangeldyke-all]

idk if ur already taking requests again, but heres a little thought that cant escape my mind..

okay so imagine established relationship / married sevika x reader. and they try to have hot heavy anrgy sex like 'the old times', but sevika keeps breaking character and just being a sweetheart 🤭🤭

this is soooooo cute omg RAHHH

men and minors dni

it starts one night when you're both a little tipsy and goofing off together on the couch.

"top five favorite times we've had sex?" sevika asks. you giggle.

"babe... five is not enough." you say. sevika laughs.

"c'mon! at least try. i'll start the list. number one: our first time." she says. you smile and kiss her cheek.

"corny." you say. sevika scoffs and flicks your forehead. "hmm... remember when we went skinny dipping?" you ask. sevika grins.

"oh fuck, yeah, that was a good one." she says. "remember when we got in our first big fight?" she asks. you chuckle. "fucked the argument right outta you." she says, waggling her eyebrow. you giggle.

"shit, we haven't fucked like that in years." you say.

"do you miss it?" she asks. you giggle.

"fighting with you? fuck, no." you say. sevika snorts.

"i mean fucking like that."

"like we hate each other?" you ask. sevika nods and you shrug. "i dunno... it was pretty hot." you say.

so, after that conversation, you and sevika keep trying to have angry sex.

but it just doesn't work anymore.

sevika forgets to do the dishes one night (after you'd reminded her four times) and in the middle of your little rant to her, sevika spins you around into her arms and shoves her hand down your pants.

"f-fuck, sev." you whimper in her hold. she chuckles.

"always runnin' that mouth. 'm sure we can find somethin' better do to with it." she grunts as she shoves you to your knees. you fall with a gasp, and then claw at her pants, desperate to get her cunt in your face.

for a few minutes, it feels like old times, at the very beginnings of your relationship when you guys were still struggling to communicate and you'd take your frustrations out through sex.

but then sevika pauses her grinding and smiles down at you.

"you've got such pretty eyes." she whispers. you melt, nuzzling against the hand she's cupping your cheek with.

"says you." you whisper back up. she smiles.

"i'll do the dishes. 'm sorry." she says, helping you off the ground and leading you to the bedroom. you giggle.

"where're we goin'?" you ask. sevika shrugs.

"wanna fuck you properly." she says. you smile.

"so much for angry sex, huh?" you ask. sevika chuckles and shrugs.

"we can try again some other time." she says.

the next time you guys try, you're bickering about groceries.

"you can't keep buying this shit!" sevika says as she shakes the box of lucky charms in your face. you pout.

"it's my favorite." you say. sevika groans.

"but you never eat it! it just sits in the cupboard and gets stale!"

"but what if one day i'm in the mood for cereal and it's not here?" you ask. sevika huffs and runs a hand through her hair, frustrated. you smirk, an idea sparking in your mind.

slowly, you trail your fingers down sevika's body, starting between her collarbones, between her breasts, down her taut abs, until you're fiddling with her button. sevika blinks at you. "what are you doing?" she asks. you shrug.

"you're hot when you're angry." you say. this is the wrong thing to say, because sevika's scowl immediately melts into a lovestruck, reverent expression. you scoff. "quit lookin' at me like that, you're supposed to be upset!" you scold, even as you begin peppering kisses across sevika's smiling face. she shrugs bashfully.

"you just... make me soft." she says. you sigh against her.

"yeah... you too."

you guys try one more time before eventually giving into the fact that you're just too close to sustain an argument for longer than twenty minutes now.

sevika's got you face down, ass up, as she slams into you from behind, her grip on your ass harsh, her words even harsher.

"you knew i had a presentation today. and what did you do?" she asks. you whine into the pillow beneath you.

"i-i-i just wanted t' give you somethin' to look forward to gettin' home to." you whine. sevika smacks your ass.

"so you sent me a video of you fingering yourself!?" she asks incredulously. "two minutes before my meeting!?" she adds on.

you giggle into the sheets beneath you.

she's trying her best to be angry, but you can hear the underlying tone of affection in her words. and you know sevika. sevika's never mad about nudes. if anything, her presentation went even better because of your friendly reminder.

sevika pauses her thrusts at the sound of your giggle, pulling out before flipping you onto your back. she glares down at you.

"what're you laughing at?" she asks. you smile.

"you. i love you." you say between giggles. sevika's glare melts, and she leans down to capture your lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

"i love you too." she whispers. "i don't think we can do angry sex anymore." she says. you giggle.

"no, i don't think so either. good thing we've still got loving sex. and sleepy sex. and bored sex. and hungry sex. and--"

sevika cuts you off with another kiss, laughing against your lips.

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[astrxsee]

FALSE GOD chap. 3

(chap 1) (chap 2) (chap 3)

percy jackson x child of demeter!oc

𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 Rose St. Claire sets off on a quest to save the goddess in chains.

𝑶𝑹

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑪𝒀 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑶𝑵 learns to see what is right in front of him.

!CONTENT WARNING! gore, romance, swearing, blood, heavy themes

OMG ITS HAPPENING STAY CALM!! LITERALLY SO EXITED FOR THIS. i love you all and i really really really hope you like this

Whoever's idea it was to send us here, should rot in hell. I plop down onto my designated cot, the poles poking at me through the bottom. My eyes scan around the dull room, the darkness of the interior instantly ruining my mood. Dark green cots were lined up in rows along the edge of the room, with the students things stashed neatly below their respective bed. With nothing on the walls and only one tiny window, it was a dreary place.

I sigh, my head tilted to the side as I glance over at Bianca. Her dark curly hair fell off the back of the lame excuse for a bed. Dark brown eyes scanned the pages of some fantasy novel she held in front of her face. Her dark Westover Hall uniform thrown haphazardly on, with wrinkles lining the button down shirt.

"You know, if you keep your nose in a book all day, you'll fall behind in your classes." I jokingly poke at her, a slight laugh following my words. Her eyes begrudgingly move away from her book to look at me.

"Rose, you have absolutely no room to talk," She snarks back, "You've already fallen behind and we've only been here for three weeks!"

I roll my eyes at her, as I dramatically fall back into my cot. I huff and throw my hands in the air, "I mean, can you blame me?"

She seems to consider my words, "No, not really." Setting the book down on the ground next to her and rolls over to face me, her eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"Like, we were literally living in a casino where times was fucked up and now we're living in the future?" I say incredulously as my sentences quickly turn into ranting. "It's 2007 for crying out loud! The last year I remember being in was fucking 1976, and don't even get me started on y'all! Bianca, there has to be something wrong with us to be stuck in this shit show."

She lets out a small giggle, my ranting not even phasing her. After three weeks of hearing it, I doubt she even pays attention anymore.

"I know this is all so confusing and weird, but there will be an answer. But for now, let it be." Bianca giggles. I groan, catching onto her reference. I crack a smile, her corny play on the Beatles' classic easing my anger.

"Bi, I love showing you my music, but never say that again."

She laughs again and gives a mocking sort of salute before turning back to her book. I stand up from my makeshift bed, smoothing the wrinkles out of my own uniform. I lazily make my way over to the bathroom, wanting to freshen up before Bianca and I went to grab lunch.

The other girls in the dorm were all out making last minute plans for tonight, the annual school dance. As the only little sliver of fun they allow us, the dance is a big deal. All I heard about for the last couple of days was who asked who and who dumped who, blah blah blah. Dances back in the 70s were my favorite thing. I always met up with some of my friends and spent the whole night dancing to our favorite bands. But, to be honest, I'm not really looking forward to tonight's dance.

The last three weeks have been a rollercoaster of emotions. Confusion and unanswered questions clouded my mind every waking second. Weird things that I can't begin to explain happen almost every day. Like the horse with wings I saw on the quad a couple days ago. It seems like I was put on an alien planet.

I feel lost. Memories of my home and my past come back to me like puzzle pieces. Bits and pieces of the same memory keep coming back, screaming at me to put them together. I've seen flashes of a large creature; a larger than life lion with wings and a scorpion tail. A monster you can only find in fantasy books, like the ones Bianca reads. Other flashes of a man, tall and burly with a gruff beard, haunt my dreams. His screams echo around in my head every moment of the day.

The one vision I can see most clearly is vines quickly crawling up the legs and arms of the unknown creature. Vines quickly take over the creatures body as I hear it begin to bellow out, and that's when it suddenly stops. Every night since I left that godforsaken casino, Ive had this eerie dream. I have no idea what it could mean or if it's even real, but I couldn't stop the constant nervousness I felt. My anxiety was at an all time high with the feeling of somebody watching me nagging me every second of the day.

I take a deep breath as I look into the mirror, my mind racing. I lean on the counter to take in my appearance, God was I a wreck. My blonde hair looked greasy and unkempt, the stress of the past couple weeks taking a toll on my body. My green eyes had deep bags underneath them, the usual luster gone. Now they just looked empty and sad. I sigh as I look away, not able to take in the sight of me right now. It's nothing that a shower won't fix, I decide.

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I could feel the excitement in the air as everyone made their way to the dance. Giddy laughter rose up from the girls who finally got to put on their nice dresses. Dark blue streamers lined the entrance to the gym as throngs of students made their way into the gym. On the inside of the dance, there were lights and lasers pointing every which way.

I smooth out the wrinkles in my flowy dress. It was orange and pink and ended right above my knees, it is some of the only clothes I still have with me from home. I didn't miss the mean remarks made from students about how I looked straight out of Dazed and Confused.

Our new friend, Grover, came with us to the dance as well. He asked if he could tag along with us as he doesn't have many other friends. Grover joined Westover Hall only a week after Bianca, Nico, and I joined. With us being all new, it was only right for us to become friends.

"Woah! Isn't this cool! I've never been to a dance before." Grover exclaims wistfully as we walk into the gym. I giggle as he looks around like a kid in a candy store.

"You've never been to a dance before?" I ask, a teasing lilt to my voice. My eyes scan the room, trying to ease into the overwhelming atmosphere that comes with dances.

"Nope, I've only ever gone to boring schools." I scoff and give him a look.

"Grover, this is the definition of a boring school."

"I don't know. I'd say this is pretty fun." He exclaims as everyone begins to dance along to the music. I roll my eyes at his antics, starting to make my way over to the bleachers. I quickly feel Grover wrap his hands around my wrist and pull me out onto the dance floor.

"Grover!" I exclaim, my eyes wide. "What are you doing? I don't want to dance."

"Come on! Have fun!" He smiles, letting go of my wrist gently. I stand awkwardly in front of him, not knowing what to do. My eyes dart around the gym hoping nobody was looking, until I realized everyone was in their own world enjoying this small night of freedom.

The next thing I know Grover has Bianca and I dancing to songs I've never even heard of. We were talking and dancing as if we were in some movie. Grover excuses himself to go get a drink, leaving Bianca and I alone on the dance floor. We giggle as we spot Nico alone on the bleachers.

"Nico! What are you doing? Shouldn't you be dancing?" I tease him, as we walk up to his spot on the lower level.

"No!" He quickly exclaims, "I hate dancing. I don't even like this mu-"

"Children, would you please come with me. There is something we need to discuss." A gruff voice cuts Nico off, instantly filling my body with chills. Dr Thorn. What could he even want? Isn't this supposed to be our night of fun?

I roll my eyes before reluctantly nodding, he is the vice principal after all. I notice a nervous aura around the man, his eyes glancing around the gym and suddenly stopping to stare at a boy dancing. I look back to Dr. Thorn as he became more noticeably angry. My eyebrows furrow in confusion as he quickly orders us to follow him.

My eyes land on the boy on the dance floor. He seemed to be having fun, I don't know why Dr Thorn seemed to be wary of him. The raven haired boy peered over at me, our eyes quickly meeting. I slow down as his blue eyes seem to put me in a daze, he sends me a sheepish smile before looking away. His eyes seemed to be looking around in panic. Bianca quickly grabs my hand and tows me along behind her and Dr Thorn.

"Rose, come on." Bianca's chides.

We quickly follow Dr Thorn outside, the cold breeze biting at my nose. I wrap my arms around myself as I subconsciously take a step closer to Bianca. The pit of my stomach begins to turn, like something bad was about to happen.

As we make it about a football field away from the edge of the cliff Westover Hall was perched on, my gaze falls onto my shoes. I begin touching the tips of my fingers together, something I do when I'm nervous. Bianca's shriek of horror quickly draws me out of my anxious state.

