#anyway. we have broken this barrier. i am here like

[soldier-poet-king]

Two chapters into this is how you lose the time war and I already can feel that I am going to be SO normal about this (a threat & a promise)

#fran reads #anyway it took me eons to read this #bc i have an insane guilt complex and a homophobic trad living in my brain rent free #for the longest time teen me was like NO i cant read queer stuff. i shant. /dramatic sigh/ #and then obvs i got my head out of my ass #but for years it was just. idk. much more comfortable with m/m then f/f in fiction #idk if its just bc its so much more prevalent. or bc my brain hates Gender #(or realistically. its bc there's a degree of separation and i cant let myself PINE about WOMEN holding HANDS god forbid) #anyway. we have broken this barrier. i am here like #oh man i love me my lesbians. insane women in love fr. #it just HITS DIFFERENT #anyway. ANYWAY. i can already see how this book is going to end in tragedy. i am biting and eating glass #(also ofc always just thinking abd wizard gfs like #pf brainrot is real i am thinking abt THEM 24/7)

[pacificwaternymph]

angst ask angst ask angst ask

either 21 or 47 for witchcraft flower husbands? i know it's not going to be canon but i know you love them and i love agreeing (and wc scott is just perfect for any angst)

Figured I'd just combine these <3 Anyway you guys are making me vibrate in my seat so here we go.

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"Scott?"

Scott barely dared to breathe.

He was there. He was right there, standing in the middle of the circle, the same as he had been the morning of the day he died.

There was no gaping hole in his chest, no blood or tear in his clothing, no burnt hair or broken bones. His hair, golden in a way Scott's hadn't been in a very long time, was decorated by a crown of poppies. He still wore his wedding ring around his ring finger.

"Jimmy" Scott breathed. He'd dreamed of this day for years, plotted over and over how it would go, what he would say. Yet in the face of his love, his husband, all his words left him. His vision started to blur.

"Scott- is that- is that really you?" Jimmy took a step forward, hesitant. "Where am I? What are we doing here?"

Scott opened his mouth, to say something, or do something, he was right there why couldn't he say anything-

"Jimmy." He repeated, forcing the name past the lump in his throat. He stared up at the other man with a reverence from his position on his knees, drained from everything the spell had taken from him.

He wasn't really there. Scott didn't have Jimmy's body, nor did he have a body suitable to attach his spirit to. He didn't have the resources, the time, or the power to bring him back fully, not yet anyway. He still needed more.

But he'd found a spell. A way to contact someone from the other side, to speak with them, if only for a short time. And it had worked.

Because Jimmy's apparition was standing right there, at the edge of the spell circle, still looking hopelessly lost and confused. Of course, he had no idea what was going on. One second he'd been in his afterlife, and the next he'd been dragged through the veil to the land of the living. It was bound to be disorienting.

He needed Scott to explain everything. But he still found himself speechless, watching the beloved form of his husband as he waited for a response.

"Scott- you're- you're starting to scare me." Jimmy brought one hand up to rub his forearm. And no, that was wrong. Jimmy shouldn't fear him. His husband should never fear anything from him. "What happened to you? Why do you look so..."

Scott blinked, and looked down at himself. Yes, he supposed that he did look different than he had when Jimmy was still alive. His hair for one thing. But that was likely the least startling change.

Scott felt shame flush his cheeks. He was a hollow mess, an empty shell of the person he once was. The bags under his eyes had grown so dark that he feared they wouldn't go away with a week's worth of sleep. Decay spread up his arms and in the ground beneath him. He was ragged and torn, little more than a husk.

"I..." Scott dragged his eyes up to meet Jimmy's. He forced himself to his feet, ignoring the way he swayed as he stood upright and pain burst between his eyes. "You're here. You're really here."

"Where is here?" Jimmy asked desperately. He tried to reach out, to help steady Scott, but his hand bounced off an invisible barrier, white light flaring up around the edges of the circle. Just another downside to the spell--the person inside could not leave, and the caster could not enter.

"You're-" Scott flinched at the scratchy sound of his own voice. "I've brought you back."

"Brought me... back?" Jimmy shook his head bewildered. Scott couldn't meet his eyes, but after a few moments, they widened. "You don't mean-"

"Not permanently." Scott hurried to clarify. "Not yet. I... I'm not strong enough yet." He stared at the palms of his hands, nearly overtaken by rot. Jimmy followed his gaze, and his expression turned horrified.

Scott couldn't help but curl in on himself at the way his husband looked at him. But he understood. It was horrifying, and he'd long since grown used to people looking at him like that. It never bothered him, in fact, he reveled in their disgust.

But... he never thought about what would happen if he looked at him like that. He couldn't handle it. The one that he'd done all this for, the reason he'd become a necromancer in the first place, was staring at him like the monster that he was.

Scott had to convince him. He had to show Jimmy that he was still his Scott, that nothing had changed. He was still just as devoted to him, he would never turn a hand to harm him. He would rather plunge a sword through his own neck then allow anything to happen to him ever again.

He clenched his fists and lowered them, returning his gaze to Jimmy's gorgeous brown eyes.

"But I will. I've been chosen, Jimmy. I'm competing to become the next Supreme Witch. And when I win, I will finally have everything I need to bring you back for good. Then everything will be as it once was."

He clasped his hands together in a pleading motion, practically begging Jimmy to understand. To not be scared. To not be disgusted by the wretched creature he had become.

But Jimmy didn't look scared or repulsed. He looked sad.

"Oh, my love..." His voice ached, in a way that Scott had never heard it before. He felt his breath catch in his throat as Jimmy put a hand up to the force field that kept them separate. "What have you done to yourself?"

Scott broke. A sob escaped his throat, and he reached up cover his eyes, cover his weakness. But then- why? Why was he hiding it? This was Jimmy. His husband. His beloved. He'd never judge Scott for such things as crying.

Scott placed his hand on the barrier, right over Jimmy's. His head thunked forward against it, the tears continuing to pour, dripping onto the soft dirt below him and disappearing.

"I love you," he whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

And he was. He was sorry that Jimmy had died. Sorry that Jimmy had to see him like this, in this worn state. Sorry for everything he'd sacrificed to get to this point, and for all the things he would have to sacrifice to continue. Sorry that he wasn't strong enough yet, sorry that he hadn't already won the trials.

"I love you too." Jimmy bent over slightly so that he could see Scott's eyes. "Can you look at me?"

Of course he could. He would do anything Jimmy asked of him, no matter the cost. Scott forced himself to look up, sniffled and swiped at his eyes to try to get himself to stop being such an embarrassment.

"I love you, Scott. More than words could ever express." Scott opened his mouth to say it back, say it a thousand times, anything to prove that he could still be the lover Jimmy deserved. But Jimmy held up a hand to silence him. "But I don't want you to bring me back."

Scott felt the floor drop out from underneath him.

"What...?" He felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Move on, Scott," Jimmy pleaded. "Find someone else. Don't stay hung up on me forever. Please."

"No." No, no no no. He couldn't. He'd spent so long trying to bring Jimmy back. He'd wasted away for years, searching for answers. He'd done too much, sacrificed too much. "I can't."

"Yes you can." Jimmy smiled sadly. "You don't need me. You can find meaning in your life elsewhere."

"I don't want to." Scott couldn't give up now. Not when he was so close to figuring it out. "Jimmy, I- I'm too far gone. I can't let go, I'm sorry. I- I have to do this. I have to prove that- that I'm still-"

Still what?

Still a good person? He'd passed that threshold a long time ago. Still worthy of Jimmy's love? No, of course he wasn't. He hadn't been even when they first met, and he certainly wasn't now.

But then what? What was he trying to prove? Who was he trying to prove it to?

"You deserve happiness, Scott. I don't want to be the reason you stay miserable forever."

"You wouldn't say that if you knew everything I've done."

And oh, there it was. This was a punishment. This was his self inflicted atonement for allowing Jimmy to die in the first place. An impossible task that had seemed so far out of reach when he first started. But now he was mere steps away from the finish line, and he'd actually begun to hope.

So perhaps it was fitting that this was where he would have it ripped away from him.

"I don't know. And I don't care. There is nothing you could do that would make me think any less of you, Scott. I do love you, and I always will. But my time has passed. I don't belong here anymore. Please, do yourself a favor and let me go."

Scott could barely hear him anymore over the ringing in his ears. Let go. He'd heard those words so many times, from so many different people. Cleo, Eloise, Delilah. Each and every one of them had told him what Jimmy was saying now. But he'd brushed them off, and now look where he was.

The light emanating from the runes on the ground started to fade, and Jimmy's solid form turned translucent. He was fading, and quickly, but Scott wasn't ready yet. There was still so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to do.

Jimmy noticed it too. "Petal?" Scott snapped back to attention. "Win that competition. Become supreme witch. And then forget I ever existed. Be happy. Live your life to its fullest. I'll see you in the afterlife."

Scott felt the tears anew. He didn't say anything, didn't do anything. He just stood there as his love vanished once more, leaving him alone.

As soon as the last of the light disappeared, and the chalk blew away in the wind, he fell to his knees, and sobbed until the sun came up.

#witchcraft smp #wcsmp #flower husbands #my writing #writing prompt #ask game #smajor1995 #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #solidarity gaming #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming

[circulars-reasoning]

Parts Language -- Puzzle

Not a lot to say here, but I wrote something up earlier in a server I'm in, and I wanted to expand on that a little, because it made me genuinely happy, and I enjoy this analogy.

I use parts language. That is, I (and the others in my system) have agreed to call ourselves parts. We also use alters, but primarily try to use parts. That is because calling ourselves parts has helped us lower dissociative barriers and form closer bonds with both each other and our memories.

When I use parts language, it's because I view myself as a piece of a whole. I'm part of a puzzle. I find a lot of joy from puzzles, myself, and I like putting them together. I like seeing a big picture at the end, something I worked hard to achieve. But people seem adverse to parts language because "it's saying you're broken."

A puzzle is not broken. Not to us, anyways. Puzzles are designed the way they are for a reason; people like putting them together, so puzzles are strategically designed to be made up of multiple pieces. It has to be specifically designed with a lot of thinking put into it; each piece is carefully, painstakingly thought out.

I see that as mirroring how my system formed. I needed to be safe, I needed to be a certain way, and my brain (through intense trauma and dissociation) remade itself and rewired itself to be designed in such a way that I would be safe in my current situation. My particular trauma influenced each split, how my innerworld functions, how my dissociation functions.

