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rhine-gold-archive · 2 years

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sub!Diluc x Dom! gn! reader

Warnings: very much not safe for w, edging, overstimulation, praise kink, minors get out of here. But also, some unabashed fluff. Yes, it contains multitudes.

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A\n: This somehow turned into Diluc character study, but I promise I will get to the filth after the psychological profiling. also, I know I tend to write in an authoritative voice like I'm stating facts, but these are just my personal opinions and if you interpret characters differently, more power to you.

Listen, i know everyone hcs Diluc as a dom. And he can be a very nice service dom, but I’m here to convince you that sub!Diluc is actually not OOC.

First of all, he’s more repressed than a catholic nun. Diluc is like on six levels of dissociation at any given moment. He sees his body as a flesh suit he’s piloting that requires an inconvenient maintenance like sleep, food and occasional sexual release. He’ll jerk off by himself like it’s a chore.

Diluc is so touch starved it’s ridiculous, and *he doesn’t even know it*, that’s how much he’s disconnected from his needs.

And like. Helping ppl like that discover what they actually want and watching them come undone in pleasure they didn’t know they desired is so delicious. If you know, you know, there’s nothing quite like it.

But you have to go slow with him

I mean first of all, you shouldn’t mess with Diluc at all if you’re not in for a long haul, this man doesn’t do casual.

Oh, he’ll agree to try if he’s already into you, he’s incredibly indulging to the people he values. But also because at first he’ll be incredibly defensive.

Not because he’s not into it. Just as a defense mechanism, as he thinks he’ll disappoint you and he’s preparing for a failure from the start.

Diluc can see any activity with his important people as a trial where his performance will be evaluated. He is one of these “I need to get a good grade in X which is both normal to want and possible to achieve” people.

Remember the coffeeshop event where he was like “When I was a small child, my father told me to mix my first drink using all of the ingredients in the tavern. In hindsight, it was probably to see how creative I am and I must’ve failed because I just made a fruit punch and my father didn’t say if I did well”?

Like, Diluc. Baby. Honey. Sweetie. Your dad probably just wanted you to have fun in an improvised “take your kid to work” event. He didn’t judge your punch because it was about spending quality time together and letting you play with colorful syrups. Who the fuck would evaluate a small child’s creativity on the first time they mix drinks. You think he expected you to invent Pina Colada?

So yeah, he will see even getting edged as a thing he’s not proficient in, so he’s most likely to fail and disappoint you. And that’s one of the worst things he can imagine.

Because being useful is Diluc’s love language. If you read his voicelines or talk to him in teapot, you can notice how he’s very focused on doing things for you, like he’ll invent a drink specifically for you and keeps repeating that you should tell him if you need anything, but at the same time, he “doesn’t do chit chat” and wants to leave if there’s nothing for him to do.

Because Diluc knows he’s not easygoing or fun to be around. He has his charming brother who makes it seem effortless to compare himself with. He knows he’s kind of awkward, intense, brooding and direct to the point of coming off as rude. So he needs to feel like he’s doing something useful for you to justify spending time with you.

So for his first time, don’t tease him verbally. He’s incredibly teasable, I know. But he’s already very anxious about disappointing you even if he tries to hide it and he was conditioned to clamp up at the first sign of perceived mockery by his troll brother. Show him first how good it can feel before you start playing with him.

also, he obviously has a praise kink that he’s not even aware of. like, it’s not even up for discussion, praise from other people and approval from his dad are literally described as his main motivations

“The praise he received from his comrades and citizens spurred him on. But the words of praise he valued most of all were: "Good job. Now, that's my son." His father's words fueled the fire inside his heart and served as his greatest motivation.“ and sure, after he lost his dad and emotionally closed off, he doesn’t allow himself to rely on approval of others. But it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it.

You can tie his hands, but honestly I think it’s much more fun to just order him to keep his hands up. He’s so stubborn, it’ll be a matter of pride for him to keep his composure. And it will also make it that much more delicious to see it finally break.

When you tell him that he must ask for permission to finish, he just scoffs. He’s so sure he wouldn’t be reduced to that.

Don’t expect him to dissolve into stereotypical meowling and begging when you first start touching him. Again, he’s much too stubborn. He’s coming into this defensive and he wants to be in control of himself.

But hear me out - it actually makes it more fun to tease him. Diluc tries to keep himself still, but no amount of willpower will make him less sensitive and, again, touch starved to hell and back.

So at first, it’s the little things that betray him. How when you kiss his neck, his throat moves under your lips in a shaky intake of a breath, How the taut muscles of his scarred arms flex when you run your hands over his chest. How he draws in his stomach when you slide your fingers down it, slow, tantalizingly slow, making light patterns with just your fingertips. How he avoids your eyes because you haven’t even touched his cock yet and he’s already so obviously, painfully hard.

He has a beautiful cock, big and with a nice curve, and as for all pale redheads, it becomes brilliantly red when aroused. When you finally touch him, slowly stroking it up from the base to the tip, he draws in a breath through the clenched teeth and squeezes his eyes shut. You watch him struggle as you start pumping his dick faster and faster, his jaw clenching, his breath and heartbeat quickening, sweat beads forming on his forehead, his shoulders and hips flinching as he tries to keep himself from arching up and thrusting into your hand.

He’s fighting a losing battle and both of you know it by now. You could break him right here if you wanted. You squeeze and rub the sensitive tip of his cock, and see him open his mouth in a silent, chocked gasp for air. He manages to keep himself from clenching his fists, but his knuckles whiten when he desperately scraps his fingertips against the bedsheets.

But you don’t want him to feel like he lost a fight, it’s not about that, it was never about that. Even shame should feel good. You caress his high, sculpted cheekbones with your thumb, your other hand still on his cock. “‘Luc, look at me.”

He can’t disobey you, but he has to take a deep breath before he can open his eyes. He meets your gaze, anxious. What’s he going to see, mockery over how pathetically quick he’s breaking down? Disappointment for how bad and inexperienced he is at this? Just a cold, severe rejection?

“You look so beautiful, baby,” you tell him quietly and breath catches in his throat, his pupils widening, his cock twitching in your hand. You kiss the trail from his sharp jawline up to his ear, allowing him to turn away. “Do you enjoy this? Do you want me to keep going?" you smile warmly when he whips his head back to look at you and meet his dazed crimson eyes. “I just want you to feel good.”

This reframes the entire scene for him in a one fell swoop, turning it upside down, leaving him disoriented. It wasn’t a challenge that he was losing, or a trial that he was failing, him giving in to his desires was what you wanted all along? You enjoy seeing his pleasure, even if he’s not being useful to you in return? It seems impossible to him, yet when you look at him like this, when you touch him like this, like he’s precious and wanted, when he knows he’s broken and undeserving… it feels intoxicating and liberating at once, in a way he couldn’t imagine before. He realizes at this moment how badly he wants this, even if he still doesn’t understand how far he’s willing to go for it.

“I… ugh, I… like it,” Diluc swallows harshly, his mouth suddenly dry, and if you thought he was blushing before, now the pink dust on his cheeks turns into a brilliant scarlet glow, covering his face, neck and even top of his shoulders. He clearly wants to look away in embarrassment, but makes himself hold your gaze. “If you… enjoy this too and… want to go on…”

You rake your eyes over him, sprawled in front of you, and smile, meeting his gaze again. “Of course I enjoy it. You look so fucking hot like this.” his eyes widen and his lips part, you can feel his tip leaking in your hand, his entire body strung up like a bowstring. He doesn’t know what to answer and he couldn’t talk even if he did, so when you lower your head down to kiss him he answers eagerly, with passion and gratitude he can’t express in words. You start pumping his cock again, now faster and with a firmer grip, and drink in his abrupt gasp against your mouth, as he freezes for a second and then returns the kiss with twice the abandon. This time he doesn’t try to fight it, his body trembling under you, his hips bucking up to meet your hand, his hands closing into fists, toes curling.

He breaks the kiss when you twist your palm against his pulsing tip, and he cries out, low and strangled, his entire body arching up, but his unfocused eyes find yours immediately, his gaze frantic, almost feverish. He’s going far outside his comfort zone, he’s relinquishing control and he’s so unused to this, he trained himself for years to do the opposite of this, to see it as a failure, so he needs your repeated reassurance to soothe his anxiety, to prove he didn’t imagine your desire few moments ago.

You lean down to him without breaking eye contact. “You’re doing so good, baby. You’re being so good for me.”

It shoots through him, bypassing the brain entirely, through the entire nerve system and right down to the cock, like only discovering a kink you were entirely oblivious to before can. His body goes rigid and he comes, with a choked, shuddering groan.

You stroke him through it, until he limply falls back on the bed, spent and panting. He reaches for you and you let him pull you in, hold him while he’s coming back to his senses, run fingers through his soft hair. When he opens his eyes, he looks at you with a small, almost sheepish smile, and it’s impossible to resist kissing him.

“Are you okay?” you ask, stroking his cheek and he leans into your palm.

“Yes, I’m fine,” he answers immediately, then realizes how it sounds and tries to correct. “I mean, I’m better than fine. I’m... I feel good.”

You chuckle and his eyes flicker to watch your mouth, then throw you a glance from under half-lowered lids. It’s enjoyable seeing him open like this, but what you really want is seeing him come undone. He doesn’t look tired and you know he can go on for much longer, but today it’s more a question of mental state than stamina.

“You want to go for another round?” you ask softly him and he blushes lightly.

“Well, I did technically… um, break a promise to ask for permission in the end,” he says with the same small smile that grows even more sheepish as he tries to avoid admitting he desperately wants more. “So it’s only fair if I remedy that.”

“Oh, of course. Honorable as always. So noble of you, Master Diluc,” you run your fingers over his abs, spreading cum all over them, and his brilliant blush returns in full force. But he doesn’t stop smiling, trusting your good intentions, that you’re mocking the hierarchy of ranks and not him personally. You kiss the corner of his mouth to reassure him, and his smile grows wider.

“Well, you can’t be successful in the commercial trade if you’re not answering for your obligations,” he says, trying and failing to keep a straight face. He really does recover very quickly, you think, if he can already banter. “The Wine Guild would kick me out if they learned I’d backed down on a deal.”

“Well, at least I know I can complain to the Wine Guild if you misbehave then,” your voice is still light, but you catch his chin and lift it up firmly, and he tenses up immediately.

He looks up at you, eyes intense as always, but now glittering in anticipation and tracking your every move, bangs tousled and lips parted for you to claim. You kiss him, messily, greedily, slide your fingers to the back of his head and pull on his hair, forcing him to expose his throat for you. You leave the trail of sloppy kisses and scraped teeth down from his jaw to the collarbones before you let go of his hair and allow him to collapse.

When your hand finds his cock, it’s already half-hard, throbbing. red. This time, you don’t go slowly, you grab it and start pumping it fast. He shudders, still so sensitive after a recent orgasm, and instinctively tries to close his legs.

You don’t force them open, instead, you catch his chin and meet his eyes again. “No,” you say slowly. “Open up for me.”

The thing about Diluc is that he doesn’t do anything by halves if he sets his mind to it. Once he opens up, he burns for you with the same single-minded dedication as he does fighting enemies in the night. He might not know how to ask for help, pleasure or affection, but he sure knows how to give and to give everything he’s got. Do not ask to have him if you want anything less than the whole.

He grits his teeth, his eyes smoldering crimson, and forces himself to spread his legs again, against his basic reflexes. The touch to his overstimulated dick is painful and igniting at the same time, it feels equal parts wrecking and delightful.

You smile and praise him and pump him even harder and faster than before, and he trashes in front of you, muttering a litany of half-choked curses, throwing his head from side to side, hands clawing at the sheets, thighs shaking, but staying open.

You asked for him and you shall have him, no matter what.

It’s still not enough for you, though.

You sprawl on your side against him, circling one arm around his shoulders, still stroking him with the other. The fight goes out of him. He blindly leans into you, trembling, a small whine caught in his throat. When you kiss him, his mouth is soft and pliant, but his hands clutch at you desperately, like a drowning man trying to hold on to the solid ground.

It drives you crazy to watch him writhe under you, completely unravelled, glowing brightly from feverish desire, scarlet silk of his tangled hair sprawled on the sheets, his hips bucking frantically into your hand.

You whisper sweet, tender praises to him, caress his face, neck and shoulders like he’s the most precious and fragile thing in the world, at the same time as your other hand relentlessly winds him up, squeezes his overstimulated, pulsing cock harshly, twists the leaking tip. The pain punctuates desire, a delirious contrast of torturously sweet and deliciously cruel.

His fingers dig into you, holding you close. He presses his face into the crook of your neck, clings to you, seeking comfort and shelter from the same sweet, unbearable torture that is also inflicted by you. The pleasure melts him, but the pain splits him open, wrecks him to the core, he wants this to end, and he wants this to never stop. More than anything, he wants to be yours.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re perfect,” you tell him and you mean it.

He breathes in through his mouth, drawing in your scent. “Please,” he gasps so quietly, you could’ve missed it if not for his lips moving against your neck. “Please, let me…please…”

Next time, you might demand more. Next time, you might make him spell it out completely, what exactly he begs you for. But this is his first time and he was already so brave for you.

“Yes, baby. You’ve been so fucking good. Come for me.”

He comes immediately and so hard, his entire body is shaking, the strangled scream caught in his throat. You keep stroking him, letting him ride it out through increasingly frantic and desperate thrusts, squeeze every last drop out of him until he collapses, limp and shivering, but still clinging to you.

You hold him, stroke his hair and kiss his forehead, whisper to him softly until he stops trembling and his breath evens out. You realize that he’s too weak now to get to the bath, so you stand up to get something to help, but he reaches out, catches your wrist immediately.

“It’s okay, I’ll be back in a second,” you promise. After you clean him up with a wet cloth, he pulls you in and curls around you so possessively and needy, you can’t help but smile. He’s fighting a losing battle to stay awake, the endless sleepless nights finally catching up with him, now that he lowered his guard for a moment and let his body feel alive. But there’s one thing he needs to ask, suddenly apprehensive now that the rush of lust passed.

“Did you… Was I… Ugh, damn. Would you perhaps?..” he stumbles over his words, not knowing how to phrase his concern that he wasn’t good enough for you and you just indulged him. You stop him mercifully.

“I *did* enjoy it. You *were* incredible. And yes, I would very much love to do this again.”

“Oh,” he says, relaxing against you, the same precious small smile appearing on his face again, now more content than sheepish. You chuckle, stroking his face.

“Besides, you did break my order to keep your hands up. You’ll have to suffer the punishment, or the Wine Guild will need to hear about this.”

He snorts indignantly and blushes at the same time. For the first time in many, many nights he falls asleep with a light heart and a smile still tugging at his lips.

a\n: I had fun writing this, so I might make this into sub!character series. Not taking specific requests per se, but you can let me know which adult genshin characters you’d be interested to hear my take on, both male and female.

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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Owl House Season 2 Reviews!: Separate Tides

Hello all you happy witches! I’m Jake, and I review things reguarlly. You might of seen my reviews of Enchanted Grom Fright or Wing it LIke Witches. Wether you have or you haven’t i’m proud to welcome you to my blog. I review episodes of animated shows beat by beat, getting into the ins, outs and what have yous and ocassionaly I cover shows at they come out, having Covered all of Ducktales Season 3 and Amphibia Season 2, and since I slept on the second half of season 1, I’m now doing so for Owl House Season 2! If you’d like me to cover the rest of season one, consider joining my patreon! Just one buck helps get me closer to my next stretch goal of 20 bucks a month, and hitting that means monthly reviews of season 1 in addition to weekly reviews of season 2 when i’ts active. So if you end up liking this review and want more more more, your best way to get that is to help sign up and doing so gets you access to my discord, your pick of a short when I do a bunch of them for my shortstaculars, and access to my exclusive reviews. So line up and sign up if your curious, LINK IS RIGHT HERE. Patreon allows me to get paid for my work as well as keep doing it as much as I am so any help is appricated and if you can’t I fully understand given these rough times we’re just now barely escaping from.

Onto the part you actually care about: I enjoyed Owl House season 1 quite a bit. It had some issues sure: the subplots often felt disconnected from the main plot and overarching stories during the first half of the season and one or two episodes could’ve been cut, but for the most part it was genuinely excellent and gave us a fun, weird, macbre , well crafted world with likeable heroes voiced by great actors, great jokes and most notably a bisexual lead with a lesbian love intrest, something that would be notable on ANY show, especially for my bisexual self, but especially on Disney, where the most we get from them on a good day pride wise are minor gay characters that can be easily cut out, and half hearted tweets that are heavily mocked by one of the voice actors on this very show who you may of heard of.

This is the second time i’ve gotten to use those tweets and sadly it probably won’t be the last. I”d also say he makes Disney sound like some clown version of the hulk but Clown hulk was evne more rediculous than Disney’s blatant pandering.

Did I really need to include a picture of the hulk posing as a robotic clown juggling a seal, a horse and an elephant drawn by the one and only Jack Kirby?... yes I absolutely did.