My eyes go wide as Dr Thorn begins growing bigger and his hands grow into giant paws with claws like knives. His off putting face morphs into a giant lion's head and from his back grows two giant gargoyle-like wings. I let out a guttural scream as I quickly try to get away from the creature, scurrying back in the wet snow.

He lets out a deep, evil laugh. His wings spreading out to his full span, casting a darkness over my friends and I. My breathing becomes quick and shallow as I desperately try to get away from Dr. Thorn. Was he even Dr. Thorn anymore?

I scramble backwards, as my eyes dart around the vast field next to the school. The raven haired boy from the dance comes running around the corner, out into the freezing wind. My eyes grow wide as he uncaps a regular pen and it instantly turns into a long, bronze sword. What the actual fuck was happening?

Why was the monster in my dreams right in front of me? Was it even a dream? I fall to my knees as I turn back around to face the monster. He laughs, an evil grin spreading across his face. His giant maw opens to speak.

“Rose St. Claire, so nice to see you again.”

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taglist: @cxcilla

#percy jackson x oc #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #annabeth is our friend #annabeth chase #grover underwood #percy pjo #bianca di angelo #nico di angelo

[alina-dixon]

A Fable

Pairing: Morpheus x Male reader

Warnings: violence, blood, captivity, fluff.

Requested: Yes / No

Part 1

A/N: The reader is the Hero from Fable 2! I really love the game Fable 2! So I thought why not? Have fun reading!☺️❤️

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It's a cold winter day in Bowerstone, you and your Sister Rose are standing at a fireplace. You and Rose are homeless. You are only nine years old and your sister is fifteen. You were just trying to get warm, when suddenly something fell on your head and when you touched it you immediately knew it was bird poop! Your eyes went wide and tried to get rid of it while making a disgusted sound.

Rose looked weirdly at you while having her arms around her body to stay warm. “What was that? Oh! Yuck.” she said while taking a step back. When you stopped she put her arms back around her and so do you with yourself. “Well… That’s lucky. Like finding a four-leave clover. Although I think I'd prefer the clover.” her voice sounded a little awkward when saying that.

Then she looked at the castle amazed that stood in the center of Brightwood. “Look. little Sparrow…Castle Fairfax looks so nice in the snow. Imagine the grand dining hall. I bet Lord Lucien’s having roasted duck at this time of the year.” She ranted while you just kept quiet while putting your hands over the fireplace and listened to her ranting.

She put her hands on her hips. “But he must be really lonely since his wife and his little girl died. In that big castle, all by himself… If only we could live there.” She looked at the castle with a sad expression.

Suddenly there was the sound of loud cheering heard from behind the houses. “What is going on over there? Come with me, little brother.” she said while running in the direction of where the sound came from. So before you could say anything you followed her, but you were a little behind.

When you turned into the alleyway and went farther down you saw a man talking to your Sister, You saw him talking to her a few times back then. “Hello there, young Rose. You look hungry. Have you reconsidered my offer?” he said oddly nice but also very weird. You of course do know what he's talking about.

You approached them slowly. Rose had a disgusted and angry look on her face. “We’ll never be that hungry. The answer is NO!” That angered the guy. “You’ll be back. And I'll be waiting for Ya.” he said with an angered tone, then walked away.

Rose sighed and looked at you. “Come on, little Sparrow. Let's see what's going on.” she said as we both ran again to where the sound came from. Rose sighed again. “That filthy creep… I hate him.” she spat.

You finally arrived only to see a crowd around a taider. “Oh… It's just a trader. I can't see anything through the crowd.” She was clearly disappointed.

“A-ladies and a-gentlemen… I have traveled the land accumulating wondrous and mysterious objects! Which I now offer to you for the modest price of five gold coins!” he said proudly.

“Consider this. This is truly a magical mirror. For as long as you look into it, it will make you beautiful!” he said lowly. “I'll take it!” a random guy screamed from the crowd. “Very wise! Now just remember: the magic only works if you look at it in complete darkness.” He had a smug look on his face.

The trader turned to something that looked like a music box, but it was completely made of metal. “Ah, now this is truly a marvel.” he said smiling at it. “This small, unassuming box is actually a device created by the ancients. As was used by the old rulers of the kingdom themselves! Turn the handle three times, and you shall be granted a single wish!”

Rose looked unamused at this and scoffed. “There’s no such thing as magic!” she said and she thought that nobody heard it because they were busy watching the trader, but hooded women turned towards us. When you saw her eyes, you noticed that she was probably blind.

“We live in grim times indeed, if the young doesn't believe in magic anymore. Most children your age believe eagerly.” she said in a calming voice. Rose looked at her weirdly but you thought that she was right, only because you believed in it yourself. “Look, I can see your eyes are bad, but I'm telling you, that magic box is rubbish.” while she said that the crowd beside us was getting smaller and smaller until everyone was gone.

“That's what the seller thinks. He has no idea what he stumbled upon. But you have an inkling, have you? Some part of you wants to believe it's magic.” Her voice still calm as before, she turned around already walking away from us.

Rose looked looked at he women surprised. “What? You… you really think it could be?” she asked hesitantly. The woman stopped but only turned her head to the side. “For five gold coins, you could have your own answer.” Rose looks dumbfounded at her answer. “For five gold coins, we could eat for a weak.” Rose frowned.

The women started walking away. “Listen to me, Rose. At the end of the week you and Y/N would be no closer to your dream- no closer to the inside of that beautiful castle.” she started. ‘She, is right actually…’ is all what you thought to yourself.

Rose turned to face you frowning slightly. “What if it is real? I bet we could get five gold coins… and maybe this could be a way out of here, after all. What is there to lose, little sparrow?” she sounded confident. I smiled at her. “Probably nothing!” Rose laughed then nodded. “All right! Come on, there must be someone around here who will pay us to… do something.” with that we went around town to earn some money.

After about half an hour we finally had our five coins to buy the music box! Rose and I went back to the trader. The Trader Murgo looked at you smiling. “Hello children.” he said happily. Rose and I smiled back at him. “Hello, we’ve come to buy the music box.” she started still smiling.

I walked towards the man held my hand in front of him showing him the five coins. “Very wise, little ones! Go ahead and turn the handle- but mind you go somewhere quiet, like.” he smiled at the both of you. “Okay thank you! Bye mister!” you waved at him. “Let's go make our wish, little Sparrow!” she said excitedly, as you both started walking back to your little stay.

You put the music box onto a box wooden box that was around half of your height. “Alright turn the handle!” Rose was a nervous as you started to turn the handle. “I wish… I wish…” After she said her wish the box opened and started glowing in a bright golden color. A beautiful sound was playing but then the music box started rotating and the music got faster, the golden color was turning red and then all of a sudden, the music box lighted up in a bright golden color and disappeared right in front of our eyes!

You and Rose we're shocked. “But… where did it go? Why are we still here? Five gold pieces… Let's just go to bed.” she sounded sad and disappointed. You yourself were sad at this, but still you followed her. “Oh. I was so sure this was it. I had this feeling like… that we weren't going to be stuck in Old Town anymore! Why didn't the box take us with it?” she still sounded sad but tried to push it aside. “Come on, Sparrow, go to bed.” so you both lay down to end the day. “Good night! Love you big Sis!” you said turning to your side. “Good night. I love you too, little Sparrow.” and with that, you both went to sleep. You only hoped that tomorrow would be a better day, and Rose won't be sad anymore.

It was still nighttime when Rose woke up to the sound of footsteps, scared that it could be a thief or something like that. She carefully opened her eyes and stood up, and when she saw who it was she was relieved, I was only the guard that they helped to earn some money for the now gone music box. “What do you want?” asked Rose the guard curiously.

The guard cleared his throat. “I work for Lord Lucien, miss. And would very much like to see you in his castle. I've been sent to collect you.” With that, he walked away, and Rose walked up to your sleeping form. “It did work! Our wish came true! Come on little Sparrow, wake up.” So you opened your eyes and stood up still a little tired. “What's happening, Sis?” you asked her with a yawn and rubbed your eyes.

Rose smiled brightly at you. “Everything is fine. We're going to Lord Lucien’s castle! Now come we have to go little Sparrow!” she said as she ran in the direction of where the guard went to wait for us. When I ran after her I saw her standing with a few guards waiting for me.

“Let's go to the castle!.” Rose said happily, and so we were guided to Castle Fairfax. “What do you think does Lord Lucien wants from us?” I asked her confused. “I don't know, but we will find out shortly, Little Sparrow.” she said looking to at the big doors of the Castle.

The door was open and an old-looking Butler stood there waiting. “Evening. Jeeves. Here are the children Lord Lucien asked for.” he said proudly. The Butler smiled at us. “Excellent!” was all that he said to the guard, then turned back to us. “Hello, young masters.” This confused you but you ignored it. “Hello, sir.” both you and Rose answered politely.

His smile tightened and turned around. “If you'd follow me please.” he said and started to lead us into the castle. We look up at this castle every day and think how nice it is. We both do. But inside it's even more beautiful than I imagined.” Rose told him dreamily. Jeeves chuckled. “It's quite wonderful, isn't it?” it was more of a statement than a question.

Then we saw a man walking past us. “Ah, hello. Master Garth.” Jeeves greeted still walking while the other male said nothing. “Huh, Man of few words.” He led us further into the castle. “Where is the grand dining hall?” Rose suddenly asked curiously. “Oh, in the north wing. Lord Lucien hadn't been there since… Since the tragic deaths of Lady Fairfax and little Amelia.” he told us as we claimed some stairs and further down the hall. “Oh, I heard. That was so awful.” Rose’s tone was sad. Jeeves nodded. “Yes, he misses them terribly.” Rose raised a brow. “So where does he eat?” Jeeves looked at her. “Actually, he takes most of his meals in his study. He's in there working all hours, doing research...” You frowned. “What does he research?” you asked him curiously. “History, mostly. Lord Lucien is quite keen on antiquities of all sorts, but he is chiefly interested in things relating to the Old Kingdom.” Rose nodded understanding. “There was a Trader in Old Town who said his stuff was from the Old Kingdom.” Jeeves nodded. “Yes… yes, I believe Lord Lucien… heard about that.” he told us hesitantly. We were standing in front of some big doors now. “We bought a piece of it and we made a wish and now we're here!” She smiled brightly.

Jeeves smiled again. “That's wonderful. Now, when you meet Lord Lucien., you must show respect at all times. Address him as “my lord.” Speak only when spoken to.” he told us, You and Rose nodded. “Yes sir.” she awnsered shortly. Jeeves stood in front of us “And do not mention Lady Fairfax or Amilia.” he said a little more sternly. Jeeves opened the door to the study. “Here we are. Lord Lucien? The children are here.” Jeeves informed as me and Rose walked in and the door closed right behind us. ‘I don't like this’ is all I thought as I tried to push a weird feeling away.

Lord Lucien turned towards us. “Children. It's come to my attention that you have some sort of magic box. May I see it?” he asked looking at us curiously. “It vanished m’lord. We were winding it up, and we made a wish, and then it started to glow and it disappeared.” she said sadly. “After you used it?” is all he asked. Rose nodded. “Yes, m’lord. The man who sold it to us said it was magic.” Lord Lucien looked a little interested.

“The box is of no interest to me, what's remarkable is that you were able to use it. What was your wish?” he then asked. Rose gasps a little scared. “Well, speak up… what did you wish for?” he asked nicely. Then she looked up at him confidently. “To live in a castle… like this one.” Lucien smiled. “Perhaps that could be arranged. I working to rebuild… well, I'm working on something wonderful, for which I need individuals with particular talents. Let us find out if you have them. Would you kindly stand in the circle, please?” Rose looked at him nervously “Erm…” Lucien Looked at her reassuringly. “I promise, it won't hurt you.” This made my weird feeling grow but Rose still obliged and stepped inside the circle, while you still stood at your spot behind Lord Lucien. Behind the circle were also very big colored windows.

Suddenly the circle started to glow in a bright blue. “What's that?” asked scared. “Nothing to worry about.” Lucien answered. You looked a little scared at the circle. Lord Lucien looked at me with reassuring eyes. “Go on. Stand in the circle.” Then Rose looked at you. “It's all right, little Sparrow. Don't be afraid. It doesn't hurt.” Her tone was soft. So you made a quick nod and stepped into the circle.