I was not broken; I was made this way, forced to be this way, through the trauma I experienced.

So, I am putting together a puzzle. And I am one piece of that puzzle. "But you're seeing yourself as just a broken, meaningless piece, trying to form one whole!"

Have you ever put together a puzzle and realized, right at the end, that you were missing a piece? You tried to go digging through the entire puzzle while you were building it and told yourself you would find it later -- but then, at the end, the piece is just... missing? It's so frustrating, and painful, and sad.

So how could you ever thing that being a piece -- a part -- is meaningless and small? Each piece of a puzzle is so vitally important to forming a bigger picture. Viewing myself as a part doesn't negate my value. I am making a bigger picture -- a system who works together and does not struggle as they once did, a system who has grown and no longer suffers day to day just trying to survive. I want to be a functionally multiple system who has all their pieces together.

I am a puzzle still being solved. Just give me some time, and I'll get all my parts in order.

#syscourse #? #I guess #one of the rare times I will cross tag #did #dissociative identity disorder #osdd #other specified dissociative disorder #cdd #complex dissociative disorder #parts language #parts language my beloved

[alpinelogy]

10 & 19!

Lourdes do you have the slightest idea what have you just asked me? Thank you so much for asking :DD

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

maybe we got lost (in translation) a thousand times over. Beyond the fact that it is my second fic that has broken the 100 kudos barrier which is already insane to me cause I did not expect anyone to read it since its a niche ship imo, the way people see the fic is so different from the way I saw it as I wrote it. For me it is a fic mainly about language and communication and how it changes based on who we talk with. Also specifically Esteban's relationship with English is very much based on my own experience with it, from being thrown into an English-speaking group and told to swim to English slipping in even when he is speaking in a different language ('the language spoken is a mess of French and English') Meanwhile at least from comments people see the relationship between Esteban and Lance way more strongly than I do. Which fair, it was partially written as a love letter to my bilingual friends who try to understand me even when my brain does not comprehend language and in hindsight I sometimes ignored the language part in favor of developing their friendship so I can see where they are coming from. And the fic is tagged as estelance so... lol Essentially what I am trying to say here is that people focused on way more on a part I considered secondary than I did while writing it, but I can see why. Also I've gotten so many nice comments on it and even tho I forgot to respond to them I do reread them on the regular because they spark so much joy (also first time someone whose writing I enjoy commented on my fic and it sent me for a loop lol)

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

I actually dont have that many wips rn, I know, shocking, its mostly just scribbled ideas and disconnected scenes. And kinkmeme claims cause I currently have uh... 50 of those

Anyway i do have this. A race engineer!Oscar AU Loscar in which Logan has never been normal about anything related to Oscar. Ever. Starring Logan as a pining mess, Oscar as the calm and collected love interest and Fred, Alex, and Liam as the victims of Logan's pining

“Good morning Logan.” Oscar says as a first thing on the first day of testing over the radio and Logan returns back to his thoughts of screaming, almost vibrating out of his seat in excitement. Goes back to his year old promise of not doing anything stupid ten seconds into the season. Hopes that when the cameras catch his inevitable joy after he gets back to the garage it will be brushed off to just being glad to be back in the car, rather than anything else. As a worst case scenario, he will just put up the Alex Albon patented peace signs because those always somehow make pictures so much more grounded and Alex is really onto something there, Logan needs to study it. He will need it for this year. Probably. Maybe. Most likely. It's fine. It's, whatever. It's definitely not that Logan also spends so much time looking at Oscar in meetings that Fred has noticed. It's definitely not that Fred, with all the subtlety he has, cornered Logan in his drivers room and unceremoniously asked what gives two days into the season. Logan deserved that one probably. When Logan tries to brush him off, it seemingly works because Fred lets himself be brushed off, does not mind Logan redirecting the conversation onto another topic instead. Logan does not know what actually awaits him days later. It's Liam this time, who corners him a few days later, after testing, after the first race weekend of the year properly starts, right after the last free practice before qualifying. Being Formula Two teammates must have done something to their understanding of personal space between each other because Liam waltzes into his driver's room like he owns the place without even knocking. Logan has a half mind to kick him out just for that, force him to knock before entering.

(this got long but look, this is 300 words out of 7.8k that i am fighting to stay under 10k it's small okay?)

fic writer ask game

#ask #ask game #argentinagp #i have not ranted about maybe we got lost (in translation) for a hot sec. glad i could change that today :3. i love talking about it #also rereading bits of it jesus christ i was comma heavy when i wrote it. english does not have that many commas girl (gn) what #also if anyone wants to talk about (working name) galaxy collapse aka the loscar wip that lives rent free in my noggin hmu

[mermaidsirennikita]

Which are your favourite proposals in historical, modern romance and movies?

Omg, fun!

For movies, I immediately have to call out Crazy Rich Asians. The moment when the ring was revealed, I remember this audible gasp in my theater (including me and my mom). Such a great way to close a loop in a movie, while being super romantic and swoony.

Obviously, Pride and Prejudice 2005. I prefer the way Joe Wright did it not only to the 90s miniseries, but the book as well. The rain adds to the atmosphere and passion, the anger and tension is palpable, the way the mood changes when McFadyen goes "Mr. WickHAM", the almost kiss. So good.

For all that there is some content that hasn't aged the best, Colin Firth's proposal in Love Actually was primo. The language barrier was used perfectly, and of course the reveal that she'd been learning English while he was learning Portuguese.... adorable.

This is technically in a miniseries, but it's piggybacking off two movies, so I'll mention it... When Q tracks Shelby down in The Best Man: The Final Chapters and does a grovelprosal??? So good. Like, you watched these two, objectively the most caustic and like... edgy? People in the series, dance around each other with random hookups (and a secret baby lol) for years, and he finally has to completely debase himself in front of a bunch of watching women who are like, filming this shit, begging her not to leave... So fucking satisfying.

For books, I would have to say....

The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe and The Duke Gets Even both have really good proposals, and neither one goes well for the men in question for very different reasons. Preston's in Bride is honestly a bad proposal because he's a broken human being who doesn't know how to accept that he loves Katherine and needs to be with her, and she's like "I deserve better than 'we should get married because we make sense and the sex is bomb'" and just sweeps out and leaves him like a broken man. Whereas Lockwood in Duke is completely in love with Nellie (him being like "I fucking worship you and am completely incapable of getting anything done when you're not here because it's like my arm's been ripped off or some shit" is.... amazing) and completely capable of expressing that love, but she cannot accept it. And he knows this. But he has to try anyway because he's SO in love with her.

Something Fabulous by Alexis Hall has a great one where Valentine proposes to Bonny when he's like, hiding in a tree or something. And he's basically like "listen it's Victorian England and we're both men so it can't be legal but I want you to be whatever a husband is for me and this is VERY DIFFICULT FOR ME TO EXPRESS". It's adorable.

Enzo like... grovelprosing to Gia in Mafia Madman by Mila Finelli is so deranged. It's like, a quick kidnap (that's their love language), a "I can't breathe without you FORGIVE ME", a negotiation of what she needs out of the relationship (a huge ring, a long engagement, maybe a vasectomy from him because she's not sure if she wants kids, and freedom to have her career) and him being like "YES FINE WHATEVER" because he's realized he needs her like air, lol. My beloved garbage people.

The thing in A Kingdom of Dreams by Judith McNaught where it's really less a proposal and more Royce taking Jennifer to the priest and being like "marry us, neither of you have a choice and I don't wanna be here either". And then he calls her a bitch. I loved that.

There are like... three? Proposals in Sierra Simone's New Camelot trilogy (one of which is accepted) and then sort of like an on the spot private spiritual wedding ceremony with what I guess is a proposal right before? And I loved all of it. There's so much angst and so much intense longing in those books. So many times for my boy Embry to get proposed to and go "I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH TBH".

OOOh I loooove the proposal in The Long Game by Rachel Reid. There's such a great buildup to it, and it's so romantic, and I also love that Ilya and Shane go from this big emotional sappy proposal to fucking on the floor immediately after. Good for Them.

#romance novel blogging #book recs

[codenamehazard]

.:Mournful Maelstrom:.

Chapter 17: Mournful Malestrom

Hey guys! Another slow chapter to further cool heels as we see what Cole's up to after the last chapter. Hope you guys don't mind!

Let's jump in!

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Dirt and gravel crunch under my feet as I wander the battlefield on the outskirts, a place I know nobody will follow me. I didn’t know if any of Mako’s friends had noticed my absence, but I didn’t care. They’ll be fine not knowing. It’s none of their business anyways. They don’t need to know and I don’t want to explain.

I walk over to the body of a husk and kick it over, looking at its gnarled face and emaciated body. A broken shell of what once was a Conduit from what I understand. A Conduit who’s powers turned against them and became like a parasite, draining their body. I continue on and see all of the crumpled bodies surrounding me, some were charred to cinders from my Lightning Storm. I scoff at those matchsticks, even crushing the head of one.

If I’m to be honest, I’m numb to these sights. Sights of devastation and death, I’ve caused quite a few. Hell, I even reveled in some. The feeling of absolute power, knowing how easily I can bring armies to their knees, have them pleading for mercy and showing them none. Giving society the monster they begged for.

But this stroll… Is different. While the sight of these broken bodies give me hits of dopamine, it did little to dull the pain of my heavy heart. For this battle had a casually I actually gave a damn about.

Speaking of that casualty, I walk over to the body of the one who caused it. The heap of genetic nonsense that was this god-awful thing. Its corpse looked like it had been picked at by vultures. I sneer at it as I kick one of its bones and crush it. As I do, a thought clears through the chaos in my mind. A line of questioning that has cycled through the years again and again since the beginning.

It seems it’s always the same when it comes to Conduits and their relationship with their powers, I saw it with Sasha and Alden, I saw it with Bertrand, the Swamp Monsters and the Icemen and now I’m seeing it here on an even greater scale. Twisted minds and warped bodies. I look at my own hands, shifting my powers to reveal my Beast form. Staring at my ashen skin and twisted black veins. Even my own power has corrupted me to some extent.

Yet…

My body wasn’t fully corrupted. Even in this form, my humanity is still there somewhat. A pale echo, but still there. Why? I mean… Yeah sure, it could be argued it’s a ruse, like Bertrand’s disguise, but still… When that bastard’s true form was laid bare, he looked like a monster, wholly and truly. Yet here I am standing, my power of the Beast showing, yet I still look human. Even with the color-change, my features are unchanged. I still look like… Me. Why?

