#are we stretching the boundaries of the believable? yes

[sunsafewriting]

favourable conditions - chapter 3 (4k)

chapter excerpt:

They take their seats, adjacent from one another. Ava radiates the entirely pleased air of one whose plan has been carried out perfectly. 

"A sudden interest in navigation?" Beatrice says.

Ava beams, but makes a last feint at sincerity. "No need to sound so incredulous, Lieutenant. I’m very enthralled with maps. Drawn to them, even." 

Ava’s not nearly as funny as she thinks she is, not when their last meeting was before a merciless sunrise: a dawn that broke and kept breaking, even when Beatrice could’ve begged for the horizon to haul it back, so that she might stay with Ava another moment. 

They’d stood there beside one another, half-dressed, no longer touching but so near that touching was distractingly possible.

"I see." 

"And I’ve been promised that you’re unrivalled as a navigator, which is why I requested you," Ava tells her. "Although as I understand it, you’re unrivalled in all areas." 

Beatrice feels heat pass across the back of her neck — feels even more acutely the way Ava watches her. "I can only promise to teach you as best I can."

"I must confess then that I intend to be a terrible student." 

Confess is hardly the word for it; Ava has nothing of confession in her, no shame or smallness. Instead, she leans forward, lets her gaze track over Beatrice as if she's already begun to study something. 

"I am well aware of your cleverness, Miss Silva," Beatrice replies — almost capable now of adjusting to Ava's forwardness, although not yet capable of responding any less to it. "You will no doubt discover you have as much talent for cartography as you do for everything else."

Ava glows at the compliment. And, not one to permit Beatrice any offering without returning it tenfold, she lets her leg settle against Beatrice's under the table. 

There are layers of skirts and trousers between them, so it's not really so terrible if Beatrice doesn't shift away. 

"My cleverness has got you sitting next to me, has it not?" Ava counters. "I’d say then that I have no further use for it. The faster I learn, the sooner you leave."

Indeed, Ava can be exceedingly obtuse when she dedicates herself to it. She listens as Beatrice walks her through everything, asks insightful questions, nods along, and then insists it has all escaped her, and that they ought to circle back to this later. 

It is also possible that Beatrice is not teaching as well as she might at the barracks; her attention catches on Ava’s furrowed brow, on how her shoulder brushes against Beatrice’s as she adjusts to better see the compass, on how Ava’s chair ends up nearer and nearer to Beatrice’s.

#look.. #i admit this one took a turn #are we stretching the boundaries of the believable? yes #did anyone stop me? no #sunsafewriting #avatrice #ava x beatrice #avatrice fic #avatrice fanfic

[incognit0slut]

Right Kind of Wrong (16)

She never thought she’d be involved in a murder investigation and encounter her one-night-stand again, the awkward guy who isn’t exactly that good in bed—Or is he? Offended by the sentiment, Spencer is determined to prove her wrong… But as he gets tangled with the beautiful stranger, he realizes there is more to her than what meets the eye.

Part Summary: Spencer is faced with a dangerous confrontation. wc: 3.4k

Series Warnings: 18+ explicit content, graphic details of murders, mentions of suicide, mentions of SA

A/n: this part went through so much editing until I was satisfied with it, also, can't believe this is ending soon!!

Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

EVERYTHING FINALLY FELL INTO PLACE. Although it took longer than it normally did to solve a case, Spencer finally gathered every piece of information, every obscure clue, and every small detail he unfortunately missed before to make a clear profile.

Eric Adler—or Henry Wyatt as Garcia discovered through her meticulous sleuthing—was a master of disguise. He had concealed his identity under a different persona, changing his name the moment he packed his bags and left the town he grew up in. Oliver confirmed this discovery when Spencer visited the hospital the following day, once he had regained consciousness.

"Eric... he's a stranger to me," Oliver had said, his voice carrying a tinge of disbelief, a foreign look gleaming in his eyes. "Henry, on the other hand, was one of my closest friends."

"I'm assuming something happened for you to drift apart."

Oliver's gaze shifted. "We grew up in a very tight community. Religion was all we were taught," he began, his voice tinged with defiance and nostalgia. "I guess we became close from our rejection of those traditional values and practices."

Spencer acknowledged his words with a nod. "Your files showed there were a lot of crimes you committed in the past."

"I-I was very rebellious."

"I would say forcing yourself on a young, innocent girl was more than rebellious."

Oliver winced. "Listen, I'm not proud of my past," he confessed, his voice carrying a hint of regret. "But yes, my friends and I grew up doing things that were out of morals."

Spencer studied him. "What happened then?"

"A lot of pointing fingers," he admitted. "Our community leaders eventually found out and threatened us with severe punishment. From the outside, it was simply community service, but from the inside, it involved a lot of restraints and, well, whips."

Silence stretched between them. "It was how they punished the bad," Oliver explained further, his eyes searching Spencer's for comprehension. "They always say it whenever they were going to abuse us; 'The wicked will not go unpunished, but those who are righteous will go free.'"

"Proverbs 11:21," Spencer mumbled under his breath, recognizing the scriptural reference.

A hint of surprise flickered across Oliver's face. "Are you a religious person?"

He shook his head, implying a depth of knowledge that surpassed the boundaries of religious beliefs. "Was that what made you drift apart?"

"Partly, yes," Oliver answered with a sigh. "We didn't admit to it at first, but then under the pressure and the constant threat of punishment, I guess I became weak."

"Did you betray him?"

Oliver acknowledged the truth with a slow nod. "We were both punished, along with the others who were involved, but our leaders always wanted one name whom they could sacrifice, a name who held all responsibility. The initiator of all sins."

"So you put the blame on him," Spencer summarized, understanding the dynamics that had led to the fracture in their friendship.

"It was the only thing I thought of doing to save myself," he confessed. "He became a sacrifice. All the punishment turned onto him until he was cast out of the community. When his family didn't even try to interfere, he eventually left town. Never heard from him ever since."

"And then years later you saw him again."

His shoulders lifted in a nonchalant shrug.

"I didn't even recognize him at first. He had a different name, different hair, different style—he was practically a different person. When I realized who he actually was, I tried to confront him  but he never acknowledged me." He then looked away, the emotion in his gaze concealed. "I just thought he didn't want to be associated with the past anymore."

It explained everything. The revelation about Eric's past and the harsh punishments he had to endure shed light on the motivations behind his actions. It explained why he felt compelled to punish people, as it was the only method deeply ingrained in his brain.

Their shared upbringing, the weight of betrayal, and the scars of their past had shaped his sense of justice, leading him down a dark path of vengeance. And with that new knowledge in mind, Spencer passed on the information he had discovered when he came to work the next day.

Everyone was gathered by the round table, an unusual thing to happen given that they were typically scattered in their assigned tasks, but all of them were present for once. Morgan leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing in contemplation after Spencer finished his thoughts. "So let me get this straight, Eric's vendetta against Oliver is personal. Goes beyond just catching a killer then."

"It's a cycle of betrayal." JJ, standing by the door with crossed arms, agreed aloud. "He attempted to shift the blame onto Oliver, something he also went through in the past."

Spencer nodded as he started to pace around the room. "Psychologically speaking, his actions seem to be rooted in a need for retribution, a manifestation of the punitive measures ingrained in his upbringing."

"So we're dealing with a man who sees himself as a guardian angel dispensing justice, even if it means resorting to extreme measures."

"A guardian angel while simultaneously executing his revenge," Emily mused from the other side, her words laced with a blend of contemplation and concern. "Very personal indeed."

Hotch crossed his arms as he stood by the table, and scrutinized his team with his usual detached and professional expression, devoid of any visible emotions. "We need to understand his patterns," he began. "If we can predict his next move, we might be able to intercept him."

"He clearly has a deep affection towards Y/n." Morgan offered, prompting Spencer to halt his pacing and turn his attention toward him at the mention of her name. "He probably has a list of people who he thinks have hurt her in the past."

Rossi studied everyone in the room, attentively listening to their thoughts. He tapped his finger against the wooden table, directing his focus on Morgan. "We should find out who might be on that list. It could give us insight into his next move."

Hotch agreed with a curt nod. "Morgan, Rossi, work on compiling a list of individuals connected to Y/n. Garcia, cross-reference it with Eric's history. Let's see if we can predict his next move based on the people he might target."

Garcia instinctively rose from her chair and nodded. "Yes, sir," and waltzed out of the room with determined steps, making her way to her office.

The others shifted from their spots, while Morgan, unlike the rest, kept his gaze on Spencer. He observed the frown stretching across his face and pondered whether to voice what he had in mind. He hesitated, acknowledging that Spencer's involvement with their witness wasn't strictly his business. Yet, considering the recent events, he felt compelled to express his thoughts.

"I don't want to be that kind of person to bear bad news, but I think—I think—there's a high chance that pretty boy here could be a target," Morgan declared. Spencer quickly met his gaze.

Everyone else, momentarily suspended in a collective pause, turned their attention toward him. He could feel their penetrating gaze, which started to make him uncomfortable as the seconds ticked by. He didn't want to entertain that possibility, but it made sense. Considering Eric had been with her right after he had hurt her, he could very well be the next target.

JJ, breaking the silence, voiced what lingered in everyone's thoughts as she took a step closer to him. "We should keep you safe then. If you're a potential target, we can't afford to overlook any possibility."

Spencer glanced over at her, noting the concern in her eyes. He sensed a silent plea in the way she looked at him as if she were urging him to agree, to step back and act on what seemed to be the logical thing to do. However, despite that, the gears in his mind were turning. If he was a potential target, it could offer an easy opportunity to get closer to their Unsub.

"No," he said, a conviction in his voice. "You can use me as bait."

The room held its breath as his unexpected proposal hung in the air. The team, still processing the revelation of his potentially being a target, turned their focus to his daring suggestion.

JJ simply stared at him, dumbfounded by the audacity of the idea. "You're crazy."

"No, think about it." He turned towards Hotch, knowing the older man would at least consider his idea. "We can get to him by luring him in."

Hotch held his gaze. The weight of leadership rested on his shoulders as he considered the risky proposition. "Reid, it's too dangerous. We can't—"

"If Eric believes he has a score to settle with me, then let's use that to our advantage. We set up a controlled scenario, anticipate his moves, and ensure we have the upper hand."

Emily looked at him with worry, taking a step forward from the other side of the room. "Reid, it's too risky. We don't know how he'll react, we can't even guarantee your safety."

"Yes, you can. You'll keep an eye on me." His eyes traveled around the room, meeting each one of their concerned gaze. "It's not something we haven't done before; we've used this method to lure an Unsub, and right now, we have no clue where he is. The only way we can draw his attention is by using me."

Hotch's gaze shifted between Spencer and the rest of the team, weighing the potential outcomes of such a high-stakes plan. It was undeniably risky, but Spencer was right. This wouldn't be their first time baiting an Unsub, and given their past success, a part of him believed the outcome would work out according to plan.

After a moment, he slowly nodded. "Alright, but if we proceed with this, we have to ensure everyone's safety." He gave Spencer a pointed look. "Especially yours, Reid."

He quickly nodded as a moment of understanding passed between them. The room suddenly filled with noise, and amidst the bustling movements, he felt a desperate grip on his arm, pulling him away from the group.

"Spence." JJ's grip tightened as she voiced her concern. "You could be putting yourself in danger. What if this goes wrong?"

That was the thing. It was the nature of their job—there would always be different outcomes. There was no certainty about what could transpire. But with nothing else to do, Spencer was growing desperate for more answers, so he held her gaze, determination etched in his eyes.

"If it means stopping him and knowing her whereabouts, I'm willing to take any risk."

It was raining when it happened. It had been pouring for the past few days as they started to plan the operation. The team decided to elevate the stakes by choosing his apartment as the bait location, aiming to create a scenario that would be emotionally charged for Eric, potentially triggering a faster and more decisive response.

They studied Eric's patterns and behaviors, gathering insights into his actions and motivations. Garcia, constantly stationed at her desk, continued to monitor social media, public records, and any other available data to gauge Eric's movements. She had identified potential triggers that might prompt Eric to act, such as media coverage or public discussions related to Y/n.

In addition to electronic surveillance, Morgan and JJ conducted physical surveillance on locations connected to Y/n's past, anticipating that Eric might revisit places with emotional significance. They strategically placed themselves in key positions, ready to observe and intercept any suspicious activity.

And then the clock ticked away, the minutes stretched into an agonizing waiting game, every second pregnant with anticipation. 

Until it finally came to that night.

Everything felt strange. His apartment. The weather. Himself. The rain outside continued its steady rhythm, and Spencer watched the raindrops hit his windowpanes from his couch.

Weeks ago, he sat in the same place where he was now. The only difference was that he was alone. There was no faint smell of chocolate or the sweet melody of laughter. She wasn't here, gracing him with her smile as she nestled on his lap. Her whispers of his name were absent, and the cruel thing was, he didn't even know where she was now. 

He had never felt so much pain before, the ache of not knowing where someone was, all the while having to keep his head up high. It was a facade he learned to put on. Pretending that the hidden cameras strategically placed in his apartment didn't unsettle him, or the discreetly wired microphone, or the inconspicuous headpiece nestled in his ear. He had to act as though the looming potential danger didn't faze him.

But then it finally happened, a sudden shift in the atmosphere permeated the air—like the calm before the storm. And in an instant, Garcia's voice crackled over the communication devices, urgency lacing her words. "I've got movement. Eric's online activity just spiked."

Morgan and Prentiss, stationed discreetly around the apartment complex, receiving the signal, tightened their surveillance. The external cameras around his building captured a figure approaching, shrouded in the shadows of the rainy night. 

Within the confines of his home, his senses heightened. The rain outside intensified. A streak of lighting flashed through the window. A loud sound of thunder echoed in the background. Spencer waited with bated breath, his gaze fixated on the front door. Then, with a creak, it slowly swung open, revealing a silhouette of a figure in the doorway.

Water dripped from his clothes, leaving a trail of wetness as he crossed the threshold. Their eyes briefly locked, and a smile played on Eric's lips as he observed the way Spencer scrutinized him, closing the door behind him.

"Dr. Reid," his sinister tone sliced through the silence, his words dripping with a twisted sense of satisfaction. "I see you've been waiting for me."

Spencer watched him, maintaining a composed exterior despite the tension in the air, and met his gaze with a steely resolve. "And I see you've been busy."

Eric cocked an eyebrow.

"Carving your path of justice one victim at a time."