When you stepped inside there was some sort of a blue glowing wall. You were trapped. Lord Lucien stood in front of you, his face was full of shock and relief. “It's true. Your blood… you are Heroes.” This of course shocked you and Rose. “Heroes? You mean like in the old stories?” she asked amazed. Lord Lucien then tried to touch the barrier and it sent some shocks to him. “Ah!” he screamed out pulling his hand away and holding it. When this happens the circle suddenly starts to glow bright red. “What are you?” he asked angrily as he walked to a table with many papers and a book on it.

He started panting. “Wait. There was, there was something here…” mumbling to himself. “M’lord, what happened? What's that light?” Rose asked seemingly scared. “Quiet! You're heroes… but you're not any of the three…” he would us while looking through the papers. “What's happening?” asked terrified as Lord Lucien suddenly pulled a gun out. You froze as he suddenly pointed it towards Rose. “This isn't what I wanted… but nothing must stand in my way.” he said darkly. Rose looked even more terrified now. “No, wait. Don't! Nooo!” she screamed in agony, but it was too late he pulled the trigger and she fell to the floor. Tears were now streaming out of your face as you realized what happened, You looked at your now dead sister but you still couldn't move, you were to terrified.

Lucien then pointed the gun towards you. “I can't allow you to live either. I'm sorry.” is all that he said. You pulled your arms in in front of you as you backed away towards the window. And then he shot you which made you crash out of the window onto many roofs before crashing into the street.

When you laid there on the street you barely moved Your fingers. You then heard footsteps and a voice. “Death is not your destiny today, little Sparrow… Y/N” You knew that voice… it was the blind woman from the market. Then you felt how you were picked up into her arms, then you blacked out cold.

Suddenly you woke up to a familiar face it was the woman she had a dog with her that licked your face. It was the dog that you and Rose rescued once. Then time went by fast you reached out for the comfort of the dog’s warm fur, ready to take your first steps in a new life.

Ten winters blanketed in Albion, ten summers filled the air with the sounds of insects and laughter. With time your pain turned to strength. Your grief became will. A will to change the world. And to avenge the death that haunted your every dream.

Now you are 19 year old. You got your revenge for your sister with the help of the other three heroes.

Hammer is one of the other three heroes. You and her were taking a walk with Theresa. “Today is very beautiful, it's not too warm and not too cold! So it's the perfect weather to take a little walk.” Hammer breathed out with a satisfied smile. “Mhm” You nodded in agreement.

“How about we go into town and eat something? My treat!” Hammer asked. “Seems like an nice idea.” Theresa agreed. “Yeah sounds good to me!” you cheered happily. “All right, let's go!” Hammer said while laughing at you, so does Theresa.

So when you were halfway there about to reach the town something felt off as you three talked to each other. Suddenly you noticed your surroundings started to glow. “What's happening?” Hammer asks confused with a little hint of worry. “I don't know!” you answered back. “I feel magic behind it, and it's not yours. It's not good either…” Theresa said as you all stopped. Then the wind started to get stronger, the glowing got brighter, and started to circle around you very fast. You put your arm over your eyes to see something but the sight was getting less by every second that passed.

You, Hammer, and Theresa started to panic. “Help me! Please!” you begged inside the glowing mist. Hammer with half tears in her eyes looked at you then at Theresa panicked. “You have to do something. What's happening to him!?” Hammer screamed. “I can't do anything. This is way against the skills I have.” She said trying to sound calm. “What-” Hammer was about to say something as the mist disappeared, and you with it. Hammer stood there wide eyed. “What happened? Where is he? Theresa where is he!?” She screamed as she fell to her knees. Theresa walked to her side putting a hand on her shoulder to calm her down. “He will be alright. He will find his way back home.” Hammer was in tears as she looked at her. “You think so?” she sniffled. Theresa nodded. “Let's go home for now.” Her voice was even calmer now. Hammer nodded because she knew that Theresa was right.

Far away in a mansion in America was a Man. Roderick Burgess, he and other people stood in a dungeon under the house. They were a cult and Roderick Burgess was the leader of them. They stood around a summoning circle. They spoke in Latin, then the circle started glowing.

Right next to them was Morpheus held captive. He saw what they were doing. He laid there motionless watching them. As they summoned something, or someone. Then a little explosion was seen above the summoning circle and a bright glowing was there but when it vanished, there was a boy lying on the floor unconscious, on his belt was a well made sword and on his back was a crossbow.

“Take his weapons! And his clothes!” ordered Burgess. One of the cultists stepped towards you and bowed down to grab your sword, and another one grabbed your crossbow, then two others came and started to undress you, which led to you opening your eyes. “Oh, you're awake. Let's talk about business then.” You only glared at Burgess but stayed silent, you were now fully naked. “My Name is Roderick Burgess and I want you to be my personal guard, and hear on every command I give you. If you accept, you will get your stuff back. But if you don't, we will put you in a cage and you will rot in there until you die or eventually give in and accept.” again you stayed silent and didn't respond. Burgess let's out a disappointed sigh, then he nodded at the others and walked away.

While you were put into the glass ball you saw a another male that was also naked, in the cage next to yours. He was tall, and skinny, had black hair and bright blue eyes that stared right into yours as you now laid there.

Out of nowhere, Burgess stepped right in front of your view. You looked at him but didn't dare to move a muscle. “I have that you will rethink about my offer. Even if you don't want to, in the end, you will starve and start to beg for it. I hope you're smarter than this.” then he left again.

When he and everyone left it was only you and the other caged male. You both starred at each other again, only that you didn't really look at him because you thought about Theresa and Hammer, and the fact that you miss them and only wanted to get out of here and back home. Your eyes started burning so closed your eyes and silently let the tears slip.

Morpheus watched you as the tears slipped out of your eyes, but after a short while they stopped, and then he noticed that you probably fell asleep, which was probably better that way, is all what Morpheus thought.

The next day you opened your eyes and sat up slowly. Right now you tried to stay calm so you closed your eyes again. And while sitting there you felt the other males eyes on you but you ignored it.

Then Burgess came in and walked in front of Morpheus's cage. Two other people sat in the back playing a game. Burgess held himself on the cage. “The woman who lives with me has gone and robbed me of my fortune. She’s also robbed you. She's taken your helm, your sand, and your ruby.” this made you open your eyes and look at them. “Now I can unlock this, you can go after her…” Morpheus looked up at Burgess with a glare. “If you give me what I've been asking for. Wealth, youth, immortality. Oh, your a god. These things are nothing to you. Don't you want your weapons and freedom? Just like you Hero?” Burgess said lowly looking between the two of you.

So when you and the male in front of him didn't answer he got impatient and angry. “Speak to me! Speak to me! Speak to me!” he screamed and banged his stick against the glass, which caused the male to flinch shortly. A boy came walking from behind. “Come on! Speak to me!” he screamed again. “It's all right, Father.” the boy put his hand on his shoulder tho stop Burgess of what he was doing. ‘That asshole has a kid?’ is all you thought.

Burgess pushed him away. “Get away from me! If you were any kind of son to me…” he told him as he held the stick in the air and lashed out to the boy, but he dodged it, but hit him with the second one. The boy grabbed the stick so they both held it and faced each other. “If Randell was still alive today-” Burgess was cut off by the boy. “If Randell were alive, he would hate you as much as I do.” he said with hatred, and pushed Burgess back as he tried to attack the boy again, which led him to lose his balance hand his head hit the cage.

Burgess let the stick fall hand put his hand on the back of his head and saw blood when he looked at it, then he fell to the ground, with a big wound on the back of his head.

The to other man and the boy rushed to him. “Sir?” one of them said in panic. But when the boy put his hand on Burgess’s head as he saw a pool of blood leaping out of the wound. You and Morpheus only watched the scene. “You won't get out of there. Never.” Burgess looked at You and Morpheus one more time, then his eyes closed. “Sir can you hear me? Sir?” one of the male askedand tried to shake him but Brugess didn't answer. He was Dead.

The boy looked shocked and looked at his father as he sat there on the ground. “He isn't moving. Is he…” one of the males said. “He's dead.” the other one answered as the boy stood up, Looking at his bloodied hand and back to his dead father.

The Boy stumbled away a few feet but stopped between our cages. He stopped at the cage of the other male and turned to look at him. Morpheus stared back at him and slowly stood up, Your checks got red as you saw that but you wanted to see the interaction.

Morpheus reached his hand out. ‘He’s probably asking him to open the cage.’ is what you thought. The boy turned his head a bit as he reached out too. “Don't do it, sir. He’ll kill us.” one of the males said. “What would your father say?” the male spoke again, Before the boy's hand touched the glass he stopped and put his hand back down, and looked at the ground.

The male in the cage looked disappointed, as the boy looked back up. “I need to think.” he said and looked at the other male then to you, then he left. Morpheus also had put his hand back down watching him leave.

You were angry, but still, you stood up slowly wich made Morpheus look at you. You were a bit ashamed because you had no clothes on but you pushed that aside as you both looked at each other. You held sadness in your eyes as you slowly reached out and put one hand flat on the glass. Morpheus did the same while staring into your eyes. When you looked at him you immediately felt safe.

Then nine months later the door to the Dungeons door was heard which made the guards stand up and open the gate. Alex and also another boy came in. “How are they today, Rogers?” Alex asked. Rogers sighed. “Moved his hand this morning. Right hand. And the other one is also just sitting there but didn't move.” Alex nodded, as the other boy walked in. He had a look of shock on his face and gasped. “Oh, my God.” he looked at Alex and back to you and Morpheus. “Alex?” he asked.

Alex then walked in looking at the both of you. “Hello. This is my friend, Paul.” he told you as they walked further in. “Paul, these are our unwilling guests.” he said looking at his friend shortly.

Alex was getting a little nervous. “Look, we've been talking, Paul and I, and if I let you out, will you promise not to harm us?” he asked calmly while looking at us. You both didn't move not answered his question. “If you could just speak to us.” Paul said a little nervous himself, but again silence.

Alex looked at Paul. “You see, I told you.” he was a little disappointed. “I'm telling you, you have to keep trying. Show them that they can trust you. Show them that you mean it.” Paul softly awnsered back.

Alex nodded at us. “I do mean it. Just promise that you won't hurt me or Paul, and I will let you out.” Alex tried to reason. But again we didn't answer. We just looked at them this time.

Almost eighty years later you had developed feelings for the Male in the cage next to you which was weird because you didn't even know his name, but little did you know that Morpheus also grew feelings for you.

Also the guards started to change every now and then until they looked very modern. And you, you were still looking young and didn't age which you thought was weird and not normal, but Alex was old now just as Paul was, they both married year's ago. They were in the dungeon again. Alex stood in front of Morpheus's cage and had his hand on the glass. “I could have asked you for wealth or Power, and protection, like my father did. But all I wanted was to be free of you two.” He said softly.

You and Morpheus looked up at him. “Surely you want that too.” Paul walked into view pushing a wheelchair in front of him. “Alex, darling, please.” he said softly mentioning to the wheelchair. Alex put his hand away from the glass and sat down in the wheelchair, Paul's hand on his shoulder. He looked at us one more time. “Take me upstairs, Paul. I won't be coming down here again.” is all that he said as Paul started to push the wheelchair, and now there was a gap in the protective circle. Paul stopped a few feet away and looked back seeing it, then he looked at us and made a small nod. He then around and and left with Alex.

Morpheus looked at the gap and wondered why Paul would do that, but in the end it doesn't matter, he can free himself and you now and that's all that matters to him right now.

So when they got out, and the door to the dungeon closed, it was only two guards left inside. “Old Dracula here’s not moving an inch. Just like the other weirdo.” the Female guard said quietly, looking up from her book she was reading. “Why do you call it Dracula and weirdo?” The male guard said tiredly while looking up from his newspaper. “Because I think they are. What do you think they are?” she asked quickly.

The male sighed. “I try not. You know what I think about?” he asked her, again looking up from his newspaper. “Majorca. Four days… and I'll be on a beach. Stinking of suntan lotion.” he said and smiled to himself at the thought.