I shake my head as a new string of thoughts come through, the situation I really wanted to think about. I stare at the monstrous corpse one more time before walking away, heading off to a clearing where these twisted forms won’t distract me.

Away from the town and the bodies, I sit in an open field, staring at the night sky before pulling out a coil from my backpack, a piece of the Amp, one of many pieces. This weapon, the last thing that Zeke ever gave to me. Something he toiled day in and day out to create, crafted to perfection. Something that started out an olive branch to mend our friendship and became the last scrap of the life I used to know… Of the only friend I had in this damned world…

And it’s gone.

The turbulent thoughts crash through my mind like a raging storm, breaking through the emotional barrier I had up and letting the tears flow free. The screams of a broken man rip from my throat as I grip the sleeves of my shirt and curl up into a ball. I have tried so many times, spent days trying to repair it on my own and I couldn’t!! I couldn’t fucking fix it!! I let go of my sleeves and bury my face into my hands before wailing in grief. The Amp, it’s broken, shattered, in shambles, destroyed, ruined, and I can’t fix it!!! The only thing in the GOD-FORSAKEN WORLD I gave an iota of a damn about! The last remnant of my best friend, my brother, and it’s gone!!

My body heaves and trembles with broken tears as sparks pop off of my back. They don’t stop flowing down my face. At this point, I don’t care as it’s the only thing I can do. Scream and cry. At least I’m far away from any prying eyes, lest I be ridiculed.

The tears keep flowing and the sobs keep spilling until my voice is shot and hoarse, my whole body aches from the relentless wailing and screaming, but at least now I don’t feel like I’m fighting against a tidal wave and my head’s a little clearer. With a shaky breath, I let out a ragged sigh.

Now that I’ve had my pity party, I can now think. God, it’s ridiculous. I made this choice. It’s my fault Zeke’s gone, I killed him.

“Just like you killed her.” A familiar venomous voice hisses out in my mind, but I shake my head to keep it from taking root.

Wiping my tear-stained face, I think back to the day Mako and I talked in Droptown. How she suggested I should seek out the Gunsmith, how highly she spoke of Kestrel. I also think about our history. I know Mako said that if I went to her to fix the Amp, she would do me no wrong… But how can I trust her? After everything she’s pulled? With her biting words and her fiery spite, I wouldn’t put it past her to do something just to hurt me since she can’t do jackshit to me physically.

Still… In that same history… The bird has shown glimpses of the side that Mako talks about. Her apologizing and taking ownership of her fuck-ups, to me of all people. Someone who tried to kill her, someone who hated her guts and someone she hated in kind. Yet, she still apologized to me. The last person anyone would think she owed an apology to.

Then there was the battle with the mutant gorilla thing. She could have let that thing take a swing at my head and lop it off. It would have freed her from her obligation to me. She wouldn’t have to uphold her end of the bargain. She would never have to deal with me ever again. Hell, letting that thing body me would be doing the world a favor as far as society was concerned.

Yet… She pushed me out of the way. Why?

To add on top of that, what was with that “Besides, I have a deal to uphold, don’t I?” thing? She actually… Wants to uphold the deal? Her end of the bargain? Why? I upheld my end, she got the shards and finished her project and even though it was a flop, she still was able to finish it before that monster showed up. She had an easy out, why didn’t she take it? I shake my head, nothing about that girl made any sense to me.

But in that rambling stream, I found a flicker of hope. It’s a dim one, but a light is still a light. She wants to uphold our deal, that means she’s willing to work with me despite everything… And  might be willing to change our arrangement. I know it means I won’t be getting my shotgun, but at this point, I couldn’t give a shit.

Compared to the Amp? That gun is worth less than the dirt on the bottom of my boot. I would happily give up ever getting a gun I could use just so I can have the Amp fixed.

My mind now made up and my emotions calm, I stand up and vent out the rest of my pent up energy before making my way back to Droptown, hopefully the Misfits haven’t left, but if they had, I can wait in town. Since it is a bit of a hub for them. I may not be a patient man, but I’m willing to wait as long as it takes for a chance to have it fixed.

I know this is a gamble, as there is always the chance she’ll say no… But I’m willing to take that chance.

For Zeke…

#infamous #infamous 2 #cole macgrath #demon of empire city #infamous: no man's land #xeno writes #zeke dunbar #I hope y'all ready for some sade boye hours #Eat up ya angst piranahas

[sihakadan]

vander x enforcer reader if youll do it. tragic or tension pls!!

Oooooh . Time for sad.

SFW I guess? No sexy times but implied stuff. Probably full of mistakes because I am bad about proofreading.

No matter what you and Grayson came up with, everything worked against you. The kids had to be brought in, there was no way around it without a full on war between the enforcers and the people of the undercity.

But it hurt so much because you'd be betraying him. Vander, your sweet, sweet Vander.

It didn't matter to you that he had a past, that he had done some horrible things. You were an enforcer and served a corrupt system and somehow, he over looked it.

When you became an enforcer, it was to protect people, to serve your community but you very quickly learned how deep the corruption went and how much no one cared about it. Grayson was corrupt but in a way that kept the peace and you could respect that.

But now this greenhorn Marcus was going around causing problems, sticking his nose where it didn't belong and it was getting so out of hand-

Maybe you could convince Vander to offer up someone, anyone, to save his people from the impending march into Zaun.

It was the hope when you took off your uniform, put a breather mask on, pulled up a hood over your head and slipped down into the undercity, keeping to yourself as much as you could so you wouldn't draw attention.

The Last Drop was closed but you had a door key for 'visits' and it was the time of night that the kids would be sleeping, Vander would be cleaning up. You quickly unlocked the door and slipped in, pulling off the mask.

"We're closed." You could see him behind the bar, sweeping up broken glass, a rag over his shoulder.

"I hear the drinks are terrible anyway." You chuckled and pushed your hood back.

He turned, a bit surprised to see you but it turned into a smile as he leaned against the bar. "Total shit." He laughed back.

You made your way to the bar, sitting on the stool and just looked at him. He was tired and you could tell this was wearing him down. "Vander-"

"Don't, love. Just let me look at you for a bit longer." He took your hand in his large one. "I don't know when I'll see it again, you know?"

"People will die, Vander." You leaned closer, pleading. "I don't want to see you on the battlefield. Please." Your hand tightened.

"Y/N, you know I can't." He said gently, calloused thumb running over your knuckles. "They're my kids."

Yes and they weren't bad kids either, just dealt a shitty lot in life. Just trying to survive the Lanes. "I know." Tears pricked your eyes. "I know and we tried, Grayson and I but it is out of our hands now. The council is involved."

He reached up and gently wiped a tear away. "I know you did, love. I know you tried. You always do."

"I should have quit, come down here when you asked me to." You thought you could help him more as and enforcer, keep him safe and be a barrier between the two. "We could have..."

"Don't do that to yourself. You're a good person. You were doing what you thought was right." But you knew it broke his heart when you rejected him.

The two of you just looked at one another like it was the last time and slowly your foreheads touched, your hand going to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "It doesn't have to be them, Vander. It could be anyone-"

"You know the answer to that." He stopped you. "I can't sacrifice my people."

"Vander, please." One last plea, one last hope.

He inhaled deep, his eyes opening and meeting yours. "I'm sorry, love."

Quiet sobs shook your body and you almost jumped over the bar to wrap your arms around his neck. With his great strength, he pulled you across and into his arms, stroking your hair and pressing kisses to your temple.

Once you calmed down and got the worst of it out of your system, you pulled back just enough to cup his face in your hands, running your fingers over his jaw and cheeks. "Can we just have one more night? Like nothing is going to happen? Just us?"

A chuckle rumbled in his chest and he put a hand over one of yours, pressing a kiss into the palm. "You didn't even need to ask, love."

It would be the last time he ever held you.

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Whumptober 2023 Day 5 - What's the Worst That Could Happen?

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No. 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”

Debris | Pinned Down | “It’s broken.”

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Jack yanked hard on the Doctor’s lab coat. “Get down, Doc, unless you want to catch one of those bullets in your teeth!”

The Doctor crashed to all fours, panting hard. “Apologies, I am not moving as quickly as in my younger days. I suppose there is no longer any chance of reaching our destination on time?”

“Sure as fuck not. Is the First Quarter always like this? Seems like every other week I’m getting myself caught in a shootout.” He pulled another magazine out of his belt and slid it into his pistol in a practiced motion. The suppressive fire didn’t seem to deter their pursuers any.

“I cannot say it is uncommon, at least in this area. I had hoped my return to the land of my birth would be less… hectic. If only the gangs here had a Queen of Diamonds to unify them.”

Jack scoffed. “Yeah, I think we’re good with just the one.” He poked his head around the concrete barrier and immediately pulled it back. “Mother’s veil, these guys don’t give up…”

“I don’t imagine so. Astra Group would likely send any number of men to ensure my premature demise,” the Doctor said mildly, adjusting their glasses. For someone who had a hit squad out for them, they sure seemed much more concerned with how much exercise they’d been getting than the actual bullets. Standard Doc.

Jack checked his surroundings. Narrow access tunnel, and the pod car was around a corner about thirty meters away. He’d give the Doc a moment to catch their breath and then they’d run for it. They were slower than he was and he’d have to take a few calculated risks if he wanted to keep them intact. Well, if there was one thing the procedure had done, it was make him better at math.

“Okay, Doc, we’re gonna make a break for the pod car. Don’t look back, just keep running.”

The Doctor, still sweating and panting, looked up at him in dismay. “That distance? I cannot keep up with you, Jack, I will be left behind—”

“No, you won’t. I’ll keep pace with you. Just trust me, okay? Keep moving and you won’t get hit.”

“I find that incredibly unlikely—”

“And go!” He hauled them up by the lab coat and pushed them out of the cover of the barrier, but not too far, giving them a chance to right themselves. The Doctor let loose with a colourful stream of curses, but started running anyway, which was the point.

Jack allowed himself a bit of a laugh. The “hitmen” couldn’t aim for shit compared to a Suit’s evasion ability, even protecting another person. He was, for the most part, able to keep his important parts out of the path of the bullets, and he only had to yank the Doctor to the side twice. He clicked the key fob to open the pod car’s hatch as soon as it came into view.