His expression remained unyielding. Stepping further into the room, Eric left a trail of dirty shoe marks on the floor as his eyes observed the dimly lit apartment. "I'm just doing what needs to be done."

Spencer slowly rose from his seat. "And what is that?"

"Punishing those who have wronged her."

"You're not her savior. You're a vigilante with a distorted sense of righteousness."

"And that's where you're wrong. You don't know the pain she's been through. I'm the only one who can protect her."

Spencer silently watched as he continued to survey his apartment. Eric's eyes swept through all the framed certificates on his wall, his finger delicately tracing the edge of each frame. When he was met with silence, Eric turned back to him, narrowing the distance between them.

"You were always the one she trusted, weren't you?" He shook his head with disdain. "Yet you're the one who hurt her the most."

Aware that each word could either defuse or escalate the situation, Spencer continued to engage him. "I haven't hurt her," he responded carefully. "I've been trying to protect her from someone like you, someone who's lost sight of justice."

Eric let out a scoff. "You think I've lost sight? No, Dr. Reid, I've found clarity. I've seen the darkness that lurks in the hearts of those who pretend to be righteous."

"Your version of justice is a perversion. You've become the monster you claim to fight against."

The room crackled with tension as they held each other's gaze. "Do you even listen to yourself?" Eric retorted, his eyes narrowing with accusation. "You claim to protect her, yet she's left alone in the darkness you couldn't save her from."

The air in the room seemed to thicken as the weight of his words hung between them. His heart quickened its pace while he tried to maintain a calm facade. "Where is she?"

Eric's laughter cut through the air. "You think I'll tell you voluntarily?"

Spencer's gaze remained steady on him. "What do you want?"

The sinister grin on Eric's face revealed a gambit. "You." He took another step closer. "Come with me and I'll take you to her..."

There was definitely a but. It was never that easy, and the way he trailed off his words prompted Spencer to ask, "On what condition?"

He smiled, eyes narrowing as he conveyed a sense of menace while he delivered his proposition.

"Cut off all communication with your team."

Tension lingered around the room like an invisible web, each word contributing to the growing stakes. Eric's laughter, a haunting sound, followed the slightly alarmed look on Spencer's face. 

"You think I didn't know?" he taunted. "Two of your agents are outside this building, and come on, you could've hidden that earpiece better than that." He pointed towards the device. "Your hair might be long, but it's not that long."

Eric then picked up a framed picture sitting on his shelf. It was a photo of him and his team casually smiling to the camera. He remembered that day, it was one of the many times they visited Rossi's house for dinner, and Garcia decided it was the perfect time to capture the moment. To preserve the happy times, she had said, and true to her words, he was happy that day.

His mind suddenly raced, considering the options and potential consequences of complying with his demand. He finally responded. "What if I refuse?"

"Then you'll never find her," Eric retorted, looking back at him. "It's a simple choice. Sacrifice your precious communication or lose her forever."

He wanted him to step into his trap willingly. It was a cruel choice, and it seemed he wasn't the only one who agreed. As Eric's demand hung in the air, the team's voices crackled urgently through his earpiece. Panic and concern infused their words as they frantically implored him to reconsider.

"Spence, step back!"

"Reid, don't do it."

"Stand down, Reid. We're coming through."

The chorus of concerned voices reverberated in his earpiece, each team member contributing to their worry. Despite the chaos of emotions echoing through the line, Spencer remained outwardly composed, his mind working swiftly to navigate the dangerous situation.

"Don't—" he urged, his gaze piercing on Eric while his voice pointed towards his team. "Stay where you are."

Eric watched him with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Seems like your team is in quite a frenzy there. Are you really willing to risk her safety for their voices in your ear?" He continued with a sinister grin, reveling the chaos he had stirred. "Strip away your lifeline, Spencer. The battle is between you and me."

Spencer stood there, calculating his next move. He weighed the possible outcomes of his choices and realized that nothing good would come from either of them. Eric, observing his contemplation, smirked with a twisted satisfaction.

"Come on, Dr. Reid, time is ticking." He tapped the watch around his wrist. "Make up your mind."

Spencer inhaled a sharp breath. Eric was right, there was no time to waste. The more he contemplated his answer, the more danger she was in. He needed her safe. He needed to see her. He needed to know where she was. And there was only one way to find out.

At the other end of the line, Garcia, stationed at her desk, watched Spencer through the screen with a growing sense of urgency. His gaze slowly swept over the room, and she could sense the critical decision looming. Her heart raced as his eyes fell on one of the hidden cameras.

"He's onto us," she muttered to herself, her fingers flying over the keyboard. She tried to maintain the connection as he walked over to the device and unplugged it.

Garcia cursed under her breath. "No—" She pressed on her intercom, her voice tinged with frustration. "I'm losing him."

One by one, the video feeds from the hidden cameras in his apartment turned black. The loss of visual contact with each camera felt like a punch to the gut. Her frustration mounted as the screens blinked out, leaving her staring at a grid of darkness.

"No, no, no," she muttered, fingers dancing over the keyboard in a desperate attempt to reestablish connection. But there was nothing else she could do.

The earpieces crackled with an ominous quiet before a sudden crash echoed through, the sharp sound of impact reverberating. A groan. A thud. A grunt. The team exchanged alarmed glances in their respective locations as the audio crackled with static, and their heart raced at the uncertainty hanging in the air.

Then, abruptly, there was nothing else but silence.

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[zahri-melitor]

Okay.

I am being super, ultra cautious about how I'm wording this, but am going out on a limb here.

As someone who literally helped to care for her much younger brother (I had solo custody of him one night per week during his teens, I fed him, supervised homework, did his laundry, got him ready for school, made his lunches, all that jazz) I am just slightly familiar with what it's like to step in to be a guardian for a younger relative.

I'm reading Reborn. I'm reading basically all of Dick and Damian's appearances. I'm...not seeing a parent-child relationship here. I see mentoring and supervision, yes. I appreciated the "I was trying to have a night off" moment in Streets of Gotham. But a lot of this is just big brothering or vigilante mentor stuff.

I fully, 100% believe Dick and Damian bonded during their period together. I also believe they had a little family unit going on between Alfred, Dick and Damian. I respect people reading whatever interpretation they want to read of this material.

But from what I see on the paper? I think calling it parental is a stretch. Damian's in kincare, folks. On paper? Damian's physical needs are being provided by Alfred, his vigilante mentoring is being provided by Dick, as far as I can tell he's not even in education, and we get precious few insights into what's happening during daylight hours. (Especially, ESPECIALLY as I really have not seen Damian receive, well, boundaries outside of the field. Or consequences for his actions. Or...really, any active parenting)

Dick's looking after Damian, sure. But he's not Damian's parent.

And that's perfectly ok, not everything has to be reduced to a simple traditional nuclear family ideal.

#z canon read throughs #Also notably when something serious DOES happen to Damian - the spinal injury - Talia sweeps in and takes over medical care as parent #(yes she had an ulterior motive but she also got to make the call on that occasion) #if there is stuff later on in nu!52 where Dick is actively parenting I'm happy to be corrected! #But as someone who has lived the dynamic I don't see the parental thing #Was Dick parenting Tim during Prodigal? I do not think so #and I saw Dick doing way more homey stuff with Tim there (the laundry! the sweeping! the cooking of food! the worrying over his injuries!) #batman reborn

[captain-mj]

Would you be interested in writing about Simon being hit by a love potion / chemical that makes him not inhibited and he is so openly in love and affectionate with Johnny and Johnny doesn’t believe it and of course he has feelings for Ghost but Ghost is clearly compromised (his feelings are real) by the chemical and Soap doesn’t want to take advantage of him? 😩😩😩

Oh? Someone being afraid of taking advantage of someone and being overly respectful of their boundaries? I love it thank you

Soap watched the dart slam into Ghost. It was from some sort of sniper rifle clearly, even though it was clearly just a dart.

He panicked, of course, expecting it to be poisoned.

Price went after the person while Soap tried to see if Ghost was going to drop dead.

Ghost did not drop dead, of course. He hummed instead.

"How do you feel?" Soap had forced him to the ground, a little surprised that he had been able to do that.

"You're gorgeous." Ghost said softly, staring up at him. His eyes were a bit wider and softer, the perfect puppy dog eyes.

Soap paused and stared at him. "What?"

"You're gorgeous." Ghost repeated. "I love your eyes. They're so blue." He sounded wistful.

"Uh... Maybe... don't talk..."

Ghost continued staring up at him with his puppy dog eyes. They were... so big and so soft and Soap had to look away before he did something they'd both regret later.

Clearly, they had dosed him with an aphrodisiac of some kind. While yes, Ghost may not be showing the typical symptoms, it made the most sense. If he felt very turned on, he may act flirty.

"Do you feel hot?"

"My face does but I think that's because I'm blushing."

"Why are you blushing?" Okay, that was helpful. If he had a flush that imply fever and he was sure the medics would

"I always blush around you." Ghost interrupted his thoughts.

"I said don't talk."

"You asked a question." Ghost protested and moved, spreading his legs and stretching a bit. Soap looked away immediately, a habit he had a feeling would be forming.

Price came over the comms, telling him he had the guy. He hadn't killed him, but before Soap could even protest, he answered the unspoken question. "We need him alive so he can tell us what he gave Ghost."

Soap grumbled, but conceded. He glanced at Ghost to see him looking straight at him, almost hungrily. Desperate for Soap's attention.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"So I can't talk or look at you?"

"Exactly."

"I'm your lieutenant, shouldn't I be giving you orders?" Ghost said softly, head tilting back. "I feel so hot."

Soap looked at him, worry for his health fighting with worry of doing something... untoward to him. To Simon. He had read Ghost's files. Knew that there was things that happened to him in the past if Soap ever.... ever was looped in with those things. Those people.

Fuck Ghost's forgiveness, Soap would never forgive himself.

"Let's walk to evac and you can get out of your gear."

Ghost looked up at him, head no longer tilting but instead lolling back. He straightened before Soap could ask and he stood up. Soap went to walk beside him but Ghost grabbed him, leaning weight on to him. It made Soap's heart skitter in his chest. His nerves were bad. Too bad. He couldn't...

"Let's get your feet under you, Simon." Soap stood up a bit straighter and tried to help him. Ghost stumbled but managed. "What are you feeling?"

"Dizzy. Lightheaded. Butterflies."

"Butterflies?" Soap frowned and looked up. Their eyes met and they were so close. Ghost's were half closed but stared into him.

"In my stomach. I feel like a little kid. You remind me of the football player at my high school."

Soap couldn't get a word out.

"I lost my virginity to that guy. He was awful in bed. I bet you'd be better." Ghost leaned forward as if to kiss him.

Soap quickly turned his head and hurried them along, ignoring that Ghost's feet stumbled.

He needed to get him to Price.

What if Ghost acted like this with Price?

What if he acted like this with everyone??

Price, himself and Gaz would never judge Ghost for what happened while he was drugged, but if he acted this way in front of the others, Soap wasn't sure they wouldn't. Ghost may not be quite scary enough to ward that off.

They got to evac and Price joined them. Ghost looked at him and just... nodded before moving to look at Soap again.

Thank God.

"You okay, son?"

"I'm fine." Ghost leaned into Soap, arm going around him. He pulled him closer and Soap winced. "My gear."

"You can take it off now. Doubt you'll need it in the air."

"Help me take it off?"

Price wheezed. "Yeah, you can handle that Soap." He started to walk away.

"Wait! Captain! Captain!" Soap whispered desperately but Price was already gone. "Alright... let me help you." He turned around and started to gently unbuckle Ghost's tac vest and slid it off him.

Ghost let out a sigh of relief as the weight left him. He stretched and then took off his helmet, relaxing into Soap again.

Soap couldn't do this! Ghost wasn't in his right mind! He tried to gently push him away and Ghost adjusted, nuzzling into his neck. The cold feeling of his mask pressed right against him.

"Simon, come on."

"You smell nice. Do you wear cologne?" Ghost took a deep breath, hands on Soap's hip to keep him close.

"No." Soap wheezed, looking away.

"You're gorgeous, Johnny. Has anyone told you that recently?"

"Yes. You. Ten minutes ago."

"..........well you deserved to hear it again." Ghost nuzzled into him. "You're warm too. So warm."

"Weren't you just complaining about being hot?" Soap finally managed to get some space between them.

Ghost looked at him and Soap swore his pupils were in the shape of hearts. "Feels okay when it's you."

Our father who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name.

Soap felt so flustered. "Simon. You're not..."

"I've loved you so long."

THY KINGDOM COME

"Ghost, you're not in your right mind."

"I just didn't know how to tell you. I didn't think you'd like me back."

Oh dear God.

Soap put his hand over his mouth. "You... You don't mean that. This... poison will wear off and I won't bring this up, okay? I don't..."

Ghost watched him before moving Soap's hand away and slipped off his mask. He leaned forward and kissed him and Soap froze.

How many times had he thought of kissing Ghost?

Ghost tasted like smoke. Not cigarette smoke or the smoke from explosions. Smoke from campfires. Something sweet underneath it. Soap didn't kiss back. He couldn't.

Ghost pulled back, so soft. Unbearably soft. Soap let himself look at him. Scarred and broken, but still Ghost.

"Johnny."

Soap swallowed. "Simon."

"Do you not love me back?" Simon's giant doe like eyes staring at him. Staring into him.

"You're not... I can't... Listen, what if we talk when you come down?"

Ghost shook his head slowly but he moved closer. He put his head on Soap's shoulder and wrapped his arms around him. Soap slowly hugged him back and patted his back.

Ghost ended up falling asleep which was very unusual and Soap made sure to slip his mask back on him.

Price helped Soap get him to medical and they quickly checked his vitals. Next, they put him on an iv just in case.

Soap stayed with him. He couldn't let him be in the hospital alone.

Ghost just... kept staring at him. Giant eyes.

They ended up holding hands. Ghost looked very happy about it. Soap felt flustered.

It was a gradual change. Ghost straightened a bit more. He fixed his mask. He grew agitated and complained about being in the hospital.

Their hands stayed linked.

"Fucking embarrassing." Ghost mumbled.

Soap laughed.

"Meant it though."

Soap stopped laughing. "What?"

"I do love you. Johnny MacTavish."

"You're probably still..."

They made eye contact.

"Oh..."

Ghost blinked at him slowly.

"I love you too Simon Riley."

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #simon riley

[that-one-anxious-mango]

You + Me = US (3) : The Finale.