Morpheus leaned forward holding himself on the glass while glaring at the guard. And you were just watching. “Lucky bugger. I was on Corfu on holiday once.” the female guard told as the other one yawned and fell asleep. Suddenly something weird starts to happen as Morpheus stares at the guard. The guard stood up from his chair and shot both of our cages and they started to break. You sat there wide eyed. “Fred!” the female guard screamed.

She ran towards him to stop him. “Fred, stop it! You'll… Fred!” she screamed but it was too late Both of your cages exploded into many pieces and our surroundings were glowing. You and Morpheus got out of your cages. “Don’t move! Stay where you are!” the guy called Fred screamed. “What… what's he got in his hands?” the female screamed. You looked at Morpheus and saw that he had something in his balled fist but you couldn't see it.

Morpheus slowly put his hand up where he held something in it right in front of his face. The guards already had their weapons aimed at us. “Oi! Open your hands, now!” she screamed at him.

And so he opened his Hand and you saw him blowing some sort of sand towards them, which made them instantly fall asleep. You were watching the scene curious. But then all of your strength suddenly left your legs and you fell to your knees right next to Morpheus with a thud. He instantly looked at you and kneeled down to your hight.

He slowly put his hand on your cheek and his eyes looked at you softly. “I'll get us out of here.” he said and his tone was smooth but very deep. You melted into his hand and nodded at him. Then he slowly picked you up bridal style. Your arms around his waist as you were sucked into the glowing. You… you were getting your revenge now.

Then in a room a black cat came in and sat on a chair in the middle of the room. There also came Alex into the room he looked young again and he curiously looked at the cat with his head tilted to the side. Suddenly the cat disappeared and Morpheus sat on the chair and you stood beside him both fully clothed as you looked at Alex darkly. “Hello” Morpheus said.

Alex was scared you could see it in his eyes. “It's... It's you two. You're… you're free.” he said quietly. “We are.” Morpheus simply awnsered as he stood up and the wind started to blow through the open window. “And have you any idea what it was like? Confined in a cage for over a century?” he asked as he slowly walked towards Alex. “Do you understand the damage you've done to your world?” he asked again. Alex was more then just scared now, he was terrified. “I'm sorry. I… I didn't know. Please.” he said backing away a bit.

Morpheus looked at him unbothered just like you. “Your punishment, then, shall be a gift.” when he said that Alex turned to a little boy. “I give you this, the gift… of eternal… sleep.” when he finished the sentence he blow some sand in Alex’s face and he fell asleep.

Morpheus looked looked back at you holding his hand out. “Let's get out of here.” That's all you needed to hear and took his hand as he teleported you both.

A voice was heard. ”Sir. Sir.” It was the panicked voice of Lucienne. “Oh, my goodness.” she kneeled down to turn him onto his back. “Sir. It's me!” she panted as she saw his eyes opening. “It's Lucienne.” she said as Morpheus looked at her and started to smile and took her hand. “Lucienne.” he whispered weakly. “Your home, my Lord.” and that's when Morpheus started to frown. When he looked beside him he noticed you weren't there. “My Lord? What's wrong?” she asked worriedly.

Morpheus started to stand up. “A boy, he was held captive. Just like me. I brought him with me.” He said as he started to look around. Not even a minute later he saw you laying a few feet away from him, and he immediately sprinted towards you with Lucienne. “A Human? Why was he held captive?” she asked confused. Morpheus shook his head as he turned you around and saw you breathing normally. “He is not fully human, it seems. Because he didn't age for almost a century. The man who held us captive once called him Hero.” Lucienne looked at him baffled. “Do you think he is one of the three heroes? My Lord?” she asked. “I don't know.” is all he awnsered as he gently put a hand on your cheek which made you open your eyes.

When you saw him you started to smile. “Your safe now.” Morpheus said softly as he helped you off of the ground. You looked around and saw the woman with pointy ears and smiled at her. “Hello, jung Man.” she smiled back at you. You were a little scared to speak because you didn't talk since you were held captive, but you decided to still try it. “H-Hello.” you said but your voice didn't sound raspy or broken as you thought it would be. Morpheus and Lucienne smiled at you. “Thank you, for taking me with you…” you started but you trailed off because you didn't know his name.

Morpheus smiled softly at you. “My name is Morpheus. And this is Lucienne.” he told you. “Thank you, Morpheus. And my name is Y/N.” you smiled at both of them.

You started walking over to very huge gates on a massive wall. On those big gates were some pictures in it it looked well made. It made you look at them amazed with your mouth wide open. Morpheus looked at you and chuckled. “You like them?” he asked which made you blink before realizing, and looked at him. “Yeah! I-I mean they look astonishing!” you smiled at him nervously.

Morpheus then raised his hand and touched the gates, they began shaking and started to open up. “Forgive me, sir, but… the realm, the palace… they are not as you left them.” Lucienne said as Morpheus looked at her. Morpheus looked through the gate as it opened. His look… he was shocked with what happened to his Realm… his home.

You, looked shocked too, even if you didn't know how it looked like before. You saw the dead trees and bushes, the land looked like as if it was completely dead. Then you saw that a piece of the roof from the half destroyed castle fell down. “What happened here? Who did this?” He asked not daring to look away from his destroyed home.

Lucienne let out a sigh. “My Lord, you are The Dreaming, The Dreaming is you. With you gone as long as you were, the realm began to… decay. And crumble.” she looked at him sadly as he looked back at her. “And the residents? The Palace staff?” Morpheus asked with a little hope. “I'm afraid most have… gone.” she looked at the ground. “Gone?” he asked rising his eyebrows. “Some went looking for you.” she looked back at him. “And the others?” He asked walking in front of her. Lucienne looked back down to her side, then back up. “They thought, perhaps, you'd grown weary of your duties and…” Morpheus stopped her. “What? Abandoned them? Had they so little faith in me?” he asked in disbelief.

Lucienne didn't know what to say. You on the other concentrated on the view that was in front of you, as the conversation went deff on your ears. You slowly started to move away from them and towards the destroyed landscape. You felt welcomed even if the view in front of you didn't look welcoming in the first place. You closed your eyes whilst you took in the fresh air.

Lucienne looked towards you, which made Morpheus look behind him and he sees that you are walking away from them. When suddenly they saw some tears rolling down your face, when you turned your head sideways.

Lucienne looks worried. Then you felt a hand on your shoulder which made you open your eyes and look at the person who's hand was on your shoulder. It was Morpheus. You look at him puzzled. “Y/N?” Morpheus asked. “Yes? Is something wrong?” you tilted your head. “You seemed lost in thoughts. What's wrong?” he asked softly. “Didn’t notice that! I'm happy to be free again and out of this tiny cell in that weird Dungeon… Aaaand I'm probably a little tired after some sleepless nights.” You laughed awkwardly while scratching your head.

Morpheus nodded. “How about a little sleep then?” He asked while rising a brow. “Hmmm, no. Not before I helped you rebuild your realm!” you said grinning and put your hands on your hips. “But if you want to help him, you will need your sleep.” Lucienne reasoned. You humed. “You're probably right. Okay, I'll sleep once we’re there.” you smiled. Morpheus nodded again. “Let's go shall we?” you nodded at his question and walked beside him.

When you arrived at the castle, Morpheus turned towards you. “Come with me, I show you where you can sleep,” he started as you part ways with Lucienne. “Can I ask you something, Morpheus?” you look at him. “Of course. What do you want to know?” you thought for a short second. “I wanted to know who you are besides Morpheus, you know?” you asked nervously. Morpheus smiled and made a small chuckle. “I am an Endless, Dream of the Endless to be exact. People also call me the Sandman. Also we're here.” he said opening a door to a bedroom that was still intact. When you went inside you saw that the room was painted in black, but it was held simple.

You pulled your shoes, coat, and shirt off. When you sat down on the bed, Morpheus follows you and stands in front of you. “Who's room is this?” you asked looking around. “It's mine.” he simply answered. Your head shot into his direction while standing up. “I didn't know. I can sleep on the floor too.” you tried to say as he already put a hand on your shoulder and sat you back down. “It's alright. I told you to sleep, didn't I?” you looked baffled as you nodded at him. “Now, lay down.” you did as you were told and pulled the covers over you.

Morpheus kneels down to your height, and holds a closed hand in front of his face, which makes you realize what he was about to do so you stop him. “Wait!” you said which made him raise a brow. “Yes?” he asks while looking into your eyes. “We can share the bed if you want! I mean if it's okay with you…” you said shyly. This catches Morpheus off guard but he starts to smirk slightly. “If that's what you want. I will. But I will go and talk to Lucienne shortly, then I'll be back.” he says and you give him a closed-eyed smile. “Yeah, I'll wait.” Morpheus gives you a nod as he stands up and leaves the room grinning to himself.

About ten minutes later he returned. “I'm here now.” he says and you simply nod at him. So he pulls his shirt and pants off but leaves the boxers on. He walks over to the empty side of the bed and gets under the covers. You both stare at each other until you slowly fell asleep. Morpheus smiled at your peaceful sleeping face as he slowly touched your cheek with his hand. Then the next second, you had your arms around him and snuggled into his chest. “Good night, Y/N.” Morpheus had a small smile on his face as he laid his arms around your body.

#male reader #gay #male x male #male x male reader #x male reader #lgbtq #x male y/n #the sandman #morpheus #lord morpheus #dream #dream of the endless #oneiros #fable 2 #morpheus x male reader #lord morpheus x male reader

[raulfernandez]

Your AU idea for Luca keeping his connection to Vale hidden is brilliant. One question, does Alex know or does he find out via the media?

This went down real fast but uhm yeah have my opinion on this 🤠

I feel like he would know. Luca doesn't know how to tell him. He wants to, he really does, but he is probably the only person to have seen both sides of the thing. Marc doesn't mind him, Alex loves him, life is good with them, when it doesn't involve Vale. But one time when Luca was drunk it just slipped out. He was annoyed with Vale, and Alex was there to listen to him complain about how annoying his older brother can be. Luca doesn't remember ever having told Alex, but Alex knows. But he can't bring himself to care too much, and Luca never brings it up, so he never brings it up either. He's not aware that Luca doesn't remember that he told him.

Marc tries not to talk about Vale and tries not to think about him too much, but sometimes he has his little outbursts when something happened and Luca will sit in Marc & Alex's shared motorhome with them while Marc rants about how much he hates Vale and Luca listens to him and wonders to himself what happened between them because no way was it just the on track things.

But he can't bring himself to really care. He doesn't mind how Marc talks of Vale. It's not like Luca adores him in the way every other young rider seems to do.

That's what Marc likes about Luca.

So no, he's probably never going to tell them.

But then the media knows. And in an instant, of course, Marc finds out. He knows before Luca or Alex do (Alex has known for a while lol), and he's furious. It probably happens on a race weekend, so he goes looking for Luca, and where does he find him? On this nice, warm, Italian evening? On the sofa in his own motorhome, cuddling Alex. He starts screaming at Luca, accusing him of only using Alex to get into Marc's head and help Vale out. Luca starts yelling back at him because he would never ever use Alex or hurt him in any way. Why would Marc even think that??

Meanwhile, Alex is sitting on the couch, watching them scream at eachother (Luca has stood up at this point), just taking in how their fight gets louder and bigger. And then he gets up and stands between the two, holds Luca behind himself, and starts yelling back at Marc. This isn't about him. Not everything is always about him. Luca loves him, that's why they're together. Not because Luca wants to use him, especially not to help Vale. If Marc has such a problem with it, he's free to leave and don't talk to Luca anymore, but that also means that Alex won't talk to him until he atleast apologises.

Then Alex decides that they need to be separated, so he pulls Luca outside, and they just make a run for it. Doesn't matter where, just away from Marc. Away from everything they know will be coming Luca's way after that.

They end up on a little hill overlooking the circuit and just flop down on the floor. Luca apologises. Alex doesn't want to hear any of it. Luca is not at fault for who was born related to. That's not Luca meant. He's asking Alex's forgiveness for not having told him that he's related to the Valentino Rossi. Alex looks at him, confusion written across his face. He has told him, does he not remember? Now they just stare at each other, both confused. Then Alex starts laughing. "No way you don't remember!" Luca is perplexed. What should he remember? So Alex tells him about how Luca had told him this before, but it wasn't a big deal so it never came up again. Luca admits that he doesn't remember any of that, was too drunk. They have a good laugh about it.