The Doctor was flagging by this point, their pace steadily decreasing despite their best efforts. Jack was going to have to do something about it. “Forgive me for this, Doc, yeah?”

“Eh? Ack!” They flew the last ten feet through the hatch opening, landing with their face on the far seat. Jack dived in after them and scrambled to pull the hatch closed. Glasses hanging askance from their face next to a slowly oozing bullet graze, they rounded on him, furious. “You could have killed me, Jack! I am not a sack of potatoes to be hauled around as—!” They stopped short. “I say, is that blood?”

“Well, yeah. Got hit a couple of times. ‘M fine, just give me a second and I can drive.” It really wasn’t that big of a deal. He needed to get the car in gear so they could get the hell out of here. The electric engine clicked worryingly the first couple of times he began the startup sequence, but eventually it began to hum.

“At least have a booster, Jack, no? You know where we are going, I do not.” Well. At least they had their priorities straight.

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Sitting On The Shelf - Marcus White x Reader

Part 28 - Integrity Award

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"The primary circuit supplies the secondary portion of the valve with air. Pump the brakes to demonstrate." Amy was watching some kind of video tutorial on how to work one of the massive cloud 9 delivery trucks as you slouched into your seat, arms folded across your chest.

When she'd called you at 6am, you'd assumed it was an emergency, however, you'd instead been tricked into hiding out into the warehouse until Amy had time to slip away and meet you. While there were plenty of things you would do for her in your free time, coming to the store was not an ideal one of them.

"What you doing?" Jonah voice startled you, though quickly brought a smile to your face. You'd have taken any extra company on your outing today, but it being Jonah was definitely better.

Amy paused the video as she turned to look at Jonah. "Umm, I am making a delivery."

"Since when do you make deliveries?" Jonah's arm was slung over the rolled down window, handing into the truck as he held himself up against the big vehicle.

"Uh, since I realized we don't have any female truck drivers in 2017." Amy frantically pulled and pushed at different buttons in an attempt to get the truck moving, though it was to no avail. "Okay, I'm helping my parents move."

"I was forced here against my will to help." Raising your glove-covered hand into Jonah's view, you waved at him briefly, before tucking your hands across your chest and under your arms in an effort to keep them warm.

"Isn't it your day off though?" Jonah asked, sticking his head through the window and inside of the truck to talk to you.

Amy pushed his head out of the window and continued to try pulling and pressing at things on the dashboard of the truck. "They're getting $50 for their troubles I'm sure they'll live."

"What about my frog, Amy?" You whined, frantically throwing yourself against the back of the seats in the truck, looking at her with disdain. "What if it dies while I'm gone?"

"It doesn't die when you go to work every day, now does it?" Any chastised, both hands gripping the wheel tightly as she stopped fiddling with things and looked at you.

"I told Gerald I'd be home. He's probably heart broken." Slouching into the middle seat of the truck once more, you looked out the window to your right, ignoring Amy's stern look.

"You have a frog?" Jonah asked, his eyebrows quirked and a smile pulling at his lips. Of course you had a frog.

"Yeah, I got a pet frog. My apartment was too quite at night. I like his ribbiting." You mused through your explanation, thinking back to the lonely Gerald that currently sat in your apartment. You did like his ribbiting, that was true, you liked the low hum that always filled your apartment and made you feel less alone in the dead of night. It was comforting.

"Anyway, they forgot to rent a truck, and they have to be out of their house today." Amy explained, still trying to get the truck to start up, though you were certain she wouldn't be able to if she tried.

"Uh, Okay, if you need some help, I actually know how to drive stick. I thought it would be something that would impress women. It does not." Though Jonah's offer seemed sweet and genuine, Any scoffed at it, continuing to try and figure it out without help.

"Really? I think that's impressive."

"You and no one else, peach." With a deep sigh, Amy admitted defeat, pushing back from the wheel and climbing over you to let Jonah inside the vehicle.

"Okay, fine, you can help." Amy stumbled over you instead of asking you to shuffle up, keeping you as a human barrier between her and Jonah who - despite his help - she was now annoyed with.

"Aww enough with the gratitude. Okay, hitting the road. No limits, no rules." Jonah suddenly was pressed tight against the wheel, you and Any stifling laughs behind your hands. "I like to be right up on the wheel."

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"I'm so excited to meet the parents. Trying to decide if I should ask my questions in chronological order from birth, or by degree of embarrassment." Jonah wondered aloud as he reached his hand up to you, holding you steady as you climbed down from the delivery truck with his help.

Jumping from the last step to the ground, you pulled out your phone, reading the notification on your Home Screen as you continued to hold Jonah's hand, leading him past the snow and towards the front door.

"Woah! Garrett saved a dog!" Flashing the screen towards Jonah, you showed him the picture of the puppy Garrett had saved, then clicked your phone off and tucked it into your pocket. "I'd go chronologically, it's pretty much the same as if you were going by degree of embarrassment. Ow!"

Amy nudged your sharply in the side of your ribcage as you came to stand beside her at the front door, a sickly sweet smile curling onto her face. "Oh, Jonah, so sweet, so dumb. Do you actually think I'd bring you along if my parents were here? They're in the new place. We're just getting boxes."

As you walked into the house, it became quite clear that that was in fact, untrue; Ron and Connie were gathered around the kitchen, still filling boxes and with shelf loads of things still to pack up.

"Hey, princess. We're a little behind schedule." Rob greeted Amy with a meek smile, nervous to unleash the wrath of his daughter by being way more behind schedule then he should have been.

"A little?" Amy's voice was shrill and tense, clearly fed up with her parents after being in their presence for mere seconds. It was understandable though, Amy often having to come and keep them on schedule when they were full grown adults themselves.

"Ron!" You cried out, crossing the room and being enveloped in a tight squeeze of a hug, the two of you rocking back and forth at the impact. Pulling back slightly you looked up at the older man, a bright, wide smile being shown at you. One arm remained wrapped around him, as one of his remained wrapped around you, as you turned to face Jonah.

"Hi, I'm Jonah, and I have a lot of questions."

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"Why aren't you guys packed?" Amy groaned, peeling off her thick, winter coat as the warmth from inside of the house began to seep through the thick material.

"It's an emotional process." Connie sifted thought a pile of rainbow coloured piece of paper, pulling one off the top and showing to to Amy and Jonah. "Amelia, you made this in preschool."

As Jonah teased Amy about the use of her full names, you left Ron's side and made your way to Connie's, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you took a seat in the chair beside her. "Oh, y/n! It is so good to see you again! How is that handsome man of yours?"

Connie reached out for one of your fingerless-glove covered hands, squeezing it tightly and lovingly as she turned her whole body to face you. "He's good Connie. He's still missing his car doors but other that that he's perfect."

"I'm already packed. Took me two minutes to box up everything I own." Ron passed the box to Amy, her opening it and routing through it to check through its contents.

"Let's see. Uh, this is mostly socks, a toothbrush, and a banana." Amy threw the items she had pulled out back into the box without much care, knowing she'd probably be the one repacking it anyway.

"I keep it simple." Ron dismissed with a shrug, his hands falling to his hips as he looked at Amy with a blank stare. "What else do I need?"

"I don't know, maybe your heart medicine, so that your body doesn't reject your new valve?"

"Yep." Ron walked past Amy, hopefully in search of his heart medicine, though you weren't entirely sure that was the case.

"Look, I'm gonna need to stay. Can you Uber back?" Though Amy was trying her best to keep her pleas hushed and just to Jonah, they still managed to reach your ears; you chirping up at the idea of being able to go back to your apartment and get back into bed.

"I could drive the truck back!"

"Can you Uber back?" Amy reaffirmed, rolling her eyes at your eagerness to leave and leave in the truck.

"Oh, n-n-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is where I need to be, Amelia. You know what, Connie?" As Jonah approached the table, you pushed yourself from your seat, offering it out to him as you took his place at Amy's side. "Let's start with those photo albums. What do ya say?"

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"Oh, she said the other kids were wearing capes at school. Then I picked her up one day. Nope." As Connie and Jonah fawned and awed over Amy's baby pictures, you, Amy and Ron were shovelling the contents of the kitchen into boxes in a hurried attempt to get things finished by the end of the day.

"Okay Mom, I was coping with Grandpa dying in my arms. And you know what, why don't you guys get packing? If you wanna chit-chat, exchange numbers." Amy was becoming increasing more upset at the lack of help when it came to packing up; especially when considering it wasn't her house to pack or her who'd be faced with the repercussions of not doing it.

"Already Facebook friends. So next we have oh, naked Amy." As Jonah quickly averted his eyes, you let out a laugh; your hushed giggles being cut short as Amy took the opportunity to glare at you.

"Mom!"

"Please, you were three years old." Connie dismissed Amy's whining, going back to the photo album with Jonah intently searching for embarrassing photos.

"Don't worry, I only saw up-top stuff nothing south of the border." You and Amy both grimaced at the wording alone; finding Jonah's fascination a mixture of understandable and borderline creepy. "Oh, I didn't mean that in, like, a Latino way."

"Hey Dad, you know Jonah is a real art lover." The statement seemed to pique Jonah's interest, but had you stifling a laugh as you tried to keep a straight face while he walked by. You knew that Ron's celebrity art collection was a topic he could talk at length about, and something he would try and sell to even you at every given convenience.

Jonah was going to be like putty in his hands.

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Ron had disappeared with Jonah but it had not taken long for the pair to return, a large canvas covered with Putins face tucked under Jonah's arm. He'd barely had the time to register what he'd just been conned into buying before he was being dragged around the house by Connie, who just needed to show him every single one of her possessions.

"Connie, you have more necklaces made out of coins than I have ever seen. Until now, the record was zero." Jonah was somehow managed to keep the smile on his face despite the repetitive nature of it all. If you didn't know better you'd say he was beginning to actually enjoy helping out Amy's parents.

"I'm hungry." Ron suddenly popped up from his place behind the kitchen counter, his hands holding on to the countertop as he frowned. "Connie, I'm hungry."

"Okay, I will order pizza, and we will keep packing until it gets here." Amy was trying her best to emphasise how important it was to get things done, however, the meaning seemed lost on her parents, who were more then determined to do anything but that.

"Pizza? This is our last meal in this house. We can't just eat junk out of a cardboard box." Connie shook her head, an idea springing t@ mind as she met her husbands eyes. "I'll make tamales."