Summary: In the conclusion of Y+M = US, you awake and finally have a long overdue conversation with Austin, who makes a confession nn of his own.

Contents: Angst if you squint. Crying. Good Ole' hurt and comfort. Major Fluff. A happy ending as promised :) Allusions to childhood trauma.

A/N: Hello Beautiful Humans! I hope you are all well! This is infact the last installment of Y+M=US! Thank you so much for all the love, support, and interaction. It means the world to me that you all enjoy it! Now as some have voted a discussion board about this piece of the Days of Our Love Series is posted along with some guidelines. Thanks for reading!

Much love *hugs*

Arie

P.S Feel free to comment , reblog, or send me a letter :)

Taglist: @wacoshuffle, @purejasmine, @louisejoy86

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It'd a total of eight hours since you'd been admitted to the hospital, and it had been eight hours of you sleeping the day away.

By now it was almost eight thirty in the evening and Austin was still in his same spot in the hospital church across from your bed, only now he too was sleeping.

In time everyone had came and laid eyes on you and left letting Austin know that if there were any changes or he needed anything, not to hesitate to call them.

But what he truly needed was for you to wake up.

Coming in the room to check on you the nurse made her rounds taking your vitals and such.

Just as she was about to leave the room she looked over to Austin.

She knew that the poor man hadn't left this room much besides stepping in the hall to speak to people. And she figured that somebody has to nudge him to eat something and go for a little walk to get some air.

The nurse smiling walked over to Austin.

" Mr. Butler..." She gently shook him, " Mr. Butler." She tried again successful this time.

Opening his eyes he slowly sat up fully in the chair before becoming alert when he noticed that it was the nurse before him.

" Excuse me. I'm sorry. Didn't mean to nod off. Is everything alright. Is my wife, okay." He questioned eyes darting between her and you, who was still sleeping in your same position.

Still smiling she says, " Oh yes. Mr. Butler everything is quite good. Her vitals are already starting to improve and the baby is doing great." She informed the frazzled man. " No need to worry."

He nodded, "Oh." He sighed, " Good. That's amazing."

" Yes it is. I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you. But I know that you've been so dutiful sitting here beside your wife all this time...but and hopefully you won't believe I'm overstepping my boundary, I believe that now may be a good time to go downstairs to the cafeteria and maybe get yourself a bite to eat. " She suggested hoping he wouldn't take offense. " It'll be good to stretch your legs and shake it off. Keep your strength up. We can only help our loved ones get better if we're making sure we still feel good also." She finished.

Austin looked at her taking in what she had said while glancing to you. He wouldn't lie to himself and say that he hadn't gotten a bit stiff and his stomach feel like it was touching his back a bit. And still though, he felt like all those feeling fell to the wayside because of how strong his urge to be near you was.

What was he gonna do if he left and something happened while he wasn't here.

What if you woke up and he wasn't here so you thought he'd just left you.

What if.

It was the same two word combination Austin always encouraged you to try and rid from your vocabulary because of how anxious they made you.

And look at him now being a hypocrite.

Sighing he said, " While that sounds good. What if.." He cringes, " If something happens and I'm not here." He questioned.

Understanding his concern the nurse said, " I know. But I assure you that myself and two other nurses are about ten feet away at the nurses station and will be at her bedside in a second if anything transpires. " She affirmed motioning out through the glass.

Deciding that he did in-fact need to care for himself too he exhaled, " Okay..then. I guess I'll go and grab something. I can bring it up back here, right? " He asked.

She nodded, " Of course that's no problem, Mr. Butler."

Offering the nurse a small smile Austin then got up stretching with a quiet yawn. Walking over to you he ran his hand against the top of your head to lean down and kiss your forehead. " I'll be back baby." He whispered reaching down to grab your hand and rub it before exiting the room along with a nurse that was all smiles.

--

After about thirty minutes of going down to the cafeteria and having himself a little walk outside to get some air while having a quick phone convo with Ashley T.

Austin had returned with a nice apple chicken walnut salad and lemonade in tow.

When he walked in he glanced at you before going over to the chair to sit down and eat with a sigh.

But unbeknownst to him, you were awake.

You'd actually woken up around thirty minutes ago when you'd felt something touch your hand. When you opened your eyes for the first time and noticed you were alone, you had closed them again. Not sleep, but just resting.

He hadn't gotten two bites into the salad before he was slightly startled by your somewhat hoarse voice, " Well is it good? " You joked.

Immediately dropping what he was doing, in a flash he was kneeled down at your bedside.

" Hi baby. How you feeling? " Austin asked silently hitting the bottom overhead the page the nurse.

He couldn't hide the soft smile that graced his face as he thanked God that you were awake and okay.

" A little funny..but good. " You blinked looking around.

He watched as you tried to slowly sit up but he quickly stopped you, " Whoa, baby.. Hey..take it easy. It's okay just relax." He kneeled down next you running a hand against your head. 

Soon the nurse came in who quickly assessed you and let you know that everything was stable and the baby was healthy. 

At the mention of the baby you felt your face drain with color at the remembrance that Austin was in-fact in the room, and he knew now. Awkwardly you avoided looking at him until she left you again just before informing you two that the doctor had been whisked away to do a emergency induction but would be by to check on you and your status as soon as she could. 

Once it was just the two of you, you started to ask more in-depth questions about what happened.

" So I just all of a sudden passed out? " You broke the lingering silence looking toward your fiancée as you recalled the information just given to you by the nurse.

With a sincere look he responded, " Yes. You were out with Alana and Avery at Lunch. They say you got up to use the bathroom, complained about being dizzy and the next thing they know you passed out and hit the floor. Thank god you didn't hit your head or fall the right way on something else..because babe this could have been way worse than some exhaustion and minor bruising." Austin stated shuddering a little at the possible thought of you having been seriously injured.

" Oh my gosh." You whispered trying to piece the afternoon back together the best you could. But every time you got to the part about lunch things did get a bit fuzzy.

You remember being there, you remember little pieces of conversation, and you could remember seeing the family and the feeling you got...but after that it went..well blank.

" Oh my gosh is right. " He parroted grabbing your ringed hand in his to kiss it and draw your attention back to his serious demeanor, " Do you know how big of a scare you gave me today. Huh, baby? Do you know the thoughts that ran through my head when I got a call from your sister all the way in Texas telling me that the love of my life was unconscious and being rushed to the hospital." He vented having a sense of worry attached to his voice.

You felt terrible. 

" Grace knows..." You started.

" Yeah, she does. I've been on the phone with her on and off most of the day. She's trying to figure out some time next week she can move around the come and see you. Says she just wants to lay eyes on you herself." He informed. 

Nodding since you knew that sounded like your sister, your mind then wandered to your friends, " Right...Does everyone else know? Did someone call Bea, Phoebs, Lana, Lexie? " You listed your girls. 

Oh they know all alright  He thought gritting his teeth a little. Part of him wishes he could go into full detail about everything that had transpired today. But he ultimately knew this wasn't the time nor the place to bring such things up when you were still in a semi-delicate state like this. 

So instead he went, " Yeah they know. They've been here and gone. Stayed awhile too all of em'. Even Santiago and Sprite were here. I told them I'd give them a update on you...and the baby.. whenever you were awake."

At the mentioned of the baby, you could sense the anxious energy radiating off of Austin that you too shared. You knew he'd had to be dying to ask you so many questions, but for your sake was suppressing those feelings to give you some peace of mind.

His hand shot out to cup and caress your face while turning it so he could get a good look at you.

You carefully leaned into his touch as your eyes watered thinking about all the grief and stress you'd caused this man by the actions you'd made. You felt terrible that you'd kept this from him but at the time your mind had been convinced that it was something to hide.

" Mama.." He started, " Why didn't you tell me? " He questioned. His eyes were pouring into yours now in search of something beyond a simple answer.

" I would've been there for you. I wanted to be there for you." He confessed.

You felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest. The look at his face was so pure and beamed of dedication.

You could tell that he was largely hurt that you had kept this from him by the gaze of his eyes. 

" I wanted to but I was scared.." You meekly answered letting tears begin to race down your face. This was it. Your breaking point.

You couldn't hold it in anymore.

“ A-and I-m so-so." You choked out not being able to completely get the words out that were being disrupted by the sobs that came from hoarse throat.

" Shhh. It's alright honey.  I know It's okay. I got you."

Cooing at you Austin gently got up from his kneeling position to come around to your bedside and gently shift you over so he could climb in beside you and wrap you in his arms while draping the blanket over you both. Placing a tender kiss to your forehead, Austin continued holding on in efforts to calm you. He was careful to wait to feel your body relax some and breathing slow before he decided to begin softly speaking,

 " Now, Y/N I need to be honest with me and know that whatever your choice I support you. But do you wanna have this baby?" Austin bit the bullet and asked holding his breath.

Truth be told he was in love with the idea of you carrying his child, but nonetheless he was in love with you more.

So, he'd support whatever decision you wanted to make, even if it might hurt.

Sitting quiet for a moment while thinking back to all the negative things that had swirled around in your head for the last three weeks.

All the doubts and stress. Worries about how a baby would affect yours and Austin's life, worries about how'd you be as a parent, and overall worries about the experience period. 

You almost felt like you shouldn’t be doing this.

But, when you thought back to the little family at the tea shop earlier and how happy they were, and the vision you had of being even happier with Austin and your baby that way.

All the doubts, stress, and worry while still being there felt small...they felt conquerable. 

And that realization is what mustered you have the measly courage to be able to say , " Y-yes I do. I really do actually."

At the moment Austin could feel his chest fill with air again and this invisible anchor pulling his heart to the floor release.  

That was it, you were having his baby...and he couldn't be happier. 

Even, still considering that the choice affected him just as much, you quickly followed up with a question of your own, " But do you wanna have this baby? I mean I know I want to...but at the end of the day this is about both of us." You posed.

You knew Austin was finally getting the recognition for his career he deserved and he was absolutely smacked with so many projects and things. So, you didn't want this to be something that held him back or messed up the plans you'd made together. You'd talked about kids possibly sure, but those musings definitely were imagined further down the line.   

Without the slightest hesitation he answered, " Baby...I never wanted something more than to have this baby with you. " He affirmed touching his forehead with yours. " It'd be the greatest honor and joy of my life besides when I become your husband. And that's something you can count on." He declared.

You didn't hide the grin that took over your face at his assertion. 

" You mean it? " You asked knowing you shouldn't have but you couldn't help it.

You knew he was rolling his eyes, " Again for the thousandth time, woman. You know I wouldn't lie to you. Of course I mean it! With everything I am.

" Well good. I only ask because I know that your finally starting to get good projects that your invested in and you have career plans and I-" You began to ramble but he stopped you mid way

" Hey look at me. Look me right in my eyes when I say, " He began positioning so that your faces were only inches away from each other and the eye contact was undeniable, " You are pregnant with our baby. OUR BABY, honey. There will never...and I mean never ever ever ever," He emphasized " Be anything more important than you two! " He moved to rub at your stomach. 

There wasn't much to see really to the blind eye. But to Austin now since he was finally close enough to see and more importantly feel you, he noticed the slight change around your tummy and it made his heart swell. 

" I know you're scared and I understand that it's a scary journey for anyone. But I need you to know there is no one in the world I'd rather want to do this with. To carry our baby and raise them to be just as sharp, kind, and beautiful as their mama. You aren't going to be anything like your mother, you hear me? Because I know that fear is hurdling through you. " Austin held your chin making sure you looked just at him, " You are going to be an amazing mother because you're a amazing human being, babe. And I'll be here everyday God willing to remind you of that." 

" So, all the things I've said I need you to get that through our your pretty little head. My babies are my priority and you're going to be a phenomenal mother to our child. You got that? " He questioned needing to make sure he was making himself completely clear.

Body swirling with joy and to your surprise excitement all you could do was truthfully nod. 

On cue you felt a soft pinch administered to your thigh, " Y/N...Don't let this new pregnancy brain get you in trouble. Act like you still know what's what. " Austin warned with you knowing that even though he couldn't administer a punishment right now due to your condition right now, he would tuck the reminder in his pocket to bring out later. 

Shallowing a breath while squirming a little under his touch you replied, " Yes I got it, daddy." 

Smiling he tapped your thigh, " Good. Now give me some sugar before I get up to go and get you and our baby something to eat." He directed.

Not hesitating at his request you leaned in to place a kiss on your mans lips that almost took your breath away when you felt it become needier and needier at the way you both gently grabbed at each other and moved closer wanting to make up for the time lost that you could've been wrapped up with each other.

Quickly Austin had to remember that you were on the mend and needed to take it easy, so he pulled away making you huff and whine at the ghostly feeling of your lips not being on his. He just smiled at you pecking your cheek once more then whispering, " I love you. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N and soon to be baby butler." He added and you giggled, " Forever, always, and beyond." 

Grabbing his hand to interlock with your, " And we love you Austin Robert Butler..soon to be papa butler. Forever, always and beyond." 

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It was around midnight now and you'd long eaten the food brought in for you. Now the two of you were back together laid up in the hospital bed. One of his hands resting on your stomach while the other was interlocked with yours as you played with his fingers.

Your head was comfortably on his chest, and his on top of your head. 

You were just about to allow yourself to go back to sleep when you felt his head leave yours and reposition so he was able to stare at your face.

Opening your eyes, you playfully frowned as you looked at Austin who all of a sudden was looking back at you with a rather large cheshire cat smile like he'd had the most wonderful thought.

" What? " You yawned. " What is it, my sweet baboo? " You tiredly continued.

He still just stared until his casually spoke, " Marry me." He said taking your face into his palm. 

You giggled sleepily, " What? "

" You heard me. Marry me? " He repeated leaning in to place a soft kiss to your lips.

When he pulled back you blushed, " I'm sorry Mr. Butler but I'm pretty sure we've been over this bit before dont'cha think? " You flashed you're ringed finger to him.

He laughed, " Of course I remember one of the best days of my life. But ztill, I want us to get married. " He said. 

Still looking at him funny you went," Aus, we are getting married what are y-"                                          

" No, honey. I mean as soon as you feel better and get back into the swing of things. I want us to get married, I don- no I can't wait any longer." He expressed rubbing your ringed hand in his.

Taken a back you blinked a little in disbelief, " B- I- Austin what about all the wedding plans we'd started with Beatrice, honey. I mean when I brought eloping up you didn't want to hear really. In fact I remember you insisting we waited." You reminded him of his apprehension to the idea when you brought it up.