Point is the show was damn impressive and I was eager to see what was in store. So yeah I did see the first episodes ahead of time as they were released early to select viewers as part of a charity stream for pride month. I just held off on the review because while most fans would’ve seen these eps by now, many were probably holding off for the airdate, and I wanted to be respectful.

So now we’re all caught up how does the opening salvo of season 2 stack up? Is it better or worse? Does it involve a loveable golden shithead and Hooty finally making a friend somehow and causing Blitzo to have an especaially chilly day? The answers are waiting for you inside, full recap/review with spoilers under the cut.

The season starts with a cold open: Luz, in her badass cape from the finale, where she confronts a myserious monster on a bounty poster.. who turns out to be using the light to make himself look bigger and thus the biggest problem Luz has with the guy is getting him out of king’s mouth like the little demon just found a piece of steak.

We then get the spiffy new credits.. which are spectacular. Seriously their gorgeous both showing off how far our heroes have come and how close they are now versus where they started, especailly Amity whose gone from “trying to look aloof” to confidently showing off her power with a wiry smile. Likewise the escalated stakes are shown off as the three portraits for the hexside crew have been replaced with Lilith, Kiki and Golden Guard, and the shot of King playing with his toys is replaced with Belos standing powerful.

What i’m most impressed by.. is that Dana got THIS much changed animation in. Western cartoons usually keep the same intro for a while and the most star vs got changed in season 2 was a frame. Ducktales also somehow remained mostly the same minus a few subsittions (Such as swapping in gizmoduck for littlebulb, adding Della to teh shot of launchpad, and adding Della to the credits period). So while it’s not 100% new, the shot at the end and the race with the monster thing are both kept, it’s still almost entirely new stuff and while it’ll likely last into season 3, it dosen’t make it any less impressive Dana got this. Not the most impressive thing she’s gotten away with but given the most impressive thing is “letting her have a bi lead on a network that at most let a character have a gay friend in the past”, it’s understandable.

So with that we get into the meat of the episode as Luz vlog’s to her mom. Given she probably can’t send the message it feels more like a way to try ane perk herself up as well as fill in new members of the audience. It’s very clear from this scene and especially the next after it things AREN’T okay: We see Eda still trying to use her powers and while it turns out she has a scrap of magic left, i’ts not enough to actually do anything. Lilith is coping badly with the sheer weight of her actions against her sister and her fall from grace in the public eye, and the house has a whole has to now bounty hunt to scrape out some money. Theirs still SOME hope for Luz getting home at least as she has the key to the door, but otherwise despite her best efforts to say otherwise and stay positive it’s clear the reality is a lot more yikes than sh’ed like to admit.

Things aren’t better when they go into town as our heroes get smacked in the face with how much worse off they are: the Emperor, like any pety dictator, has cracked down hard in the face of resistance, putting up more emperor's coven sponsored stalls in the marketplace. It also shows that as breifly lived and kinda sudden the people turning against Belos and for Eda in season 1 was it’s had some nice lasting consequences: Belos is clearly just a tad rattled the people turned against him and is taking steps to make sure that NEVER happens again by cranking up his authority as much as he can without making them turn against him harder. After all if he comes down TOO hard on them, it’ll just make them rebel more. But if he say simply adds a few more stalls and some more propoganda, no one’s going to protest... and more importantly they’ll be too afraid to.

It helps thoguh that his main opposition has taken a PR Hit. Eda barely gets any money for her cart of bounties as the asshole at the cart and everyone around knows she lost her powers. Lilith has also, to her horror, been swiftly replaced by the new kid in town: Golden Guard, aka the mysterious teen we saw at the end of last season and in the opener. Belos has likely done this for two reasons: because he needed a new mouth of sauron to spread his bullshit the public would love to replace the liked and respected Lilith.. and because he likely knew Lilith didn’t like GG that much and promoting him in her place would piss him off. GG is a magical progidy, and despite only being 16 according to word of god he’s already high up.

So yeah our heroes aren’t in a great place and Eda shoots down Luz’ suggestoin of taking on a Selkiedama, a rare sea creature with a massive bounty. But with her mentor and new ally both having taken a hit to the self esteem pancreas, it’s Luz’ turn as she overhears Eda talking to lilith.. and finds out Eda’s not eating. She can’t get any apple blood because she needs to spend what she can food wise on Luz, as there’s not much Luz can healthily process out here. It’s a sad and often far too often real circumstance: a parent forced to not eat or barely eat so their child can.

This honestly reminds me of Steven Universe in the best way. Like Steven for Luz while this wasn’t a game, as shown by both’s hard work and dedication towards becoming a crystal gem and a witch respectively, it was still a fun adventure like something out of a fantasy novel. Sure there was danger and the constant threat of Eda getting caught and her curse acting up.. but both were manageable. Eda was so unstoppably powerful only Belos could challenge her and with him unwilling or unable to leave his castle to go fight her, there was no one who could stand a resonable threat. The Most Luz had to deal with was interpersonal stuff and by the time of the two part season 1 finale most of that was settled: Amity had gone from hating her due to a series of misunderstandings to having a massive crush on her, Willow had gained confidence, Gus was.. gus (He might just need a touch more focus this season just saying), and the one threat at school in Boscha had been taken down too many pegs to matter anymore. By the time of the finale Luz had gained magic, friends, love, and confidence. She had everything except how to tell her mom about all this really.

The finale.. sent all that crashing down. It showed just how precarious everything outside her friend group was: the curse finally overwhelmed eda, Lilith sunk to her lowest to mamke it happen, and Belos very nearly won. While Luz proved capable fighting various mooks and still ultimately won the day out, her fight with Belos showed how ultimately out classed she was. This went from a fun magical adventure to a genuine battle for freedom and for the very soul of the boilling isles.. and one Luz is now throughly aware she’s badly outmatched in.

To make matters worse her own choices left them in no shape to fight said battle: Luz’s decision to try and cure Eda with the hat lead to her capture and Eda going full owl, and while it was partly Eda’s own decision to destroy the door, it was Luz who ultimately had to push that button and did so on the boiling isles side of it, trapping her here possibly forever. While Luz made an udnerstandable decision in the first case and the right one in the second, they still had conseqeunces: lilith had to give up her own magic and take on part of the curse to get Eda back.. and eda was left with no magic, no income and no clue how to move forward. Before doing the right thing either lead to some wild shenanignas that ultimately turned out fine or lead to good things.. now Luz is seeing sometimes being a hero means that even when you did everything for the right reasons or did everything you SHOULD have done.. it still costs you. She’s now stuck here making Eda’s life visably harder, not that Eda cares.

I genuinely love this: it adds depth and weight to things: while Luz can still HAVE fun one off adventures, her adventures have now left a mark and while she still has her loveable optimsim i’ts slowly slipping.. it breaks this episode as we’ll see and while i’ts restored by the end of the same, i’ts very clear she won’t make it out of this the same person she came in.

So while Luz and King sale the seven seas, Lilith tries to put her mind at ease kicking off her subplot.. which i’m covering in full now because they don’t intersect at all till the last scene. So Lilith is not taking loosing everything well and instead is just having a mope sesh. Eda walks buy with a bandolier of potions like she’s some magical version of Cable... side note whoever writes the next cable ongoing, consider that will you? That’d be dope. Eda’s apparently realized there’s ANOTHER avenue for her powers: potions. They don’t require magic, so she can just sell some minor ones off.

Lilith, wanting to both prove her sister and Belos wrong while also GENUINELY wanting to make up for how shitty her behavior was, decides she too can make a potion, a scrying potion into the palace. With Eda still a fugitive it would be handy to have a peak into Belos castle.

But getting the ingredients proves harder than expected as Lilith can’t accept she’s just not as powerful as she was or that she actually needs help now. Help comes in the form of Hooty.

No seriously he is an actual help... coming to genuinely help Lilith because he assumes their friends. Granted he assumes he’s everyones friend when really out of those he’s met outside of those random mooks King actively despises him, Eda is constantly annoyed with him, Luz is the same but tries to be ncier about it, Willow and Gus are terrified of him and Amity tried to murder him. Granted ALL of that minus king is warranted: he tries way too hard with everyone so he ends up pissing them off or creeping them out.

Lilith only tolerates him because he is mildly useful and clearly won’t go away aka the reason everyone does. But her reason for rejcting his help, later screaming in his face to go away, is personal: Lilith wants to prove she can be self sufficent. To prove she can do this herself. In hindsight.. that’s always been there. She doggedly insited on trying ot cure Eda her way. Said apparently cure involved someone else sure but it was someone stronger who Lilith trusted over anyone else, even Eda. Lilith lost EVERYTHING making things right with Eda and is just depsperate to prove she can still be useful, that she isn’t outmoded without the coven or everything she dedicated her entire life to.

But Lilith learns the hard way that you really can’t do everything yourself and ends up annoying a colony of flaming bees.. or was it fire hornets.. I don’t know the point is they create fire and they sting people I think semantics aren’t necessary here. Lilith ends up surrounded and admits she needs help from hooty.. who gladly comes back, saves her ass and takes her yelling in stride, it’s what friends do. And it’s what Lilith needed: to see she dosen’t HAVE to do this alone and prove herself. What she was is gone but she can still be something new. And in the process Hooty FINALLY makes an actual friend, not by trying to force himself into their life or jabbing them in the eye while annoying them after they specifically said if he annoys them again they’ll kill him, but simply by doing something nice and being genuinely friendly. Both got what htey needed: lilith needed some support from someone she hadn’t horribly wronged and thus dosen’t have a complciated relatoinship with, and Hooty needed a friend. Awwww. they also got the ingredients for the potion so we’ll see how that panned out after the main plot.

Back a few hours and aboard a ship, Luz hops aboard, embracing the pirate’s life .. well a pirate’s outfit even though she’s a sailor. Look you can only wear a pirate outfit in about ten ways that are socially acceptable, I can’t blame her for getting after it. For the record those settings are: 1) A Pirate’s funeral 2) Halloween 3) A Funeral At Halloween 4) In honor of Stefan Karl Steffanson who played Robbie Rotten, either his birthday or his death day. Or just in general. I miss you man. 5) To kick Johnny Depp in the Nutsack 6) To drink Rum 7) To Pirate Media over the internet 8) At your Pop Pop’s funeral 9) As a sailor 10) To reinact Donkey Kong Country 2: Diddy’s Kong Quest

IT’s sad getting older is what i’m saying so if they want to dress like pirates they can. Oh and for added irony the vessel is working for the emperor and GG is on board. Oops. Luz is unaware though and successful wins over the sailors by scraping barnacles using king’s horn, swabbing the deck and doing a jig as all pirates or sailors do, to a traditoinal she shanty.

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Okay sadly not but come on Disney, you can afford “Lean On Me” and “All I Do Is Win” but not this?

Anyways King decides to go looking for crackers and instead finds a message with the emperor’s sigil.. and the golden guard who quickly grabs him.

But while our heroes prepare to follow the Selkiedama to it’s lair, they instead get a shock when a mystery pirate grabs their pay.. which the emperor decided was a good idea to keep on board with a crew that could steal it at any time, in a raging sea where it could be lost at any time, and with a crew going after a sea beast that could capsize the thing in an instant.

Luz and mystery pirate scuffle over the loot.. only for the Loot to get lost in the sea. As for the pirate it’s naturally Eda, which did genuinely floor me on first watch. Season 1 had the two off doing unrealted stuff as often as it had their plots intersect or had both in the same plot, if not more, so I figured Eda was going to show up in Lilith’s plot instead, or at the very least at the end of this plot. Not smack in the middle. Luz learns two things from Eda: one that the Selkiedama is actually peaceful as long as you don’t piss it off and that’s the REAL reason she didn’t take the job rather than not wanting to risk Luz, and two, this is an emperial ship.

The two argue for a second before the real threat arrives: We finally PROPERLY meet the Golden Guard. GG is played by Zeno Robinson, who is now double dipping Disney Show wise as he’s currently Remy on Big City Greens. He’s also the Green Poncho on Craig of the Creek, a storyline I really need to catch up on.. and a show I need to catch up on in general. Point is he’s awesome at what he does and also has the best twitter handle i’ve ever seen.

I also did not know before pointing out his twitter handle he also added the golden guard name to his name but clearly is VERY proud to be part of this series and rightfully so.

He’s an utter treat in this role too as the Guard is awesome from second one. He starts putting on the offical airs planning to arrest Eda and force Luz to continue sailing for money and easily curbstomps both. Eda is a bit more understandable as while she apparently can fight hand to hand, she’s far more used to either using her staff or her magic. Luz though we saw curbstomp a good chunk of the emperoror’s soldiers and scratch Belos. She didn’t remotely stand a CHANCE against Belos, but still the fact she was able to do anything to the strongest witch on the island is an achivment. GG just easily rolls her over.

We then get his REAL game: he’ll let both off free if they kill the selkiedama for him> He doesn't even know WHY the emperor wants him dead... he’s just following orders and clearly respects the man as much as Lilith did. It also gives me the feeling he’s been doing black ops style stuff for the emperor, stuff the Emperor couldn’t risk with Lilith as if she had to do some attrocites that werne’t business as usual, she might get suspcious and belivie lilith. His loyal possible son though? Someone he probably at least partially raised? GG will gladly do whatever the emperor asks with a smirk. Well presumibly. That is not an expressive mask. Is damn cool.

So after the two resist he simply gets a bit flustered/ annoyed and just pulls out his trump card: King, who acts like a scared dog and says he’ll kill this bird if they don’t do what he asks. Also he somehow thinks king is a bird... as @jess-the-vampire put it when we talked about the episode he’s either never seen a bird in his life or was just mocking them. Me I like to think of him like Jeb from scott the woz, just replace Gex with Birds.

Golden Guard: What about last week? \ Belos: That was a car wash.

Anyways with no other options Luz commits to doing a murder and Eda heads after her. Eda finally confronts Luz on why this is so important and we get easily the best part of this episode that dosen’t involve everyone’s faviorite golden little shit. Luz opens up that she heard all of that, and while Eda tries to deflect it with a freaks stay together Luz snaps at her her that doing so has only gotten her hurt. This is where that point I mentioned about things sinking in and the stakes being way higher comes in: Luz feels like being in Eda’s life has COST EDA TOO MUCH. The petrifcation, the loss of her powers, having to scrimp to feed only one of them... it’s just too much. Luz dosen’t want to keep runing her life.

But as Eda explains in her own way... Luz made her life BETTER. She made Eda want to be a better person, made her try harder to be one. Luz being around makes her better so no matter what has happened or what she’s lost to keep the kid... Eda will NEVER regret the gains. She gained a daughter, and that’s more than enough. It’s what Luz really failed to realize: sacrificing for someone you love isn’t a burden. It was Eda’s choice. Eda could’ve barely fed both of them. but she choose making sure luz got something she could digest and could thrive. And when you look back a lot of the choices were Eda’s: eda choose to keep using her powers to save Luz knowing what woudl happen, choose to hide the condition in the first place, choose to hide how bad it was and WANTED Luz to destroy the door over hre own saftey. Eda has always put Luz over herself like any good parent would and it took Eda just outright saying that for Luz to realize it: that no matter how bad thigns are.. they aren’t worth what they’ve gained. Luz isn’t protective of Luz because she thinks less of her.. she’s protective because this is her kid and she’ll do anything for her.

Still Eda has no intention to let Luz murder an innocent creature either and they come up with a plan, puttnig on a shadow play that makes it look like they killed the selkie dama using light magic. GG ... geninely keeps up his end of the bargin. Sure he leaves them stranded, but even that’s not too bad when you think about it: Luz can use ice magic, he likely knew that before even fighting her. While it won’t be an EASY voyage home, he knows she can manage it. He then warns luz to try and stay out of trouble for her own saftey. It shows beneath the mask of being the emperor’s servant he’s a decent kid who genuinely thinks he’s doing the right thing: He’s what Eda COULD’VE been in his shoes, someone with all the power and convidence.. but unlike Eda the exact wrong person telling them what to do. He’s also a massive loveable dork, lifting up King’s curtain over and over again just to see him scurry around panicked and best of all popping a FUCKING WHEELIE and going BYEEEEEEE. i just.. I have no words. It’s perfections. I already loved this kid for popping a witch wheelie but then he goes and added BYEEEEEEEEE to it. Beautiful. Can’t wait for more.

So after going to Eda, who pulled off her first glyps in the process, and confirming the selkies are all alive the selkie barfs up a fat lump. HIS NAME’S GENE! that turns out to be selkiegris which like Ambergris is worth a LOT. So our heroes are fincially secure and playfully roll around in the barf. I love a job that allows me to say things like that.