They're both somewhat scared of going back and facing Marc again, but atleast they have eachother. Like they always will.

#motogp #motogp rpf #anna author era #thank you so much for that ask omg

[fallingforel]

arabella Pt. 2 - i couldn’t be more in love

masterlist

after the night out you go back and the night gets a bit smutty with alex

warnings: err smut and smoking if there is anymore please let me know and I will add them to this list.

"That does sound like a good ideaaaa" I start "There's a but coming isn't there?" "Yes. look I would love to but when these lot" gesturing with my free hand that wasn't attached to Alex. "Get plastered, you can't leave them alone I have to babysit them otherwise Matty will try some dumb shit, George will enable that dumb shit and Ross will just fall asleep, and there won't be anyone who's slightly sober to control them," I state remembering the times we've all got plastered and I wasn't there to clean up after their dumb mishaps.

Alex starts to groan from beside me "Look please, I get that they're all your best mates and all. But you could have a great time just for one night." I start to think it over and come up with a compromise. "okay how about this, we all go back, knowing them they'll be out like a light as soon as their heads hit a pillow. In deep sleep. They can take the spare bedroom they always do. and we're left with the night to ourselves." I finish ranting, then Alex starts up again. "That sounds like a great idea"

We all approach my flat pretty quickly. Everyone was silent as we approached it and walked up the stairs only resuming our talking after my front door. Meowing soon being heard "Caroline" Matty ushered her over, to which she came. Matty looking back at you while stroking her and Alex and gesturing to the cat with his head eyebrows raised as if to say "Look she is mine". I snarled at him while Alex just chuckled at our interaction finding it funny.

soon enough everyone was sat down with Alex residing on the armchair placed in the corner in front of the little window displaying my kitchen George and Ross on the sofa facing the tv but not actually watching what was on the tv (because it was turned off) Matty sat on the floor stroking my cat.

I however was in my bedroom getting out of my clothes putting on lingerie but putting a dressing gown over the top so it didn't look too suspicious, to everyone in the room.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked Alex, returning from my bedroom. "uh yeah I'll have pepsi max please" Matty said in reply "Not you ratty, I wasn't asking you I was asking Alex, fuck you very much you know where the Pepsi is, get it yourself" Matty sighed standing up from the floor putting his hands up walking into the kitchen. "no thanks y/n I'm grand." Alex said in reply to me. "suit yourself, you would be missing out on the killer juice that she makes" George starts rolling off

"y/n/n can I have a juice please," George asks. "I would make you one Georgie but it's too late to start the machine and it would wake Ms. Lambert next door she's old and fragile and needs her rest. I'll make you one in the morning George, how about that?" I state "Okay. I'd like that. be a nice hangover cure" "I second that y/n I'd like one in the morning too" Ross finally puts in. "okay anyone else?" Matty raises his hand "Of course you would. don't worry I'll make you all one, Alex you too, but I think it's time for those who are absolutely gone to go to bed the spare rooms are all set up for when you last slept here, Alex you can have the sofa if you want" "but I tho-" I give him a look as to say just go along with it "yeah that'd be great thanks"

soon the whole flat was in chaos. people coming in and out of the bathroom getting themselves sorted. and soon enough it was quiet. I went to go open the spare bedroom door to check whether the 3 men were asleep. and sure enough, I heard snoring. Going back out to where Alex now sat on the sofa in the middle.

I walked over to him straddling his lap and started kissing him furiously with passion and hunger soon pulling back for some air but not before he caught my lip in his teeth biting on it and then letting it go bouncing back to its original place. I then start to move my lips placing kisses along him starting at his jaw and slowly moving down biting a few times here and there. finally reaching his collarbone where his black t-shirt lay, I tugged it saying "This needs to go" He nodded rather quickly agreeing and tossing it to the other side of the sofa.

I then went back to kissing his chest slowly going working my way down to his navel before I start to undo his jeans slowly kissing his stomach while I peel them down a moan then comes from Alex's mouth ensuring a "y/n quick I'm on the edge" which earns a reply from me "all in good time Alex, all in good time honey" earning, a groan from his mouth.

I then do him a good favor by discarding his jeans and pulling down his boxers soon after showing his erection springing up soon I then lick along his base working my way up to his tip and licking the pre-cum off before taking his whole dick in my mouth moving it up and down, not gagging really proud of myself for that, soon earning a moan from Alex after hollowing my cheeks while moving my head up and down. "Y/n I'm close do something". so I swirled my tongue around him while looking up at him and soon I felt hot spurts go down my throat. swallowing every last bit.

I soon started to work my way back up kissing from Alex's crotch then to his navel up to his chest up his neck to his jaw to his cheek to his lips which then resulted in us in another hot passionate kiss before I started to straddle him again. Alex soon found the tie on my dressing gown and undid it and soon enough my hands left his neck so I could let the robe drop. he then left the kiss sat back and took a few seconds before he burst out "I think we should take this to the bedroom" I nodded in agreement.

his hands went to my bum and picked me up and carried me through the house with me guiding him soon enough we reached my bedroom him using his foot to open the door and he walked backward until the backs of his knees reached the bed turning us around before he placed me on the bed.

He hovered over me placing chaste kisses down my body until he reached my boob his hands found their way to my back managing to undo my bra and pulling it off me and throwing it somewhere around the room not to be cared of right now. He continued kissing my breast biting and sucking here and there. he then placed a chaste kiss again over the newly made purple mark.

he then placed chaste kisses down my body before reaching the bottom of my stomach just above where my thong lay, he then soon pulled that down and I helped discard it kicking it off my legs. he then started kissing down to where my clit was then placing a lick down my slit before finding my hole with his fingers and my clit with his tongue working together and within minutes the momentum he worked up had me releasing straight onto his fingers.

he then placed another kiss on my clit then on the outside and onto my thigh working his way back up my body again before finally placing one on my lips (this one was a bit deeper and more passionate than the others he placed a few seconds ago on my body). I could feel him going rock hard. then pulling away from me and whispering

"I need to do something about this" "Okay" I whispered back quickly turning back to my bedside table and whipping out a condom passing it to him and he put it on. and slowly but surely,  he was soon lined up with my entrance and inserting himself slowly at first but my moans spurred him on to go faster both our highs soon approaching, and then finishing and disregarding the condom. Alex flipped over and laid down. we stayed like that for a few minutes before he piped up again

"come ride my face darling" and so I complied making my way up to his face with me straddling it and soon enough he was licking all throughout me. Darting his tongue in and out of me.  And soon enough I was releasing again. But this time all over Alex's face.

I then went back to laying beside him cuddled up and we stayed like that all throughout the night except...I couldn't fall asleep. so I left my room in search of my dressing gown, soon finding it laying on the ground by the sofas, along with Alex's belongings which I folded up and bought to him but not before putting my dressing gown on. I then went in search of my bag which was in its usual place on the other side of the bed on the floor. I soon retrieved it taking it outside on the fire escape.

"oh!" being frightened by Matty residing there smoking a fag "What are you doing here?" I asked "Couldn't sleep too wide awake with all you OH ALEX! RIGHT THERE! YEAH! AGAIN AGAIN!" "oh piss off will you sometimes a girl needs to be pleasured," I say in reply to Matty pulling an organic cigarette out of my bag and going to light it looking up remembering that Matty had it. soon quickly finishing it off with a "Was I really that loud?" question wanting to find out from my best friend. "nah you weren't that bad to be fair I woke up to you moving to your room and all I could hear was the bed noises I then went up to get a drink and stopped right outside your door to see if you wanted one too turns out you were busy" "ohhh! nice to know I can be quiet" I state with seriousness lacing my words.  

"aha yeah, I suppose so. Dunno if I would though. too hard to comprise my moans, George adam and Ross certainly know how much sex I have through the walls of our shared apartment" Matty says finishing it off with a half-hearted laugh. "all right bug, make sure you get some sleep don't want you flipping everyone off tomorrow, you're unbearable when you're running on four hours sleep" matty says coming over giving me a hug and kissing my temple and rubbing my back, the hug not lasting longer than 2 minutes but it was a well needed one between the two of us. 

-MATTYS P.O.V-   

Making my way back to y/n's spare bedroom after meeting each other at the windowsill, I sighed, I definitely shouldn't feel this way about her but I just do, it's not like she is forbidden but the guys and I made a pact when I was 13 that none of us would go for y/n she was off limits it was never in question that any of us would date her, especially after the fact that all of us had massive crushes on her in '02 but none of us acted on it, it would simply ruin our friendship dynamic. 

entering the bedroom seeing George and Ross passed out on the bed it looked like the sofa was my only option, I would usually go into y/n's bed on a night like this but that's currently occupied .  then my eye catches it, the blow-up bed y/n and I bought on a whim in case we decided that we wanted to throw a party and we had one extra guest. I grab the box and start letting it self inflate. unfortunately, this wakes up George "Matty what are you doing? its" he says pausing mid-sentence to grab his phone to check the time "Half 4 in the morning go to sleep. why are you still up anyways" 

"saw y/n on the fire escape when I went out for a fag because I couldn't sleep. now I can't sleep because of her George, she's so pretty. Sometimes I wish I could just be with her."  "I know you do Matty but you know the deal we made and you know us we never break pacts." It's true we've all never broken a pact, y/n included. the one we made when we were 16 when we vowed to never smoke weed without each other, that came after y/n experienced a terrible high with her ex Jonathan, safe to say he got a punching from George while y/n was with me. She never smoked without one of us again. 

"look all I'm trying to say George is that maybe we should go over some of the pacts we made and see if some of them need rediscussing or not" "Look just get some sleep matty, we all need rest, lets discuss this better when we're actually not delusional" the bed being well inflated by now I hug George goodnight retrieving a blanket from the pile of junk on one side of the room. and getting some well-deserved rest.

#matty healy x reader #alex turner x reader #matty healy x y/n #alex turner x y/n #matty healy x you #alex turner x you #matty healy x oc #adam hann #ross mcdonald #matty healy #alex turner meet cute #alex turner #fanfic #fanfiction #george daniel #Spotify

[anti-endo-haven]

sorry, uhm, vent incoming; its a pretty big one too, im sorry again; tws for, abuse(mentioned, no detail), trauma ments(also no detail), and toxic 'friend' stuff with minor detail, and it's gonna be a longer rant/vent, i am so sorry for that again.('mentioned, no details' means just the word is said, and there is no details as to what it could mean)

I hate when I like a blog, and I find them funny, and was following them, to only find out that they're an endo or they support endos or both. It's genuinely just like. Why does this disorder that's consumed everything and made me lose myself and everyone else in our lives ever, get to be some sort of play-pretend, and roleplay thing for people? Why do they get to take what my brain and the body did to survive due to the abuse and other traumas we've went through and make it 'fun'? and WHY on earth do people think it's okay to lie about abuse or trauma? i dunno what to honestly think anymore; i'm just so tired of trying to find a safe space for it to be taken over by people who don't(or do) know how badly they're hurting us by lying and spreading misinformation. I'm also so done with our ex 'friend' who lied to us for 2 years about all the trauma and abuse they went through, and lied to us about all the mental disorders they had. They still consider us to be friends! We are not! They were horribly toxic! I finally had the courage once to tell them about us, and the system, and tried my best to explain things to them, and what everything that I just said meant. I still remember this because I just am so dumbfounded by this; shortly after I finished explaining the difference between genuine traumagenic systems and endos, and explaining what those terms mean, and what DID and OSDD mean, they suddenly said in a snobbish tone of voice, as if they were MOCKING us, "Oh. I think I have that."..I still feel the same dumbfoundedness to this day when I think about it. They claimed that they have DID and are a system...without doing research, or asking anymore details, or being professionally diagnosed. They were also the type of person who would lie and say, "No, you can't get mad at me for that! An alter did that! It wasn't me!" in order for no one to be able to call them out on their behavior...I'm just so tired.

Yeah… endos and their supporters keep taking a lot of things away and then want to claim that “we don’t need a safe space” and harass systems for not following what they believe and then start crying wolf and claiming they “need a safe space.” Like, no. You’re taking away resources and places where genuine systems can be and literally stealing trauma stories because you constantly force people to tell them to you because you want to use them for sympathy.

It’s hard to know what you can believe anymore.