Your man was nothing if not traditional in many aspects when it came to your relationship, so it was no surprise to you when he gently shot down the idea and wanted to go ahead with the  'normal pace of things'.

" Yeah that was before when I thought I could be more patient and withstand the months that go into the planning and all to give you the traditional wedding you deserve. But I can't...I need you to be my wife as soon as humanly possible, mama. " He declares. " We can still have the ceremony and everything else as planned." He assured kissing your cheek. " But the sooner your wagon is hitched to mine...the better." He sighed rubbing your shoulder.

Still puzzled your mind allowed itself to wander.

" Austin..is there something in particular that made you all of sudden want to do this...like did something happen?" You mused wondering what could have prompted this idea. 

Putting his mouth in a line Austin was tempted to tell you the truth that besides the fact he was in love with you and wanted spend the rest of his days beside you, he also wanted to marry you not only because he detested the fact that today he had jump through hoops to be granted all types of permission for things pertaining to you from other people and as your husband he would be direct next of kin in all situations, but he also couldn't lie and say that Alana words didn't ring around in his head.

He's the fiancée.

Thinking back to the whole situation he could feel himself begin to get upset and he knew that you would pick up on his slightest change in his attitude. So he instead mentally took a beat.

He figured that eventually this would be a conversation later after you were home and well.

" Just..I want you to be my wife and I don't ever want anyone to be able to say different going forward." He stated. " And that's that."

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you were about to question his mutli layered statement but he stopped you by placing a kiss to your lips.

" Dont....just don't." He quietly whispered rubbing your shoulder.

Searching his face yourself you could tell by the way he tensed and the glossed over look in his eyes that silently told you that he wasn't ready to go where ever the two of you needed to go...you did just need to to leave it alone...for now.

So, instead of prying you smiled , " Alright, fine Mr. Man...when are we going to the courthouse, then." You teased going to hold his face in your hands.

Smiling back so hard you'd think his cheek bones would crack, he leaned in to place a hardy kiss to lips. When he pulled back he spoke in a accent that was all too familiar to you, " You mean when are we going Viva Las Vegas, baby." 

#austin butler imagine #austin butler x black reader #austin butler fanfic #austin butler x reader #daysourlove #themangowrites #austin butler

[babybulbasaur920]

Incoming rant. Ok so I was talking to a friend at school about some old interests. I used to be into Miraculous, but haven't for a while now due to the cringe of it all. I'm not getting into it right now, I'll elaborate below, but just saying we can agree Marinette's actions where Adrrien is concerned is not cute, at all. So my friend asked me about a character I do like.

Rook Hunt.

She doesn't play Twisted Wonderland but I've told her enough about it that she gets the point. And her inquiry was, why do i dislike Marinette for her creepy behavior, but laugh about it when Rook does similar behavior? Now, granted i didn't really think of it like that, and it is a fair question, and i did have to think about it but here are some reasons why Rook is less creepy than Marinette

Consent. No one really likes Rook doing his thing, but they don't seem to care much either. Vil likes it enough, Neige loves the love, in cht, 5 he seems to be on good terms with Rook, and the non-human students at school seem indifferent to slightly irritated. If they really were not cool with Rook it would be open season on one french man. On the other hand, Adrien has no clue about Marinette´s behavior, going by the Troublemaker episode it appears she has managed to keep the creepy shit a secret, seeing Adriens reaction to all the pictures in her room. She somehow manages to spin it as part of her love of fashion which he believes. Rook at least is honest about what he does

Isolation. Rook has a life outside of what he does, yes he's a creep but it's not his whole personality. He has classes, science club, dance and singing lessons, because it's Pomefiore. Meanwhile Marinette- honestly her whole personality is being obsessed with Adrien, or Ladybug stuff

Possessive. Rook loves talking up Vil or Leona or whoever to whoever. He loves beauty and sharing it with the world. On the other hand we´ve seen how Marinette acts with who she sees as competition. Stalking Lila to the park, although she was right, her reaction was so overblown, and she's portrayed as so righteous and smart for not believing Lila when she totally fell for it too, until she heard the thing about Ladybug. Or teaming up with Chloe of all people to embarrass Kagami in front of Adrien, which looking back was creepier than I remembered. She wasn't dating him or anything, why does she feel so entitled- 

I'm not getting into that right now.

My point on this point being, Marinette wants Adrien all to herself and if you infringe on what she feels is her territory, she´ll get revenge. Now Rook loves Vil, not platonically or romantic but some secret third thing, and wants everyone to bask in him. He would never begrudge someone for getting close to the roi de poison. He is less possessive of his life partner, than Marientte is of some guy

Portrayal. Rook has flaws! Rook has flaws! Rook has flaws! It's commented that his behavior is creepy and invasive. Yes it's played for laughs but the reactions of irritation and anger from his victims is realistic. Assuming Adrien even knows the entirety of everything Marinette has done, she´ll be totally forgiven if she bats her eyes and looks sad, and even that's a stretch. Adrien will never be mad at the many invasions of privacy (and if he did, the fandom would lynch him for ¨being mean¨ to their precious princess). There's something to be said here for Gabriels micromanagement of Adrien making him believe a lack of boundaries is normal but i'll let somehow more knowledgeable on such topics handle that

That's all I can think of off the top of my head. I'm sure the comments will be a hellscape. But just know, if this made you mad, idc

#disney twst #rook hunt #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug #miraculous salt #marinette salt

[candied-boys]

Catboy Charles x F! Reader - Part 7

Tags: A very needy Charles has some "self-care time" *ahem*

Part 6

It's hard to believe this all isn't some kind of hallucination or crack dream, but as the days stretch into weeks you stop questioning how your cat turned into a very pretty boy. There are far more pressing issues to focus on anyway, like finding a better job so you can feed two mouths and pay the rent.

Fortunately, and unfortunately, Charles is determined to be helpful. Yet because he doesn't know how to do much on his own, it means you have to teach him everything first even if it would be much faster for you to do yourself. The first time you said that though, he sulked the whole morning and then took to begging the day after.

“Please, please, please, please, ma maîtresse. Let me do the dishes. I want to help. I love you so much. Please let me show you. I promise I'll be good! I promise I won't break another glass! Je vous en prie, ma maîtresse!!”

Somewhere between annoyed, exhausted, and charmed, you gave in. It was all downhill from there. He wouldn't take no for an answer after that. So, for the last two weeks, he's been cleaning the house as best he can, doing the laundry, and watching the cooking channel all day in the hopes that one day you'll let him take care of you.

If you were more honest with yourself, you would have to admit that it's been nice to have someone to come home to, someone to ask how your day went and give you a big hug the moment you step over the threshold. It would be a little nicer if it didn't give you feelings so complicated that you end up with a headache though.

He's so affectionate and adoring, but he also has no sense of typical social boundaries, or any boundaries at all really.

“Charles, I've told you before that you can’t just walk around the house naked!!” you squeak as he gives you a big hug the moment you walk through the door.

“Why not?” he pouts and takes your bag for you.

“You have to wear clothes!!”

Helping you take off your jacket he says the same thing as he always does when you scold him. “I don’t like them. They’re uncomfortable.”

“Yes, but you just have to wear them! That's just how it is.”

Following you the two steps from the door to kitchen he counters, “You know you don’t like them either. You always used to sleep without them…”

“That…” you stutter and clamp your eyes shut. “Is different… and that was before you turned into a… man…”

“Why is it different and what does it have to do with me?” He's frowning when you look over your shoulder at him.

Putting your head down on the kitchen counter you try to explain again, “You can’t just walk around naked in front of other people, Charles! That’s why I wear clothes and that’s why you have to wear clothes too!”

“I promise I’ll wear the clothes you bought me when we go out. There are no other people here. Why do I have to wear them?” His voice is coloured, not with its usual saccharine dejection, but with a new frustration.

“Because it’s embarrassing to see you naked!! That’s why!!” you snap and whip around to glare at his enchanting blue eyes.

“Why? You know what I look like. I’m just not fluffy anymore. I’m not embarrassed to see you without clothing. We’ve slept side by side without clothes every night for more than a year. Why do we need to cover up now?”

“Oh my god… Because… I couldn’t see that before,” you smack your forehead and point between his legs.

“Huh? Yes, you could. I didn’t wear pants as a cat. What are you talking about?”

“That was completely different!!! I never looked at it, and it wasn’t staring me in the face like it is now!!”

“Stare? It can’t stare. You’re the one staring,” he argues.

Voice rising an octave you squeak, “Yes!! Exactly!! And I don’t want to!! So put it away!!”

Crossing his elegant arms, he refuses to listen to you for the first time. “Just don’t look then. I don’t wanna wear clothes.”

“I can’t not look!! That’s why it’s embarrassing!!” you admit and bury your face in your hands.

“What do you mean you can’t not look? If you weren’t interested, you… wouldn’t… Oh?”

“Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. That is NOT the problem here, Charles!!!” you deny adamantly.

“Well, now it’s a problem for me. What am I supposed to do with this thing anyway? I can’t lick it anymore… It's been two whole weeks! Ma maîtresse…” he whines and clings to your arm in a plea for help.

You can feel the headache settling in. “No, Charles. You can work that one out yourself.”

“I tried, but I can't reach anymore…” he admits sheepishly and pokes his already hard length.

Knuckles to your temple, you take a big breath and remind yourself it's not his fault he needs to be cared for. He trails behind you as you motion for him to follow you to your bedroom.

“Sit,” you instruct before you rummage through your drawers for the lube you keep stashed there with your toys.

“Here, put out your palm.” He obeys and you squeeze a decent amount on his hand, then place a box of tissue by his side. “Use your hand instead of your mouth or whatever you did before. Just clean up when you're done.”

Not wanting to be quizzed any further for directions or demonstrations you bolt out of the room and shut the door. After just having arrived home from work you already feel a little frazzled, so you take a seat upside down on the couch and stare at the ceiling.

These days your mind is overloaded with to-do lists as long as a roll of toilet paper, yet whenever you get a moment alone you inevitably end up thinking about the same thing - where do you go from here? There are a few scenarios that play like reruns in your mind, so familiar you hardly think consciously about the details anymore.

If he stays human forever, you can look after him so long as he doesn't get sick, but that's not possible. Do you take him to the vet or to the hospital? He doesn't have national ID which means he doesn't have insurance either which means you have to pay for everything. Could you even get him citizenship?

More importantly, do you tell your family or keep him a secret forever? You can't keep him locked up in the house for the rest of your lives. And surely your parents will continue to pester you about who you're dating and when you're getting married.

But that begs the question, do you want a relationship with him? Can you realistically have a relationship with anyone else. It doesn't seem like he'd let you date another guy, but you doubt any sane man would want to date a girl who lives with a possessive catboy who calls her master anyway. You can't get married and keep Charles around. That would be too awkward.

Yet, you know you can't and won't abandon him. You don't want to let him go anyway. Whether he's human or cat, you can't bear the thought of your life without his warmth and affection. You didn't take him in just to kick him out when he's no longer convenient. You rescued him because you were already deeply attached to the neglected street cat. He pawed his way into your heart and that's where you want him to stay.

Derailing your spiraling thoughts - and yanking you back to the reality of just how tiny your apartment really is - you hear a sharp gasp echo through the thin walls. Your living room is right next to your bedroom and you expected you would hear some wet sound effects. What you didn't anticipate was to hear him mumbling your name, professing his love for you, and most shockingly, swearing like he's forgotten all other vocabulary.

As he gets closer and closer to the edge, he gets more and more vocal. Whimpering and gasping as he begs, “Please, please, please! Just wanna cum. It's been too long. It's been way too long. Need to cum. Need to get it all out. Need to love you. Need you to take it from me. Need you to take everything. Please, please, please, je vous en prie, ma maîtresse! Let me cum, let me cum, let me cum! Need to be inside you. Need to feel you. Need to make you happy. Just want you to love me. Please love me. Please don't hate me. Please forgive me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sor- nnnnnghhh!

You hear him crying and shaking as he quickly falls into ecstasy and secretly breathe a sigh of relief that it's over. Or so you thought.

“Please, please, please, please ma maîtresse. Make me cum. Make me -ah- dumb. Don't wanna think. Good kittens don't need to think. Good kitties just need to serve. Minou serves best. Just -nnnng- please, please, please, ma maîtresse. Take it. Take it all. Make me stupid for you. I'll do anything! Please just take it all! Please, please, please, please, please please, please!”

Unmoving, you stare at the ceiling wide-eyed as he drowns in pleasure once more, the sweetest whimpers dripping from his lips. His ragged breathing is cut off by each aftershock that rolls through his body. His whimpers are punctuated with little sobs. Taking a deep breath, you abandon the sofa and fetch yourself a tall glass of water. But as soon as the faucet is turned off, you can hear other wet sounds seeping through the door.

“Please, I'm greedy, I'm greedy, I'm greedy. Just want it all out. Nnnnng! Je vous en prie, ma maîtresse. Je vous aime, je vous aime, je vous aime, je vous aime je vous aime. Just wanna cum again, just wanna feel good, just wanna make you feel good too. Please use me! Please use me until I can't talk anymore. Use me until I can't breathe. Use me however you want. Just please take it all. Let me fill you up. Let me cum. Let me cum. Let me cum, je vous en prie!!”

By the time you've choked on your water twice and given up on it all together you can hear him quietly sobbing your name over and over. When all that's left is the sound of harsh, strained lungfuls of air you pry open the door to check on him.

“Minou, would you like some water?” you ask almost cautiously.

He whimpers and nods. From the backlit sunshine filtering through your lace curtains you can see the tears that have pooled in his pretty moonstone eyes.

When you return with a fresh glass, he doesn't sit up to take it. Instead, he begins to apologize through huffs, “Msorry, ma maîtresse. Msorry… I made… such a mess… That was the only thing you asked of me… I'm sorry… I promise… I'll clean it up… I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to… I'm sorry… please forgive me…”

Up close you notice he's still trembling and decide to take a seat on the edge of the bed next to him, setting the water on the nightstand for now.

“Minou, I'm not upset and I'm not worried about the mess. I'm just worried about you… Are you okay? Didn't you push yourself a little too hard?” You can't help but reach down to brush the long lavender strands out of his eyes.

“Mmmmmm” he melts into your touch and begins to purr. “I'm okay… Just been… a little too long…” he huffs as his breathing finally calms.

“Well, as long as you feel better…” you mumble and tease the velvet back of his ears. He shakes a little under your touch and nuzzles into it. After a few quiet minutes, you dare “Can I ask why… you were thinking about me?”