So wrap up: our heroes head back home, now secure, Lilith shows off her potion which our heroes aren’t sure what to do with and as they prepare to drawn on hooty, with Lilith promising to protect her bestie... we get a bit deeper into the castle and find BELOS HAS REPAIRED THE DOOR. “knock knock, human”

Final Thoughts: Seperate Tides is an EXCELLENT opener. it greatly strengthen’s luz’s character, introduces a great new threat and wonderfully expands on the fallout from the finale while helping deepen lilith and givng her her own weird animal sidekick in Hooty, a friendship I never expected but sure as shit love. It also greatly improves on the subplots of season 1, with this one being unrelated but still help forwarding plots and characters. While I didn’t hate most of season 1′s subplots, a good chunk were just irrelvant hyjinks with eda and/or king that made them feel like side characters in their own damn show. Hopefully the trend keeps up> This is an impressive opener and I hope the season keeps up this level of quality

Next Time: It’s Luz vs a magical Karen as we meet Amity’s mom. Also Lilith and eda try to master Glyphs. All this next week.

#the owl house #luz noceda #eda clawthrone #lilith clawthrone #king #golden guard #emperor belos #seperate tides #owl house spoiliers

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solohux · 4 years

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A prompt simlar to the three brothers promp But hux has A little sister ( im basing her off Sophia Lilis character from it) who is going to live with him bc problems with guardians so kylo is meeting this ‘looks like a cinnamonrol But will kill you’tween. Am torn ab her and hux dialoug when theymet, wil she hug him tight and beg him to take her with him bc she want her family or wil he have to drag her with him to the ship bc ‘i can handle my self’ Evn though she Was just in a fight with a bully

Adiena Hux has been on the Finalizer with her older, half-brother for three days when she disappears in the middle of the night. Kylo and Hux are woken by the alert from an officer who saw the young, red-haired girl attempting to get access to the locked hangar bay without permission, though he didn’t see where the girl ran of to afterwards.

“She’s only a teenager, Hux. Your kid sister,” Kylo says, hopping into his trousers. “Why aren’t you more concerned for her?”

“Call it a brother’s intuition,” Hux says, changing slowly out of his sleep clothes and into his uniform. “You needn’t come looking for her, Ren. I know where she’ll be.”

“You first met her 72 hours ago, she’s barely spoken a word to anyone but you know where she’ll be?”

Hux nods, giving Kylo a playful push back onto the bed. “I won’t be long.”

Hux is gone before Kylo can ask any more questions, marching out into the skeleton shift on board his star destroyer in search of his little sister. As for where she’ll be, it’s exactly where Hux himself went when he found himself on a star destroyer for the first time as a teenager, scared and alone—except Adiena isn’t alone, not anymore.

Hux is on the viewing deck of the Finalizer before he realises, having walked there whilst overworked and exhausted to find comfort in the stunning view of the passing stars. Sure enough, his sister sits huddled in the middle of the room, sniffling and staring out at the galaxy.

“Trying to gain access to the hangar in the middle of the night,” Hux says, startling her and making her turn around. “Some might take that as a sign of escape.”

“I just wanted to be alone. I didn’t think anyone would fine me up here,” Adiena says, wiping her tears away. In this light, her eyes shine. They’re the same shade of unique green as his; Brendol’s eyes.

“We’re more a like than you think,” he takes a seat next to her on the floor, trying not to feel offended when she shuffles away from him a little. “You know, Adiena—“

“Addie.”

“Yes. My mistake. Addie,” Hux corrects. “You may have been led to believe that we met for the very first time only three days ago but that’s not the truth. I remember you being born.”

Addie looks up, “You do?”

“I do. I was fifteen. Father had told me that you were none of my concern but I could hear you crying in the nursery and no one was tending to you. I lifted you from your crib and held you for the first time. We sat on the balcony and I talked to you about the stars. You stopped crying, it was like you were listening to me.” Hux smiles, recalling how happy he’d felt in holding his baby sister, talking to her and having her listen to him. “And Father caught me with you. That was the last I saw of you before I was sent away to be trained.”

“The stars have always made me feel at home wherever I am,” Addie says, shuffling back to his side. “Is that...because of you?”

“Perhaps,” Hux says, looking to the window. “Or perhaps there’s something in our blood.”

He can’t help but jolt in surprise when she leans her head against his shoulder, hesitant but wantingly.

“I’ve never had a real home,” Addie says. “I never knew my real family until my adoptive guardians died and they left my birth certificate in their will. I thought I was alone.”

“I never forgot about you, Addie,” Hux says, swallowing around the emotional lump in his throat. “Brendol told me that he’d found no use for you and sent you away.”

“He did. I was adopted, and my guardians told me about the mean old man who’d dumped me on the orphanage’s doorstep and left. Maybe we’ve got other brothers and sisters who don’t know who they are, ones who Brendol sent away too.”

“Perhaps we have. But you aren’t alone anymore, Addie. This is your home, and I’m your family. I’ll take care of you, I swear it. I know how it feels to be a lonely teenager and I won’t have you feeling the same.”

Addie is silent for a moment as she tries to discreetly wipe away her tears, “Thank you.”

“You can call me Armie, if you like. ‘Armitage’ is a terrible name.”

Addie huffs, laughing, “So is ‘Adiena’.”

“Armie and Addie,” Hux says, resting his head atop hers as the stars pass them by. “A perfectly good name for a pair of siblings.”

“I think so too. Armie.”

His nickname on her tongue warms him to his core, Hux finds, smiling as he thinks back to that day where he held her as a baby, wondering if he would have believed that he’d be sat here almost fourteen years later with Addie by his side and the galaxy at their feet.

One less lonely Hux; he can’t help but think about other potential siblings who don’t know their family. He’ll find them all and curse Brendol whilst doing it, but for now, he’s more than content to have his little sister back in his company.

#they look alike!#kylux #vaguely #armitage hux #hux siblings au #m:writing

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linkspooky · 5 years

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What are your top 5 Tokyo Ghoul characters?

I love to talk about how much I love my faves. If you ever ask want to ask me who my faves are for a series feel free to send me an ask.

1. Who do you Fight for? - Koori Ui

Seidou has the best character growth, but my undisputed favorite just in terms of character in Tokyo Ghoul has been Ui. What I like about Ui is that he hides all of the good things about him, and shows all of his most unlikable qualities on the surface. He’s jealous, spiteful, vindictive and far too judgemental on the other people around him. He basically acts like a hardass who has no friends because his entire life is his work.

But then once you actually get to know Ui as a character, you understand the profound sense of loneliness that affects him and all of his actions. The reason Ui acts so impersonally and even looks down on others so much is because he’s a soldier in a brutal and terrible war that has caused him to cauterize all of his emotional wounds with the burnt end of his cigarette in order to try to continue living.

Ui cares so deeply, but he never lets that caring show because he’s afraid of those feelings. He’s actually the most emotional character in the cast, the most sincere, the most deeply invested, but he is so afraid to let those feelings out of him because they will completely destroy him.

The most intersting thing about Ui’s character is that they do, we see his own grief destroy him. We see his mind deteriorate with loss after loss. Yet, Ui is so self aware in an ugly and visceral way of exactly what kind of terrible person he is, and the awful things he’s doing that he never stops being relatable evne in the middle of his descent to hell.

Ui can’t properly love other people, but he’d willingly walk into hell for the sake of the people he loves. And in the end, unlike Kaneki and Amon who are blind to their own selfishness, Ui admits he was doing it for himself, and his own grief. Ui’s selflessness, and his deep connection to others has the opposite effect, it does not make him a good person it drives him insane and makes him more selfish. His empathy is not a magic fix-it-all glue that makes others love him, it’s a trait that actively harms him for caring.

2. Hurry up and Die, Hurry up! - Hairu Ihei

It’s obvious that Hairu is one of my faves, she’s the other half of my all time OTP for this series. What I love about Hairu is the opposite about what I love with Ui. Ui cares too much, whereas Hairu only cares about herself. She’s physically incapable of caring about others, at least not in normal ways.

Which is why she’s such a perfect example fo what happens to children in the garden. They are all of them, broken and unable to ever be fixed, and all of them trying to live in this broken, half formed state. Hairu thinks that love is the magic glue that will fix her and lives her entire life for the sake of that love. She literally murders people en-masse because she believes that will get her a little more praise.

What is so interesting about Hairu is how affection starved she is. Literally, one person comforting her by patting her on the head once earns him her lifetime devotion. She lives and dies for the person who showed her the bare minimum of affection.

Hairu is literally off in her world because she can’t uderstand people. She can’t emotionally connect to them, because she’s broken and she’s about to hit her expiration date as well. And we see this in her character, how desperate she is to connect, and yet at the same time how distant she is from others and how little empahty she has for their pain. Hairu is brutal, she slaughters people, she plays around with them like a cat playing with their food, she could not care less about the suffering of ghouls if it gets her what she wants. But she’s so driven to that point by desperation to be loved, not geniune malice.

She’s in her own world and doesn’t understand people’s feelings because she’s always been alone, but everything she does to try to escape being alone only isolates her further until it all ends on her at once. A perfect princess, Hairu Ihei’s tower collapses on her and her head is crushed underneath a falling rock.

3. I would dream of that day, saving you guys, making me a hero - Seidou Takizawa

Seidou’s character is someone I admire for how relatable they are for all of their faults, but also how strong they are for constantly grappling with those faults. In a manga where characters constantly run away from who they are and their uglier sides, Seidou is completely honest with himself and knows the terrible things he’s done. He’s introduced as a selfish, entitled little brat, but then we see him actively get punished for that by being given everything he wants. He gets to be a special person like Juzou and Akira, he gets to be strong like them, he loses everything like them and it drives him completely insane.

Seidou is a walking inferiority complex, and he’s also someone who genuinely wants to be a better person so he can help the people around him. He genuinely desired to do good and be a hero. Seidou stays true to both of these traits at once, even when he flips from human to ghoul. They are both essential to the core of who he is.

What’s interesting about Seidou is he’s constantly fighting himself, because he thinks he’s so unworthy of the other people around him. He’s self destructive and always puts himself down, but his feelings of caring for others eventually become so sefless. He loves other people while being aware of their flaws, and aware of their own flaws.

And constantly confronting himself, his own trauma, and the terrible things he’s done like this is something that only hurts him, isolates him, and drives him insane but he’s the one who decided to live that way and he follows through until the end. No character is more human because Takizawa actually owns up to his human flaws and is constantly facing with them and deciding to live with them.

4. I hate all of them. Everyone go die, everyone drop dead. - Urie Kuki

Urie is such a bad person, and that’s such a sexy trait to have in a character. I don’t think people who like Urie grasp what a terrible person he is, and really that’s such a shame they’re missing out on all the fun. It’s not just that he’s mean to Sasaki, or verbally dismissive of others. Urie is two-faced, he secretly despises and looks down on everyone. Urie is a child soldier raised in an abusive system, and espite being a victim of that system he has no awareness at all of how much the system victimizes people and devotes all of himself to rising to the top of that system. He actively abuses and endangers the other people around him constantly to rise to the top of that system.

Urie is so selfish that everything he does in the end is for himself. His strength is to protect his weak self, his hatred for others is to keep them at a distance because he feels constant inferiority to them. Even when he tries to protect others, it’s because he doesn’t want to have to confront feelings of loss ever again.

Urie is just such a terrible person at handling his own little weak emotions, that he always buries them so deep and gets surprised when he goes berserk and lashes out on everyone around him. He’s not strong or even a particularly good leader, he’s a pitiful coward who can’t even have the smallest of humna conversations or confrontations with Mutsuki out of paralyzing fear of losing them.

His entire identity has been based around this oppressive system and because of it, Urie is utterly destroyed as a person. He’s just a total human failure. Which makes him my type of man.

5. “People who need reasons to do things are just trash” - Furuta Nimura

Furuta Nimura is the main character of the tragedy, the hero that tragically falls at the end. Nimura was born in the center of the tragedy, and let himself become as ugly as the world around him. But yet until the end he always used that ugliness in himself to fight against it, rather than succumbing to it.

Nimura is paradoxically, one of the most selfish, violent and cruel characters we see in the series, and yet he does not do a single thing for himself, and everything he does is for the sake of a peace which he himself never expected to live to see.

Furuta is a terrible person who does terrible things, but he’s also actively aware of this in everything he does. He’s so painfully aware that it crushes his identity and he has to live as something other than human, to continaully wear masks and hide himself in order to just survive. He chose to be the villain instead of the hero because that’s what the world needed him to be.

What destroys Furuta in the end is the human side he repressed, because he never allowed himself to be human. Not only that but the world around him would never allow him to be either since the day he was born. He’s a child soldier planning a double suicide with the world. He takes all of the ugliness he has witnessed and throws it back in the face of others. There’s no character driven by more powerful, darker emotions than Furuta, and start to finish his tragedy is the backbone fo the entire story. He’s the strongest connecting thread, which makes him a character as ugly, painful and complex as the world around him.

But that’s all just a joke. He’s actually just a memelord without feelings. There’s no way he’s actually sad about his life, he’s too busy laughing at others.PS: Laugh, it’s fun!

#furuta nimura #seidou takizawa #hairu ihei #spooky speaks #urie kuki #koori ui #metasks #Anonymous

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deepintoforestwego · 5 years

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How Fairest of Them All Was Born

She must have loved king once. She still did,in some way. Probably.

Thing is, love was a lot simpler than most people thought, and at same time very different but also exactly like what naive, idealistic youths took it for. It happened naturally, in the moment, yes, but it wasn't feeling, it was action. People had debated and discussed for ages how much of it was affection and how much passion, which was more fundamental, the trust or time spent together, whether age burned out enthusiasm and deepened respect or brought understanding at cost of attraction... The queen knew, in way she knew her own name, that love simply was.

You gave birth to child? You loved it, and it loved you back.

You shared bed with somebody? Two (or more of you) loved each other, at least in that moment.

You exchanged marriage vows? You loved each other.

Love was simply natural, a name for relationship that started when you did something intimate with another, something that you couldn't just do with anybody, but only with somebody worthy of you. Love was result of that special transaction, and it ensured that all was well between two of you.

Her husband had loved her very much, as should be obvious by fact that he married her. He allowed her her own chambers, to speak with his kinsmen, lords and bannersmen like an equal, trusted her input in his decisions and decrees, allowed her to advise and admonish him as she saw fit, and to spend her money as she wanted, and even he gave her key to his treasury. This all meant that their love was very deep, and thus entirely deserved, for queen had won it with her pedigree, as ancient and heroic as that of king's own line, her reason and critical thinking, her ability to read and influence people, to prepare medicines and poisons, her gift for counting and organizing, her network of spies, as well as her craft, that allowed er to predict things yet to be, and determine how next year's harvest would go.

He was kind, polite and considerate towards her because she had deserved it, because all men in world owed her that. She was fairest of them all, with her wavy hair,which seemingly never lost volume or got tangled, like strands of copper, and always done in form of intricate, respectful but enthralling braids, and no crown could come close to wildflowers she wove in them. Her skin was as soft as apple blossoms, and her cheeks and lips as lively as rosebuds, and she had eyes color of grass in may meadow, and flowers and jewels equally suited her. She always smelled very sweet, in fragrances of most well tended gardens, and dressed in colours as lovely and pretty as those of butterfly's wings. There was some strange, mature innocence in her eyes, and delicious, tamed arrogance in her smile. Her face was tiny, delicate and soft, unmarred and well tended, and she had slight waist and slender limbs, as if she was doll made and painted by some very tender and careful artist. She went well with king, who was tall and broad and had face that was always full of coarse hair and tiredness, like bear in last days of November, whose horses never lasted long and who could quite possibly crack man's skull with his bare hands.

( He had never hit her, for she never did anything to provoke him.

The queen believed that everything in life happened for some reason. Not because of gods, or some cosmic justice, but because actions reaped consequences. Thus, queen had no sympathy for children or women abused and battered by their fathers and husbands. If they were treated like that, they probably did something to deserve it. And if man was truly wicked to core, and simply loved tormenting everybody around himself, then they deserved it because they were far too weak to stop him.

The queen knew, just as she knew her own name, that sympathy only made you waste time and effort needed for your own goals on those undeserving of even your contempt.)

He wasn't faithful to her, because she never gave him heir.

He was fair, for a king, and he didn't admonish her for that, nor did he lessen her privileges, or even think of casting her away, for he was aware, as only few are, that a strong queen that would be clever, formidable partner was rare treasure. And he was wise, for sorceress scorned and humliated was terrible enemy to have.

But still he was a king, and so he took up mistress. One, yes, but you only needed to cut off somebody's head once too, and he might have very well done that to her.

The king's new lady was woman of considerable beauty, but far lesser than that of queen's. And though she was probably bit more warm and easy to get along with, because for all her charm and manners queen could be truly vindictive and far too eager to show off her superiority, and though she had her own talents and a quite sharp mind, she couldn't match queen's cunning, nor education and knowledge she possessed, and of course she knew nothing of magical arts. Much conflict had there been between two of them, and their families, who was superior, who was wealthier, who was closer to crown, who slaughtered more of rival's sons under cloak of night, ever since they were young.

But court, who are flippant, capricious bunch, and have no use for cleverness, determined that king's lady had won, for she was of far more robust health, and of wider hips, and day after queen gave birth to first and last child she managed to carry to term, a stillborn girl, the king's lady gave birth to a healthy young boy, and then another, and another, until seven of them were running through palace, and none were ever called bastards, except bythe queen when the king couldn't hear.