We had a friend like that. Two of them. One of them was fairly young and it was just upsetting because she would constantly mock and act exactly like us, she even went so far as to saying she was trans and bi when the body identified as such and even started using the same sign offs we had as a means of “being similar.” This same girl was wanting us to leave our partner and saying they were going to harm them for no good reason.

The second friend we had, we had felt comfortable enough to open up to them and they went behind our back. On top of that, they had multiple people confirm that they’re a pathological liar. We had told them about being a system and had told them the basics, which they had instantly responded with them being the same, trauma dumped with no spoiler or trigger warning, and then said they knew how to work a lot of things because of role playing (everything was already set up and the way they had done everything I.e the dumping just put us so far away from them).

I wish more people would understand the harm of doing this to people. Yes, you could feel finally able to get out that you’re also a system, but not like that.

I know a lot of people might come after me for it, but just because a different alter did something doesn’t mean that it isn’t also on you. Yes, it’s hard to be like “so and so was the one that said it” but it’s still a part of you and it doesn’t excuse anything. Even with our parts that have hurt someone and someone else comes back to it, it’s still on us (all of us) to fix it and make it better. You can’t just walk away from it. It brings a lot of things down and no one will believe you after that.

Hugs for you, Anon. 🫂

Have a cookie for your troubles.

🍪

#anti endo #did system #system #osddid #endos dni #traumagenic system #actually did #endos not for you #actually traumagenic #did plural #did plurality #osdd plural #osdd plurality #tw abuse mention #tw trauma mention #tw toxic friendship #anti-endo-haven-vents #anti-endo-haven-vent

[slocumjoe]

Strong for character bingo

I have a few thoughts on Strong and none of them are in his, or his writers', favor. So here it is.

The Strong Rant.

This was done over a sleepy morning and has no real structure to it, so forgive me for the rambling

This is a Deep Cut but remember back in Fallout 1 and 2 where the mutants were...another people? Another kind of person trying to survive the wastes. They had their own thoughts, dreams, opinions of themselves and others. Remember Marcus? Remember the town that was founded on the site where a Brotherhood soldier and a mutant gave up fighting because they didn't see the point anymore?

Super Mutants were a creation of the Master to try and save humanity but turning it into something stronger. They were a mark of people, one person, thinking that they alone had the right to decide what was best for everyone else. But the Mutants themselves also had their own ideas of what was best. They made friends, had family, tried to move on and just get through life like everyone else.

And in Fucking 3, Bethesda made them orcs. Not even good orcs.

A good orcish people, in my opinion, put family and community above all else. They value being close together and to nature, living simply and not worrying about frivolous shit like politics or money. They are perfectly happy with their village and their farming, and they can slaughter anyone who dares interrupt anyway. Pacifists; they chose peace because they are capable of incredible war.

This is not Bethesda's Fallout orcs.

Stupid, bloodthirsty, almost animal in nature. There is nothing else to describe Bethesda Mutants as but adaptation failures. I have a lot more problems with how Bethesda went with their Fallout, but the Mutants are, like, at the top of that list. They're lazy. They exist because there's nothing else noteworthy to shoot at in 3. It's pathetic.

Now, I didn't finish 3, but I know the Mutants came from one of the Vaults. That is a piss-poor excuse for why you brought over a group localized in the far west to the far, far east, but y'know what? That could work as an excuse for why these Mutants suck. The Vault made them wrong, fucked up the process. I'll bite, there. I still don't like it, but the text smoothes itself out.

BUT THEN THEY DID IT AGAIN IN FUCKING 4.

The Master, one of the BEST VILLAINS in video game history—his master plan, the plot of the first game in this series, is now background information in TWO DIFFERENT UNDERGROUND BUNKERS as filler exposition to justify you being able to kill Mutants in the east.

What the fuck, Todd.

The Institute, the synths, everything about 4's plot is awful writing. It could have been good, but they'd have to actually do something with the, let's be honest, first draft. And that would take work. Bethesda is great at coming up with ideas, and interesting topics, and greater at leaving them to fawn over something irrelevant. Synths, the concept, the themes? Incredible, let's base half the story around finding Kellogg, and the other half finding Shaun. And then things end, like, two hours later.

But the fucking Mutants.

Why can't there just be Mutants from the capital who wandered over? The Brotherhood wandered over. But nope. We have to explain why I can't walk through three blocks in Cambridge without Shrek running at me with a bomb. And again, why are they Orcs? Because the Institute fucked up.

So, Fallout 4 has another issue; and its an obsession with representation. Another rant, again. But it's not interested in the wasteland, the Commonwealth; its interested in the history of America. We have a ghoul named John Hancock. There are Minutemen. There's a newspaper called Publick Occurances. The plot shoehorns in a literal Railroad. It wants to do that, and everything else is a box to tick off. We get 1 ghoul. 1 actual synth. 1 companion for each faction. 1 Super Mutant. One more box ticked off.

Now we're actually to Strong.

Strong is an orc. He's a bad orc, and his personality is so contradictory, he's not even a character.

Here are some things Strong likes.

Building settlements

Helping settlers, saving kidnapped settlers

Being tough to Travis and encouraging him to toughen up

Giving Sheffield soda

The coding fucked up here, because the 'disliked that' pops up, but Strong likes helping Billy the ghoul kid, even says he should be with his people

Helping Preston and being nice to him

Telling Desdemona you're against slavery

Telling Ricky Dalton saving synths is noble

Making Darla turn on Skinny by girlbossing her up

Helping the people during the U.S.S constitution quest

Buying from Erikson

So, looking at this, Strong values helping people,, community, taking care of your own. Like...the good Orc I described. And Strong wants to find the milk of human kindness. Does he know what kindness is? Does he want to learn how to be kind, because he thinks that is what the Super Mutants lack? Humans build cities, have families, advance in their world. The Super Mutants are raiders, cannibals. Does Strong realize that kindness and community are what rebuilds a society?

But here's where Strong gets fucky.

He also likes;

Killing Desdemona??

Being mean to Blake Abernathy??

Choosing violence where he should, really, dislike it, like threatening Madison Li?

Asking for more caps, when he also dislikes it?

KILLING SETTLERS???

Okay, so he changes his mind randomly. He'll be nice to Preston, but mean to Blake. He likes Desdemona and the railroad, but also...killing them. He dislikes it when Sole is rude, or uses Charisma for more money, but...doesn't. What?

Gets weirder with his dislikes.

Stealing and pickpocketing. Okay, that's a moral standing. He thinks it's wrong. But...he likes cannibalism. You can eat people, but don't take their stuff.

Asking for more money??

Being nice to Magnolia. Why?

Healing Dogmeat. Why? He likes helping Danny??

Helping the Vault Tec rep, when really he should like it, because that's building a community...which he likes...because he likes settlement stuff...

Siding with the railroad. Goes against liking Desdemona and helping synths.

Rescuing synths in RR quests. Which is it, buddy?

Talking to Erikson

Killing Phyllis Dally for being a synth...again, what is his opinion here

Giving Moe Cronin baseball stuff. Why? What's the point?

My problem with Strong is that I can't figure out who he's for. Danse has his people, Preston his, Cait hers...who, when picking up Fallout 4 for the first time, finds Strong, sticks with him for the whole game, and is able to max affinity with him naturally?

When I first played, I gravitated to Hancock and maxed him out without a guide, or even quickloading until I got whatever option he liked.

But Strong...if you like synths, you might think he does too. If you help synths, he ends up disliking it. If you help settlers, he likes it. If you kill them, he loves it. If you steal, he dislikes it. If you cannibalize people, he likes it. If you ask for caps, he dislikes it. If you ask for caps, he likes it. He is fucking everywhere.

Is he a immoral companion? I don't know, he likes Preston, and helping settlements, and being kind to kind people. But he also likes killing Virgil, bullying Blake and Wiseman at the slog, and again, eating people.

Look at Strong and his affinity checks and tell me what his values are, what kind of person he is. Does he value community, or every man for himself? Does he hate theft and materialism, or does he like caps? Does he want Sole to treat people accordingly, or does he want them to be mean to everyone, except Preston for some reason? Does he like Preston, or does he like killing settlers? Does he like killing settlers, or building towns for them and saving them? What the fuck does Strong do?

Hancock values community, dislikes authority, is a party-guy, and while he wants Sole to be kind, doesn't want them to stand for someone else being an asshole. Nick wants them to be the bigger man, and not butt heads just to butt, even if he likes them snarking occasionally. Strong apparently flips a coin and goes from there.

I can't stand in-game Strong because he serves no purpose. He has no perspective to share, no ideals or hard stances, no backstory, nothing. He doesn't represent his group, at least, not well. He doesn't develop at all and find that Milk. He doesn't even have a preferred faction to end with, he just wants the Railroad dead for no reason. He voices siding with the Institute, but he also hates the Institute in his voice lines, so what the fuck?

I just...I'm not willing to do the mental gymnastics to like Strong, or even justify him. If I have to do math to figure out a character, that character is not finished or properly realized. Like, X6 got shafted, too, but I don't need to talk myself through what X6 values. He's a more professional mercenary who dislikes anything that isn't the Institute. Done. But there's more there if I wanted to dig deeper and fully psychoanalyze him.

Strong is Strong. He hates and likes everything at once and good like figuring out which is which without a guide. Stick to cannibalism but don't steal. Sure. Thats a moral compass, I guess.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #i never write strong because there is no way to write him out of character imo #so he doesnt have a character to write #he might call sole weak. he might hug them. he might throw meat at them. maybe he has an epiphany.

[nimata-beroya]

MY THOUGHTS ON THE MANDALORIAN - Chapter 18 "The Mines of Mandalore"

Days late, but here it is my impressions about the latest episode. It was so great that reduced me to a screaming mess, especially with that ending. I still cannot believe it!

As I've watched the episode a few times already, this is going to be more my general thoughts on what stood out more for me than reactions to every scene. I should apologize in advance, because I'll get a bit rant-y on some points (about the fandom, not the show).

So, let's begin…

I love that Din did a pit stop in Tatooine and visit Peli (I love her so much). It was obvious that she was his go-to to find the circuit for IG-11. I've seen people complaining that that bit of trying to fix IG-11 in the previous episode is irrelevant now if Din was getting R5 anyway, and honestly, it makes me shake my head. Haven't any of you watched the trailers? We KNEW Din would fly the N1 with R5-D4 docked in the astromech port. It was obvious (to me, at least) that he was going to use him to navigate to Mandalore. Besides, astromech were made exactly for that function. IG droids were not.

I know that there's the thing about Din trusting one (1) droid, which gives all the feels, but that of bringing IG-11 back won't go to waste. I think IG-11 will be fixed anyway to be Nevarro's new marshal, which fits much better with his original function, don't you think? That'd be great because it'll mean we'll see him again and again as long as the show continues.

I wonder how many languages Peli speaks, because so far we've seen her speaking Basic, droid, Jawaese, Rodian, Frog, whatever it was Dr. Mandible spoke, and I assume she speaks Huttese too. She's a human universal translator!

And Grogu is going to say his first word this season and going to be dad, buir, or an equivalent. It'd be funny if he goes from babbling incoherently to perfect speech in a night. Extremely unnerving, but funny as hell.

Another thing I've seen in other reviews is that some people didn't expect Din going to Mandalore so soon. I was not among those. I think it's perfect. And for what we saw in the trailers, that should've been obvious too. People might think the footage in the trailers covers the whole season. I got news for you, my darlings: it does not. It covers only the first half of the season (just like it did in season 2). So, considering that, Din wasn't going the entire season going from here to there before getting to Mandalore. Remember that this season also is somewhat setting things up for Ahsoka and is upping the stakes. It's no longer only Din and Grogu anymore.

My heart melted completely when Din said "Our people" talking to Grogu about Mandalore. The whole scene is amazing. Not just because of Din including Grogu as a mandalorian, but also because we got more tidbits of his childhood. He confirmed what I suspected; that he's never lived in Mandalore, just in Concordia. And, we got a geography lesson, making canon that Mandalore and Kalevala are in the same system.

Grogu was a ball of anxiety the whole episode, first when Din sent R5 to get the readings, then when Din got kidnapped (me, too), and because of the bird-lizard thing that went after him. Poor baby!

But I can't help laughing at how fast Grogu convinces Din of anything. Repeated knocking or a whine is enough for Din to give in.