"Ooh, that sounds good." While you agreed with Jonah, that the prospect of tamales sounded incredible, you liked the prospect of finishing up and crawling into bed more.

"But so does pizza." You weakly agreed with Amy, knowing how much of a stress today had been for her already, and not wanting to add to it by encouraging Connie and Ron's antics.

"Mom, we don't have twelve hours for you to make tamales." Amy groaned, arms thrown out at her sides in exasperation.

"I'll hurry. I just have to find that steamer." Connie ripped open a box Amy had just sealed, pulling item after item out in search of her steamer and in doing so creating a bigger mess then you'd started with.

As Amy stumbled through a frustrated attempt at stopping her parents, she finally gave up, running up the stairs and leaving the four of your behind in the kitchen. Ron turned to Jonah with a tight-lipped smile, a finger pressed to his lips in thought. "Jonah, I'm feeling like $30 was a little low."

"I think it was too, Ron." Ushering Jonah away and after Amy, you entertained Ron in conversation, waiting till Jonah was out of earshot to make a comment you knew would elicit a hearty chuckle from Ron. "Knowing Jonah you can pressure him into paying at least double. At least."

"What a sweet boy." Connie mused, a far off glazed look in her eyes as she looked longing at the spot where he'd last stood. Jonah tended to have that affect on people. "I didn't realise Amy was seeing anyone."

"What?" You gasped, turning to Connie with a wide-eyes expression, your jaw hung agape. "Ew, gross, no."

Connie seemed to run through several different emotions at the news being broken that they weren't together, words seemed to fail her as she resulted to muttering out a simple "Oh."

In the silence that settled over the three of you, a smile curled onto your face, your eyes meeting Ron's mischievously. "But they act like they are, right?"

"That was just what I was saying!" Ron cheered, the three of you breaking down into an intense discussion about the palpable tension between their daughter and your best friend. It was undeniable, and thick enough to cut with a knife, and yet they still seemed obvious to it.

"Okay, so." The laughter has since died down now that the three of you were gathered around the countertops, Connie pulling an apron out of yet another box she'd cut open, and slipping it over her head. As she reached her hands behind her back to tie it closed, she looked up at the two of you. "Who's helping me make these tamales. They're not going to make themselves."

You and Ron made eye contact, silently agreeing on leaving before Connie could entice you into helping. Stumbling through a series of excuses, you and Ron both ran for the stairs, declaring in a final ditch attempt that you were checking on Amy. Standing at the top of the staircase, you leant your hands against your knees, the two of you catching your breath as you burst punt into laughter.

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Finally having caught your breath enough for it to have calmed back down to normal, the pair of you made your way to Amy's childhood bedroom, Ron pushing open the door and leaning his arm against the frame. Slipping under his arm, you stepped into the depth of the room, examining Amy's mostly empty shelves and very covered wall.

"Hon, would you like two or three tamales?" At seeing the relaxed position of them next to each other on the bed, Ron charged forward, a finger pointed accusingly at Jonah. "What the hell are you doing with my daughter? I'll kill you."

"No, no, no, no, no, sir. No, not, it's not..." Seeing Jonah scramble to a stand was enough to elicit yet another laugh from you and Ron, the pair of you high-fiving each other at the sound of Jonah's terror.

"I'm kidding. Look at him freaking out." Ron slapped a hand against your back before retreating to the doorway of the room, lingering for a moment. "Ahh, I'm going to the store to get some ice."

"No, Dad, we don't need ice. We need you...to pack your stuff." Amy words fell on deaf ears, Ron already halfway downstairs and on a completely unnecessary mission to get ice, the door closed too behind him. "This is never gonna get done. I'm so sick of having to do everything for them."

"Then don't." At Amy's groan of resistance, Jonah rushed to continue his explanation, you still completely enthralled by the masterpiece that was Amy's childhood bedroom. "No, I mean it. What what would happen if you just left right now?"

"Then I would be the one who had to deal with the consequences." Plopping yourself onto the softness of Amy's comforter, you wrapped an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her against you with a look of sympathy.

It was uncomfortable, to see Amy feel all the pressure of her parents duties, and echoed the life you had once lived too much. Scarily so. You loved Ron and Connie; they had accepted you into their family without question and made you feel welcomed everytime you'd met. Ron felt like your own, real grandfather, and Connie your grandmother, but seeing Amy so stressed for them made your jaw tighten and your hands shake.

"No, you would be the one who decided to deal with the consequences, instead of just letting them deal with it. I'm just saying, it's not your responsibility to make sure that everything goes well for everybody else." Jonah, for once, hand words of wisdom that seemed to work a charm; a calm smile making its way onto her face as she placed the box she had had in her lap on her bed.

"Yeah. You're right. They're grownups. They'll figure it out. Okay. Great, let's get out of here." Amy stood from her bed, pulling you with her, and heading for the window with a renewed sense of confidence, a smile forming on her face and the stress easing from it. Without question, you followed her out of the window, climbing down the side of the house - Jonah, however, followed with some hesitancy, startled by the idea of climbing out the window in the first place.

Scaling down the side of the building, you waited at the bottom for Jonah, who threw his Putin painting down before he started the descent himself. Cradling his precious piece of artwork, you made a dash for the truck, climbing in and claiming the window seat for yourself.

As everyone had crowded into the car, Jonah began to back out of the driveway, heading back in the direction of the store with a promise to drop you off at your apartment first. Shuffling into your seat, you clutched the Putin painting tightly, looking across at Amy and Jonah.

"Is now a bad time to ask why you had so many pictures of Scott Wolf?"

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After waving goodbye to Amy and Jonah as they went back to the store to finish their shifts, you turned around and headed into your apartment building. Climbing up the multiple flights of stairs, you eventually got to the top, sighing deeply as you finally reached your destination. The comfort of your duvet, mountain of pillows and Gerald just a few feet away.

"What are you doing here?" Marcus was slouched against your door, his head leant back and pressing into the wooden surface, his eyes dropping with sleep and a jumper far too large for him wrapped around his frame.

"My mom has her boyfriend over. Thought I should let myself out before she asked me to go." Joining him on the floor, you leant your head against his chest, throwing your legs across his long, spread out ones. One of his hands came to caress your thigh while the other wrapped around your waist, holding you against him.

"Mom's suck, huh." You whispered, not really feeling like getting into a passioned conversation about it and more just sharing the moment with Marcus. He nodded his head in agreement, and thought you agreed, you knew that Amy was the exception.

Rummaging through your jacket pockets, you pulled out your key chain, fiddling with the spare key for your apartment until it clicked off its chain and fell into the palm of your hand. Holding it against Marcus's chest, you silently offered it to him, his hand touching the cold metal but not taking it from your palm.

"What's this?" Marcus, picked up the key and rolled it between two of his fingers, the ridged edges rough against the skin of his hands.

"It's a key." You stated with a yawn, nuzzling your face against the crook of Marcus's neck; he smelt good, kind of like vanilla, with a sort of woodsey scent to it. It was different, but nice all the same.

"Yeah, I know that angel. What for?" Marcus's hand had left your waist and instead moved to your scalp, scratching softly at your head and pushing you deeper into the crook of his neck. The repetitive motions soothed your even more and had you slipping into a sleepier state then before; the days events finally catching up to you after you'd planned to do nothing but chill out.

"My apartment." You muttered, sleep beginning to overtake you as you pressed the key against him, a silent plea to keep it. "Me casa, su casa. My apartment, your apartment, or whatever it means."

"Wait, you, you want me to keep it?"

"Well, yeah. Yeah, I do." Pulling your head out of the crook of his neck, you pressed an almost sloppy kiss to his cheek, resting your forehead against the spot you'd just kissed dreamily. "Now, take me to bed and cuddle me to sleep."

"Angel, it's 2pm." Despite his words, Marcus lifted you from the floor in his arms, one of his hands slipping the key into the door and unlocking it.

Walking into your apartment, he kicked the door shut behind him, locking it and then tucking the key into his pant pocket. Working his way around your furniture, he made his way to your bedroom, gently placing you onto the mattress before walking around the side of the bed and laying beside you, pulling the covers over the two of you as he did.

Shuffling until your back was pressed against his chest, you let out a long yawn, Marcus arm wrapping around you and his hand intertwining with your own. Pulling your joined hands against your chest, you allowed yourself to settle into the pillows and duvet.

"I'm glad you're here." You whispered into the silence, Marcus hand squeezing yours and a kiss being pressed to the crown of your head in response. "It's been a long, long day."

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Hi guys!!! Sorry about the late (and shorter then usual) upload, I've not been feeling up to it this week (I'm convinced it's back to school flu lol) but here is a chapter still!!

It's one I'm happy enough with to publish at the least, which is good enough for me - and we got some cute Marcus and y/n fluff at the end :))))

Shoutout to my fave Lola for the frog idea. Gerald is my fave now.

It will be back to our regularly scheduled programming next week.

As always, have a lovely week!!! <33

PS JUST COME TO UPLOAD THIS AND THE QUEEN JUST DIED???????????? i imagine this means ill have a week off of college or something now. Rip Liz 

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I'm going through a faith crisis, found one of your posts answering a similar question, and I just figured. I would send one.

I was raised vaguely Christian, I went to church and bible camp in the summer and all that, very very Christian area. We have five churches and only got a dollar store 5 years ago. It's Christianity or nothing around here.

Around the age of 11-12 I think, I learned about judaism and jewish people, and I became interested, but one of the first things I remembered seeing was something basically saying you can't convert so I stopped there, because I felt bad.

I got interested in Islam for a while, but it wasn't for me after about a year of learning off and on.

Then I learned about the Satanic temple, and I consider myself a satanist. Everyone in my life knows I am a satanist, I am passionate about it, I'm an agnostic, though leaning much more athiest.

However, recently, I'm not sure why, but my interest in Judaism sparked again And frankly it's bringing me to tears. I've been crying for a little over an hour now while looking into Judaism and becoming so interested and frankly falling in love with it.

But again, where I love, there's only Christianity. The nearest synagouge is miles and miles away, I can't drive and frankly I'm almost sure my parents will not accept me in this way and drive me to a synagouge anyway.

I'm at a lost for what to do. I feel bad asking jewish people for help, I know it puts you in a weird position I'm sure, but if anything I just want to know, what do I do?