''The violets may be prettier than oaks, but when you need carve doors for your stronghold, common oak is only choice!'' Some minor nobleman said, and his companions laughed, and queen burned with rage, and grasped her throne's sides until her knuckles turned white, for she had to hold her tongue. Still she held door for treasury, and still king discussed all his decisions with her, and still all spies answered to her, and still she could send hail upon neighbor's harvests, and lady lived in comfort but away from queen, but..

But king's children numbered seven, and they were allowed to call themselves his sons, and ate at same table as them, but still their mother saw them often enough to have far too much influence for queen's liking. And the first prince was growing up to be very beautiful, and second proved himself natural with sword and bow, and third was good at diplomacy, and fourth had cunning glint in eyes, and fifth amazed all his tutors, and sixth was as obstinate and unwilling to obey her as much as seventh was attached to his mother.

And king didn't blame her, but neither apologized, as was his right, and he didn't come anymore to her chambers and so said nothing and did nothing to noblemen and huntsmen she brought in her bed, but his warriors, cousins, bannersmen did, and so did his lady, and queen couldn't slip a powder of herbs and innards in her wine, nor could she afford to burn king's lady's hair over specific hearth so that plague might strike her or bury poppet with her name on road so that carriage might run her over, and people talked.

The king was growing old. Were boar to gore him during hunt too deeply, or cold to take him too harshly, or were war to break out and last too long, or were he to fall from horse in accident over too firm ground... The king's lady was gathering her own followers, and none of princes loved or evn respected the queen..

Well, no wonder poor woman went mad, no?

When she started talking about how the king's lady had poisoned her, so that she might miscarry, fail to deliver her daughter, people took it for simple envy and spite, but agreed that there may even be grain of truth in that. Even when queen claimed the king's lady had been poisoning her for years, they agreed that paranoia was more than to be expected, and far easier to blame other woman than accept she was failure, and perhaps there was some truth in that, though it was truly outlandishly brave of her to say so to king's face. But she was angry, and desperate, and king was always easy on her, as was only reasonable with woman who might steal his dreams and turn him in a frog.

Some began to wonder, when queen accused the king's lady of resorting to witchcraft, that she had paid witches to cast spells, so that she could steal life of queen's daughter to fuel life of her son, for that was very ironic and unexpected accusation, but always people sought to find their own faults in others, and few even wondered if there may be truth in that, for one sorceress might be able to recognize work of another.

But they were sure, when one day king found queen writing a letter, and upon his inquiry she looked startled, and answered that as each week, she was writing letter to teir daughter. Their daughter, who was so beautiful that upon hour of her birth she was sent to fosterage to queen's mother and brother (who had both died long, long ago). And though she could still count and curse and advise as well as before, and appeared as reasonable as ever, none could break her of convinction that her daughter was alive, and very beautiful, and fully befitting of being king's firstborn, and that she terribly missed her home.

Such was her convinction, that in middle of summer, six months before eldest prince turned fourteen, she started to beg her husband to help her arrange her gifts, and carriage, and to prepare herself for travel, for their daughter wanted to spend time with her family, and share birthday with her half-brother. And though she took no money from treasury, she started to plan princess's feast, and embroider her a dress, and spoke with frequent fervor how it would take her a two weeks to go to her brother's home and back, and how she didn't want to be late to such important occasion, for it would break her daughter's heart.

The king pitied her, and remembered fact that queen's sister-in0law and nephew, who she was always close to, and who were often able to steer her moods and alleviate her sadness still lived, and thought that there could be no harm in letting queen leave, for she had already began grumbling over fact that no cook prepared meals for her daughter's birthday, and he couldn't imagine what terrible shock she would bear at celebration itself.

And so he let her go, two weeks before his son's birthday, for her sister-in-law was gentle and wise woman, who would know how to keep her safe, and find way to stop disaster that would be imminent, should queen return to his son's birthday. When he couldn't see, the king's lady laughed, though her sons told her that was cruel.

Once her carriage left the king's stronghold, the queen laughed too.

On the first day in her ancestral home, she consulted her father's mirror, which had never lied, and in which she could sometimes glimpse future, and once again made sure that none were watching her, that none knew of her plans and that no trouble unforeseen would stand in her way.

On second day, she checked books and scrolls she had amassed over years, for quite heavy price though none were paid with coin or jewel or acre of land, as king was too busy with his family, and once again made sure that she had memorized words she would need to speak, and amulets she would need to craft.

On third day, she put upon her special cloak, which she always kept hidden in locked chest, for her mother had woven it for her and inlaid it with feather of each bird that lived in their lands ( ''You are Freya in born in human flesh, my beautiful child'', said her mother, and suffered for it, but that would be some other story) and in half of an hour she had fled castle of king and towns of men for her own hidden halls, which rose high in defiance of Forest that grew on edges of human world.

On fourth day, she put upon her head a helmet of wyrm's skull, and robes of giant's skin, and earrings of draugr's fingers, and necklace of glass, said to contain the tears of ghost, and when moon rose at midnight she walked to edge of Forest, and took up fallen branches of ebony trees that grew there unchanging for centuries, and from them she carved four staffs and two eyes and one comb, and each shape in wood had it's meaning and function, and set them in snow.

On fifth day she returned, and found them unmoved and untouched, though terrible blizzard had blown that day, and around them she shaped a child from snow, not stopping even as her knees stung from cold, even as her shawls turned wet, even as her fingers turned stiff and pink, as her teeth hurt from cold, as her nails broke.

On sixth day she returned with her servants, who slit throats of beggars, and pettiest and worst criminals they could find, and street urchins,and the orphans and bastards, and those poor souls who lived alone because their villages deemed them mad and stupid and wicked, and of brigands and robbers and sick, all those who wouldn't be missed, even though everybody would notice their disappearance. Then she rung a little bronze bell, and each wound servants brough forth appeared on their own bodies, and then queen took out a bottle of powder, and blew it upon bodies, when blood soiled snow until it was as pink as young pork, and flesh rotted away until only pearly bones and black ash were left behind. And then, she sat down in snow, wrapped in doeskin and fox's furs, and waited through day and noon, fighting hunger, cold and temptations of sleep.

And on the seventh day, when death breathed upon her neck, and Hel made arrangements to receive her, the queen did three things. First, she took out a silver needle, such that you might use for embroidery, sharp as thorn, as painful as spliter, and pricked her finger. The second thing I will tell you not, for all creatures reserve respect of some kind, and she paid hefty price to attain such knowledge. But third I can tell you, though I think you should have guessed by now, if you know how these things go- she bargained.

(You must understand that, though queen could be as nasty as plague stricken rat, and more arrogant than thousand berserkers, and though she wasn't tenth as special as her mother thought, or half as wise as her father took her for, she did have her moments.

She knew that mortal magic, whether that of witches or volvas, or dragons or giants, or even draugr and Forests, was far from all mighty. To create life was far from possibility for any of them, and required aid of deeper, older powers, ones not from this world. Powers that required price.

She had her moments-she had sought out, fifteen years prior, to find one that wasn't cruel.)

And as bargain was completed, and queen clothed in ermine and pearls, she couldn't turn her gaze from figure she had made, which started trembling in hour in which, twice seven years ago, her contractions had begun. She watched as four staffs trashed and tumbled, like baby learning to walk, and wooden eyes blinked, and comb drove through snow until it's colour had bled out into it. She watched as ice covered wood, as pinkness was drawn out from newly formed bones, and joined snowmelt in blood that flowed through veins of frost, as rime and ash coiled together and crafted pale skin, as some invisible hands sculpted king's nose and queen's eyebrows unto child, and as snowflakes wove themselves in tiny little slippers and stockings, skirts and coat, bows and crown, lovely and delicate.

Her daughter stood before her, born from magic and massacre, and she was beautiful.

Queen howled with triumph, and grasped girl's hand, cold as dead fish, and flapped her feather cloak, and in a quarter of hour two of them found themselves before doors of largest of king's halls. Queen waved her hand, and they were thrust open, as if they were assailed upon by the greatest army in the lands, and they opened with sound like thunder, such that it overpowered all bards and all drunk bannersmen arguing, and those closest to doors, it is said, had fainted, and few had problems with hearing for rest of their lives.

''Behold, o kingdom, your princess! Behold, o princes, your sister. Behold, o my lord husband, your firstborn!'' Queen exclaimed, as silent girl walked hesitantly, daintily, unto silent hall, as all gazed and gaped upon her, andnone disbelieved queen, even ones who didn't see a perfect bland of her mother's figure, her father's lines. They should have, were it any other child, they should have thought of orphans quietly bought and trained to act like true royalty, of illusions and spells, and would have were it any other girl, but this one, she was...

She was beautiful. You must understand, she wasn't pretty, or sweet, or cute, or good looking. When she grew up, she would never be attractive or handsome. Were she dead, were she broken and bruised and bleeding and covered in filth and dressed in rags, she would be equally stunning as she was now. Such was her beauty, strange and otherworldly, kind that struck you down to bones, until you wanted to waste away because eating and sleeping would take away attention from miracle that she was, until you would cut out your own heart as present for her,more akin to statue of terrible goddess than a girl.

You can't blame the king's lady for begging for forgiveness. To think that this girl had been hidden away in fostering while her spawn enjoyed comforts of palace, that such true royalty had been sidelined while her brats rolled in privileges their statues granted them, that her inferior son had such gotten even a single crumb when they should have been celebrating birth of such wonder? So she knelt, and apologized for fact that princess had to share name, inheritance and air with her bastards.

You can't blame the court, the commoners, the citizens, the country for weeping when they saw her, moaning as guilt eclipsed them, the boy's tutors jumping away from them as if they were plague stricken, the lady's handmaidens for hissing at her, the stablehands for spitting in king's face. Few who heard what happened later would recoil in horror, until they had seen princess, and then everything made perfect sense.

You can't blame them for cheering as decision was made.

You can't blame the queen for suggesting it.

You can't blame the king for agreeing.

You can't blame the lady for sighing with contentment as she heard king's decision.

So whom can you blame, for fact that seven princes happily skipped to their death, all so that their sister, whose name they didn't even know, might be named the heir?

( Humans always ask, and so often the answer is same- the one who never asked to be born, who still screams and begs to become part of woods and blizzards and flesh again.)

It was as queen watched ravens feast on body of the youngest prince, swaying on rope, his head, once full of that fat and rosiness that can be found only with three year olds, turned blue and gaunt yet still smiling, that she realized her mistakes.

She had sought power willing to grant her wish that wouldn't be cruel. But she didn't ask after one who would have been kind.

And so she got her wish. A daughter so beautiful that no mortal might be able to resist her allure, no more than they could deny winter's chill- perhaps few would be able to bundle themselves up, build flames to keep it away, but they would still feel it.

A daughter so beautiful that any her wish would be granted. That wars would be waged, and centuries old feuds stopped for sake of second-long sight of her. A daughter so beautiful that all would dread her, and desire to obey her. A daughter so beautiful that she would be named heir without anybody complaining, that she could rule world when she has grown.

A daughter, who when grown would have no need of her mother, who wouldn't be able to influence her in any way, or defend herself against wonder she had created.

(She understood three things then. First, why they boys thanked her as she sent them to their death.

Second, that her daughter was her greatest spell. And thus, only force strong enough to wholly crush her spirit.

Third, that one day her princess would be the fairest of them all. And then, the queen would be ready to give her her own heart as present, because girl had earned it.)

And that is where trouble started, because queen couldn't think of anybody having power over another and nor using it, and she thought herself only one who didn't like to be controlled.

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libidomechanica · 4 years

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iraniq · 5 years

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Singularity

Barry got downstairs. Bruce had invited him, Diana and Clark for the weekend, since Louise was on a reporting duty, and Clark was a little off, he agreed. And Diana... Well she... Let's say she was free. About Barry... He had no plans in general.

# barry’s pov

I walked in the huge living room. On the... Fancy leather couch there was another boy... With an oversized hoodie, colorful pants and bare feet; eating cereal.

- Hi...

- Mmmm... - he mumbled chewing.

- Tasty, ha... - he didn't made a sound, besides the chewing.

There were steps on the stairs. Melissa appeared, Bruce's daughter... Oh how lovely she was... Even with her short dark hair... Long shirt... More like a short dress... Bare feet... Oh... She is short, not that this matters … people day tall women are prettier, fee ect., but this doesn't mean she isn't living, breathing perfection... “Don’t blush dude, don’t!”

- What the heck! - she yelled! - You are supposed to be in bed! Your stitches are still healing... – he proceed on chewing.

I was piecefuly sitting at the nearby couch, strongly pretending I am not here!

He suddenly toss the bow on the table... The milk slipped out, he got up and rolled his hoodie up.

- Jesus ... - I could hear him chuckle, she blushed. - Why you... Uncle Al had to change the pads, and you took them off...

- If you want me in your bed so badly, you could just tell me!

- Ugh.... - she then acknoleged me. - Oh... Morning, Barry! - I waved at her.

- Come on! - he pushed her in the opposite direction and they headed upstairs.

- Why I can't have a girlfriend like her... Oh... I am hungry! - I headed to the kitchen.

It was afternoon already. Diana and Clark were outside at th pool. Sunbathing.

# Diana’s pov

- I love this place! - Clark gave her the 'judging you' face. - I know, I know... But you can have some fun too... I know... There was an anniversary of your father's death... But he wouldn't want you to suffer and feel down....

- I know... - he said. - But...

- Besides that I am sure he will be proud you got yourself a nice life... And that one of your close friends bought your house back fromon the bank...- I made a cute face in his direction.

- Ha Ha Ha... Keep reminding me that!

- Come on, he is trying... - I pinched his shoulder. He finally laughed.

There was a light cough. We turned right and saw Barry.

- Oh, hi, Barry! Ready for some swimming.

- Damn... This thing is huge! - he squealed when he saw the pool.

I laughed, so did Clak. Barry seemed to lift all our spirits.

Melissa appeared. I felt uncomfortable... Between me an Bruce there was a... Certain tension. Not that we were something... But I felt anxious around his daughter. I know her mother was... Out of the picture, but it didn't make me feel better. Like my presence in general was stealing something.

- Hey Melissa. - I waved at her. She turned her head at me and smiled, not a smile you made when you are pleased with someone's presence, more like a polite one. She was with her boyfriend. I had no idea how... Bruce didn't killed him by now.

- Does your father knows you are having company? - Clark teased. I tried to make him stop talking, but he already dropped the bomb, not exactly aware of our “situation”.

- Well ... - she started - I don't ask him who he fucks... - she looked at me - ... And he doesn't ask me. – her company laughed out loud.

- Wow... That was...

- Grown up people talking, Clark! - she remarked.

The boyfriend spoke.

- What's the old man doing?

- Testing hyper active guns... - Barry said. It was obvious he had a thing for the young missis Wayne, but was respectfylly doing his best to cover it.

- No... If they were hyper active, he wouldn't even be there, they respond to even a slight movement...

Now I realized why the boyfriend was still alive. He was having an argument with Barry right now.

- Come on... Leave the boy alone!

- Mel...

- Jack...

- Fiiine... - he raised his hands and waved getting closer to the table where several guns were lying. He took one, and fired at Bruce. We all froze. I heared him cursing. Melissa laughed. Then her boyfriend throw the gun back to the table and toss her in the pool, jumping after her.

- Jaaaaack … your stitches … - she yelled, before he kissed her, don’t know about her, but her boyfriend definitely noted Barry’s unfortunate attempts to hide.

Alfred appear with some cocktails he made for the guests.

# Clark’s pov

Barry gets super excited when someone brings him food, like a little puppy.

- I hope these are alcoholil free.

- Of course they are. - he smiled warmly and handed me one.

- Uncle Alfred! - the boyfriend yelled.

The old man's hands get shaky, he quickly let the tray on Diana's hands.

The young man quickly got out of the water and headed towards Alfred, hugging him tightly, even lifting him a bit.

- Oh... - he laughed with a teary eyes. - I haven't seen you in... So long. - he tapped his shoulder.

Melissa was smiling. I knew the Wayne family funded the orphanage, maybe Alfred adopted this boy as a child, or maybe, he was his guardian. in any cases, it was a heart warning to watch. I felt my own eyes got watery, so I looked away.

- Uncle Al … tell him, he isn’t supposed to be in the water with the stitches.

- Well … - Alfred was still holding the boyfriend’s hand – He is a tough guy, he will be just fine.

- Told you! – he smiled at her.

Diana face me a glass with a colorful liquid, Barry was already half through the second huge burger.

- Where do you put this all? - the boyfriend asked.

- Hmpf... - Barry said.

- Yeah... Me too. - he pet himseld. - Do I look good, uncle?

- I think you should ask your girlfriend, Jack. - Alfred winked at Melissa.

- How do I look, Love... Do I look bad? - he made a pointing face.

- Disgustingly horrifying, sir!

- You ALWAYS know what to say!

- Yes, like the fact you are not supposed to be in the waster with …

- I am fine! - he pinched her cheek, and leaned to kiss her, but she licked his face instead.