An episode where Din doesn't get his ass kicked is not a Mandalorian episode, and like in the premiere he wasn't, he got a double dose in the second 😆 And I like that he still struggles with the darksaber. We need Sabine to train him!

Live-action Mandalore, I love it. It's both beautiful and haunting, the way the crystallized rock resembles explosions. I love the design of the wreckage city, that you almost can see how it was before, especially if you've seen TCW and Rebels (mostly TCW, bc Rebels was set outside Sundari, and in Krownest).

What the hell was that thing that tried to bleed out? take bone marrow? from Din?! I don't know what it was, but first, it sounded a lot like Grievous; and I guess it needed Din's fluids to function/survive. All I know is that it was creepy as hell and well sure it didn't help Din and his trauma with droids.

Grogu being able to control his own pram is the best!. I thought at first that he was moving it with the Force (maybe for going forward) but then I realized there are controls for him in the front.

I must say that even when I'm not a fan of Bo-Katan, this episode made her bloom as an even more complex character. I love that for her. It's obvious that she has plenty of regrets for all she did in the past, but my beef with her is that, sure, she sees now all the mistakes that were made by all Mandalorians, but she hasn't spoken out loud of her part in it. She always speaks in general terms of Mandalorians but never say I did this, I was one of those, except to say I was the ruler and the Empire came and defeat me. She distances herself from her worst mistakes. Not that it isn't a normal human reaction, but it'd be nice having her owning her mistakes.

Putting my personal feelings about her aside, the scene of Bo battling that thing was awesome!!! So badass!!! The ease with which she wields the Darksaber is satisfying to watch. My favorite part is when she slides underneath the droid and cut it open. So cool!

It didn't occur to me until I heard it in a YT video, that when Bo says she didn't embarrass her dad when she took the creed might not mean that she usually displeased her dad and that specific day she didn't, which is how most people took it as. Maybe what she meant was that she DID take the creed while Satine didn't (because of her pacifist ideals), and therefore, embarrassing their father. That it's an interesting theory. I like it. It'd add more flavor to family drama (as if it didn't have enough of it 😆)

Deep down, I knew Din wasn't going to take his helmet off to bathe in the Living Waters, but he would take the rest of his armor, so he didn't sink, exactly like he did. That scene is both beautiful (as he recites the vow) and funny (the moment he sinks). Then fears hits, and I first wondered how he sunk so fast! The only explanation I can find is that the mythosaur pulled him under.

And OH MY GOD!!! The reveal of the Mythosaur was AWESOME!!! As soon as I saw the tusks, I lost it!!! This is when I became a screaming mess. I couldn't believe one of my wildest theories was true!! Since last year, when the Armorer said that the mythosaur would rise up to herald a new Mandalore, I had the feeling that Mythosaur were down in the mines, or at least one. I can't believe I was right!

#episode review #the mandalorian #mando spoilers #chapter 18 the mines of mandalore #din djarin #grogu #bo katan kryze

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

your answer made me tear up too, i don't think anyone has cared enough to ask how i've been in so long. i feel like the bad days are permanent, they seem to appear so often i just can't bear it anymore. i try to hold out hope but maybe i'm just kidding myself. i've been so sad for so long, i don't even remember how to be happy. and that makes me so sad. that the thought of passing away seems so much more of a relief than to continue living. i know for a fact i failed my exams which means i'll either have to drop out or redo my exams. which also means i won't get to do placement. and if my family knows of this, i don't think i can go through that again. i can't. the pain was way too much last time, i suppressed those memories. i'm not stong enough to go through that again. i know death is the easy way out. and i'm a coward for wanting to take it but i'm so desperate. i don't want to feel the pain anymore. the numbness, the anger, the guilt, the sadness, i can't.

i'm sorry, you feel so much more comforting than my own big sisters. i don't think they even deserve that title truthfully. but thank you for letting me rant, you don't even have to post this. i don't mind. i truly hope your day today was much lighter than mine. i hope you experienced some form of happiness today. i hope you're well. love you more than words could ever say, thank you for letting me spill my words on here. please don't feel pressured to post this. i'm sorry for how weird this ask is. i'm sorry for unloading it all on to you 💕

Don't worry, you can always rant to me. Sometimes we just need to let it out, to get it off our chests because too often we don't have anyone trustworthy to talk to openly and many wouldn't understand it either. I wish I could help you through this, I'm having similar struggles too. I actually blew up my professional life a week ago because I panicked. They wanted to give me the residency I asked for after fighting with them for months and when they gave it to me I ended up not accepting (for reasons listed bellow but also because they bind you contractually for life). I just spent the last year not even living but surviving, working nights so often I didn't feel human at all and I barely saw my family (my younger niece barely knows who i am), I don't even have friends anymore because everyone kind of just gave up on me. They didn't understand how tired I was from work, I just didn't want to do anything after work. I went from a packed covid unit to urgent care back to infectious diseases and it's been so exhausting both mentally and physically and my chronic illnesses have all gone havoc in this time and I've come to realize that even though the pay is better when you work nights and on calls, my health and general well being have no price. So when my contract is up this March I'm going to be unemployed for a bit until I find a job as a GP and that's scary as hell and no one quite understands why I left a higher paying job in a hospital 20 mins away from me by foot that I lowkey dreamed about and wished for my entire life. Guess they were right when they said be careful what you wish for...I got my wish and it cost me everything else and I was miserable. If I had the option I'd leave healthcare altogether, but my background is basically a nursing degree and then a doctor's degree so I'm stuck with it...unless I marry a richy rich dude 🤣 (can I get Charles Leclerc pls) but yeah, I understand what you're going through. Life is so fucking hard all the time and most people just have to stay up float and that's it, but people like you and me are constantly swimming against the current with chains pulling us under. (There's a song by The Pretty reckless called Under the water, I recommend you listen to it, kind of like a soundtrack to this whole thing). I refuse to believe it won't get easier one day (despite my year starting with a firework going off in my face followed by a terrible case of chicken pox that made me miss a weekend trip to Austria, making my skin awful, and now a flare up in my condition), IT HAS TO GET EASIER. Until then, please reach out to me whenever you need it. It's not a burden. Hell it's like group therapy, we can commiserate together over shitshows of the day. Can even be fun? Either way, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere yet. I'll keep fighting and I really hope you will too so that one of these days we can talk about the good things we get to see and live. I'm hoping everything happens for a reason and one day that reason will be clear. 💕

#little talks #my asks and dms are always opet to everybody

[nsk96]

Personal rant post (feel free to skip I just need to get this out of my system):

So my mom just blew up at me. She hasn't done it in a while and I know I probably shouldn't complain because she has it worse than I do and my dad has been putting her through a lot, but like I hate feeling like such a burden. Basically it was because I forgot to do something. It's too much to explain right now but it's something having to do with these gnats that my mom says is bothering her. Don't get me wrong, I think there are definitely some flies around, but I don't think it's as bad as she says it is because I've only seen a few and well, it's no secret that diabetes causes nerve issues so what flies are bothering her could be exacerbating her issue making her think it's hundreds of them when it may actually be like 3-5.

But anyways back to the point. There's the drain in the shower that can close. She thinks flies are coming from it and she asked me once to close it when I finish showering. I forgot once already.

Background: I've always been extremely freaking forgetful for as long as I can remember. Like it has been the bane of my existence ever since age 4 (or 5).

Fast forward: though my memory is a little better than it was then, there are many things I can't remember for the life of me no matter how hard I try. There were instances where I could put sticky notes everywhere and still forget. I could set an alarm and still forget in 2 minutes based on what I'm doing or the state of my mind. And other things takes me about 10 tries before I finally remember and am able to incorporate it into my routine.

So I forgot to close the shower drain for the second time. I was in my room reading with the door closed. She burst into my room and started yelling at me. The kind of yelling that in my childhood, was accompanied by a beating. And of course this was triggering for me because I used to get beaten for forgetting things all the time (after having to remind me 20 times to do a thing and beating me a few times, why not try a different tactic to get me to remember what it is you're trying to get me to remember), so I couldn't help but start crying even though I tried to stop myself. It's been a while since I've had to cut off my feelings, I'm a little out of practice. Just when I thought I was getting better mentally. I haven't been beaten since age 14, but I'm 26 now, and I still get nightmares about it occasionally and a whole shit ton of anxiety (to the point where I get that very tiny heart attack every time she calls out my name from across the house. Even when she is genuinely thanking me for something, I get scared that she's mad at me for something, at least at first until a few seconds later I realize she's being genuine)

I said "I'm sorry mom, I forgot." Her explosive rant went something along these lines but I honestly hardly remember because once she starting cursing at me my brain zoned out and the rest is a blur and bits and pieces:

"'I'M SORRY I FORGOT' IS NOT ENOUGH! IT'S F*CKING____DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE CONSTANTLY BOTHERED BY THESE FLIES EVERY MINUTE OF THE DAY? ___(some more cursing)___(something about putting myself in her shoes)___(more ranting but I can't hear her words anymore)____(more cursing)____(slams my bedroom door)___(still blowing up in the hallway in front of my bedroom door)___(slams some other doors)___(still yelling for the next 2 minutes)"

I'm sorry I'm such a burden, mom. I can't remember to do something so simple for someone I love. I guess this is why I'll have to live alone for the rest of my life because I don't want to burden someone else. I'll try to find a way to move out. Makes sense, I can't remember to do some things for myself. ("I feel like making tea! [forgets the water is boiling and now have to refill the pot and put it to boil again]" "After I shower, I will get dinner and then go study [forgets to get dinner🤡]" "I'm gonna remove this nail polish before going into the shower so I can paint my nails after showering [forgets and now have to wait until next day to paint nails]" "I'mma do some laundry [forgets clothes in washing machine...twice in one day]" "I'm going to read through this powerpoint lecture for class [read and recited the material on each slide 3 times but still forgets everything]"). At this point, it's probably best to just let myself forget myself out of existence because it's like what's even the point. Maybe I can move out and live in my car. What happens after that, happens.

I've been listening to music by Kenshi Yonezu all day, so the weirdest part of this situation is when about halfway through zoning out, one of his songs starts playing in my head and suddenly I couldn't feel anything else anymore. This is the first time my brain successfully thought of something else in the middle of being yelled at. Something I've wanted to happen for years when all my brain could do back then was a blank out.

So like...thanks, Kenshi. Your music helped protect me a bit.

My mom: [Exploding at me]

My brain:

#personal rant #it took me an hour to write this through tears tbh #i don't know if it's even makes sense but i can't be bothered to read it right now #feeling numb finally #will probably laugh about this tomorrow hopefully #it's only 2 days into my winter break after a semester of absolute hell and being targeted by a couple of teammates and I still can't rest #tw abuse mention #tw: abuse mention

[sleepy-achilles]

I'm late to the Montreal screwjob anniversary, mostly because of fallout but also idc about it.

Oops

But I thought I'd tell you a story related to it. It is 1:17am so if this is rough. I apologise. I'm tired and well my dad mentioned it after finding his complaint filed in my old school stuff.

It was junior school which is when your 7-11 years old and we had this Canadian teaching supply who moved to Wales because of his wife. I can't remember why. But he was a massive wrestling fan. And, well a massive hart fan. He took over from our teacher whilst she was off pregnant. So they let him make the classroom feel like his own as he'd be with us for a little over a year. And well, he put hart foundation posters up, and would tell us stories about how he used to watch the wrestling live and that its the one part he misses about living back home.

Now. Massive Shawn michaels fan, now and then. Also, was too young to understand Montreal screwjob and what it meant to the fans, Canadians and the harts. So we used to get along because I also like wrestling. There were 5-6 of us who enjoyed it and we used to stay and talk with him at break and lunch and he'd show us tapes he recorded from live shows. Which is really cool. And well, he never actually asked us our favourites. We'd talk about them all, taker, Steve, Kevin, Scott, the harts. But never Shawn. So he stated that we obviously know his favourite and for us to tell him ours. We had hunter, taker , Scott and Kevin, Steve. You know bascially the rulers off the attitude and ruthless aggression eras, their answers would later change to cena, orton, batista, etc etc as we got to highschool btw. And then it came to me.

And stupid little me just openly said Shawn michaels. And then went on to tell everyone how cool and awesome I find him. Yeah. Mistake.

I was then asked how could I like such a traitor and monster?

I was very confused. And just said he got me into wrestling and that I enjoyed watching him.