That's a very hard situation to be in, and I'm sorry you're stuck in it. I was raised Catholic, in a town where there were no other options, just like yours. I didn't even meet a Jew until I started college. I also converted to Satanism after leaving xtianity, and I understand the fear of not being accepted. Most of my family doesn't know that I've converted, despite it being well over a year now. I feel less safe being open with them about my religion than I do being open with them about being trans. I feel your struggle and you are not alone.

As for what you should do, there are several things I would suggest. The beauty of today's internet is that many, many temples stream their services online. This would allow you a first step - a means of sitting in and observing, seeing what service is about and being in that space as a guest. See if the closest synagogue to you has their services streamed and request a link for them.

The next step (and one I suggest you take at the same time as seeking out access to online services) is to reach out to a rabbi. Rabbis are teachers, not priests - they are educated Jews who go to rabbinical school to learn halacha, theology and history. Sitting down with your local Rabbi (I speak with mine online since I am unable to drive often and we are both very busy) and explaining your situation to them and your interest in Judaism will gain you the community connection you need to move forward and take down the barriers between you and accessing a temple. I would suggest reaching out to a Reform congregation, as that's what I know most about, but that's not really necessary - agnosticism is very common in all sects of Judaism short of the ultra-orthodox, and belief is not a requirement for conversion.

The third step I'd suggest is getting your hands on a few books on Judaism. I always suggest "To Life!" by Rabbi Harold Kushner and "Choosing a Jewish Life" by Anita Diamant as a jumping off point. If you're down for heavier reading, "Jewish Literacy" by Rabbi Joseph Telushkin is an incredible book. It's well over 600 pages, but it is broken down into very digestible and intriguing chunks that make it easy to read. Jews are the people of the book, and there is not a more universal Jewish experience than study. You Rabbi will absolutely suggest more books, but these three are pretty universally loved.

Trying to find your way into the Jewish people is a hard road, especially with the rise of antisemitism worldwide. There's a lot to learn, and you will never know everything. You are painting a target on your back, and you will need to be very aware of that. If a rabbi turns you away, it will be because of tradition and concern for you choosing to become a Jew in a time so dangerous for us, not because they do not want you there. Be persistent and polite, and ask them what they need from you. They will know much better than I will.

It is not an easy path to take or decision to make. I feel the consequences of my choice daily in everything I do - good and bad. I've dealt with racialized violence as a white person for wearing my kippah outside and giving what is considered a racial indicator to antisemites. But I can also say that it has been worth it in every way. I have found a community, my soul has found rest at Sinai, and I know myself better than I ever have before. I don't know if I believe in Hashem, but I believe in the Jewish people. And I believe in you.

Behatzlacha, friend.

#jewish stuff #lovely anon #the ask and the answer but not the book #jumblr #jew by choice

[wlwfav]

ep 0 volume 5 spoilers/thoughts below 👇👇

huuuh interesting that the fake scenery from b7’s window was hellfire for deborah, but a big blue moon for ray 👀 i suppose the background changes depending on the sacrifice? this really shows that gray knows more about the sacrifices than he lets on, and he especially knows the reason why he chose them as a sacrifice…

….foreshadowing! considering everyone in this panel is dead lmfao

i dunno why but i really like this moment so much!! seeing gray take charge and make it clear to the angels that this is his experiment and they are very much apart of it….. it’s just so good

just want to say shin is so pretty??!!??!!?!?!?! we don’t talk about him enough and i think that’s a crime tbh. shin fans rise up

this is really funny and intriguing to me. the rules clearly state that all angels have to stay on their respective floors when a sacrifice is in the building, and i know eddie isn’t technically an angel here yet... but with how strict gray is, i’m kinda surprised gray appears to be fine with eddie hanging out with shin when shin is supposed to be, you know, working.

then again gray does have a soft spot for eddie, so maybe in the rules there’s a fine print beneath the “all angels need to stay on their respective floor*” rule that says “* except for eddie if he wants to hang out with shin :)”

i guess the “leaving their respective floor” rule is just something that needs to be broken by the b6 angel 😭

eddie and cathy whispering about danny is so cute and funny HELP

eddie being worried about shin 🥺🥺🥺🥺 ughhh i really love their friendship, so knowing how it ends….. 🫠

this is actually a pretty common feeling shin! if you take the murder part out of it, anyways

THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM UGHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!! eddie really looks up to shin so much it’s adorable

and again with shin giving eddie a head pat 🥹🥹🥹 reminds me of zack with ray LOL, kind of a shame they never met shin…..

eddie has no idea what’s about to happen….. T___T

AND HIS REACTION TO FINDING SHIN 😭😭😭😭🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕💔💔💔💔💔

makes sense gray would think this way… but it still hurts 🥹

i am in SHAMBLES!!!!!! at least eddie is taking shin’s death way better than i am 😭

the last panel is really really powerful to me. shin’s ghost-like appearance on the other side of the mirror, with his back to eddie… it symbolizes he’s passed onto another life without actually saying it, and despite the barrier between life and death, eddie’s words still reached shin… 🥹

(shin's ghost is also sitting, almost like he's waiting for eddie to cross over as well... perhaps he already knows of eddie's fate and wants to be there to greet eddie on the other side? ..... or maybe i'm looking way too much into this panel...)

nice foreshadowing of danny’s ultimate fate here as well 👀 pretty sure he said the exact same thing to gray in the main story when the building was going down, and that’s where he got his answer… that yes, his desires did not make him an angel, but a human. a nice little callback to the main series, despite this being the prequel!

“father gray said it’s my turn on the xbox”

THERE HE IS!!!! ZACK���S FIRST OFFICIAL APPEARANCE IN EP 0!!!!

gosh it feels SO GOOD seeing zack again!!!!! it’s been so long……. missed this guy ☝️☝️☝️☝️

aaaaand that’s the end of volume 5! so we leave off on how gray discovered zack!

also imo, “the laughing reaper” is a much better name for zack than “the back-alley murderer”. laughing reaper fits him much better!

them… i will never emotionally recover 🫠

overall another really good volume of ep 0!!! i love seeing how everything builds up to the main story!!! i’m gonna be really sad when this story ends….. i will miss it </3

#had a little more to say abt this one i think #long post /

[doridoripawaa]

"Gonna be suuuuper late tonight lolol take care of dinner without me!! >.o ~ ☆"

Saeran scowled as soon as he read the text message that had flickered across his phone screen. "Not that you ever help with dinner, anyway," he grumbled. Actually, he put a significant amount of effort into keeping his older brother out of the kitchen entirely. Nothing positive ever came out of Saeyoung's ventures into the kitchen, with the end result varying from broken plates to roaring flames to ramen smoothie.

Saeran preferred not to think about that last one.

At least this meant he would have a peaceful meal without his brother trying (and failing) to be his sous chef. With a sigh, the redhead began to tuck his phone into his pocket, until another quick beep caught his attention. Muttering some choice words under his breath, Saeran unlocked his phone screen again to check his messages.

"Pls feed Ariella too! We r out of bagels so she would be in trouble lol oop"

Oh. Shit. Her.

So much for a peaceful evening.

"👍"

Enough of a reply for Saeyoung to know he was alive and had received his texts. Saeran put his phone on the kitchen counter, not wanting to be bothered for a while if he had a say in the matter. As soon as he called his brother's dearest Ariella over to eat, he had no doubt she'd try to drag him into some sort of board game or arts & crafts, or she'd chuck 7 anime titles that somehow all had something to do with singing lesbians at him and ask him to pick one.

Come to think of it, though, he hadn't seen his sister-in-law in several hours. Had she gone out? No, she tended to stay home when Saeyoung was gone for long days like this. Much to Saeran's chagrin, neither of them liked to leave him alone in the bunker for too long. (A wise decision, but an irritating one nonetheless.)

That meant she had to be in one of the rooms. Saeran knew the brunette had a tendency to lose track of time when she was really engaged in something, so that would explain her silence. He'd caught her lying on the living room floor for two hours reading, lounging in Saeyoung's "office" chair at 3 AM playing games on her phone, studying Korean in the bathtub because she liked that it the room was secluded and didn't want anyone to make fun of her pronunciation, and at one point he'd caught her deep into researching tiny carnivores that were endangered. (Everything he had learned about the pygmy raccoon of Cozumel Island had been against his will.)

He couldn't even begin to guess where she was camped out right now.

But as Saeran looked at the clock and realized how late into the evening it was, he knew he would need to find her sooner rather than later to get her input on what to make for dinner. Much like his brother, Ariella was someone who should not be allowed in the kitchen unsupervised. If he didn't make her something, she'd try herself... and Saeran had no desire to clean up after her tonight.

"Ariella?" Saeran called out tentatively. His summons was met with silence. Barely stifling a resigned sigh, he tried again. "Ariella? What do you want for dinner?" Again, nothing.

Annoyed, he ran his hands through his crimson locks, knowing that he was about to begin a scavenger hunt for his ditzy sister-in-law. "Sometimes I think the cult was easier than this," he hissed as he headed over to the laundry room, beginning his search.

But she wasn't in the laundry room nor the living room, and she wasn't in Saeyoung's office or in the guest room they'd set aside for Vanderwood. She wasn't in the home library, and she hadn't found her way to the kitchen while Saeran was checking the other rooms.

Saeran narrowed his minty eyes and finally let out a sigh of defeat. "I hate going in here," he mumbled as he walked up to Saeyoung's bedroom door. But what choice did he have? It would explain her lack of response; Saeyoung's room was practically soundproof, and he'd designed it that way. Crossing that barrier into his brother's quarters was... unsettling for Saeran, though. Saeyoung certainly had no problem barging in on him, but Saeran found himself disconcerted in his brother's room. He saw a lot of the brother he knew, but also a lot about the brother he didn't know.

Reconciling his past and his present when it came to Saeyoung was always a messy ordeal, and Saeran preferred not to confront it unless he absolutely needed to do so.

His hand was shaking as he opened the door.

"Ariella?" Saeran called out her name as soon as he cracked the door open, wanting to get out of this space as soon as possible. He smacked his still quivering hand before stepping in further. "How about sweet potato noodles tonight?" If he could just pry an answer out of her regarding dinner, he could head out and feel satisfied that he'd carried out his obligations to Saeyoung.

But he didn't hear so much as a simple "yes" or "no."

Every step he went deeper inside made him more uncomfortable, but he had to check all corners before he gave up. She wasn't in the bedroom, and she wasn't in either her closet or Saeyoung's.