Tilting his head to meet your gaze, he answers easily, “Who else would I think about making love to but the one I adore?”

The gentle smile on his face should soothe your nerves, but instead it leaves a knot in your stomach.

“Have you… always… thought about me… even when you… weren't human?”

“Mais oui.”

Part 8

Tag list: @loverofmanyrandomthings @misty-moth @cherryblubb @drachonia @nightghoul381 @fang-and-feather @uwu-lavender-uwu

Personal notes:

I added the tag list because I had no idea I didn't post the last two chapters. The previous chapter was posted right before I started preparing for a job interview for the job I started this week! Hurray me! Employment!! A lot happened between then and now ^^;;;

MORE IMPORTANTLYYYYY:

The insanely hot audio (Reddit) that inspired Charles' rambling dialogue *ahem*. Also here (soundgasm).

#ikemen vampire charles #ikemen charles #ikevam charles #ikevamp charles #charles henri sanson #ikevamp #ikevam #ikevamp fanfiction #ikevamp fanfic #catboys

[mariesocuniverse]

Fan

Mae runs into another idol when walking around Japan

A/N: Remembered this drafted existed and wanted to finish and post lmao

Mae walked with a pep in her step. Yuta and Mae were walking back to their hotel after their mini tour around Tokyo. Considering that Mae had never been to Japan before, Yuta wanted to take her around the city.

“Ahhh that was so fun.” Mae said stretching. They walked around the whole day so Mae was feeling a little tired from their adventure.

“I’m surprised you haven’t asked for a piggy back ride yet.” Yuta said amused, walking beside her.

“I’m not that tired but if you’re offering...”

“The opportunity has passed but next time.”

Mae pouted but pressed on. As she walked, she felt entranced by all the lights surrounding her. 

Pictures could never compare when you see and walk around the whole thing. She was so distracted she didn’t even notice the person in front of her until she bumped into them. 

“I’m sorry!” Mae said, quickly apologizing to whoever she bumped into. She heard the boy start to apologize but slowly came to a stop when she lifted her head up.

Looking at him closely, the first thing she noticed was his short blond hair and his emerald green eyes. The second thing she noticed was the starstuck look in his eyes. Noticing Yuta beside her, his eyes got widered.

Fans usually had the same expression when they noticed one of them. Not that she minded, as long they were respectful of their boundaries.

“Ah, you’re NCT.” He stuttered out. It was actually really cute how starry-eyed he was.

“Guilty as charged.” Mae said, rubbing the back of her neck with a sheepish smile. Strange enough, Mae felt like she he recognized her from somewhere. 

Narrowing her eyes, she tried to rack her brain to remember who he was. The boy drew back noticing her gaze. 

“Uh, did I do something wrong?”

“Aha!” Mae exclaimed, as a lightbulb lit up in her head. “You’re ALKALOID’s Aira Shiratori, right?”

“You know who I am?” Aira said in disbelief, wondering how someone like Mae would know someone like him.

“Ah, he was one of the members of that band you couldn’t stop blasting the music too.” Yuta said amused.

“Exactly! I loved listening to you guys sing Kiss of Life!” Mae said, grabbing his hands on instinct. In her excitement, she barely noticed that that the boy froze or the fact that she was speaking Korean.

“Miyoung I think you’re scaring him.” Yuta said, pulling her back from the poor boy. He wasn’t even speaking coherent sentences, more like broken words. He swore he heard a “I don’t understand Korean” among it.

“Ah sorry!” Mae said, letting Aira’s hands go, prompting him to move again. “I guess I was a little too excited.”

“It’s fine, I was just a little surprised.” Aira said, a little dazed at the encounter. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. 

Mae checked her watch and her eyes widened. Her and Yuta were supposed to be back at the hotel room soon.

“Ah! We have to get back to the hotel soon, but is it okay if we could take a photo real quick?”

“You want to take a picture with me?!?”  

“Of course!!!”

After a stuttered “Yes,” the group shuffled to the side to take a quick photo on both of their phones. Aira wanted to speak more, but a call from his name distracted him.

“Thank you and I hope to see you again! ALKALOID Fighting!” 

Aira could only watch as the two watch away waving before disappearing in the crowd. He didn’t even realize he standing in the same spot until his red-haired friend went beside him.

Bonus:

“Ahhhhhh! I can’t believe what happened!!!” Aira exclaimed. “I never want to wash these hands ever again!!”

“Isn’t that unsanitary?” Hiiro said confused. He just wanted to find his friend after he wandered off. “Who was that anyways?”

“This is why you need to learn more about idols!!!” 

#nct 127 female member #nct 127 female addition #nct oc #kpop female addition #nct female member #nct female oc #nct female addition

[all-about-the-tea-parties]

I haven’t gotten that far but I’ve seen posts and a looooooot of ppl seem mad about the miscommunication in Young-Woo’s life. Some are mad about the break up due to insecurity that could be “easily solved” and some are mad about her dad never reassuring her. And those are valid feelings - but I don’t know why you’re all mad at the writers for these decisions.

First off, I kind of wanted them to break up at some point. Normally I hate this kind of thing, but this is her first relationship. I wanted to see her be treated as a person, who makes mistakes and falls out of love and changes her mind. Why should her very first romantic endeavour go according to plan? She’s not a fairy tale character.

Based on what I’ve seen I think all the decisions are decidedly IN character. Let’s not pretend anyone is above insecurity. Let’s not pretend ppl aren’t capable of falling into assumptions. Junho makes assumptions about YW all the time. In many ways, his approach to being w/ her is to dote on her, please her, as if she’s a child. And like EVERY allistic person I’ve ever met, as he gets more comfortable w/ her and their relationship he drops the routine that established it (direct communication) and instead falls into his natural way being (intuitive social understanding). He begins to assume things. He assumes, after promising to wait to know each other, that they’ve peaked and are official.

He doesn’t explicitly ask this. He just. Assumes. Because he’s NT. because he’s used to this being unspoken. He became comfortable and fell back into a pattern. It’s normal.

I mean, I’m watching in live time the entire audience do this.

“Where’s the directness that’s canon to YW’s personality????”

What’s directness? When has YW ever been direct about her feelings outside of things she’s confident in the knowledge of? Insecurity is in everyone and insecurity in autistic ppl keeps us alive. Feeling safe and trusting others is a danger (and yes it sounds like a contradiction because autistic ppl are naturally very trusting but on an INTIMATE level we aren’t).

YW believes she’s a charity case. It may not have been said but that’s a fact. All she knows is that Junho is kind. Kind ppl do nice things. Like hang out w/ autistic ppl even if they make them feel lonely. Junho doesn’t ever really contradict these things (because he doesn’t realise he has to).

And the audience in many ways is no better. Time and time again I see applause for Junho demanding boundaries and compromises from YW. Ppl clap and say “it’s good that he’s not the only one working at this”

Junho has only ever had to stretch his social muscles when it comes to YW. YW is doing it all the time. For everyone in every aspect of her life. So to conserve energy, she watches for patterns, makes assumptions.

From the discography of her life, YW knows how this ends. It ends with her being a burden. Her being proven unloveable. Her being alone. She’s nipping it in the bud. Before it hurts too much.

All her life, despite audience and in-world people belief, YW has born the brunt of social responsibility. Born the fallout. If something goes wrong, it’s her fault, if there’s a miscommunication, it’s her miscommunication. She should’ve known better, learned faster. If people dislike her, that’s on her. When people *like* her, it’s an accident.

She’s been taught her whole life to accept other peoples feelings, and bottle her own. Despite seeming cold, despite seeming selfish, YW is very self-punishing.

God I’m losing my thread of thought.

What I’m saying is the miscommunication is not only applicable - it’s learned. YW doesn’t defy people when they tell her she makes them lonely. Doesn’t talk about her own loneliness in response. She accepts it. In her eyes it’s true.

I mean look at her dad.

In all of six episodes I’ve seen, never once has he shifted the responsibility of his own happiness off YW’s shoulders and onto himself. He’s her parent, and yet he blames his daughter for his loneliness. Because she’s autistic, I’m sure on some fundamental level he doesn’t believe she can feel it. But. She. Canonically. Does.

And so we’re here. With Junho who believes someone as direct as YW will believe him when he tells her things, but also openly expected her to *intuit* a change in their relationship. And YW who deeply believes that every person in her life lacks fulfilment when she’s part of it.

So she breaks up with him. Tells herself it’s pragmatic actually. Honest. Choosing to see another way goes against everything she knows to be true, and autistic are nothing if not rigid when it comes to their life lessons.

This makes sense. It’s me. It’s every time I chose to act against my better judgement and hurt because of it.

Meanness in others is painful but usually it’s upfront. I can handle open hostility. The hostility beneath the surface tho? The hostility of the people I love, who blame me for their loneliness? The people who, despite knowing how I am, insist upon change anyways? Because now we know each other?

You don’t know YW. she wouldn’t insult you like that. Wouldn’t stick her hand into a flame like that. People hide themselves, and so shall she.

Miscommunication is *human*. It’s an aspect of a deeply neurotypical society because patriarchy *thrives* in the grey area.

I haven’t watched it. I’m following the outrage online but I don’t agree with it. I don’t blame Junho. I don’t blame YW. I know where this knot started and it’s hard to blame people when they’re hurting themselves.

For a final thing to leave with my allistic readers. I understand you’re confused because YW *is* typically very direct. But you’re perceiving the moment wrong. Autistic people are always attempting to mimic allistic ones. It’s what we think you want. It’s what we *know* you want.

Young-woo read into a situation, and chose to read the writing on the wall. It’s the wrong writing, the wrong wall. She doesn’t know that though, all the walls look the same to her. She chose to bow out. She both thought this is what people wanted, and felt too insecure to challenge it.

IMO the only character who has ever challenged her defeatist attitude is Suyeon. I can imagine Suyeon yelling at her “are you going to spend the rest of your life letting other people decide your happiness?” I imagine Young-woo would listen to Spring Sunshine Suyeon. She’s always taken the lids off difficult bottles.

#god I got emotional at the end there #there’s so much to say about WHY YW is like this #it’s not just learned self hatred #it’s a bunch of proven patterns #it’s the fact that she’s always risking her neck to find out #unlike allistic people she can’t just watch and figure it out #she also won’t risk the humiliation of challenging ppl #because she BELIEVES them #because of her useless dad #let’s talk about bad parents #eaw #extraordinary attorney woo #I’m not anti her dad #but I’ve got words #Netflix

[the-unicorn-system]

Alright, this will be the last message from me before I most likely delete this account after I hear any sort of reply. If at all, you dont have to respond to this if you would not like. You can block me too if you wish but, again. I promise not to bother you after this one, and hopefully leave everything behind with time. I would just like to clear up a few thoughts before I go, and keep it as civil as I can.

This is mostly just a response to you and leo-kinnie (thank you for keeping your vague post properly vague, leo-kinnie, it is seriously much appreciated) And is also so I can clear my head. This is also going to completely ignore the whole pro/anti war since its not like one message can ever change anything about that. We already have our sides I suppose.

Putting this in bullets to make it easier for me. Though I did not read all the arguments previously very thoroughly so I may have missed something..

No one sent us after you, this was on our own terms. Ell did not know about the comments or arguments until they after they had happened. (they were at work) Then after I saw them I jumped in for defense, apologies on my end.

Ell did not know you had a "neutrals dni" rule until they told you, and then heard your response. They did not "knowingly break your boundaries" you were just not clear enough with expressing them to begin with. "But It said so in my DNI" I am going to be honest, when a DNI is that long most people myself and Ell included are not going to read them. And as far as we are aware, "neutrals DNI" was not added onto it until after this whole situation.

There are plenty of other "neutral" artists you could have "called out" on this site but no, it was Ell specifically. And as far as I am aware you have not done this for anyone else. To us your post does not come off as a "call out" but a petty vent about how much you do not like them, and how much of a pedestal you put them on. You dont have a "callout" for any of Ells friends, no callout for other people with no DNI, and no callouts for the people who actually create the "problematic" content you are trying to avoid. It just comes off as petty. High School gossip levels of petty. And of course, the person who the gossip is on, is going to be upset about all the things people are spreading, true or not. You could have just kept the name on your DNI list on your pinned post with everyone else and it would have been fine, its your blog, but nope. All of China had to hear about this incident specifically.

Getting Ell kicked out of the OC comp discord server, and possibly more. Do we go around seeing what servers you are in and try to get you kicked out? No. Would you like it if we went around trying to get you kicked from communities? No you would not, thats an asshole move. Are their other neutrals in the OC comp server specifically too that you could have kicked instead? Yes, yes there are many. Why was it Ell specifically..? Again, like #3, this just comes off as petty.

Related to #4, but there has been an anon going around to other blogs asking why they are friends with Ell. We dont know if its you, its on anon, but we dont know who else it could possibly be. Along with this there was another anon who tried to get Ell kicked from the AU comp. Also unsure if this was you, or the same anon, but like I said we dont have any other leads. And I dont think it would be a stretch considering the #4 situation. If this was you, please stop. We dont go around asking strangers about their relationship to you and ask them to block you. Thats a dick move. At least we keep these sorts of conversations in private group chats. If it was not you, then do ignore this point.

This is in defense of more people you have hurt than just Ell at this point. This is in defense for Gem. And this is in defense for Star. Another reason to believe you were the anon in #5 is because of the incident with Star. Gosh. Do NOT go into anyones messages asking them their opinions and stance on another person. Seriously. Do we go around asking people what they think of you and that they should block you? No. And it horrifies me to think about how many other people you could have messaged about this. If the post you made on the rise and AU tags was not harassment, then the combo of this + #4 and possibly #5 definitely is. Indirectly anyways.

And lastly, seriously. Tumblr is where Cancel/Purity culture goes to die. Lots of people come here specifically to avoid it. We block here, and then dont do anything else after it. Please keep this culture on other websites.

All I am asking at this point is to get Ell out of your head. Stop messaging people about them. Stop making them and all of us worry our heads off thinking about what you might do to them or one of their friends next. The sooner we can all let this go and start ignoring it, the better for us all involved here.

"You guys are just upset because I made that callout post, which is not a bad thing to make" No, we are just upset about what caused and led up to it to begin with, and the stress it is causing us all. Your own stress included. In the best words I can put it, we are just disappointed.