- Hhhm … I don’t know to be grossed or impressed …

Alfred looked away shaking his head.

The three of them laughed. It was definitely an inside joke, obviously Barry got it too. He almont choked on laughing.

I saw Bruce coming in the distance.

Melissa and Jack were... Hugging... If you call grabbing someone's ass... A hug...

# Mel’s pov

My dad was heading our way. I am sure J saw him, because he was fast to squeeze my ass, I as a fair player, I did the same.

- Hi, old man. - he teased my dad.

- Ha... - he laughed awkwardly - I am still getting used to your normal hsircolor. - I am sure after this remark of his, everyone imagined Jack in crazy red-purple shades.

- I am even growing my eyebrows back, look! - he pointed at them, I ccouldn't resist but pet one. He purred.

By the roll of my dad's eyes I got he was uncomfortable. Not that I wanted to be around him... Not because he was childish in love with Diana, but because the fact that be still treated me like a child, and Jack like a bloodthirsty pedophile, although he was only 7 yars and a month older than me.

- How’s the cabin in the woods? - Alfred saved the silence.

- I am getting there... It took me 3 and a half years to pick the perfect place. It's... I am getting done... Soon!

- Ha... Your soon is million years away. – I teased.

- Shush!

I chuckled and looked away. Barry had almost ate the plants in the vase. Diana and Clark were looking at us, styding. As I made a grymase, thy both looked away. My dad started a small talk with Clark, right after he asked Barry if everything was OK.

Barry was now the "son". The son he always wanted and never had, although for a while he was a leagal guardian of a boy – Jason. After Alfred did his official guarding of the 13 years old Jack, he was 6 when uncle Al got him; my dad took him under his wing. The brilliant genius. "Such knowledge must not be wasted!" - he loved to say. I am not smart, not evn handy, clumsy and shit is my superpower. As a child I was mad I wasn't allowed in the boys workshop. Uncle Alfred loved to say, my dad was giving Jack the love they took away from him... Unfortunately as Jack decided that 16 years old me, he was 23 and already in crime, was an amazing future wife material, my dad cut him short. Jack and Jason had agreed to voulenteer in the crime world, so they could help the one and only great hero of Gotham - Batman, to save the city... Little they knew, if it wasn't on his terms he didn't agree. Jason cut all connections with us, as I know he somtimes calles my prince... but just sometimes.

Now... My love was an object of hate, hate that coms within, the faliar of one’s parenthood. 2 years ago we had a huge fight, he purposely shot J one night, and I told him, if he had hurt J again, I would run away with him, and live in his world. My dad got a change of heart. Uncle Al was beyond happy, he could see his... Well J wasn't exactly his son, but after my dad turned super dark and depressed and pushed the world away, including us, that was a second chance for uncle to have a proper family.

I felt a pinch on my hand.

- I am talking to you, Mel!

- Oh... I am sorry I was thinking...

- You can do this?

- Don't be a dick J!

- I... - Uncle coughed in the right moment. He had this superpower of knowing when we will say something stupid. - ... Apologize... - he said and looked at Alfred. He nod his head in approval.

- Well I guess we all can have lunch now... - my dad started.

- How about we test for guns?

- Maybe later Jack...

- Oooh... So unfair! – Jack made a pretend cry face - I let you fix my car, and now you don't let me fix your guns...

- You already have advantage enough... - my dad looked at me, so did J and kissed me pasionatly, I can tell all looked away. – Mel is not a price, but … Fair enough. - he laughed .. his way!

Sometimes he can't help himself. After all this years... It's beyond him sometimes.

They all jumped in their seats. Alfred sighed with heavy heart. But Bruce was fast enough.

# Bruce pov.

- Hey it's OK! - I signaled Diana and Clark, Barry seems to be totally in awe.

- But... - Diana started, a little worried.

- Yes, it's him! - I said and looked at Clark, he was calm, although our complicated past he trusted me, probably because i bought him his house back from the bank.

- Upsy Daisy... – he giggled, but it sill came out as himself.

- Please don't laugh again... It gives me the chills. - he frowned, but obeyed. - Yes... - I signed looking at the shocked Diana. I pinched the bridge of my nose, then rubbed my neck...

- That's the Joker! - Barry suddenly realized what's going on and screamed.

- Boo... - J hissed at him and Barry jumped.

- Don't be childish! – I remarked.

- Don't be rude! - there she was again, always taking his side.

- Melissa...

- Father! ... Yes, he is... Him! - she pointed at him like he was some royalty, he did a little bow, I hate how dramatic they are! - Chill he is OK, he is having some time off...

- He lives here.... And he is her boyfriend?- Diana was still shocked,

- We…

- No! – he stopped her and whispered something in her year, then she chuckled and hug him. Barry was yet again wondering what's going on. Clark was already back at his seat, finishing his cocktail,

- I think I need an alcohol one now...

- I can make you a killer one! - J winked at him.

Clark looked at me, I nod my head, he got up and gave his glass to J. The anniversary of his father’s death hit him hard.

- What’s your poison of choice? – he asked.

- Surprise me!

- But he is a bloodthirsty killer! - Diana screamed.

- Yes, and your people did not kill every man set food on your island, just because they found it...

- Melissa...

- Don't Melissa me dad, I am right, also - restrain your girlfriend.

- I am not...

- You are!

- ... Girlfriend... – Diana said in low voice.

- Oooh... What a shame. - he laughed... This maniac laughter. It haunts me in my dreams too, like the things that haunts me aren't enough... - That was a black dot in your bright future! – the clown looked at me, useing my favorute remark on mysel.

Melissa poked him and he shut up.

- One... Unhealthy alcoholic cocktail coming your way... I doubt you have a problem with this, it’s not that you can get drunk...

- My girlfriend is on a healthy diet and I am supporting her.

- Please... She probability got some nasty ideas form the internet... I will write you a healthy diet, not many involved alchohol, but some not exactly forbid specific ones.

Clark looked surprised, Diana was still shocked, Barry looked hungry, and... Alfred and Melissa were proud.

- He is vegan... And is good at healthy stuff... - I shrugged, as much as i hated him, I couldn’t deny the truth.

Jack was back with the cocktail, pen and paper ready for the interview.

# Alfred pov

We were all gathered around the pool. Jack brought some energy bars for Barry. And a cocktail for Clark, it smelled like poisonus alchohol mix.

I smiled, the Joker sat next to Superman, and started asking him about Louis, body structure thing, habits, daily routine, preferences on food, guilty pleasures... He wrote them all down and started calculating. I am on the same healthy diet myself. I look around 50, which is big win, as I am actually 64, Mel stopped eating meat 3 years ago, to keep up with his tempo. Bruce also, but he was hiding it. His open fatherhood wound was still bleeding.

Diana wasn't pleased, Bruce was talking to her, couple of meters away. Barry already ate the bars and was sneaking to hear their conversation.

- Maybe you can make her some epic dinner... You travel a lot, why not gather ingredients from everywhere, it will be a blast.

- Oh... That's an idea. - Clark smiled.

- So... You are expert on...this? - Barry, asked.

- Well... - he looked at Mel, she blushed - I have done it soo many times... look Melissa for example! – he pointed at her, she looks not more then 15, exactly the girls I like. – he said this out loud, for the open public of 2 in the distance. His hatred would probably never heal as well. - Aw... Why you pinched me!

The kids kept on playfuly barking at each other. Bruce somehow convinced Diana not to freak out. Barry was sitting next to J, soaking every word he said, like his life depended on this.

I was happy, all my kids were together and happy.

I remember when I first met the 6 years old Jack, hiding under the bed, with a knife, he was accused of assault on one of the other kids, it turns out he was protecting his room mate in the orphanage. I knew it right there when I saw him, he was just like Bruce, but a little more violent and an idea more brilliant.

I remember when he first met Melissa. She was 9 and he was 16. The way he looked at her. I knew this will end in love.

- So... - Barry's voice got me out of my trans. - You are the Joker...

- I am Jack today, I have couple of weeks off, can't you see my hair. And I also have eyebrows! - he pointed at them and Melissa tried to pet one again, but he stopped her.

- So... You... Live here, you are kinda... Alfred's kid... And he is Batman... And you...

- Fuck his daighter...

- J! - she screamed.

- What, I thought we were grown up peole...

- God... – she exhaled.

- He is, kinda. – J pointed at Clark, who smiled in response. – Oh, you meant the other one … Of course he is busy, otherwise you were gonna bother him all the time...

The two of them kept the scandal going....

After the disaster at the pool Bruce left for his room, Clak got out for a run and Barry went with Diana to help Alfred make the dinner.

# J’s pov

- So... - obviously I had to start the conversation.

- So?

- You didn't answer my question.

- Which one?

- Did the league of shadows knows about our little charade here?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- Yes I am sure J...

- I know this must be...

- Hard for me? ... That I thought my mother was dead and suddenly she comes and she is "Hi, I am Talia, and I am the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul, the leader of the League of Shadows... And I know you are playing this silly charade, and if you are good at it and never stop you and the city will be allowed to live...

- I wouldn’t exactly say it like that, but yes … That was indeed nuts, but we do what we have to do...

- Nuts... Come on... Do you know what's nuts... Jason... Was chasing himself as Robin and the Red Hood...

- It was hilarious... - I laughed, she smiled, although she tried to hid it, but I saw.

- At least he is happy now.

- Yes!

- How is he?

- Fine, under his management there is no rape in his town of operation, the prostitution of underaged girls is also almost gone, I helped on this one! - I wikned at her. - People are frightened but definitely safer. Joker and Red Hood are unstoppable team.

- I know, thank you Love! - she blushed.

- Sometimes he asked how you are, how's Uncle Alfred. But just sometimes.

- Yes... - she smiled.

- Don't be blue, you knew he was ... Wacko from day one.

- I know... - she came closer and sat in my lap.

- What you say... We run away of here...

- J...

- Just for day or 2, I want to show you my progress on the cabbin in the woods.

- No unexpected surprises?

- No, I promise...

- You sure...

- Oh... You read me like an open book... Maybe... Just maybe a little proposal... But I haven't decided yet. - I bite her year.

- Jack Napier... You are a horrible person!

- You too Melissa Wayne…. Although I like the name Mrs. Napier more on you.

- Thank you for not using my other name.

- I can't even say it, you are named after your grandmother, and the second one means "Light".

- Yes...

- Do you think your dad will sneak his girlfriend in here.

- I am sure he already did...

- Neat...

- Obviously we the Waynes have a thing for pedophiles... - she is so cute and hot when she is sarcastic. - ... She is probably twice his age... No 3 times, she was already an adult when the second world war happend...

- OK... Change of subject...

- Yes, I will run away with you in your sweet cottage in the middle of nowhere...

- If your mother is truthful to her word and kills her father, with the help of you and me... Jason will so help us as well … One day we will be able to really go there and never come back!

- I would love this! - she leaned closer and kissed my nose.

- Till then we will plot.

- We will. - she smiled.

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memoriashell · 5 years

Text

to you, who i write for

Characters / Pairing: Soriku; though it really just reads as Riku angst / pining.

crossposted on ao3

Notes: This was the first thing I wrote post KH3 and I think I’m okay with putting it out at this point. So yes, warning for KH3 spoilers.

The formatting of this fic is a little weird quite frankly, because it’s a ( mostly ) texting based fic. I used strikethrough at points to indicate messages that were deleted / unsent, but since I know strikethrough can be finicky on some devices ( tumblr mobile ), so I’ve gone ahead and also italicized those parts as well.

There are also some obvious typos! Mostly for a touch of realism because Riku absolutely accidentally typos shit. There are other reasons that I hope are obvious when reading it!

Summary: Riku keeps sending messages because he doesn’t know how else to cope.

( somehow, i hope these words reach you )

[ Text : Sora ] I’m sorry I haven’t texted back in a while.

[ Text : Sora ] We’ve been busy. Not that that’s any excuse.

I’m sure you’ve been too busy to notice.

[ Text : Sora ] Mickey said to tell you he sends his best wishes.

Let me knwo if you need anything.

It’s an admittedly bad habit he’s gotten into, writing up messages that he won’t send. Riku means to cut off the urge before it become a habit, but here he is, still typing up messages for him and him alone.

It’s kind of therapeutic, to write up the things that he can’t really find the words to say aloud— and one would say he should invest in a journal before he accidentally sends a text he does not mean to, but he doesn’t think it’d be quite the same. Doesn’t simulate the same kind of conversation, even if that means a few things that he doesn’t mean to say slip through.

( If it were just anyone he was sending these messages to, Riku knows he might have more than a few reservations— but it’s Sora, who never judges him, even if there are more than a few things he would like to keep secret for him ).

So he continues typing up messages to get things off his chest, and if Sora finds it annoying that he spends more time typing up theoretical conversations than actually having them, he never says anything about it. Probably because Sora only understands how to use their gummiphones half the time to begin with.

Of course, he does send actual messages too, even if perhaps less frequently. Short little blurbs when he can tell that by the increasing frequency in his messages that Sora is worried ( and as bad as Riku is at saying what he wants, he can at least make sure he isn’t worrying for no good reason ).

Notifications of social media updates, text messages that were a litany of errors between them; the buildup of numbers bring some form of comfort.

Until they don’t.

[ Text : Sora ] It’s not like it’s nothing new. Being separated from you two.

We’ve done it before in worse circumstances.

[ Text : Sora ] It hurts?

Is this what it was like for you?

I think I understand your pain now. Srry.

[ Text : Sora ] Are you coming home soon?

[ Text : Sora ] It’s still weird to not wake up to you clogging up my notifications.

[ Text : Sora ] I guess I can return that favor for once.

I’ll try to keep you updated on hwo everyone’s doing.

[ MESSAGE UNREAD ]

If he had been dependent on his phone before, then it was most certainly his lifeline afterwards.

Old notifications are left alone, a flashing number remains constant—as if the moment Riku checks it, it will disappear ( and some of the hope that he clings onto will go with it ).

He sends messages when he needs someone to talk to, so, nothing has really changed in that regard. He thinks about it a little more like writing letters than a journal. Sora will see them eventually, he hopes—thinks he would laugh at how many messages he sends and what kind of things Riku chooses to talk about.

It’s better than thinking of the alternative—

( The illusion is jarring and broken more quickly than he would like to admit because Sora has almost always been quick to check his messages, regardless of situation, the fact that the device will remind him of the fact that his messages continue to go unread is jarring and hard to get used to.

He willingly clings to the hope that something might change )

[ Text : Kairi ] Why.

[ Text : Kairi ] Why was it you?

Why was it him?

[ Text : Kairi ] Was it all pointless?

I think it’s my fault.

[ Text : Kairi ] For not doing something.

Sooner.

Better.

Whatevr.

[ Text : Kairi ] It should have been me, not you.

[ Text : Kairi ] I want to see you two come back.

[ Text : Kairi ] We should talk when you both are safe again.

[ Text : Sora ] It’s weird.

[ Text : Sora ] Sometimes it feels like you two are dead or something.

I mean.

You kind of are?

[ Text : Sora ] But you promised. You’d come bcak.

I’m holding you to that.

[ Text : Sora ] Sometimes it just.

Feels like we can’t talk about you for some reason.

Guess everyone’s still hurting.

[ Text : Sora ] They miss you, though. I can tell.

They miss both of you.

[ Text : Sora ] I miss you both.

[ Text : Sora ] Come home soon.

[ Text : Sora ] You promised.

[ Text : Sora ] If I called, would you answer?

[ Text : Sora ] I guess not.

There are some miracles evn you can’t pull off.

[ Text : Sora ] I’m trying to act like it’s okay.

[ Text : Sora ] You can probably tell otherwise though. You’ve always been good at that.

Even if you can’t pick up on other things.

[ Text : Sora ] Srory.

About everything.

I’ll try harder.

[ Text : Sora ] I know you’d want me to.

[ Text : Sora ] I can’t

I haven’t been seleep?

Sleeping.

[ Text : Sora ] I keep.

[ Text : Sora ] Dreaming.

[ Text : Sora ] About yyou? I think?

Thats not really somehting new, though.

[ Text : Sora ] But it’s dffrnet this time?

I think

I know?

I’m seeing hwat you’re doing?

[ Text : Sora ] Im.

[ Text : Sora ] I’m nnot sure?

[ Text : Sora ] I’m worr

[ Text : Sora ] Im scared.

[ Text : Sora ] I’m scared for yuou.

[ Text : Sora ] I haven’t mentioned it too anyone.

I’ll have to eventually because I’m not sleeping enough

Can barely make sense of what I’m writing.

Pretty sure Aqua’s going to start casting sheep spells on me soon.

[ Text : Sora ] I’m sure you would agree with her.

Probably would have beeen the one to fall asleep instead.

[ Text : Sora ] But.

I can’t tell them?

Not yet,

[ Text : Sora ] I don’t wwant them to have to hurt more.

[ Text : Sora ] I know you’d want me to rely on them but.

Trust me on htis one?

[ Text : Sora ] I

I think

I know Im asking too much

[ Text : Sora ] I’m being selfish agian?