"Where the hell...?" The younger twin was on the verge of letting out a cry of frustration, as his efforts began to feel more and more like a wild goose chase. As he put his hand on the bathroom door handle, he felt his irritation simmering and threatening to boil over. "Ari--"

All of that energy transformed from annoyance to horror as he saw his sister-in-law curled up on a rug on the bathroom floor.

"Ariella?!" Hastily he scrambled over, dropping to his knees beside her. "Ariella?" He could see the slow rise and fall of her abdomen, so she was breathing, but why was she curled up in fetal position? "Hey, what happened? Did someone break in? Was it..." Looking around the room, he didn't see any signs of damage that suggested someone had broken their way in. Plus, he had been here all day, so if someone had come in by force, wouldn't he have heard them? What was wrong, then? He tried to see if he could find any clues, but the bathroom was practically spotless, with the exception of some water droplets in the sink and a few items in the trashcan. Just a couple of bandage wrappers, as far as he could--

The panicked heat in his body melted away as soon as he saw the cold glint of steel that twinkled at him mockingly.

"Elle..." His voice suddenly grew eerily calm. "Elle," he repeated, using the nickname once again. A name that only he ever used for her-- she'd forced him to watch Legally Blonde, but afterwards he'd found himself calling her this name from time to time. A name that he had chosen, not one borrowed from Saeyoung. A small flame of friendship, from the one person who tried to spend time with him for no other reason than out of the kindness of her heart.

Pink. Peppy. Positive.

Why was his Elle in so much pain right now?

His thoughts snapped back to the present as he heard a soft sniffling from below. Quickly Saeran turned his attention back to Ariella, who had tilted her head back so she could look at him.

He didn't get a chance to ask any questions before she whimpered and lowered her head again. Upon closer inspection, he saw that she was cradling her wrist, too, and holding that against her chest.

"Hey, Elle. We can't make it better if you don't tell me what happened."

"I... my... sorry...."

"Louder."

"Broke... sorry... fault...."

"Lift your head."

He probably sounded cold, with how tersely he was speaking to her right now. But he didn't care if she thought he was rude, or cruel, or just a complete jerk. His priority was helping her.

"I broke... promise... I'm..."

"What promise? Come on, Ariella."

"I promised him... Never again...."

Again?

So this wasn't the first time.

A heavy silence hung in the air for a moment. It was dense and sticky, and if he didn't know any better, he'd say it reeked of blood.

He smelled blood all the time, and he was used to seeing it on his hands, but he never thought he'd see them splatter fingers as soft and smart and sweet as hers.

Saeran knew Ariella was the type who didn't actively go out trying to hurt others. He could tell from the way she quarreled with Saeyoung about his not-so-legal activities that she was someone who tried to live a just, honest life. She deserved better than to get caught up with people like them, but that was Saeran's fault, wasn't it?

Did he have Ariella's fresh blood on his hands, too?

"Listen." He leaned over until his forehead was almost touching hers. "I don't know what promise you made or why you broke it. But I know you're someone who tries to be true to her word, so you must have had a reason." He wasn't good at comfort. He wasn't sure if what he was saying would make things better or worse for her. "You have to fail sometimes. That's how you get better." He leaned back and began to rise to his feet. "And I know you're a perfectionist, so I know you're gonna take this loss and use it to get better. Because you're strong like that, Elle."

He didn't wait to see if she was getting up before he turned towards the bathroom door. "I'm going to the kitchen. If you can meet me there in 10 minutes, you can decide what we eat. Saeyoung is going to be late tonight, after all. So...

"Wash up really well. I'll see you in a few."

She never did tell him why or how he'd found her like that. She didn't tell him how long she'd been lying there before he found her, either.

But she did tell him to use extra orange zest and to cut back on the garlic, and he knew she didn't like her dinners to be super sweet.

Saeran, however, loved orange zest and wasn't a fan of garlic, and so he accepted her gratitude in the form of a steaming bowl of japchae.

#dl #tw self harm

[onyxsnake23]

Oh I don’t think I could actually tell you the exact moment that I realised we were done. It wasn’t made up of a single moment any more than a person is made up of a single interest, it felt more like a thousand thousand tiny things that cascaded into an avalanche under which the relationship got buried. No headstone, just a casualty of the climb. Maybe one day somewhere in the future what remains of us together will be dug up and discovered by some impartial observer and they’ll realise that we were never going to work out “long term”. Whatever that means.

I imagine that at some point in the cold future I’ll reflect on what happened, much as I am doing as I sit here now and wonder why I didn’t try harder to save us. Instead I’ll ache for the cold, detached feeling I was once so willing and able to hide behind, nothing is quite as easy as it used to be it seems.

I sit here, 20 something years old and think back on the last few years, wondering to myself in my loneliest moments “how will I ever survive a lifetime of this? of remembering people for far longer than I have ever known them? And in these moments I feel like I’m shattering into shards of longing and regret and lust and rage. Forever waiting, I suspect, for someone to pick up my pieces and tell me that I am worthy of living, that I am worthy of love and to know in that moment that they meant every word. Much as you once did. But it does no good to dwell on such things, there are people to fuck and music to listen to in the meantime.

I remember when we each bought a bible and told each other that we would read them and that we’d annotate the bits we found hilarious and send them to each other. We never did of course it was just another promise made, another for the pile of things that slowly became our relationship and I think of you every time I see that bible on my shelf. Even though I don’t believe a word of what it preaches it doesn’t seem to matter when it connects me to you through time like that. The barrier of passing time dissolves and I’m sat in my bedroom in 2020 texting you that the bible arrived with butterflies in my stomach waiting on your response.

I read a little while ago that the face you have in your current life is the face of the person you loved most in your previous life. When I look at myself in the mirror I often wonder what kind of person could love someone like me, with all my failures of character and my blatant self loathing that seems to seep into every facet of my life and slowly degrade each aspect of it like the rot that eats away at the house. But then I eat something and drink some water and go outside in the sun and am reminded that I am young and learning to live. Maybe I am not an irredeemable monster with an evil heart, maybe I just haven’t learned to love myself yet, to see my positive aspects, perhaps one day I’ll see myself in a mirror and say to myself “hey, you did great, everything will be okay”. I desperately hope that one day I will be that person and my hope extends to you too.

What’s really crazy about that particular stretch of my life is that most of the time I am convinced I was in love with myself and the moment I was in and not the girl. I was doing well at my first job, finally getting attention from girls, had money, discovering new music all the time, things were great. Kind of a clash with the supposed “national spirit” at the time, Covid 19 was fucking England hard at this point. I didn’t care, I was in a bubble of drinking and sex and music and thinking I might be falling in love with a girl while I was in the middle of sex with a girl I had just met at a party I was invited to last minute by a girl I worked with who also had a thing for me. I felt incredible.

Tell me you love me and watch it break me. Tell me anyway and build me anew from the broken pieces of me that are left behind, with any luck you’ll leave the worst parts of me shattered on the floor.

What’s really maddening about being alive so far is that for all the methods of communication mankind has devised over the last however many decades and centuries, there is no way to communicate all of yourself to another person.

You can’t just open yourself up and say this is what I am, take your time and learn me so that one day you might appreciate the full picture.

You just share bits and pieces of yourself with countless people over your life but in the end I don’t think you can ever truly know a person.

In fact I don’t even think it will be possible to truly know yourself by the end of your life let alone in time to actually make use of this knowledge.

Inside you are infinite, endlessly complicated and flawed, ruined in so many moments by so many things and yet still moving forward, running headlong toward whatever it is you think will finally let you say “ I understand myself now”.

I don’t know anything for certain. My brain just tries to convince me every day that understanding isn’t worth striving for.

The true battle, my true battle, is to continue onward and carry the weight of my infinite self into a future that might just be better than what has come before. To be a true warrior, to fight a battle that’s worthwhile, win or lose.

What do I do with all this leftover knowledge I have of you? When I see something I know would make you laugh, or make you excited for the future? Do I just hold onto it? Let it rest in my head with all the other things I’ve learned but no longer have use for? I wonder if I’ll forget eventually. Part of me hopes I will, but the braver part of me hopes that I am strong enough to carry it with me, to remember you even though you aren’t mine anymore. I hope you’re doing well in your new life but I hope that I never hear a word about it.

Diane said that there are people in your life that help you become the person you end up being and that you can be grateful for them, even if they were never meant to be in your life forever. I like that sentiment, it’s comforting.

That show has saved me a few times now.

I miss people when they leave. I often wonder what they’re up to, hopefully they aren’t as confused as I am about things, it’d be nice to if someone in this world had some clear idea of what they are doing. Even if I doubt it’ll ever be me.

No love, of anything, however brief is a waste.

Do anything that makes life a little more bearable, so long as you aren’t harming someone else in the process.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad for you to have forgotten something and left it in my life so that when you remember and come back to claim it, you look around and realise that this might not be so bad a place to live after all, maybe we were just twenty back then.

I don’t know, maybe it would just be nice to be remembered fondly by someone, a warm thought instead of a bitter memory.

You know sometimes when I feel shitty about myself I pretend i’m someone else, someone confident and bold and unashamed of being themselves. It helps a lot, makes things way fucking easier to deal with sometimes.

What I hate most about myself is my ability to convince myself of anything. It has led me to some of the best decisions I have ever made, it’s made me more confident than I have ever been. It is the sole reason that I can talk myself out of being sad and more often than not it is what makes me sad in the first place. My mind is an unreliable narrator and a perfectly objective judge of every situation, discerning when it is doing which thing is where my trouble usually begins.

There is very little left of me that I recognise.

I get the feeling that everything in life is a celebration of living.

[thesecretoflivereactions]

This Episode has for some reason no subtitles. So you have to bear with me here. I hope the next one has subtitles again. (The Episode just crashed on me... great.) Anyway, in the last Episode there was an attack on some grave that has been protected and out of that grave came some weird monsters. And apparently, this was the grave of "gift-users". Which... sounds to me like, if you have powers like Kudo-san, you are actually always destined to become the same monster he is supposed to fight, if no one protects the grave properly. In any case, this person (I think its a woman, but it also could be an androgynous man) is supposed to be the heir to the throne? This persons father, the current emperor wants Kiyoka(?) dead. So I am not sure yet if we can trust his heir. (Oh, they said "his highness" so... I guess its a man. He sounds like a woman tho ^^')

At least the Episodes title got translated.