Which was also wrong.

And well, I never stayed at lunch or break anymore after getting yelled at about how Shawn michaels destroyed and betrayed bret hart and how he shouldn't have fans and how he's a suck up to vince. Just pure ranting at me as if I wasn't some poor child tryna enjoy life

Like, I just started crying and went to find my mum, she's a dinner lady, she didn't understand and well neither did I. She didn't know wrestling that well and I was too young to know about Montreal.

Apparently he was in the crowd when it happened. He also never stuck by for the rest of the year as my dad complained. Apparently my dad added his own little rant about bret hart sucking in hopes it'd upset this grown man as he'd done the same with shawn to upset a child.

That was a fun time. I just remember the head teacher coming to awkwardly tell us that we'd have a new teacher and that he had to leave for personal reasons.

Probably moved back to Canada to be closer to bret. Idk where he was from but being at survivor series when it happened really traumatised that poor man.

Well, I hope to see you again sometime Mr. Obviously not going to put his name here, you never know, he might find it and expose me.

#wwe #shawn michaels #bret hart

[ashtonsunshine]

Long personal rant because I'm not okay and I need to let it out.

I'm feeling like absolute shit. I'm starting to not care about anything and it's starting to affect my performance at my job. I literally do not care anymore which is making me forget about things and not be engaged enough. It's affecting my colleagues which is making me feel guilty. I feel so fucking guilty but I can't help it. I can't find the energy in me to care. Why do I have to be insane? I hate it. I hate this. I was this close to tears when my colleague told me I did something wrong again. Thank god it was time for my lunch break because if I had to stay there I would have broken down. I want this to stop. I know they know I'm not okay because I look like a fucking zombie all the time and that they cut me some slack (bless them!) but I don't like it, I don't like making mistakes and I like even less making mistakes because I'm not okay mentally. I'm tired of crying and I'm tired of feeling hopeless. I can't even fucking sleep right. I can't remember the last time I went to bed serene, slept like a baby floating on a cloud and woke up revitalised. I don't know what it's like to wake up energised anymore. Sounds nice. 😔

#carmo says things #personal #text

[fandom-with-no-hope]

Ranting about that pokemon rp because I can't be normal anymore. We've had this going for two years. And a lot of shit happened

-All the drama from Unova and the bw games is canon + some things that we added for fun. It was with our main ocs

-we created a new region called Akkosia, with two legendaries & all. Unethical experiments & shit happened, someone was fusioned with his pokemon (it was my best friend Polaris), we overthrew the government, had to murder some evil people, took over the damned league, and had about 16 near death experiences. The whole Akkosia arc was insanely fun except that I probably cried 17 times because of Polaris alone.

And this is where it gets messy because we have like. 5 perspectives, all at once.

- had a sort of "beach episode" where our main characters spent a few days planning a festival in Alola. One of my oc (Sacha, whose best friend is Hoopa), met the love of his life (Marisa, whose best friend is Celebi). They also met Fukaku (he'll be more relevant later) *

-while this was happening, a guy from Akkosia (Mizuki) went to Kalos with his girlfriend (a former member of the Akkosia league / she was a villain but then she was spared). Most events from the Kalos games happened except like. 10 times worse. There was a second criminal organisation at work.

-Eden (former team Flare member, who was badly injured when the Supreme Weapon fired) was saved by Ringer (former member of the Black Eagles, the second evil organization) and they both had a lesbian escapade in. Spain. Where, after they got engaged, lost their house to a dramatic incident involving Darkrai (note: Darkrai used to belong to Mizuki).

-Darkrai Was caught by someone who can casually break the fourth wall, who gave an existential crisis to Eden, before she tried to find an "entertaining solution" in order to avoid catastrophes.

*going back to the main cast for a second. They went to Kalos because Sacha is looking for Hoopa's vase. Did I mention there's a cult in Kalos? Marisa traveled back in time hundred of times, in order to prevent Sacha from getting KILLED and he couldn't remember any of it

After this, they avoided problems a bit. Oh. No they didn't. Sacha and Marisa left to go on vacations in Kanto. It ended up terribly.

-Ringer faked her death. Eden joined team Rocket alongside Livio and Ekuren. They took over Kanto, became literally the best trio. Until they found Polaris (who is an escaped experiment), so Livio went ballistic (he's an experiment aswell and used to know Polaris until he abandoned him) so there was an entire arc where team Rocket was after Polaris (and they succeeded in catching him)

-The leader of team Rocket was eaten by Giratina and thus set Polaris free.

*A big cult, calling themselves "The Family" gained in influence. A small girl ran away and met the main group. Unfortunately, she's always been a bit different, but she befriended Fukaku, and they had a sibling - like relationship.

-Fukaku hunt down. And killed. All leaders of the Family. With one exception, being Mei, since she was mostly endoctrinated and not beyond reasoning

-Got tracked down by one experiment / daughter of one of the leaders (Orion), who was, in fact, spared. And who had to live with them, in order to repair her mecha

-Every single character was invited to a wedding (Sacha and Marisa). Even team Rocket.

Team Rocket got their redemption arc when the leader almost died so it's fine.

ALL THESE STORIES HAPPENING ALL AT Once and it's so hard to keep track of everything. I can't I legit cant'.

I have been mentally ill about this rp for. Years. And. Lukas. My bestie. Has the audacity to kill Fukaku after shit went down

So many character I didn't even mention Arael & Prismo, nor the Kalos dlc with Lyn & Floyd. I didn't even mention Yumeko (my boy) & Mikoto (Livio's lost brother)

So many things.

And the main characters

None of them had died thus far.

Unti' NOW.

But hey, at least I get to be happy Sacha and Pola are finally together again and this time they have something in common: they're both trans.

#Pokémon rp rant #[.txt] #friends tag

[superpeanutgarden]

Christmas Emotions: Why I will never hang a shining star upon the highest bough

Content Warning: A massive rant about grief, plus personal trauma

I have a complicated relationship with the month of December. Not just in the traditional Living-in-the-northern-hemisphere-it's-dark-and-cold-and-I'm-depressed way.

You see, I experienced a traumatic separation from my adopted brother when I was thirteen. (I mean, my whole family did. it has left us all affected in different ways.) His birthday is in December.

We lost custody on Memorial Day weekend (a fact I did not remember until this year), but his birthday is halfway through December.

He turned 19 this year. (We lost custody 13 years ago.) The name we gave him (probably not his name anymore) was Jared. It sounds like a shitpost, but my sibling and I were robbed of- among other things- a whole year of "Jared, 19, never fucking learned how to read" jokes.

Grief is hard. It's messy and weird in ways you can never truly know or understand until you experience it. The longing of something that will never happen again, wishing that it was all a dream, hating how other people get to be happy and hating yourself for being bitter in the face of joy. The thing that annoys me the most is when people try to erase the ugly parts. (Not just of grief, but that's the focus of this blog post.) Specifically when people ignore how grief affects you for the rest of your life. It never stops, never fully goes away, never truly dulls. It only gets smaller, less frequent, more surprising.

December is a whole freaking month devoted to hope and community. The commodification of the sacred tradition of solidarity has sanitized the concepts to the point of being almost entirely repugnant. There were several years where I could not bear to listen to any christmas music written during the last 100 years because it was too happy and did not reflect the rage and emptiness I felt. Thankfully I am past that point, but it took a lot of reflection and intentional thinking to get here. We're talking three years minimum where all I wanted to listen to were hymns that focused on the fact that December is a month of darkness and cold, and how the concept of hope was once (and still might be) far away and hard to grasp.

To this day, there is a single song that sets me off every time I hear it. I call it "the cowards version of Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas". According to urban legend, the original lyrics were deemed 'too depressing' to be featured in the film "Meet Me in Saint Louis" by Judy Garland herself. I don't personally care why there are two versions around. One faces the reality that I have had to live with the past 13 years, that countless others face every year, and one erases it. It's not a big difference, there's only a single line that changed. "Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow" became "hang a shining star upon the highest bough." and that change infuriates me every time I experience it. Let me show you why

"Someday soon, we all will be together/ if the fates allow/ until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow/ and have yourself a merry little christmas now."

The song overall discusses how the singer is separated from their loved ones. Some, maybe even most, of the "faithful friends who are dear [...] gather near [...] once more", but there above quoted verse implies that there is someone still missing; perhaps more than one person. And yet, the singer urges the audience not to wait for those missing loved ones to return in order to find joy. Because sometimes it isn't that your sibling has moved out and your parents and little brother went up north to visit family and you have the house to yourself for Christmas Day. Sometimes the person you're missing is gone for years, sometimes they're never coming back. And what are you going to do about it? You can't just put your life on hold. TO quote another song entirely "the years start coming and they don't stop coming". Until they come back from vacation, or deployment, or self-inflicted isolation, or until you are all reunited in the afterlife, we all have to muddle through somehow. Can't go back, can't stand still, gotta move forward and find a way to have a merry little christmas with the people you still have.

Hope is beautiful, but it is also messy and those who need it most are often marred with blood and trench-dirt and rubble-dust and scorch-marks. (for God's sake, there's a fucking genocide going on in Palestine right now) Grief never goes away, but neither will I. My family will have to muddle through somehow for the rest of our lives, and by all the gods who care to listen, we will have ourselves a Merry Little Christmas right fucking Now, and we will honor the gaping hole in the fabric of our family but we will NOT allow it to rob us of more than it already has.

Anyway, Merry Christmas and Free Palestine

#you dont know me #but i know you #words words words #personal rant #sad thoughts #tw grief #grief journal #christmas

[lforlon]

Alignment

Co-star QOTD:

I find it as a reassurance to me especially in this time where I did feel im not moving anywhere and the direction is blurry.

Further elaboration, the first paragraph got me saying "i don't even see a path, what am I drawn to?"

But in my gut I felt I did dabble in it but i refuse to accept or acknowledge it, i asked "is it personal development?" "Why do I refuse to acknowledge it?" "What am I afraid of?" "I don't think I'm good enough to be taking this path" "does this path deserve me?"

I went on to read more and came across this new feature:

"What does becoming a pickpocket mean, out of curiosity, of course i went on to read it.

And this is the first time I see

Totally aligns with what I'm feeling. Lately, because of what happened at home and to mom and the helper and work I feel that I'm regressing, i thought it was because at this current stage my goals or vision has changed so I retook 'be extraordinary' and was reading 'The Passion Test' even though I have listed my Top 5 most important things to me right now, I still find that what I wanted doesn't feel right I can't describe the feeling but it seems so blurry and I'm not sure if this is what I want, my 3MIQ list when I asked why do I want these experience, these end goals it are all leading to feeling good. Makes me feel that I don't even know what I want anymore.

I remember hearing the word "Amor Fati" somewhere but couldn't remember where it was, and I don't remember the meaning of it so i googled it.

I went on to read further for clarification

This was what Vishen talked about, leading a perfect life that you want to relive over and over again.

Who is this Nietzsche? Still unclear, went on reading

"Pain doesn't make us better but more profound"

I went on to read to have more idea and chance upon this:

This is surrendering and accepting. It explain it all, the "work" i have learned from so many mentor. What ever happens, has it's reason and obstacles and rejections are redirecting you to the right path.

But what is Stoic?

I realised I was exposed to this attitude without realising. For some reason, i dislike whining or ranting about my challenges to people. My cousin told me I often don't talk about my stuff until she asked but I don't find a need to talk about it and i told her that when I rant about it i feel that im dwelling in it and i dont like it, but she told me it is her coping mechanism, when she rant it helps her to release but I can never understand and I don't find it working for me.

And i have been reading and listening to people with higher consciousness or awareness that said it is unhelpful to gossip, rant or dwell in the events of obstacles which I resonate.

I guess this attitude is also part of my coping mechanism to protect myself from showing my vulnerability.

I told myself not to be attched to this word, it is a word of construct about my attitude but it isn't me.

While I was meditating this morning, I saw my true nature, or should I say human nature? If things are going well then I have no issue with it but when it isn't going well and I feel "trapped" i want it to cease existence even if it is my own mother. I felt extremely awful, but that was what I'm feeling and thinking. It makes me think that Indont deserve to have people that love me, because how can I want something bad for people that loves me?? How am i going to treat them?

But wait.. as I am typing this.. i feel that I dont make sense