Sorry.

[ Text : Sora ] Pleaes come back soon.

[ Text : Kairi ] I hate you.

[ Text : Kairi ] No.

I don’t.

[ Text : Kairi ] I hate me.

I think you knew that already, though.

I’m sorry.

[ Text : Kairi ] I wish you were here.

I think you’d know how to handle thsi better than I do.

I miss being able to talk to you.

Both of you.

[ Text : Kairi ] I’ll make it up to you both.

Soon.

[ Text : Kairi ] I promise.

[ Text : Sora ] I miss you.

[ Text : Sora ] I’m sorry.

[ Text : Sora ] You two have been gone for a year now.

It’s weird.

I guess we can officially hold a funeral?

[ Text : Sora ] I’m joking. Kind of.

It was a serious consideration, I think. By someone.

[ Text : Sora ] Probably Lea.

[ Text : Sora ] Still having dreams but.

Less frequently lately.

I’m worried. Is everything okay?

[ Text : Sora ] Before, I could always tell you were alright.

Just a feeling in my heart that told me so.

I’m starting to wonder if I can actually tell that you’re alive still

Or if I’m just being hopefull.

[ Text : Sora ] We miss you.

[ Text : Sora ] We haven’t given up on you two.

[ Text : Sora ] So you better come back.

I think they’ll cry if you don’t.

[ Text : Sora ] Because you.

[ Text : Sora ] For them.

[ Text : Sora ] We just.

[ Text : Sora ] Aynways.

[ Text : Sora ] Just hang on a little longer. Please.

[ Text : Sora ] I sthis my fault for not doing anything.

[ Text : Sora ] For not saying anything?

[ Text : Sora ] Im

It’s too late now, I guess.

[ Text : Sora ] I wish I could hcange things.

[ Text : Sora ] It wasn’t supposed to be you.

[ Text : Sora ] I’m sorry.

[ Text : Sora ] I miss you.

I wish I didnt.

I know it’s not weak to feel like this but.

[ Text : Sora ] I wish I ccould be stronger. For both of you.

[ Text : Sora ] Srory

[ Text : Sora ] Sorry

[ Text : Sora ] I love you.

[ Text : Sora ] It’s kind of weird.

Scary weird.

[ Text : Sora ] Sometimes it feels like everyone else has forgotten about you two.

[ Text : Sora ] I guess they’ve started moving on and I haven’t.

I always hold onto things too long.

[ Text : Sora ] Somehow it doesn’t feel that simple.

[ Text : Sora ] Don’t tell them, but

I’m scared they’re forgetting?

[ Text : Sora ] It’s happened before. Not tht you remember.

[ Text : Sora ] That’s why I have to keep sending you messages.

Even on the bad days. When I can’t

Dont know what to say.

[ Text : Sora ] So I won’t forget.

[ Text : Sora ] Sometimes I think I’m being irrational, though.

[ Text : Sora ] I know they still remember you.

[ Text : Sora ] They have to.

[ Text : Sora ] You haven’t forgotten about us either, right?

[ Text : Sora ] I can’t

[ Text : Sora ] Im trying

[ Text : Sora ] It’s.

[ Text : Sora ] Bad.

Feels bbad. Brken.

[ Text : Sora ] Haven’t written in a hwile.

While.

Sorry.

[ Text : Sora ] Cant figure out what I want to say.

[ Text : Sora ] Trying to be better.

[ Text : Sora ] Cloud be worse?

[ Text : Sora ] That’s not. Saying mcuh.

[ Text : Sora ] Sorry.

[ Text : Sora ] I’ll try to ttalk to you again soon.

[ Text : Sora ] Kairi came home today.

[ Text : Sora ] I’m sure you knew that.

[ Text : Sora ] We talked for a bit.

She couldn’t talk about you.

Can’t blame her.

[ Text : Sora ] You’re worrying me again.

What happened?

[ Text : Sora ] I think it’s been almost two years now?

Not srue.

Stopped keeping track.

Days keep blurring together.

[ Text : Sora ] I did a year before

So this shouldn’t be that much worse.

But it’s so much harder ths time?

[ Text : Sora ] Probably because I at least knew you were safe last time.

[ Text : Sora ] We’re trying.

[ Text : Sora ] Im try

We want you back home. Safe.

[ Text : Sora ] I’ll try harder.

[ Text : Sora ] Are you waiting for me?

[ Text : Sora ] I hpoe you’re just slaking off again.

[ Text : Sora ] Sora, I

It’s so bad without uyou.

[ Text : Sora ] Please.

[ Text : Sora ] Come home.

[ Text : Sora ] We ccan’t.

[ Text : Sora ] I cant

Do this? Without you

[ Text : Sora ] We’re all still waiting on you.

His phone has become a definitive lifeline to keeping himself sane. Which isn’t saying much when he is haunted by another lifetime in his dreams, but—

He’s never cared for conventional, healthy methods, anyways. He takes too much care into making sure nothing happens to his phone because, well ( he doesn’t want to imagine what would happened if something happened— but he clings to the hope of a sign, anyways ).

The feeling of something distant in his soul, something missing— something rips at his soul and in the same moment something comes up on his phone—

He must have voiced some sort of anguish because he’s distantly aware of someone asking if he’s okay, but—

He can’t respond, eyes focused on the pop-up on his phone

[ ERROR: MESSAGE COULD NOT BE SENT TO RECIPIENT ]

[ Text : Sora ] I guess these aren’t getting to you?

[ Text : Sora ] That’s fine.

It was foolish for me to hope any of these messages could reach you.

[ Text : Sora ] I still haven’t looked at any of your old messages.

[ Text : Sora ] I like to think you were answering my messages.

Silly, but it helped sometimes.

[ Text : Sora ] Bfeore I could feel you. Knew you were okay.

But not today. What happened?

I know you can’t tell me but.

Wish you could.

[ Text : Sora ] Is this why Kairi couldn’t tell us?

[ Text : Sora ] I think the others can tell too.

That something is different.

[ Text : Sora ] I know I can’t call you, but can you call me?

[ Text : Sora ] It’s important.

[ Text : Sora ] Because I know

If you call, I’ll be able to find you.

[ Text : Sora ] Nothing could stop me from finding you.

Nothing.

[ Text : Sora ] So call for me?

[ Text : Sora ] I’ll see you soon, Sora

Promise.

[ ERROR: MESSAGE COULD NOT BE SENT TO RECIPIENT ]

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eb17021993 · 3 years

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6th May 2020

We all went out for a trail walk except for Ash who had ths long meeting. You made us all packed sandwiches which we had later on and was delish. I had an apple in my jacket and rmmbered u didn't have anythin ths morning. Well we all didn't cos we didn't have the time. I broke the apple and gave the half to Rosie which she greatly appreciated while we shared the other half.

T'was a long walk and I enjoyed it, talkn to Rosie thn Sukie thn Sam took pics of me.. I wasn't avoiding you but I was bein careful cos I can be a bit clingy but thankfully it wasn't tht much of an effort to get distracted as I get lost in my world in the woods..

We got bck to the caravan, lounged for a while. I made ya'll some pasta with red creamy sauce tht hasn't got any meat innit cos Sukie was vegan and just threw pizza in the oven.. I missed cooking for friends. More lounging arnd, singing, vibing, talkin comfortably.

The sisters had to go so, the five of us went to town. After dropping them of we went straight to yours as Sam went away for few hrs.

We were left alone. We went outside and sat together while we talked. Not abt the kiss. I can't rmmber wht exactly we were tlkn abt but I rmmber I easily confessed tht

'I like you vry much. I rly do. I want to have you and keep you in my life as long as I can. As long as you let me be.'

Which earned me a smile of yours. Though I also made a point tht I wasn't sure if I want to be in a relationship right now and you made it clear tht u wntd to be friends. Truth be told, I know what I want. I just don't want to say it out loud. Yet. And I'm scared. Scared of rejection. Scared of causing hurt. Scared of vulnerability. But no matter how much I play it off cool and say tht I've no idea wht I'm doin, it might come off tht I play everything like the way I want to cos deep inside, I do. And it shows..

I'm not uncomfortable with ppl stripping off in front of me but u do know tht I'm into you, right? Why do tht? Thn ask me to get ur hair mask to hand in while u're takn shower. Istg my sexual desires and imagination was running wild I wanted to get into the tub so bad, evn with my clothes on.. I wntd to do wht Clark did to Lois.. So, I just flopped down to ur bed, face down, defeated. You fnishd. I'm sitting on my side of your bed while you took ur towel off while gettn change. I took slow and deep breaths. I'm convinced tht u're askn for it but I ain't doin anythin whn u made it clear we're "friends"

Your back was facing me but the mirror tht you were in front of was definitely helping/not helping (there's a thin line between the two) of giving me a show. I didn't evn care if u saw my eyes trailing up and down on your body. I put my hands onto my face cos I was enjoying the view too much. I was hopin I'd get caught, eyeing everything u were doin.. Cos deargod, I'm starving and I was in the mood to eat,. Oh no, devour you.. But yeah..

Deep breaths dear one, deep breaths..

I picked up few bits and our dinner at mine's bfore we all headed bck..

Fast forward after dinner, we all had couple of beers, went out and enjoyed our last night with a commemorative spliff session. I stayed true to wht I had told myself tht I ain't smoking anythin whn I got into ths trip so I just kept drinking. Thn we played card games, talked a bit more. Such a memorable night with friends..

7th May 2020

It's the middle of the night now.. Well, abt past 1 or 2am. We were preparing to go to sleep, you were alrdy in bed while I brushed my teeth. I crawled in slowly not to disturb you but noticed u were still awake. So I scratched ur head to put u to sleep while I was on my phone.. Thn suddenly you took ur clothes off and insist on having ur back scratched. I thought to myself, "what on earth is she doin?"

But hey.. You don't need to ask twice.

There was inappropriate touching of course but I treaded carefully, explorin ur body but not going furthermore. Just the sides of your breasts, your chest, your stomach, your legs, your butt, inside of your thighs.. Toying with your back, lightly wrapping my hands on ur neck, soft yet firm grips on ur hair.. Mainly avoiding your nipples and your crotch smh.

I love how u flinch, shiver and push forward to keep away from me whn my hands get to tht certain spot. But I pull you back, you follow and everytime I moved my hands and fingers so delicate and light yet agonisingly slow, you do just the same and melt away. I now know where to touch. Where I can get you to beg.

'Do it harder, please'

'Nuh uh'

'But I'm sensitive there with light touches'

'Exactly. And I'm having vry much fun with it'

As you continue to react from my touch and keep askn me to go harder... No. I'm in the mood to painfully tease, thank you vry much. You have antagonise me in a vry arousing way couple of times alrdy. Nowhere I'll stop now. You faced me as u lay in my left arm. I gave soft kisses on your forehead and ur nose while my other hand was carresing yourr back and tht spot u like.. I was workn my way down and gave you one wet kiss on the lips thn you pulled away and turned.

'You're gonna get my face wet now'

I don't rly care if I'm such a fool believing tht u do like this, vry much so. If I'm being too full of myself yet agn, I'd say something like 'more like get you all wet' but I'm not, so I just scoffed it off.

I reached for your hand, kissed it, locked my fingers with with urs thn hugged you as I came closer. We held hands as I played with your thumbs, you were stroking my right forearm which was sensitive to me. I kissed the back of ur head and deargod.. Why did I inhale ur smell? I'm flaky now. As I drag my hands all over your arm, to your sides thn ur tummy as I draw circles on ur belly button while I got slightly down kissing ur neck thn ur right shoulder. I agn inhaled. Ohdearme. Wht am I doin? I kissed tht part where your neck meets your shoulder. Tht part I deliberately bit gently and unhurriedly sucked a little.

Istg you couldn't manage to speak and barely move away. I rly did wanna lose control tht night, but I exactly know wht I'm doing. I rmmber everything, tht's how I can write thm down. How in God's wrath I'm still sober by then? I was drinkin whiskey, I had vodka and was downing bottles of beers the whole night. But whn you said

'Stop'...

I heard you.

And did just that.

Ofc I still did a little more of teasing and you squirming just enough satisfy me . So, as the kind person tht I am...

'Just give me a kiss thn I'll stop'

you hesitated for a couple of secs but I grasp your hand, squeezed it tenderly, reasurring you it's okay, you face me agn. We kissed. But you quickly turned around. I didn't push further. So I stayed there, petting your head while on my phone. And as you fall asleep, I lift ur head up and positioned it nicely on the pillow and brushed ur hair away from your face.

Tsss. Friends my face.

So contradicting isn't it? Yet makes sense.

I want to be friends. I rly do. It isn't just a facade tht I put up. There's truth in tht, no matter how little it can be. But, I also want to be more than friends.

I couldn't sleep after all tht. How could I? So, I stayed there for a while. Eyes closed.

Until I hear you making sex noises. Like tht night could've gone way, idk, better or worse? Now, you were a hot mess. All moaning, whining and crying of pleasure in your wet dream. Next to me. While I lay there. I wanted to go down on you so bad and just make you moan, whine and cry. Literally..

So wht did I do? I just laughed off of defeat.

Wht else could I have done rly?

#nights with you

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k0o0be · 3 years

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Bikepacking trip

full send

My bike trip:

so i and my bro made a plan to cycle from ooty to banglore.i was super excited for the triip.but the sad part was that i and my bro had a fight he day prior to leavingg.it was beacause he changed the plan without my conset and now we were headed to a hillstation with no prospects of ccycling.you know it felt really weird fighting with him because we were in this together.. Ive read many travel joouornals where this seemed to have happend.anywayonce we got on the train with our bikes packed i decided to let it go.i didnt want that to spoil the mood of the trip.anyway so we went to kodaikanal whch is a beautiful hill station towerin above the clouds.we did take our cycles there but it wasnt a cyclable terrain,with all its ups and downs(infact my bro did try cycling there but his derailer broke and that brought an end to his cycling ),so we figured since we were already there we’d do some hiking and hiking we did.there were lots of places to go by walk and i enjoyed it alot.btw all along the trip i was listening to music by Queen and i had freddie mercury to keep me company,and im so thankful for hm.it was super fun too,we also came across some waterfalls where the water was super chill.the weather up there was really good.we lived upthere in a hostel where we made real nice friends.they were good company.all of them were an artistic bunch.they were either writers or musicians .anyway ,so we spent like three days in kodaikanal.but i was starting to feel bad about my cycle.we had carried them all the wayupthere but we werent using them at all.so we decided to part ways. I would be doing a smaller version of my orginal plan.and i would meet him at banglore.(hed be taking a direct bus all the to banglore) even he wanted to join but his cycle now was unrepairable,the only problem for him was that he had to carry it all the way to banglore.

So i took a bus from kodaikanal to tiruppur with my cycle disassembled and from tirupur id cycle to banglore which is approx 350 km.i had taken the bus at evening so i reached tirrupur at midnght.also i was doing a super low budget trip so no hotels for me.i had my tent.so as i reached at midnight i didnt know what to do .the bus stopped outside tirupur on the highway.i got down with all my cycle disassembled.i had no clue where i was and had to assemble my cycle up.for a minute or so i just froze not knwing what exactly to do. I was just realising how different everything was.btw tthis in place is tamil nadu where they speak tamil and i didnt know tamil.i wasnt sure what i was gonna do for the night.i was hungry and tired and knowhere to sleep. Also no enrgy to set up the tent. So if figured ill just fix up the cycle and just start ridin.i needed some time to process what exacty was happening.so i rode in the dark slowly thinking about what would be next step.i decided ill just sleep on the road infront of a shop,and ill j wakeup super early and leave before dawn.i used the rain cover of the tent as mat and slept on it .it was the worst sleep i ever had,so many mosquitoes and constant fear of being attacked by the street dogs.that morning i started off super early(well,since i barely slept) and i was FINALLY getting into that cyclng mood.also another local cyclist joined me .we rode togethr and chayyed away while at it.he was the owner of a small clothing line and had a very tedious job.he said he had to work everyday including sundays that too from morning right up until midnight.he barely had any time for anything .he said he had diabetes and therefore recenty had started cycling.that was his only way to relax and unwind.he was really impressed to see me cycling such a distance.he said he also wanted to do something like that but there was no way he could.he said he came from a really poor family and had worked really hard to get where he was right now and had to work hard hours to keep up with his business.we spoke for a long time ,and i was happy to have company.he was surprised i was doing the trip with such little money.so despite me refusing ,he gave me money and a ton of fruits.like lot of fruits.i didnt want thaat much ,i couldnt carry stuff on my cycle,but he was adamant and i couldnt refuse.so i in return gave him a box of chocalates i had bought up in kodaikanal.i had so many bananas i decided to have that as both my breakfat and lucnh.which turned out to be a horrible decision because by evning i had zero enrgy to cycle.also it suddenly started raining .i was soo upset because i was not close to completing my daily qouta of kms.and i had no more energy and it was RAINING.i stopped under some shade and just lying down on the floor on the verge of tears. Spent maybe an half hour there,waiting for the rain to stop .once it stopped i got myself some real food. I ate until i was full.and im so thankful that i did. Then i was back on my bike ready to finsh them miles.the rest of the trip was great .i had met many people and all of them were really nice to me.many offered me food and bananas.(tamil nadu is famous for its bananas).i was goingthrough many villages and i used to stop at a village and ask a local if i could use their bathroom and id take a wonderful bath.btw all i had was a single pair of dress.so id taken bath.wash my clothes and and wear the washed clothes and conitnue driving. theyed dry up in a matter of thirty mintues and it ws actually nice wearing wet clothes it cools down your body and hhelps against the heat.also had some great food along the way they were really inexpensive and therefore i got to try various different kinds of foods.btw i hadnt used my tent atall.my night time i didnt have energy to set up a tent so id just sleep wherever i felt safe and started off early in the morning before anyone could spot me.and during day time id take long naps during noon time when it was the hottest .id find nice trees with a good scenery and spend noon out there.on the third day i had cycled alot in the morning so during noon i found a nice flower plantation and decided to stay ther for a nap.but the place was so beautiful so i decided to stay there until evening.the farm had lots of trees.and i started climbing them. it was really peaceful out there. I was having the time of my liife

it took me 4 nights and three days to reach banglore. And by the end i was super proud of myself .i had been waiting to do a trip like this since a very long time and i finally did.