Ell has done nothing to harm you outside calmly telling you their stance. Which, it was either that or they just kept keeping it in for you. "But Ell vague posted" the posts Ell made were in response to a multitude of situations, you were included in the list of situations sure but there we many factors. And, again. We do not spread shit about you. We have no plans to "Call you out", or get you kicked from servers/communities, or message all your friends telling you about how horrible you are. And we have done nothing of the sorts behind your back. We, and myself highly included, just ask the same from you.

Thanks. I really do hope we can move past this. Because none of us, yourself included, can if you keep posting like this.

unicornsys response: I will do my best to also respond to this as civil as possible, but I might get my tone messed up so I apologize for that. I will try to respond to each point you made with my side of the story. I can't really respond to the first one other than I do not accept any of your apologies, what each of you (you, sad-leon, and tea) did was incredibly fucking disgusting and I don't think I ever will forgive you, so don't expect a different answer.

2. Even if they didn't know about our dni, as I said in my final statement, they should have stated from the beginning that they were a defender of proshippers. But they didn't - that was the main problem I had. Even then, I drew fanart for them, and they sometimes reblogged it; that means that not once did they reblog our fanart and they didn't think to read our DNI???

3. I'm not very deep in the rise fandom on tumblr - even then, I don't see a lot of active accounts saying they're neutrals and still having a massive following. My issue was not with Ell as a whole, I'm not petty towards them, i don't hate them as a person, my problem was that someone who defends such problematic and harmful content can still be supported by their fans - literally anyone can get away with anything if you have a big enough following. And also, I think you seem to forget that we're a small account with less than 200 followers - 129 to be exact. China didn't hear the post. Not even Canada did. Hell, not even the town next to mine heard a whisper. The only people who saw this were all of the empty accounts harassing us and Lin, as well as whatever friends I had sent this to asking for advice.

4. I was co-owner/helper of the OC Comp, and Ell's round had already ended by the point they were removed. Both the owner and I were not comfortable with neutrals, so I informed them. I'm not going around to random servers, telling the owners that Ell is a proship neutral and that they need to ban them. It was only one server, that they weren't active in, and in a place that did not support neutrals. However, if there are other neutrals there, please inform me so I can pass the message to the owner. We can't read minds - I only knew about Ell and one other person I will not name, who was also kicked.

5. I can assure you that this anon you talk about wasn't us. It's a bit uncomfortable knowing that I'm immediately being blamed for this despite me having said this entire time "don't harass Ell or their friends", but I can kind of understand your point of view. If any of you guys are being harassed, I will most likely delete the callouts then because I don't want anyone in any distress.

6. "People I have hurt" - geminiforest draws nsfw of the future turtles, who were on screen for 5 minutes, defended someone who did the same, and they refereed to me, an asexual, as "kinkshaming at best and purity culture at worst". I was uncomfortable with them so I blocked them, which is something they encouraged me to do. I found out that Star had interacted with Ell's original post, and after being encouraged by one of my partners to respectfully inform them that it was a post in defense of proshipping (I had assumed that they just hadn't seen the tags), they snapped at me and I believe we blocked each other. Both cases were me doing what you're criticizing me of - cutting people off and blocking them when they make me uncomfortable. You still somehow think I'm harassing Ell, which, if I was, why would I have my DNI being against myself? I already explained why I added the 2al AU tags, and it was to hope that someone would see it, because again, I am a small blog with little to no interactions, though the intention was not to get enough views on it to harass Ell or any of you. And, once again, you and the rest of Ell's friends were harassing us for several days until I called you out on your hypocrisy and you all stopped. I still think it's heavily strange that, as a group, you all came in with mostly or completely empty accounts, mostly because you didn't want to damage your reputation/wanted to remain semi anonymous because I don't have anon asks on.

7. There's not really any kind of response I can make to this other than a few months ago a Rise artist literally got harassed by people because of false allegations of drawing nsfw of the turtles so. your "cancel culture-free" tumblr doesn't exist.

Again, I HAVE NOT DONE ANYTHING to Ell or their friends. Please don't accuse me of that when this entire time I've been worried about them getting harassed over this post. I don't care about your disappointment. I've stated this entire time that I didn't want any of you hurt by the post. I quite literally stated in the tags that it was more of a rant than a callout, due to the fact I was ranting over how alright everyone was with defending proshipping. But if any of you are being harassed, just let me know. Send me an ask with a screenshot if you want, I don't care. I'd prefer this to be confirmed if possible but I am stating again that I don't endorse anyone harassing you guys by any means, and if I find out who they are, I will block them.

But, Lin also wanted to make his own response for me to attach here, so here it is;

leo-kinnie response: Imma be real and say I don’t like it that you congratulated/thanked me for being vague. I’m 100% honest when I say that the reason I was vague was because, had I said anything specific on my account, YOU ALL would be in the situation Woomy was in — extreme + useless dogpiling. I chose not to do that bc of morals and I knew for a fact Woomy would not appreciate me doing that on their behalf — because Woomy doesn’t support harassment, even from well-meaning friends.

How you and the others acted was appalling. Genuinely shameful for you to say “This is tumblr. We block here, and don’t do anything else after that.” after a handful of individuals jumped down an account’s throat for posting something you disagreed with/felt was unnecessary to begin with. It was holier than thou without the holier 😭

I know Woomy can speak for themselves, I’m very proud of Woomy for handling this as best as they could given the amount of backtracking / hypocrisy they’ve had to deal with from the other people involved, but I just find it absurd for you all to assume that Woomy was behind anonymous messages without proof and take that as the go-ahead to harass them. I mean seriously what the fuck. 

Your whole ask was just another attempt to over-dramatize a situation that’s NOT as wounding to Ell’s reputation as you keep insisting it is. 

Ell is openly neutral 

Nobody interacted with Woomy’s og post except when you guys decided to bombard them.

The post Still has MINIMAL interaction. It is Literally just you guys, woomy reblogging it to add clarification, my 1 reply, 1 hidden like, and 1 public like (which wasn’t there before i replied to you).

Honestly what seems more harassing: A big accounts friend group blowing up a (129 follower) account’s asks and replies or a post that was gaining zero traction, zero interest, and— from your words— seemed like a “vent post”?

IMO it’s the first one. 

I dont know Ell, I dont know any of yall, but I have such a poor opinion of your friend group from witnessing this go down. I have an even poorer opinion now after your ask. Like what do you gain from this? You can clearly see that Woomy is abandoning the account, its in big ol letters on their blogs title. You guys will not see them anymore. Congrats. U did it. 

Now you can block and move on. It’s tumblr, right? Thats what we do here.

#woomy post #this will hopefully by my final response to this situation #again if anybody is harassing ell's friends genuinely just show me proof and i will take down the callout #i do not want anybody hurt by my bad decisionmaking #i am being completely fucking genuine right now

[herenya-writes]

Day 16: Angel

When the Herald had asked Dorian if he wanted to accompany him back to Haven, Dorian had said yes almost before the words were out of his mouth. His eagerness was embarrassing, and he was tempted to wave it all away and take back his answer. But the Herald’s eyes were knowing, not judgmental. So Dorian stayed.

It was only a small group that left for Haven with the Herald. The majority of the mages would be following later, once everything was sorted out with the King of Ferelden and the mess with Alexius was cleaned up. He had to repress a shudder just thinking the name. Time travel was not something people should have access to, but Alexius had always enjoyed pushing the boundaries of what was possible. Once, Dorian had found that drive indescribably alluring and had contributed more than a few of his own boundary-pushing ideas. Now though? In the wake of that horrible not-future? He wanted to be as far away from Redcliffe Castle as possible.

So here he was with the Herald, a Grey Warden, Varric Tethras of all people, and a Seeker. It was a motley crew to be certain.

For the first day of their march, he kept mostly to himself. He was still trying to process everything he had seen and done, and he didn’t fancy the idea of tossing himself into conversation just yet. Wouldn’t do to show his vulnerabilities right away. He wasn’t the only one keeping to himself, though. The Warden, Seeker, and Varric spoke off and on, argument and banter flowing back and forth the way it does when people are stuck together under a common goal for long enough. The Herald, however, only commented when his opinion was sought. Perhaps he was still processing as well.

The second day, Dorian got up the courage to fall in step with the Herald. For a while, they walked side by side in silence, which should have felt terribly awkward. It didn’t, though, and Dorian let the silence stretch for almost an hour before asking,

“How did you find yourself with the Inquisition?”

The Herald held up his hand, which pulsed off and on with a green glow. The mark everyone spoke about. Dorian had seen the Herald close rifts with it with his own two eyes, but he had a feeling there was more to the story.

“Yes, Herald of Andraste with a mark of the fade. So I’ve heard. But why did the Inquisition choose you to attend the Conclave. I assume you weren’t the Herald then?”

The Herald frowned at him. “The Inquisition didn’t send me. I was there on behalf of my clan,” he said.

Dorian started. “Interesting. That’s not the story your soldiers are spreading, you know.”

That drew something that was almost a sigh from the Herald. “I’m not surprised. ‘We were planning to execute an elf but he turned out to have been saved from the Fade by an angel/prophet/goddess and now he’s the Herald of Andraste’ isn’t very flattering.”

Dorian stopped walking. The Herald took a few more steps before stopping too and turning to him. His arms were crossed in front of him, as if he was expecting to have to defend himself.

“They were going to execute you?”

“They thought I was responsible for the explosion. I don’t have any memory of the Conclave except for arriving and then being rescued from the Fade by a figure. They didn’t find that story very credible,” the Herald explained in a matter of fact tone. “But they figured out the mark on my hand was the only way to seal the rifts.”

“And so they spared your life and named you the Herald of Andraste. Yes, I can see how the Inquisition might not want that version of the story circulating.” He shook his head. “So you have no choice but to be here. Do you even believe in the Maker?”

The Herald shrugged. “Not really, no. I follow the Creators, the elven gods. I’m not sure the two are mutually exclusive.”

Dorian blinked. That was a rather open-minded view for someone whose people had been hunted by the Chantry and humans for centuries. He kept that particular thought to himself, though, and turned the conversation back to the Herald’s arrest. “Did they know what would happen to you when you used the mark on the rifts?”

The Herald gave a humorless chuckle. “No they didn’t. But it was try and close the rifts or be executed, and I didn’t feel like having my head chopped off. At least with the rifts I would die trying new magic. But I survived.”

“They made you the Herald of Andraste under pain of death.”

Another shrug. “Maybe, but I do have the mark. I don’t claim to be chosen by the Maker, but I have a skill no one else does. If I don’t close the rifts, who will?”

Dorian looked long and hard into the Herald’s eyes. This man had charged into the fight with the demons at the Redcliffe Chantry without a second thought. He had forged through that twisted not-future with determination to stop any of it from ever happening. And he did it despite everything the Inquisition and the world had put him through.

“Thank you for allowing me to join you,” he said after a long moment. “The world needs saving, and I’d like to think I can help save it.”

Something that was almost a smile curled on the Herald’s lips and he nodded. Then, he turned away and began walking once more. For several moments, Dorian just watched him walk away, his thoughts churning. He would be wary of the Inquisition, knowing what he did now. But the Herald? The Herald he would follow to the Fade and back again.

#my fics #dorian pavus #arlaros lavellan #dragon age inquisition #dai

[mintffxiv]

Making a whole new thought post as to completely be clear of it not being my initial thoughts. I think it may have been 5 days to a week since I wrote my first thoughts!

I am happy with these thoughts being conclusive to my idea of the story.

Spoilers below 👇

So I just woke up and it suddenly came to me.

The book authored by Joshua is by Joshua. Tomes mentioned he was a great historian or something. So both brothers were encouraged to write. I wouldn't be surprised if Clive was just narrating his parts to Joshua for the book. Or they could have written it together.

So symbolism this and hidden but clear meanings that I got to thinking. That yes all three are alive (still Dion maybe a stretch but idrc because I want to believe.) The post credits scene and Jill's sunrise is all you need.

Jill seeing the sun rise means Clive is alive

Both children represent Clive and Joshua from their hair colours.

The dog represents Torgal and Dion aka Bahamut which is what they call the dog. They could have called the dog any eikon but they called him Bahamut.

Of course there is also the cheap but also funny theory that it's literally just a fairy tale as the boy's mother says. Which would be lame but I could also make anything up and symbolism wouldn't mean a damn thing hehe!

I also somewhat understand more why magic would be okay gone. Simply because Ultima and his people were driven by such greed they rid their bodies of themselves to continue their addiction and it continued to consume them. Still a Final Fantasy world needs magic, and no I'm not gonna go into 'But life is magic~~~' okay I need the fantasy lol! Basically I just wish it wasn't so finite and I think it's a weak choice. Learning how to manage and respect magic aka power is a valuable lesson that is consistently changing barriers and boundaries. Like the Fallen, we didn't learn what material their indestructible structures were made from. Was it magic, was it completely man made, was it from space? I'd understand if their technology killed them but it was Ulitma teaching them a lesson so basically what I'm saying is I think removing magic invalidates a lot of the world's growth. Like the whole incident with L'ubor being a bearer is completely pointless now. The whole, it being the first town with a mayor bearer now means nothing. Every bearer's struggle for hundreds of years now means nothing. The reason the world got so bad is because of the mistreatment of bearers which was an abuse of power without magic. Everyone needs to learn to not abuse power in any sense and taking magic away doesn't remove those problems. But I think that's an oversight by the team. But overall I can understand why and the 'symbolism' behind why magic is gone. Especially trying to mimic the 'magic' of our own world but for me this comes across as cheap and a bit lazy even if it is the most likely case.

Like what a better revenge and 'I told you so', moment for Ultima it would be! Showing him a world with magic that recovers without killing everyone and thrives with respect and care. He could never!

It does still slightly confused me that all of humanity doesn't die with origin. Even those not being bearers humanity is made from magic so if they all disappeared it would make sense to me but of course I don't want that, I just think it's another oversight. I also presume Ultima and his people were made without magic and most likely from another God. I'm presuming that as it seems their are other stronger forces than Ultima which makes sense to me but I'm also a believer (won't get into that because it's personal). Like Greagor, which I presume is a humanity made God but there is the power of manifestation which is what FF games and general fantasy likes to do. After all humanity's will and bonds were stronger than Ultimas magic so ideas like manifestation being tangible makes sense. So Greagor or a God similar potentially being alive in some sense helping them wouldn't be far fetched.