The prince gave us a prophecie. That there will be a battle and people could die. But oh well... maincharacters hardly ever die XD

Now the prince warned Kiyoka that the future for him and his fiance will be difficult for a while. But that je trusts that he can get through it - or something like that.

In the meantime, Miyo continues her "Lady lessons" with her futuer sister in law.

So... Kiyokas Sister (whos name I also can not seem to remember) asked Miyo to call her "sister" but it immedeatly gives her bad trauma-responses to use or hear the word "sister".

Mr.Bad-Guy working for the evil Emperor here, has come directly to Kiyoka, to pretend to want to work with him.

Kiyoka is barely coming home because of this incident. And I do not know, why the romance animes these days always has to keep the couples apart from each other as soon as we establish that we are in love. Its annyoing, really.

In any case... it seems like Miyo nightmare are getting worse.

Miyo is either getting sick, beeing cursed or its the lack of proper sleep, because she just collapsed in the middle of the street. Mr.Bad-Guy here thankfully catched her.

The Episode is over. Lets go to the next.

Good news! We have subtitles again and I can go back to watching this in Japanese.

With the barrier not broken, I also assume its Miyo herself who causes the nightmares. Not willingly of course. Its more like... her powers going haywire for some reason. What I don't understand is... why did it only start after she came to the Kudo-House? Did the house of her father somehow seal her powers or something?

You should! Its been like one and a half episodes without you two directly interacting with each other! Even as the viewer it feels lonely! XD

Now thats what we all needed!

That communication is the key to a happy relationship is not something people just say, it actually is true. These two have yet to learn it. She tried hard to hide things to prove that she can handle taking care of a "family" without leaning on her husband. He didn't say he knew about her struggles, because he wanted to respect her reasoning. BUT once again IF one of them had talked, this situation could have easily been prevented. And why I get Miyos reasons - not that she was right with her thought, but I get that her abuse for so many years leads her to such thoughts - I do not understand Kiyokas reasons. He loves her. He wants to help her. He wants to protect her. Why did he not say anything sooner?

I... do not know what this was. He wasn't cruel to her. He was concerned. He leashed out a bit, yes, but just out of concern. But she acted like he did something horrible to her and now he actually believes it.

What a mess...

#My happy marriage Mona Version #MhM Mona Version

[the-firebird69]

Justin Hayward - The Harmony Tour Featuring Mike Dawes

What are you saying is we're going to witness something horrific and probably don't understand it like we didn't understand it when was happening and we think it's us and it's stupid we don't have the Damned AI this freaking blows he's explaining the process right in front of us and we're getting embarrassed and we can't tell we're embarrassed you look like absolute s*** heads he says wait for it you have to lose everything because tweedly dumb f*** thinks that his army is are going to attack the max for him even though they'll be his armies and he'll be penalized oh s*** now the last two sentences were a friend here but man you're a f****** a****** and you're dumb and you're a zombie practically and we rate you as like a five out of 10 okay so we're talking to nobody

Terry cheesman

Can see it's probably Dave so we don't know what to do what you say is why don't you fight the empire what's a big problem he sends a huge dead army of yours after them the max come after you cuz you keep saying it's your AI and you have to fight him anyways right so that was him and I get the idea I'm saying it's mine whether it is or not it's doing what I want and we have to defend ourselves and stuff like that

Trump

Hahaha lol

Hera Zues

You may think it's funny but you're right here with us

Dave

Haha so what

Zues

It's angry doesn't it Dave makes you mad he wanted to try something so we could go to get you into prison keep you there aren't you f*** off you little s*** you're a little s*** we're going to rip you apart

Hera

Olympus

You're a complete utter f****** moron Dan AKA Dave cock licker such a f**** we had to put those f** stuff on the news about you and your father I'm so sick of seeing your dumb f****** asses here you don't belong here you're so goddamn dumb I'll tell you what I'm using as a smoke screen it's really it's it's I don't have to try it's so damn easy you make fat ass it's like a huge huge barrier for you to survive it's hilarious you're so stupid you're asking the same question like 50 f****** times I told you you didn't listen go ask someone else you stupid f***

Zues Hera

I'm asking about Godzilla Galactus the kraken the worm Satan which one is it that you don't know about well he says that last part I guess I don't know about any of it and I'm stupid as a brick of s*** so he says it's like cryogenics but they're massive but sucking egg it's like George on Mars go suck an egg and he says that so I guess we have to go check he wants to know if we're trying to secure if we use it on our armpits sure now he's joking like that all the time mainly because we're all dying and we're rubbing it in his face that we're dying or something he has all sorts of other plans supposed to move on we don't get it we're sitting here getting shot just bothering him everyday and yeah people are going to beat me up someone say they beat me up and yeah I guess they did ribs were broken so close over there float g l o a t and he says I already am and you can't tell you stupid pig cuz you don't read and you don't look at things you don't know math anymore and I guess that's the way it is and that's the way it is territory like it's nothing but you are

Well he said that and I get it's just and they're huge and they use my father's bunker

Dan

Haha you f****** a****** Mike Goodhue you're a f****** a****** it's like you don't even care you so God damn dumb I'll go off and ships and I have some here I'm looking for them it should take you along you actually get involved in the series they become the bad guy cuz you're so God damn stupid

Bg

It's actually true and there's the bad guy we have fighting he doesn't care at all he says that's awesome get up there f*** yourself what are you saying I tell you what I'm trying to hit him and stuff and I get killed I should probably stop that but I keep trying he's laughing cuz it's stupid cuz I'm saying it so people going to go after me and because the park cuz I laughed it off

Dan

He gets the joke you hate me so much you hate my race my clan was my race so you got rid of him we really didn't but we say it all the time we try it and it's stupid we get hit and there's giant monsters or something or Giants and they're his race his kids made in my bunker they're just sit here f****** around with him I'm getting more and more angry and we have absolutely no idea what happens okay so he's laughing at us those are absolutely stupid and we've been dead a long time ago if we figured it out I sort of get something I have to go back there and look at it this blows

I suppose I should look at the lockers there are other sticks people have been in there but they're not going to school there's other stuff in the lockers you know things in your lockers that were not supposed to be there now I'm starting to see something this is what he's saying I had s*** in the lockers and he slam me up against them and he opened them and I do follow something we took his sticks I cannot believe this you didn't know about it he says but he remembers hearing something about that now I follow something those are not just sticks and their nightsticks but now you are here with them nunchucks and they're missing aren't they and yeah they're missing so he would put them back there I do follow that and they want you to take it back to Earth and make it look like they'll stay on Mars so the machine can't study them no I get that too oh

Trump

Olympus

This fans harmonics are bothering his s*** on me and I thought it was Joe oops and you're more or less didn't tell him and he's saying my wife's noise is bothering you and I guess I shouldn't tell her so it's kind of like what it is with Trump he bothers her s*** out of people but this guy says it's like cryogenics nothing all the sudden stuff is nothing in this big word suddenly means something well we've seen people frozen and unfrozen quite a bit and it was at the Life center are you kidding me I have this battle up there and they did pretty good but not good enough so I made a ton of them she did and they're growing absorbing and good shape and juice but really big we are insane with superpowers but a lot more powerful than Dave and his small but really you guys all beat on me and bother me harass me my diet is not good does not oxygen here you see oxygen here you're going to start seeing something you never thought possible well he said those three or four sentences and I believe him he's done things and out here too driving around all the time with his bike most of the time he doesn't wipe out and everyone's trying it says you people all spend really where old and kind of weak when he's needed for stuff but still this blows I got to tell you we have to go up there we already see the scans he wants to know if we were dropped on her head when we're born I got to tell you something else they say that to people because of the brain to develop funny I got to get out of here

Woody harrelson

I kind of get something I'm going to get really rude and gross and probably get killed cuz he says what he did again and again nobody checks he says it's not right he's saying the Max and the clones are down there fighting and you're going to leave this void at least you can leave the foreigners into the battle so I'm going to check it out Okeechobee turtle and it's not a turtle it's gamera so we're going to go down there and check

Mallory

Olympus

[ignisnatione]

I remember just starting out with this hobby. I was scouring the internet, listening to Inuyasha AMV's, you know, as you do, when you're a child with limited access to the internet. That's all I would do. Then, I found this site where people would be writing back and forth with one another. I had no idea what it was at the time. But I wanted to do that. I had to find a way to do that. But I was nervous about it. After all, I'm just some kid watching fucking Inuyasha AMV's, for the most part. So over the next few days I would try and find a place where I COULD WRITE with other people too.

That's all I could think about. I wanted to write. I wanted to write with other people. It was like, finally finding a purpose in life, to me. Not that I would notice this sort of...realization, till much later. But I set my course, this is what I wanted to start doing. I was too nervous about the site I originally found, and I had also lost it after the initial time I'd found it. It was just a bare bones kind of roleplay site, i'm pretty sure. Anyway, so, I searched for this activity and I found it was called roleplaying. Then I searched sites where roleplaying was taking place. Eventually, I had landed on Gaiaonline.

I was excited, but nervous still. Where was I going to start this journey? How? Would anyone even want to write with me? I don't know what I am doing! But I'm learning. That's the most important thing. I'm trying to get into this hobby. I'm trying to understand it. I go to school, thinking about it. I'm getting more interested in books outside of the one's with pictures in them. This is something I REALLY want to do. Then, one day, I get home. I find that a new roleplay group had started, and I figure "Ah well, it's new. It's going to have people in it that might be new to this like me, or at least, maybe new to each other, right?" So I applied with my very first muse. She was an angel with black wings, I know. HAHAHA, very original. But this was the kind of characters that were listed as being part of the story.

So, that's where I first started, I did one reply, no one answered. But that wasn't because I was a bad writer. No. That was because no one was actually writing at all in this roleplay, period. With each other, let alone, at all. So that was my first experience with this hobby. Disappointment. But I had broken the barrier, I wasn't as nervous anymore. I had done it! I did it. I was free. After that, I joined another RP. Here is where some troubles began. Where I first noticed the problems that would later plague Gaiaonline's roleplaying community, pretty much destroying it. The same behavior that now holds it's death grip on this RPC, too. The writing is on the walls. There's no stopping most of many those who are in our community and behaving badly. But we can try and show people how they should be engaging with this hobby we all mutually love. Right? I'd hope so.

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