I met back upwith mybro in banglore,Btw i had another two days stay at banglore before we caught a train back home.so we stayed with one of my sisters collegemate.he is a really nice guy and took us all around banglore.banglore is a much bigger city than hyderabad(my home).so its got better rock climbin gyms.i went there for indoor cliimbng and it was really fun.im quite enjoying climbin though im no good at it,it seems really fun.mybro is more into it than i am.i.

I cant wait to get back on the road like that again.i feel the best part about the trip was meeting all the people,everyone were really nice to me.

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ultimatecufangirl · 6 years

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Luigi Falls Apart (Mario Bros Shortfic)

Luigi Falls Apart (Fan-made parody of “Daisy Falls Apart”) ~~~ [Mario and Luigi (c) Nintendo] ~~~ Luigi’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Knowing exactly who it was, he took it out and declined it. “Shtop ccalling me…..stupd dumb brother……” he said, shoving the phone back into his pocket. He was very drunk; it was hard for anyone to miss. They all wondered what Mario would be thinking if and/or when he saw his younger brother like that. The bartender toad handed Luigi another drink. “You know, he's probably worried about you.” he said to him, referring to Mario. “Ggood. Let-a *hic* him be. Imma grown man! I ccan *hic* take care of *hic* mself.” Luigi responded, just barely understandable in his drunken state. “Th’only reason that I-a know I *hic* can take care’f mself is bcause Ma*hic*rio aaalmost aaalways leaves-a me at-a home, and *hic* and-a whenevr I DO go with him, he ggets AAAAALL the attention and-a praise. Bbut then what-a does *hic* Luigi get? What kind-a award does Mari*hic*o’s brother get?” he continued, ranting. “Uh-” the bartender toad tried to answer. “HEEE GETS-A NOTHING!” Luigi yelled, somehow not able to catch the attention of the whole bar. “Poor old Weegie gets-a lEFT BEHIND AGain and *hic* noobody evr noticesss….” he continued, taking a sip of his drink. The bartender toad was about to say something, but stopped himself when he saw another sober toad outside the bar jumping up and down and waving to somebody outside. He watched as the sober toad stopped waving. He stood there for a few seconds before nodding; he was obviously talking to someone. The toad then jumped up and down some more while pointing inside the bar. When he stopped, he moved out of the way; and as soon as the bartender toad saw Mario appear in the doorway, he gestured towards Luigi before walking away to serve some other guests, letting Mario run up behind his brother. “There you are!!!” the older brother shouted. “AAH!!!!” the younger brother shouted in return, startled by the older’s sudden appearance. Mario, ignoring the fact that he nearly just gave his only sibling a heart attack, went on. “What were you-a thinking?! You scared-a me half to death!!!” he shouted. “Oh reeeeeally??” Luigi responded nonchalantly and semisarcastically. “Yes! I've-a been looking all over the kingdom for-a you!!! I almost had-a the princess start a search party for you!!” Mario replied, still shaking a little from fright over his brother going missing for a while. Luigi saw this and ignored it. “Tch…i’snot like-a yOU would caree, BIGnose.” he said, pressing his nose up against his brother’s. Mario, confused, ignored it. “What in-a powerstar’s name are-a you going on abou-” he was almost able to get the question out of his mouth. “YOU, MARIO!!” Luigi shouted, cutting him off. “YOU ANd-a AAALL your mANY VICTORies. You-a defeted BOwser, and, and-a you rESCUed Peach, and, and….and-a you-a saved Daisy….and you…a-and you rescued PEAch….and…….di-did I-a say you rescued Peach…?” Luigi asked. “Yes, Luigi. Three times.” Mario replied, unamused. “YEah, gguess what? Last time we both saved-a the prINCess, NObody, nnot evn Peach hersELf, so mmuch as-a even LOOKed at me!! I-a eeven waved at-a you and yOu didn't evn notice mee!!!” Luigi said, adding on to his previous statement. “I-a ALways ffeel so-a lonely, and i’s becus nobody seems-a to ccAre abou’ me.” he continued, looking away from Mario with a sad expression on his face. Mario was surprised at this. “Weegie….how-a come you never told-a me? I-a surely would've done something!” Mario asked, pure concern in his eyes. When Luigi didn't respond, Mario started to feel his big brother senses come on. “Weegie?” he asked. “Answer me, bro, please.” he continued. There was a pause before Luigi finally responded. “I-a didn't want to be a burden to you…” the green brother said quietly. This shocked Mario beyond belief. He had absolutely no idea what to say or do; he could only hang his head as a wave of guilt passed through him. He didn't feel like he'd been a good brother at all. Well, now was the time to redeem himself. “Bro….do-a you want to know the truth?” he asked Luigi, placing a hand on his back. Luigi nodded. Mario sighed before speaking. “…I worry about you a lot, bro.” he said. Luigi looked up at him with saddish eyes. “You-a do?” he asked. “Yeah.” Mario replied. “….Why?” Luigi asked, still giving his brother the same look. “Because of-a how you are.” Mario replied almost immediately. “You-a get paranoid so easily, and-a that allows you to get scared of just about everything. It-a makes me afraid to leave you alone for too long, especially when I'm-a out saving Peach.” he continued. Luigi squinted at him with a serious expression. “Go on.” he said. Mario was a little weirded out by this, but he kept going nonetheless. “Well…..” he started, rubbing his neck. “….sometimes when I'm-a out saving Peach, I…I-a have scary thoughts about you that-a cross my mind that-a make me want to turn around and-a run back home.” he continued, now nervous. “Really? Like-a what?” Luigi asked. Mario turned his head, his eyes seemingly shadowed by the brim of his red cap. “I-a don't wanna talk about it…” he said in a slight whisper. “That's-a fine…” Luigi responded, not wanting to make the mood anymore gloomy. “I-a do care about you, little bro. Nothing in the world can change that.” Mario spoke again out of the blue. “And-a so does Yoshi! He's always asking me where you are when-a he sees me! And-a Toad likes to see you, too! And so does Peach!” he continued. A small smile spread across Luigi’s face as Mario named off their friends. “And Daisy is-a your girlfriend, of course!” Mario added. Luigi’s whole body tensed up and his eyes widened in surprise and shock at the mention Daisy’s name. However, Mario didn't notice this. “See, Luigi? We-a do care about you!” Mario concluded cheerfully. But when he saw Luigi down the last of his drink with one swig, his smile faded. “Stop-a that.” he said, snatching the glass of now ice from Luigi's hand. Luigi put his pointer finger up and opened his mouth to say something, but it closed and his finger drooped as his face turned as green as his outfit. “Um, bro? You okay?” Mario asked, once again filled with concern. “I-a don't feel well….” Luigi replied shakily, holding his stomach. As he bent over his legs, he felt Mario start to rub his back. That didn't last long, though; Mario retracted his hand as fast as lightning when his brother puked all over himself. “Doesn't surprise me.” the bartender toad appeared in front of them and handed Mario a napkin to give to Luigi. “Don't worry about cleaning up. I've been doin’ it for a long time.” he continued. After saying thank you to the bartender, Mario gave the napkin to his brother, who raised his head up a little after using it to wipe his face. “…uuuuugh….” he moaned. Mario rubbed his head with a small smile. “You okay, little bro?” he asked, attempting to cheer him up. Once again, the unexpected occurred. Luigi began to cry. First, it was quiet. Then it got louder. “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” the younger brother wailed before burying his face into his hands. “Mama mia!! C-Calm down, Weegie!” Mario said, startled. “What's-a the matter?” he continued. “These were my-a last pair of clean overaaaaalls!!” Luigi cried. “Well, mine-a need to be washed anyways, so we can-a both-a change into something else at home, huh?” Mario told him. “That's not the only reason!” Luigi exclaimed, looking up at his brother with a tear-soaked face. “What's the other reason?” Mario asked curiously. Luigi cried a bit more before answering. “DAISY DUMPED MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” he shouted. “SHE WHAT?!?!” Mario shouted in return. “Yeah!” Luigi responded. “She-a dumped me for PEASLEY!!!” he continued. “Mama mia!! That's-a terrible! Why Peasley of all people?” Mario asked. “It's-a because she said that-a he was more mature than me!” Luigi exclaimed. “More?! If anything, Peasley is-a LESS mature than you!” Mario said, now mad. “I knoooow!!” Luigi agreed through his tears. Finally, Mario reached over and wrapped his now sobbing brother in the biggest, most loving hug he could muster. As Luigi sobbed quietly into his shoulder, he rubbed his back soothingly. “Shhh…” he whispered. “Don't cry anymore, Weegie. I promise, I'll-a do whatever it takes to help-a you win Daisy back.” he continued. “Y-You will??” Luigi asked with a sniffle. “Of-a course. Anything for my little brother.” Mario replied, smiling. Luigi felt another smile cross his face as well. “Thank yoouu….” he said, returning the hug. Mario replied by softly humming to soothe him more. After about a minute, Mario stopped the hug and held his brother in front of him. “Now then, let’s-a go home and-a change, eh? Then we can play some Mario Kart 8!!” he said, wiping Luigi's tears away. Luigi chuckled. “I'd-a like that a lot.” Luigi replied, finally giving off a big smile. Of course, Mario was happy to see it. The two bros climbed down from their stools and were about to leave when they heard a voice from behind. “Ahem.” it said. When the bros turned around, they noticed the bartender toad waving a hand as if he wanted something. “Ya gotta pay, Luigi.” he said. “I'll-a pay for him. How much?” Mario asked, pulling out his wallet. “Fifty coins.” the bartender replied. “FIFTY?!??!!?!” Mario exclaimed. “How many drinks did-a he have?!” he asked. “Ten. And they're five coins each.” the bartender replied. Mario's lower right eyelid twitched once before he turned around to look at Luigi, who gave him a small nervous laugh. Mario couldn't be mad at him long though; he'd been through a lot. “Alrighty, here you go.” Mario sighed, giving the bartender 50 of his gold coins. “Thank you. You boys have a nice day.” the bartender said with a smile. “You too.” Mario said as he and his bro left. “ Don't-a EVER get that many drinks again.” he semiwhispered into Luigi's ear as he pulled him down by the arm. “Don't worry big bro, I-a don't plan on it.” Luigi replied, loosening himself from his brother's grip. And with that, the Mario Brothers made their way home. They changed clothes, and played Mario Kart 8 until the day’s end. The End

#luigi #mario #brotherly love #drunk luigi #luigi needs more love and attention #don't you think?#yes

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droewyn · 7 years

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Give Me a Reason (2/9)

December 2012

Makkachin was panting with happiness and exertion, although she waited patiently for Victor to remove the leash and towel the remaining snow off her legs before bounding into the flat and making a beeline for the water bowl. Victor smiled fondly as the poodle attacked the water, lapping at it with the same enthusiasm she had for everything else in her world.

He wasted no time in hanging up his coat and kicking off his boots into the drying tray by the door, knowing that he had a bare few minutes before Makka started whining for dinner. Victor’s own meals during the competition season tended to be pre-packaged, perfectly balanced things that went from the freezer to the microwave to his stomach without concerning themselves with such trifles as flavor or texture along the way, but princesses were never meant to live like that.

“Tonight’s supper is rabbit florentine,” he informed her with the air of a maître d’ reciting the day’s specials. Makka wagged her tail and looked fascinated. The spinach wasn’t actually fresh, but had been run through a juicer, along with a few other vegetables that provided necessary vitamins for an older dog’s digestive health. It looked like swamp muck, but then so did Victor’s protein shakes, so he supposed he couldn’t judge the stuff too harshly. He spooned two large dollops into her bowl, noting that he’d need to make another batch soon.

The rabbit was just that; half a rabbit, raw, cut into chunks with the bones intact. Then came a series of supplement powders, some from the vitamin cupboard and some from the fridge, containing live cultures of healthy bacteria that needed the cold to keep them alive. A raw egg was next, and then the entire thing was crowned with a generous drizzle of fish oil for omega-3s and coat shine.

After a quick toss to ensure that everything was evenly coated with egg, oil, and vitamin powder, Victor set the bowl on the floor. Makkachin pounced on it almost before he could get his hands out of the way, and the kitchen was filled with the sounds of happy whines and crunching.

Ten minutes later, the bowl was licked clean of even the tiniest scrap of oil, and Victor’s own dinner had been nuked and consumed. He assumed it had been chicken, being far too rubbery for fish.

Cleanup was quick, and Makka knew Victor’s routine well. She was already on the couch by the time the plastic meal tray had been disposed of, and dog dish and flatware filed away into the dishwasher. Victor curled up next to her on the sofa, burying his fingers in the warmth of her fur, closed his eyes, and allowed himself to just be for the first time that day.

Several long moments later, he reached for his laptop.

* Joined channel #therapycouchfort

* Topic is ‘Remember to get secret santa gifts in the mail no later than FRIDAY for domestic shipping’

* Set by SockPuppet on Dec 10 7:27:41 2012

mercyslovechild: and emmett knew which is y he left evrything to jerrica

lukewarm_mess: okay, but what about shana and aja?

mercyslovechild: dude hated one kid for not being his so much he didnt evn mention her in his will u think he cares abt fosters

KingElsa: Evening, everyone!

Small_Monster: hey king

iamworthy: *wave*

lukewarm_mess: king, tell mercy that kimber benton did not kill her own father

mercyslovechild: eric raymond is kimbers father hate to break it to u like dis luke

mercyslovechild: also hi king

KingElsa: … I’m sorry. What are we talking about?

mercyslovechild: jem

KingElsa: ?

lukewarm_mess: and the holograms?

KingElsa: ???

lukewarm_mess: gasp.gif

lukewarm_mess: go

lukewarm_mess: netflix it

lukewarm_mess: right now we’ll wait

mercyslovechild: not the movie tho the cartoon

lukewarm_mess: oh, right. good call that movie was garbage

Small_Monster: It was good when it was called Josie and the Pussycats

He tabbed over to Google and did a quick search. The resulting wiki page was… very pink. Secret identity pop stars who traveled the world and had unlikely adventures? It looked ridiculous, but in a fun way.

KingElsa: Maybe later. Thanks for the tip, though!

KingElsa: More importantly, what are you doing here, Mess? You’re never on at this time of day during the week.

lukewarm_mess: grr

lukewarm_mess: i sprained my ankle

lukewarm_mess: so i’m not allowed to work for at least a week, longer if the PT doesn’t clear me right away

iamworthy: Sounds like your work is physically intensive?

lukewarm_mess: yeah

lukewarm_mess: we’re in the middle of our busy season too

KingElsa: Things should lighten up after the holidays, though, right?

lukewarm_mess: not in my industry

KingElsa: What do you do?

Small_Monster: he works for the CIA

KingElsa: What, really?! O.O

lukewarm_mess: NO

lukewarm_mess: sorry i

lukewarm_mess: just don’t feel comfortable giving out personal details like that

Small_Monster: you know it’s not like anyone can track you down if you tell us you work in sales or IT or smthing

KingElsa: It’s okay, Mess. I shouldn’t have asked.

SockPuppet: Yellow card, Monster. 5 yard penalty for unnecessary roughness. Do it again and get a 1 day temp ban.

lukewarm_mess: nono it’s fine to ask anything, just respect when i can’t answer

Small_Monster: sry my bad

lukewarm_mess: np monster

KingElsa: Of course!

KingElsa: At least it sounds like your boss cares about your welfare, though?

lukewarm_mess: oh yeah

lukewarm_mess: i have the best boss

lukewarm_mess: i just usually dance out stress

lukewarm_mess: and i obvs can’t do that either rn

KingElsa: G A S P

lukewarm_mess: so i’m stuck sitting around feeling sorry for myself

KingElsa: You dance?

KingElsa: Formally? What discipline?