Like the whole Metia to moon thing. If Metia died after sending the message to represent it being magic I'd presume the moon would also go but it didn't. As I said I'm thinking it got the message went to tell the Moon and the Moon granted it and would eventually return back to it's original spot. And I believe the Moon is either a God itself or a camera for the God or God's watching the planet or even this universe. The game talks of space travel so I do believe other Gods or Godlike beings like Ultima exist and this was just his and his people's journey. So higher God's makes sense to me, thus the prayer finally being answered.

I'd like to think that it was not just Jill praying too. In several FF games prayer is important even though they like to kill God's as well lol but it is important. Pure will made reality. The prayer reaches the God's or is just made real by the power of that will. Which again turns to making the God's real by that will etc. But yeah other people praying especially those in the Hideaway makes sense I just wish they showed it. And I presume Jill wished for them all to come back home and not just Clive. This is her family after all.

The story of family. Clive and Joshua blood brothers, Dion their step brother and Torgal their fur brother represented sneakily in one dog named Bahamut with the brothers at the end and they were all happy and alive!

And this thought not only makes sense to me but is comforting. I'm still shaky because of them being annoyingly vague but everything fits for me and it also fits to soothe my heart which isn't just me hoping and what I've concluded has sense. And all of it matches symbolism so it's not from nowhere. So I'll take it!

🗒Notes: As usual I might add more later and there is probably some spelling and grammar mistakes.

#my thoughts #long text post #long post #ffxvi spoilers #spoilers

[ghost-town-story]

FebruarOC Day 14: Nashira

Nashira leaned against the retaining wall, breathing in the taste of salt. Ahead of her stretched the ocean, vast and endless in a way she had only ever encountered before in the desert. But unlike the desert, where Nashira knew the dangers and how to mitigate them, the see was deep and vast and full of uncertainties that even seasoned sailors could not predict.

Nashira shuddered, but didn’t look away from the darkening horizon.

I didn’t think it was that cold out.

Nashira startled and whirled around. “Will!”

Hi. Will grinned and closed the space between them to join Nashira at the wall.

“What are you doing here in Naporia?” Nashira asked.

We decided to circle the outer edges of Astral, Will explained. So we’re traveling along the coasts and the edge of the desert. And since we were nearby Naporia this evening, Ashe decided we could impose on Lady Nerida for the night rather than make camp outside of the city.

“Do you really believe you’ll find the princess hiding out in some shack along the coast?” Nashira asked dryly.

Will sighed. Ria…

He paused. Nashira watched as the sea breeze blew his hair back from his face, tangling the dark locks even worse than they usually were. Nashira had to resist the urge to reach out and comb out those tangles with her fingers.

We will find her one day, Will finally answered. And until then, we just have to do whatever is necessary to keep people’s hopes alive.

“What will it take for you to give me a straight answer?” Nashira asked.

You’ll have to ask Ashe or Rose about that, Will answered, flashing her a little smile.

“Worth a try,” Nashira sighed.

Will bumped her shoulder with his. Perhaps I could be persuaded to share a secret, he teased. But, he added as Nashira turned expectantly towards him, for a price.

Nashira gave him a deadpan look. “How about the price is you valuing our years of friendship?”

I’d be pushing the limits of my oath, Will pointed out. I think that’s worth a little bit more.

It was those same years of friendship that meant Nashira knew exactly how to wipe that little smirk off of Will’s face. Without missing a beat, she closed the space between them to kiss Will on the cheek.

“How about that?” she asked.

The fading light wasn’t enough to hide how Will’s cheeks had gone red. He brushed his fingers over the spot Nashira had kissed, then shook himself and cleared his throat. I—Yes, I guess that works.

“What were you expecting?” Nashira asked out of curiosity.

Will made a flustered little noise as he shrugged. Nashira laughed, and because she couldn’t help herself and Will was adorable when he was flustered, she kissed his cheek again.

“Now,” she said, settling back against the retaining wall, “I believe you owe me some secrets.”

I only promised one, Will protested.

Nashira was tempted to push the point, but she knew how stringent Will’s oath was, and she did appreciate the little ways he tried to push its boundaries for her. “Very well,” she conceded. “Your one secret.”

Will took a few moments to compose himself before he spoke again. We won’t find the princess during this trip, he said. And before you ask why I haven’t told Ashe, I’m fairly certain he is aware of that fact. But we’ll still be attempting to rally support amongst the people of Astral, so it won’t be a completely useless trip.

Nashira sighed. “I was afraid of something like that.”

I’m sorry. I wish I had better news for you.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Nashira said gently. “Just… Will, can you promise me something? Will you tell me when you know something important, such as when we’ll find the princess?”

As soon as I physically can, Will promised.

“Thank you.”

A nearby lamp flickered on, startling Nashira slightly. She had hardly even noticed the growing darkness.

“It’s getting late,” she said, reluctant to end their conversation. “We should be heading back. I’m sure you have an early morning tomorrow.”

Yes, Will agreed, though he gave no sign that he was about to stand from his position leaning against the retaining wall.

“Ashe will probably be looking for you soon. And Jared.”

He doesn’t need to worry so much about me going for a walk, Will said, fondness and irritation equally present in his voice. But the mention of his twin was enough to get him moving, and he stood up straight and offered an arm to Nashira in a silent invitation.

Nashira stifled a laugh as she took his arm. “And if we happen to take a few detours on our way back, he doesn’t need to know?”

Exactly.

#writing #in which i write #snippets #astral #the astral chronicles: part 1 #februaroc #februaroc 2023 #ockiss23

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

𝚆𝚊𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

Pairing: Reaper!OC Crimsyn x Nephilim!OC Jaesyn

Summary: High school graduates Crimsyn and Jaesyn prepare to spend the next four years of college together when strange goings on start occurring on and off campus. Jaesyn keeps having nightmares of Hellfire and Crimsyn can't get her supposed dead mother's voice out of her head. Nothing a little investigation and summoning circles can't fix.

Trope: Frenemies, Friends to Best friends, Best friends to Lovers, Devine Paring, Prophesized Relationship, Monster au, College au, High School au flashbacks.

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Each warning will be tagged at the top of each post. Parental abandonment, mentions of devil worship, infertility, self-harm, manipulation, physical + mental abuse, body shaming, body dysmorphia, bullying, detailed blood + gore, body horror, mentions of depression/anxiety/suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, absence of parents, character deaths (Major + Minor).

Status: ongoing

Taglist: OPEN! COME ONE COME ALL!

Updates: Every 4 weeks

Word Count : 1,427

Chapter 1. Lavender Power Lines

Up top, the roof of Rutherford High sat a boy and girl. The gated outer boundaries of the secluded area had the occasional bird chirp or the low chatter from other students below in the athletic field.

Taking down his graduation cap, he looks up at the sky as the girl sat beside him. Minutes away their high school carrier would end, sunlight beams down onto them the same as any other day they'd come to the roof. If not share the poorly made food from the cafeteria then exchange words. Emotions.

After all, this is how they met some time ago. Last he remembers she stumbled upon him doing as he does now. Soaking in the quiet. His sense of peace in his presence; soon in hers. He inhales deeply, the faint smell of Petrichor drew him down to her level.

His hands rested behind his head while the girl stretches turning to lay on her side to face him.

"And to think you used to sit up here sulking." Crimsyn slyly chimes. "You almost hated being here as much as you hated me."

"I didn't hate you. You were persistent and stubborn and I wasn't a fan."

Crimsyn lightly shoves him. "And what of it? Somehow I made your teenage dirtbag wannabe ass worth being around."

"Unfortunately, yes. But I didn't doubt you for a second."

Clouds moved across the sky slowly. Its baby blue backdrop mingles together with the sun piercing through. Jaesyn draws in a breath, shrugging to himself.

Her soft hand rubs his shoulder.

"We still have the summer left after graduation, Jace. Both our acceptance letters from the same college came so us sticking together after the fact is foolproof."

"Yeah I know, it's just..." Jaesyn strays off. "Four years went by like it never happened Crim."

Admittedly, it was four years for hell for a lousy piece of paper but all the memories and hard work made up for it. She only regretted not becoming friends with him sooner instead of having a year and a half worth of enemies to friends moments with him.

She gets up taking his hand.

"Well, try better remembering these next four okay?"

"Careful with those boxes Jace!" Crimsyn said coldly.

Move-in day was off to a rocky start as London and Jaesyn helped unpack the last of their belongings inside their dorm room. About the size of a small studio apartment, it sat on the fourth floor overlooking the lake.

"I still can't believe this school allows coed dorms," Jaesyn spoke under his breath, shaking his head in misdoubt as he drops to his barren mattress.

Their boxes of belongings were separated via each half of the room by their initials while London let out a huff resting a duffel bag on the floor.

"I don't know 'bout y'all but I'm hungry. Pizza sounds good?"

They nod in unison.

"Great. I'll leave you two alone to tidy up."

London opens the door closing it behind her. Jaesyn lets out a groan removing his pullover hoodie. His chest is adorned in a black tank top as he retrieves the box cutter.

Crimsyn kept getting distracted by whatever she packed whether it be her stationary or her late summer into a fall wardrobe. She didn't think she was spending her next four years living with her best friend. Or moreso she didn't want to think about what would happen if he brought a girl home.

"Bleh!" She stook her tongue out not realizing she did that out loud.

He hoisted a box off the floor, assumed to be his bedding materials. Dragging the box cutter over its taped flaps he pulls out one of his old basketball jerseys and another pullover he thought he'd lost.

"Hey, those are my pj's dummy." She gets up in his face on her tippy toes reaching for it yet he yanks the clothing upward from her. Curse his long arms and tall stature.

Teasingly he smirks down at her, pushing her away by her forehead with his pointer finger easily.

"Aww, my biggest fan kept my memorabilia? How sweet, sweet-tart."

"Shut up just give it back- Woah!" Crimsyn slipped on the hardwood landing in his arms, her face in his chest as he pulled her close.

"Still clumsy, aye klutz?" He smiled, his canine teeth sharp behind his curved lips.

Crimsyn pressed her lips together not maintaining eye contact.

"I'll take that as a yes." Jaesyn lets go carrying the box to her side of the room.

She hated how much he got a kick out of teasing her. Yet she's never seen him do it to any other girl. Not even to humor the girls that did crush on him.

She grabs more boxes cutting them open. Jaesyn does find his bedding but was more concerned about where his pictures of them together were. He wasn't one to smile for the camera but Crimsyn's collection of polaroids was his only exception.

"Looking for these?" In her hand was a photo album covered in stickers. "I knew you'd forget to pack it so I did."

Loud knocks are heard as London enters with three pizza boxes. "Sorry, it took so long. Turns out I'm not the only one hungry for a few slices."

Her eyes look around in disapproval. "You two barely made a dent while I was gone."

Crimsyn found the box with their joining silverware and dishware. She'd wash them prior, handing plates to them both.

"Some of our boxes are mislabeled so the sorting took longer than we would've liked."

London takes a bite of her slice. "No no, it's fine. You've got all semester to figure it out."

Jaesyn chewed scrolling through social media, his bed made and his posters hanging over his bed. Crimsyn's side was done as well but her desk was still empty. She drank some soda brought in, trying not to think about leaving home.

"Any last words before I go?" London asks finishing her second slice. She grabs her bag off of Jaesyn's desk chair.

Crimsyn shook her head. Jaesyn cleared his throat. "I'll keep her safe London. She's in the best hands possible."

"I hope so or else I'll have you fixed, boy." Jaesyn knitted his brows together at her statement. "I'll drop by tomorrow with groceries and goodbyes. Good night you two."

Crimsyn waves her out holding back a laugh. "Night Big Sis."

Night blanketed the sky just as moonlight seeped in through the blinds. Both showered and quickly were in bed. Jaesyn ate what pizza was left while Crimsyn sat arranging her desk. Her cute ocean-theme stationery was almost complete when she swiveled in her chair getting up with the box they were stored in hand.

"You wanna help put up my fairy lights?"

"I thought you said you could do it by yourself." He mocked her using finger quotations.

"I may have been wrong about that...so if you'd be so kind," She folds her hands in her lap. "Please help me. Please?"

"Are you sure? You were doing so well earlier." He raised a brow.

"Jace, don't be a dick."

He relents, pushing himself up on his elbows. "Fine, fine. You're too short anyway."

She backhanded his chest. Jaesyn climbed and stood on her bed, hoisting the lights near the pushpins holding her posters. Crimsyn fed the line to him as he wrapped them around each one. He'd taken care not to tug too hard on them, looking back at her now and again.

It was a warm feeling he'd get sometimes. Whether his chest, ears, or cheeks, she'd set him ablaze. He couldn't let her see it, not ever. He'll take those embers to the grave if he had to. It didn't help that she'd swiped his Aeropostale t-shirt. Her itty-bitty pajama shorts add more fuel to the fire.

Wrapping the last few she plugs them in turning off the overhead light.

Warm champagne coats the room. Crimsyn climbs into bed beside him as he sits down. She yawns, laying down, Jaesyn scooching over. His chest pressed against her back, his arm draped over her waist. She felt his thumb tracing circles on of her hand.

"Go to sleep, Jace." Crimsyn shushed him. Jaesyn turned on his back, toting her closer. She was on top of him, her head resting underneath his chin. Jaesyn inhaled her scent deeply as lonely strings of smoke filtered through his teeth as he exhaled.

"G'night Crim."

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[fennelwrites]

salva me, fons pietatis - chapter eleven

ingo meets up with old friends. cass and volo have a heart to heart conversation…in more ways than one.

(cw: none for this chapter. contains postgame spoilers)

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“I see. So that is the situation,” Ingo mused, nodding affirmatively at Cass. The two sat on a bench a short distance outside the city boundaries. Umbreon, now healed, sat at Cass’s feet, and a few feet away, Volo was talking softly to Togekiss while smoothing her feathers.

“Yes,” Cass replied. “Volo and I are heading to Veilstone right now to investigate the situation further. Hopefully, we can get this resolved before anyone else is pulled through one of these rifts.”

Ingo nodded. “That would be ideal, yes. Though of all people to be pulled through, I am a bit glad it was me. I do belong in this time, after all, so I’m hoping that getting used to it will be easier than it would’ve been for a native Hisuian.” He glanced over to Volo, who was feeding Togekiss a berry. “I’m curious as to how he dealt with it.”

Cass gazed at her companion. “Y’know, I don’t know. He got here a few months before I got back.” She smiled after a moment, watching Volo interact with his Pokemon. “He’s always been the adaptable sort, though, so I’m sure he adjusted just fine after the initial shock wore off.”