Was it wrong to try to imagine someone when you had no physical reference for them at all? Victor knew that the other user identified as male and attended college somewhere in the States, but that was pretty much it. And now he knew that Mess danced. Maybe he was a redhead, small and lithe, with pale, freckle-dusted shoulders and cornflower eyes. Or a blond, perhaps; tanned and powerful but with a sweet, sweet smile. African-American, with long lashes framing shy eyes in a brown face?

I am definitely going to internet chatroom hell, Victor thought, and wondered what color that card was.

mercyslovechild: ths is relevnt to my intrests as well

lukewarm_mess: (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

iamworthy: Please say morris

lukewarm_mess: haha, only the one time

lukewarm_mess: yes we were drunk, no there is no surviving evidence

iamworthy: Well obvs, if you’re not completely pissed you’re doing morris dancing wrong

lukewarm_mess: i stole p’s phone and made sure of it

SockPuppet: Are you okay with this, mess? Say the word and I’ll hand out more warnings.

lukewarm_mess: its fine i’m fine

lukewarm_mess: ballet since i was three

mercyslovechild: BALLERINA MESS <3 <3 <3

lukewarm_mess: ballroom, jazz, latin, freestyle, swing

iamworthy: It’s danseur for boys

KingElsa: WOW! AMAZING! *swoon*

iamworthy: *is super impressed*

lukewarm_mess: some other stuff too

lukewarm_mess: dance is one of my majors so

Small_Monster: do u dance professionally

Small_Monster: ?

SockPuppet: Careful.

lukewarm_mess: no, and i really don’t intend to

lukewarm_mess: my dancing is just for me

Small_Monster: so whats your other major then

lukewarm_mess: moving makes me happy

* Small_Monster Quit (Quit: Kicked by SockPuppet)

lukewarm_mess: anyway that’s why i’m so off balance now

lukewarm_mess: i can’t do what i normally do to clear my head

SockPuppet: *points two fingers at her eyes and one finger at y’all*

SockPuppet: *except mess because mess never does anything wrong*

mercyslovechild: mods pet

mercyslovechild: jk ilu

KingElsa: Is there anything I can do to help, Mess?

KingElsa: I mean, you’re home alone, right? Your roommate is at work?

lukewarm_mess: not really but thx

lukewarm_mess: yeah but it’s not like

lukewarm_mess: i’m not a danger or anything ┐(‘ ～ ` )┌

lukewarm_mess: just crabby and bored

KingElsa: I just wish you didn’t have to be alone ; ;

lukewarm_mess: …

lukewarm_mess: watch jem with me?

lukewarm_mess: i mean, if you’re not busy or anything

KingElsa: !! Mess is a genius!

KingElsa: Wait, how would that work?

iamworthy: Probably go set up your own temporary channel, lock it with a password if you don’t want trolls bots or randos, and coordinate netflix so you start at the same time

mercyslovechild: can i join

mercyslovechild: or is it like a date thing

KingElsa: Of course! The more the merrier o~

lukewarm_mess: if you behave

lukewarm_mess: no crackpot conspiracy theories interrupting my musical adventuromance

mercyslovechild: how about I keep it to the credits

lukewarm_mess: …fine

KingElsa: Great! I’ll go set things up. And make some popcorn! Meet back in 15?

mercyslovechild: k

lukewarm_mess: sounds good

lukewarm_mess: king?

KingElsa: Mess?

lukewarm_mess: thanks

KingElsa: Any time, Mess. <3

#yuri on ice #chat au #therapycouchfort #original content #i have committed fanfiction #katsuki yuuri #victor nikiforov #victuuri #phichit chulanont

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monoton-e · 7 years

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rant below. also i havent typed anything on a physical keyboard in months so excuse my mistakes i am not even going to proofread this shit because i am honestly so emotional rn i dont care for spelling errors

like. I dont even want to get my first tattoo next week anymore because i can really use the money elsewhere but like??? I havent done something big for myself in forever and this is a form of celebration for me being self harm free for a year and im like. why. do would i rather cut up my arms for days to come than to stay clean and be happy for myself. Im giving up on school, theres nothing I m passi onate about an y more andim just so tir e d of existing,.

i just,

i don tk now any more and it hurts be on adaily. Im sick and tired of living in such a negative house hold but i know i wontb e able to save up ebough to ever move out adn that makes me evne more depressed uhgdfgbjxncv bsdfiugandfjgv like take me away someone, somewhere, where i can a little bit happier and actually try to do all the positive things i want for myself without feeling like shit for even thinking about it. i want to --- i need to move out asap but if i do i wont be able to make ends meet at all and the on ly person who i can move out with rn has no job and realistically speaking wouldnt want to or be able to pay for half or move out of the city (i live in Los Angeles and lemme tell you its fucking beautiful and amazng but a STUDIO, NOT EVEN 1 BEDROOM apartment is over $1,200 and I only make minimum wage ) and i just dfnskd nskjgd i want to move to another place but its too hot where its cheaper and i physcially cannot handle heat so the cold places are better but so far and i dont drive and i jsut. living makes me want to die. i want to cut my hair and ruin it anf i want slit my wrists adn thighs and just destroy myself because the only good thing i can ever do is be depressed. i dont want to die, i just want to be in a better time and place for myself but that wont be happening anytime soon or at all. i want to do art but what can i do with a fine arts degree in drawing and painting? like not even digital art but classic art like no i dont want to be a teacher i want to freelance but that wont get me anywhere where i i can keepo myself stable and self sufficient like uhg. 90% of the things i hear on a daily is complete negativity and i hate it and i cant stand being around my own family again i just want to run away and move in with a friend but that is highlu unlikely too. i want a roomie but then its like i need a car and i can barely afford either or i just want to stop beign alive right now and wake back up when things are okay. I want to change, but i have no drive to and if i just do it i get dragged back down by outside stuff.

I am not strong. I am weak. and the weak like me will not survive no matter how hard i try

#text #mine #dont worry i just #i dont even know anymore #rip #tw

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thewanderingamalgamate · 7 years

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Calm Between Storms

Some logs from Camp Undersoul that have been sitting in my drafts for a while. Its been some time, but I still want to preserve the moment on here so, here it is! A little scene after the first Parasite Tentacle fight involving @seraphofretribution @prancing-pacifist and the goop a bit early on. The logs are unedited and unformatted, so keep that in mind. (Little reference to this at the beginning heh)

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 3:57 PM

-...backpack into the world and filled it with memories...- Seems to be muttering the words as a hums.

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 3:58 PM

Emmy looks like she wants to say something... but frowns instead, sitting on the grass on her knees.

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 3:58 PM

"You know us souls are capable of evil, so it's better to do nothing than kill and slaughter. Buuuuut if you wanna mope, you should have a good chat with 'died as soon as he fell underground' in the yellow cabin."

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 3:58 PM

...I have to focus.. It needs to die.. it needs to die.Even if it really doesn't know what it's doing.(Amy...)Ressa just hugs Amy.

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 3:58 PM

[ * Frisk couldn't help smiling, knowing that their song's been remembered. ]

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 3:59 PM

"...? Amy?"

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 3:59 PM

"Fine, my insecurities are a joke- I get it-"(edited)

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 3:59 PM

.... He's spacing out a bit.

Dia (vines-and-pellets) - Today at 3:59 PM

"W-well.. i'm glad you appreciate it, though!!" They giggle again as they see wander stashing the candy, not passing up the small glint of happiness in his eyes.

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 3:59 PM

* [Angelo had never heard the song before...]

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 3:59 PM

"Hm? No. I'm just saying. It's better to do nothing than to do the wrong thing. At least it is in my eyes."

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:00 PM

"And plus, I didn't actually do anything during the attack either. I feel bad about it, but there's nothing I can do."She shrugged.

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 4:00 PM

Would probably be easy enough to snap him out of it, though.

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:01 PM

"Hmph, Well I never done anything useful- at least you've BEEN useful at least once here-'"Liam bit his lip "Nevermind, just ignore that-"

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:01 PM

"In what way?" She blinked.

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 4:02 PM

"Ressa, is everythin' okay?"

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:02 PM

"Useful in doing nothing but standing around?""How is that useful?""I did nothing!"

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 4:03 PM

-...always with me, by my side...- Might be easing his frayed nerves, but certainly not his anything else. Voice just a bare hoarse whisper but he carries on.

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:03 PM

"Before you were- you coud've easily replaced me multiple times here!"

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 4:03 PM

(Uh, yeah.. He just had a talk with someone and came back rather shaken.)(I'm just comforting him for now.. I'll ask later.)

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:03 PM

"Seriously? Are you kidding? Is that about the fishing thing?"

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:03 PM

"No-! You could've replaced me at that temple thing too!"

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:03 PM

"How?!"

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:04 PM

"You could've attacked- You could've put your hand on the statue- you gave better points than us- but I guess the fishing event could be added too!""Wanna know what I did?! I failed EVERY time! And I just took silly notes nobody would evne look at!"

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 4:05 PM

Emmy nods lightly, then looks at all the cyan stains. "..."

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:05 PM

"Notes that weren't even useful!"

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 4:05 PM

-...Angelo. How is the volunteer?-

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:05 PM

"Hey! You beat me in something I've trained at for months! And those notes can be useful if used right."

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:05 PM

* Hmmm? Oh.* {Frisk. Wander wants to know how you are doing. You want control of my hands?}

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:06 PM

"And, and. You could've easily caught the salmon, you put your hand on the statue when I was idiotically sleeping, you took notes that could be extremely useful, and you aren't freaking useless in this!."

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 4:06 PM

...Amy's still out of it. He weakly takes his helmet off and lets it drop to the ground, but stands up a moment later.

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:06 PM

[ * Sure thing! ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:07 PM

* {Then the controls are yours. It is normal if you have trouble controlling them. Every other SOUL did for a while.}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:08 PM

[ * Ahhh, `kay! Thanks, man. ]

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:09 PM

"The only reason I BEAT you was because I got LUCKY! AND NO I COULDNT'VE- I FAILED ALMOST EACH TIME AND I ONLY GOT THAT SALMON BECAUSE IT WAS GIVEN TO ME- AND YOU'RE THE ONE WITH ACTUAL FIGHTING SKILLS- ALL I GREW UP WITH WAS ALL SOFT AND INNOCENT- AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT THAT GOT ME?! KILLED! IMPALED! AND I BARELY USED THOSE NOTES ANYWAY- IT WAS JUST SOME STUPID DISTRACTION!"(edited)

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:09 PM

[ * Frisk kinda struggles a bit using Angelo's left hand, they're trying to make it into the

shape. Their SOUL spirit's smiling, still a bit shaken up. ]

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:09 PM

He's tearing up

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 4:10 PM

"--!!" Liam's yelling startles her out of whatever thought she was absorbed in.

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:10 PM

* That is Frisk controlling my arm right now, Wander. That answer your question?

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:11 PM

And he seems shaken up"I-I was supposed to prove I was strong.."

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 4:11 PM

-Heh. Heheh. Yeah, thanks. Good to hear, Lintu. One down. The other six will be easier. We got this.- That was definitely a weight off his mind. Wander visibly relaxes and nods at the angel.

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:12 PM

He clutched onto his ribbon "T-to t-them"

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:12 PM

[ * We do, yeah... We'll beat the crud outta that beast. ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:12 PM

* All the crud.

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 4:13 PM

...hff..

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:13 PM

[ * Ehehehe!!! ]

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:13 PM

"Strong? A...And?? I'm... I'M A FREAKING MURDERER! THAT'S WHAT MY TRAINING AND STRENGTH DID FOR ME! GAVE ME THE ABILITY TO KILL! AND I FREAKING DESERVED MY DEATH BECAUSE OF IT! I'M AN AWFUL PERSON BECAUSE OF THAT! I SLEEP ALL THE TIME, I'M LAZY, I'M AN AWFUL FRIEND... ANd... And..." She trailed off, face covered as she stared down at the ground.

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 4:13 PM

Amy leaves, followed by a slightly concerned Ressa a few moments later.

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 4:13 PM

The goopman could certainly guess the other half of that conversation, chuckling at the thought of it.

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 4:14 PM

Amy's helmet is still on the ground.

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 4:14 PM

Emmy watches them go... then moves over to pick up the helmet ever so gently.

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:15 PM

((I agree with Adie,,))Liam is breathing heavily "A-at least you TRIED to make me feel better, all I ever do is make people feel worse about themselves!""and at least you're TRIYNG to change! for the better!""All i'm doing is making myself worse! I don't want to fight things and yet I DO IT ANYWAY- I DON'T WANT TO BE ANGRY ABOUT EVERYTHING""Y-you aren't a awful friend-"

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:17 PM

She stared down at the ground. "...."

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:18 PM

He stared at the ground, ruffling his hair as he cried "S-see? Even now i'm making it worse-""I-I over reacted like I always do-"

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:19 PM

She took a few steps forwards, and gave him a tight hug. "...Hmph."

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:20 PM

Liam was surprised by the hug "E-eh...?"

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:21 PM

"Yeah, well those are flaws. Everyone's gotta live with 'em." She grumbled, letting go and stuffing her hands in her pockets.

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 4:21 PM

Emmy hugs Amy's helmet to herself, sitting back in the grass and watching the others.

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:21 PM

"S-same with you-"He sniffled loudly, he didn't even try to seem angry thereHe just rubbed his eyes

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:22 PM

She smirked. "Heh... Yeah." Kamaria wiped her eye, looking off to the side.

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:23 PM

He sniffed, looking at the ground "S-sorry for being a awful friend.."

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:23 PM

"P-pft. S-Seriously?"She smiled. "You're a great friend."

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:24 PM

"H-how?"

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:26 PM

"Well, for one, you have a brain. That puts you above most people I know."She snickered."Two, you're a good person."

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:26 PM

"I-It's not m-much of a brain-" he rubbed his eyes

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:26 PM

"Three, you're cool to hang around.""And four, you actually put up with me for more than a minute."

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:28 PM

"H-how am I two or three- p-plus what puts me above t-the rest with four? Y-you aren't annoying or anything-(edited)

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 4:32 PM

She feels a little awkward being here as they have this serious conversation, so she stands up with Amy's helmet, and wanders off to go find them to return it.

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:33 PM

[ * So... I'm kinda wonderin'. What's your timeline like? ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:34 PM

* {...It is...Complicated.}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:35 PM

[ * Ahhh, how so? It's alright if you don't wanna, like, answer. ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:36 PM

* {It is more like...A very long story. But it is not a happy one.}* ... * {You remember the Determination lesson? How I explained how one can have too much Determination?}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:38 PM

[ * I hadn't forgotten, but, yeah! I do! ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:39 PM

* {I encountered a person just like that. One who had extreme amounts of Determination. Their path set on...Destruction.}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:40 PM

[ * Oh jeez. Wh... What made them do that? Like, all that Determination and it was to destroy things? ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:43 PM

* {...It is very hard to explain. But they were a menace, a villain. Set on destroying and killing everyone...So they did. They took away all my friends, everyone I loved...} * {And the only person I could call family in this entire world...}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:44 PM

[ * ... ][ * They really shouldn't've done that... It's so meanin'less, like... I'm sorry. You didn't deserve any of that and neither did your friends. ][ * But, is that why..? ]

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:47 PM

Since the person rping as Kamaria is offline, I'll pretend the whole thing ended and have Liam go back to the sanctum and rest

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:49 PM

* {Why I absorbed the SOULs? Yes...But I did not force these SOULs to join me. Just like with you, I asked, let them join only if they wanted to. And well, they all did, as you can see. I just...Simply could not bring myself to force them to help me, despite everything taken away from me.}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:52 PM

[ * `Cause, that'd be wrong. That... person got rid of those dear to you, it wouldn't make sense if you did the same to those souls. ][ * And y'know, since they wanted to help, I'm glad they did! ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:54 PM

* {Heheh...I am glad too. They even stayed after we...Took care of that person. There were still people we had to take care of and lead. And who else but me, right?}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:58 PM

[ * Yeah, who else? ... I'm sure you're takin' good care of them, though. I can feel it, like, you saved a lot of people by gettin' rid of that person I bet. ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 5:00 PM

* {Sometimes I wish I could have stopped them sooner...Hmph...But what is done is done.}* {...Frisk. Do something for me, would you?}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 5:02 PM

[ * What is it..? ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 5:06 PM

* {When camp is over and you return to your own timeline...Don't lose sight of yourself, on whatever path you choose. And don't become blind to others around you. Always remember you can choose another path or turn back...That theres always a second chance. And if someone offers that chance to you, don't be afraid to take it.}* {Don't think of it as giving up...}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 5:09 PM

[ * I'll... try my best. There's still a lot I need to learn, about everythin'. I ain't gonna promise it, but, I'll be sure to stick to that. I'll remember your words and tie it to my sleeves, to never forget any time. ][ * I never believed in second chances myself, since there is... I'll be sure to look around me and know that if I'm doin' is wrong, I won't do it. ][ * For your sake and everyone else's. ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 5:10 PM

* {Thank you, thats all i'll ask.}

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 5:12 PM

* {That rumble...The next one is on the move. Time to go.}

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