Togekiss chirped as she noticed Cass watching the two; Volo turned over his shoulder and made eye contact with her. For one all-too-brief moment, the world around them disappeared, and Cass found herself suspended in Volo’s steel-gray gaze. Her lips parted to say something, but whatever it was caught in her throat before she could even speak.

There it was again. That fondness with which Volo normally looked at Togekiss was now directed towards Cass; his lips were curved upwards in a gentle, albeit confused, smile. In the late afternoon sun, he almost seemed to glow.

Had he always been this pretty? And how was she only just noticing?

“Cassandra? Are you alright?”

Ingo’s voice snapped Cass out of her thoughts. She whipped back around to face him, all too aware of the heat spreading across her cheeks. “Just fine!” she exclaimed hastily, looking past Ingo. “Peachy keen!”

Ingo looked at her like he didn’t believe her.

Thankfully, anything Ingo might have said was drowned out by the sudden sound of a plane overhead. Cass looked up to see a biplane steadily drawing closer, seemingly using the long stretch of road outside Solaceon as a runway. Ingo stared up at it curiously, as though trying to figure out what it was. 

The plane landed a short distance away from them, and immediately, a man in a long white coat–matching Ingo’s, only cleaner–jumped out without even opening the door. He landed on the ground and looked around for a moment before his eyes landed first on Cass, then on Ingo.

‘Holy shit, they are identical,’ Cass thought to herself as Emmet rushed over to them.

As he approached, Ingo stood, his eyes blown wide and his mouth hanging open slightly. Cass couldn’t quite tell from her angle if there was recognition in his expression, but as Emmet practically tackled his brother in a hug, Ingo hugged back.

For a moment, Cass couldn’t understand anything that was said, as Emmet’s voice was muffled by Ingo’s shoulder. She briefly registered “you’re alive” and “missed you” before Emmet pulled away, placing both hands on Ingo’s shoulders.

“You look so shocked, Ingo!” Emmet exclaimed, that ever-present smile never leaving his face. “It’s almost as though you do not recognize your own brother!”

Oh. Yeah.

“About that…” Cass interjected, taking a hesitant step closer to the pair. “Ingo lost his memory when he was taken to the past. It still hasn’t come back yet…not in full, anyway.”

Emmet turned his head to look at Cass, still not taking his hands off of Ingo. “Not in full? What do you mean?”

Ingo cleared his throat, immediately regaining his brother’s attention. “Some things are familiar,” he explained. “Buildings like those in the town…the region we’re from…And now, looking at you, I’m starting to remember even more…” Tears welled up behind Ingo’s eyes as he spoke, an emotion Cass had never seen on the man’s face before. “You’re my brother. My brother…”

Emmet’s smile grew–somehow, despite seeming impossible–and a single tear slid down his cheek. “Yes,” he said definitively. “I am Emmet. And you are my brother, Ingo.”

Emmet pulled Ingo into another tearful hug; more muffled words were spoken as the pair embraced. Cass was so caught up in the emotion of the moment that she almost didn’t notice another person approach.

“It’s really him, isn’t it?” 

Cass turned to see a young woman in a blue bodysuit standing off to the side, wiping a single tear from her eye. “To be honest, I had my doubts,” the woman continued. “It’s been so long, I didn’t think it was possible.”

Cass smiled brightly. “That’s my specialty. Doing the impossible.”

The woman turned to face Cass fully. “Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Skyla, the Gym Leader from Mistralton City. I’m also pretty good friends with those two.” 

The pair turned to face the reunited brothers, a wistful smile on Skyla’s face. “It really took a toll on him, y’know,” she mused. “Emmet, I mean. Don’t get me wrong, he was still smiling every time I saw him…but it felt fake. Both of us knew it, but he didn’t stop.” She sighed, placing her hands on her hips. “I’m a little amazed that he kept the Subway up and running all this time. Then again, both of them have always been the determined sort.”

Skyla turned to face Cass fully again, a determined look on her face. “Thank you, Champion,” she stated. “You didn’t have to do this for us…for Emmet…but you did. All of Unova’s grateful.”

Cass felt heat rising to her cheeks as she sheepishly smiled. She was tempted to say “it’s really not a big deal,” but the teary embrace beside her made it clear that it was. “You’re welcome,” she finally said. “I’m happy to help. Ingo and I became pretty good friends in Hisui, so helping him out is really the least I can do.”

Skyla grinned, placing a hand on Cass’s bicep. “Well, that just means you’ll have to visit Nimbasa!” she exclaimed. “You and your boyfriend over there.”

Cass’s blush grew as she glanced over towards Volo. “He’s not–”

She blinked in surprise when she didn’t see him; he had just been there, hadn’t he? She looked around and caught sight of Lunaire walking in another direction; the Umbreon looked back to Cass, barked, then continued on. 

“Sorry,” Cass said, briefly turning back to Skyla. “I should go check on him.”

Skyla shook her head almost knowingly. “No problem. We’ll be here.”

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Lunaire led Cass to a small stretch of sand next to Hallowed Tower. Volo sat on the shore while Togekiss chittered softly at his side. He’d taken off his hiking boots and set his feet in the gentle waves. When he heard Cass approach, he turned to look at her and smiled a bit before turning back towards the river. 

Cass kicked off her own shoes before sitting down next to him. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Volo replied, not looking at her. 

“Everything okay?” Cass asked, resting her head on her knees. 

Volo sighed, ruffling Togekiss’s feathers. “Not really,” he replied softly. “It’s…complicated.”

Cass nodded, letting him talk. Expressions of sincere emotion were still rare for Volo, and she wanted to give him the space he needed.

“Seeing Ingo reunite with his brother…” Volo began, still not meeting Cass’s gaze. “It put my actions into a stark perspective. Part of why he is here, memories lost and mind confused, is because of me. And if I had succeeded…they never would have reunited in the first place.” He sighed for a moment. “It’s…sobering.”

He sighed, gazing up at the sky. Togekiss chirped in concern, nudging his hand with her nose. “I have to wonder if, knowing what I know now, I would still have attempted what I did.”

Cass nodded, and for a moment as she collected her thoughts the only sound that could be heard was the gentle breaking of waves on the shore. 

“Well, the way I see it,” she finally replied, “your feelings toward Arceus and the world as a whole have two possible outlets. One, your original plan of returning everything to the beginning.”

Volo nodded. “And the other?”

“To make the world we live in now a better place.”

Volo turned to face her, the sunlight reflecting in his eyes. His expression was one of melancholy, one of anxiety, but most of all, it held that curiosity that Cass had come to admire about him. 

“I wasn’t kidding back in Jubilife when I said I wanted you to experience good things,” Cass continued. “I know it’s difficult. And I know the world is harsh and cruel sometimes. But I’m hoping that I can show you its bright side, too.” She glanced out over the water, admiring the way the river sparkled under the sun. “Yes, the world has plenty of issues. But a lot of those issues are fixable. And I’m hoping that we can fix at least some of those issues together.”

She then turned back towards Volo, another statement on her tongue… but she trailed off when she met his eyes. There it was again. That look she’d been seeing so often. It frustrated and confounded her that she couldn’t place what it was.

Affection?

That couldn’t be right, could it?

Cass felt heat rise to her cheeks as she stared back at Volo. Her gaze fell to his lips, upturned in a slight smile.

She wanted to kiss him.

Arceus, she wanted to kiss him.

“You’re quite inspiring when you talk about things you’re passionate about,” Volo mused, breaking Cass out of her trance. 

“I…am?” Cass tilted her head in confusion, silently praying that none of her previous thoughts were projected onto her expression. 

Volo’s smile grew. “You are.”

He stood, brushing sand off his pants, and offered a hand to help her up. Cass took it, trying not to focus on how her hand fit in his, or how strong he was, or how close they were now.

They were mere inches apart.

“And, so you know,” Volo continued, his voice low and soft, “thanks to you, I’ve seen quite a few things worth protecting in this world.” 

Cass swallowed thickly, trying not to let her nerves show on her face. “A-and those would b-be?” she stuttered, cursing her flusteredness. 

Volo squeezed her hand gently, a devilish smirk worming its way onto his face. Cass had seen a similar expression once before; she remembered it from the temple, when Volo was in the process of summoning Giratina. But this time, there was no madness or malice in his eyes. The expression was playful. It was mischievous.

It suggested that he knew exactly what he was doing to her, and that he liked it.

“I think I’ll let you figure that out,” he said simply before letting go of her hand and taking a few steps away. “Come on. We should get back to the others.”

Cass just stood there for a moment, barely registering Lunaire nudging against her legs. 

He was going to be the death of her.

---

“Thank you again for your help, Champion Cassandra,” Emmet stated. They stood next to Skyla’s plane; Skyla herself was in the process of getting the plane up and running as the twins spoke to Cass and Volo. “Your assistance is most appreciated.”

Ingo nodded. “I cannot thank you enough for helping to reunite me with my brother. You have been a wonderful friend to me both here and in Hisui.” 

Cass smiled sheepishly. “I’m glad I could help! I’m sorry your memory hasn’t come back yet, though…”

Ingo shook his head. “It will return in time. For now, all that matters is that I have been recoupled with Emmet. As long as we are together, I can focus on making new memories rather than mourning the ones I have lost.”

“Indeed!” Emmet exclaimed. “Champion, you must visit Nimbasa City at some point so that we may thank you properly.”

Cass’s smile widened. “I will! I’ve been wanting to try out the Battle Subway since I heard about it. It sounds like a fun challenge!”

The twins brightened at the mention of their business, and they struck their signature pose. 

“We shall await your challenge, then!” Ingo stated.

“Perhaps we shall see you on the Multi Train, alongside your boyfriend!” Emmet added.

Cass’s face erupted in red. “He’s not my–”

She was cut off by the engine of Skyla’s plane roaring to life. The pilot leaned out of the cockpit, beckoning towards the twins. “C’mon, you two!” she shouted. “Let’s get you home!”

The twins nodded once at each other, then at Cass and Volo, before walking briskly towards the plane and boarding. With one final wave, Skyla took off. Cass and Volo then watched as the plane grew smaller against the horizon before it grew too small to see altogether.

Volo let out a small yawn. “Well. I suppose it’s back to business for us, then.”

Cass nodded. “We should probably get dinner first, though. It’s gotten pretty late…”

True to her word, the sun was making its way lower in the sky, and the horizon was painted in orange and pink. The pair began walking back towards Solaceon, their Pokemon trailing behind. 

“So. Veilstone tomorrow,” Volo stated. 

“Veilstone tomorrow,” Cass repeated affirmatively. “And the Team Galactic HQ.”

Volo nodded. “Have you come up with any ideas yet?”

Cass smiled to herself as they passed a road sign. The layout of the building filled her mind, and as she mentally walked herself through it…

“I think I have a plan.”

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When Don Webb's Grand Initiation rite involves calling upon a goddess named Shamsan Tara (presumably a form of the Hindu goddess Tara but I have no idea where Webb gets that from) as a form of the Prince of Darkness, who he describes as "the dark goddess who causes the Self to pass beyond the grave into the next life" actually makes it hard for me to believe that the Left Hand Path would be thought of as something dogmatically opposed to what others call "ego death". Yes yes there is a certain truth to the stereotype in that there are LHP orders and doctrines that emphasize a static individuality, and ironically I think Setians are among those notorious for it, but in Uncle Setnakt's Essential Guide to the Left Hand Path we seem to see the self being presented as something that ritually "dies" in order to become something else. It is this version of dying to yourself that links naturally with certain forms of pagan mysticism, what with the ritual journeys to the underworld, the ritual "death" that leads to rebirth.

"The Death of my old way of life is a Shock that awakens me, and I find myself clothed in Darkness wherein all Secrets reside". "Knowledge lets me die to my old life". Now why would that kind of talk? Because the ritual death and rebirth isn't an oblivion of personality of the kind that the baby Satanist or baby LHP occultnik inwardly fears when considering the premise of oneness, but is instead a process of the divine being and becoming that the LHP initiate aspires to. In the Egyptian myths we see that the sun, that most sovereign of beings, descends into the underworld, to our eyes descending into darkness, and regenerates, each day, without end. And when initiates in mystery traditions go down into the underworld and arise again it's like they're really making the same journey. In Webb's terms, that's the death of one's old life, dying to your old life, dying to yourself, in order to be spiritually reborn as a divine potentiality acting upon the world. There's a harmony between that and what Webb calls the "Secret of Satan": that by rebelling against God (the embodiment of our mechanistic image of the universe) you become able to remake the cosmos in the shape of your will. The Image of the World is destroyed and this act frees up space for a new one to be made.

Ironically, for a Setian, something of this links back to the Osirian cult and mythos, at least in that Ra, in the underworld, was thought to have merged with Osiris. This merge is called Ra-Osiris, whose "corpse" is Osiris and whose "soul" is Ra. Here we can get into something I derived from Georges Bataille's The Use Value of D. A. F. De Sade. This is one of texts in which Bataille seems to elaborate a notion of the "left" side of the sacred, which seems to identify divine splendour with objects of repulsion and thus obliterates the boundaries set between the divine and the impure as well as the sacred and the profane by social homogeneity - that is, the profane world of work. Bataille interprets the corpse or holy cadaver as a symbol of that kind of sacredness and its seemingly apophatic quality. In the case of Ra-Osiris, the utmost divinity is literally identified with a divine cadaver. The identity between the marvellous divinity and the dead, as heterogeneous matter, is the basic principle of Bataille's notion of the left sacred. It is also the dark solar presence in the underworld. Of course, if you want to follow the interpretation that Set, by dismembering Osiris, "initiated" him, having brought him to life by killing him, or that his severed head became the place of an invisible sun, then perhaps he won't be boxed out of the equation. It's an imaginative stretch though, and at any rate I somehow can't take for granted the thought that Webb would have known.

But the operative point is not that the LHP initiate ought to transform themselves into a corpse. It's that, in order to apprehend the divine state they must follow the course of the sun: that is, to descend into their own rebirth. That's the mystic passion that can be gleamed from things like "who causes the Self to pass beyond the grave into the next life". It's also the destruction wrought by the "names of the Prince of Darkness" in their own ways, though not so much because of their dying to themselves (although the Fall of Lucifer or even Satan might, in their own sacrificial terms, be seen in that light), but rather because Webb's death and rebirth is part of the movement of destruction they represent (Satan, Set, Saturn, and Shiva, all representing their own affirmative movements of destruction).

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