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callingmelili · 4 months

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A deal.

So I am currently in a virtual class and I should probably be paying attention. I'm sure my teacher would not be impressed by me writing this when I'm supposed to be taking notes, but of course this would be the moment for the horny muse to come back. I may have a second part thought out too.

My set up is the usual, full-body mirror, one of those light rings I used to make fun of other girls from having, mat on the floor in case the gif he sends requires me to kneel. Mark's contact winks at me from the messaging app on my phone, online and writing. His messages always come between seven and ten pm, never at the same time, the bastard has been taking up this window of time every Friday for the last three months.

This time around, the message comes early.

It's only a gif, but it's the worst one so far. A girl kneeling on the floor in knee socks, hair in pigtails , tits bouncing inside a lace bralette as she bounces on a dildo stuck to the floor. A text comes in right after. 'You have 20 minutes, Mia.'

I sigh and head for my dresser, this is the first time one of Mark's gifs goes that far. But do i have another choice? I don't. He is not my boyfriend, he is not a man I can say not to, even if he didn't have a bunch of humiliating videos of me --if he made them public, he'd be shooting himself in the foot anyways, I have proof that he's the only person I've sent them to-- he has something worse… for now.

He and I have a deal. No, really. We do.

Honestly, when he first caught me cheating on a test, I thought I was done for. He was my advisor at the moment, able to report me without breaking a sweat. I never have been a particularly good student and I would have been done for.

I didn't make it this far into graduate school without being decently stubborn, though and I grasped at the one straw still within my reach. I would laugh at how cliche it is if it wasn't my life right now.

Obviously I told him to ask anything of me. I had seen how he looked at me during our one-on-one thesis, I was fully expecting to be asked to get on my knees and blow him, I was also more than prepared to do it if it spared me expulsion.

What he asked for was… a step further.

But I really had no other choice. It was either do this until the end of the semester or face being exposed and expulsed. So far he has only asked me to emulate the gifs, nitpicking only rarely. I had to do a couple repeat performances of the fourth gift he sent me of a blonde girl deepthroating a dildo. He kept saying it was not 'far enough' and my face was not 'red enough', pouting, I scroll up to glare at the finished product of that particular exchange. My eyes are watering and my cheeks are flaming red. Brown hair frames my face as I furiously work the dildo in and out of my mouth. It takes me a while to look away.

"I better get this over with," I say to no one in particular before turning up the light and leaving the camera on standby.

Sighing, I get my hair into the pigtails first before getting the dildo with the suction cup out from it's usual place in a box under my underwear. I have no bralette's that look just like the girl's so I end up wearing the top of a swimsuit instead. The socks I do have a pair of similar ones, only in baby blue rather than pink. Mark usually doesn’t mind small changes due to unavailability of certain items in my apartment, and anyways it shows about the same amount of skin.

"And now as for the pose…" The mat has to go so the dildo can stick to the floor and I can feel the skin of my knees protest as soon as I lower myself over it. The silicone meets slick, oversensitive flesh and I am torn between feeling shame or being relieved that I don't have to warm myself up for it. My thighs are already shaking, skin prickling at the cold of the floor and how a hear seems to have settled deep within my pelvis.

As if on cue, my phone buzzes with a message, then another and another.

'5 minutes left, Mia.'

'Tic, toc.'

Drawing in a shaky breath I reach forward and turn the camera on. It's set up to stream only to him. Sometimes he will return the favor, I found it gross at first but it's even stranger to do all these things while only hearing his voice coming from my computer speakers. "You could be trying more with the top." He laughs, speak of the devil. Tonight he wants to keep his face hidden it seems, it doesn’t show up in the computer screen.

"Just why would you think I would have that sort of underwear?" I hiss.

I can imagine him shrugging. "You're the type that's usually prepared? Anyhow, I don't like it, just take it off."

"But--"

"Take it off, you're bare-cunted already. What's the damage with me seeing your nipples?"

My thighs shake. "Fine." The bra is the tie-up kind, two swift pulls and it's falling off my tits, leaving my nipples to stand in response to the cold air in the room. "Damn, you could do a better job pretending you don't like this. I can see how wet your cunt is from here."

I roll my eyes at the camera. "I like to be prepared, as you said." I lick my lips, glancing at the mirror. "Lets just get this over with."

"Aye," he laughs, "Well, first off, sit down baby. Aren't your knees getting tired?"

Of course, he means sit down on the dildo I am hovering over. I do so, slowly. Wet as I am, the intrusion stretches me beyond what I'm prepared for, making the descent a little shaky and making me moan. "That's a nice face," mark comments.

"Fuck-- Fuck you." I say, glaring at the camera.

"Of course you wish it was me baby." I can imagine him grinning. "Alas, you're gonna have to do the work there. I believe the girl on the gif has her legs spread out wider." I shiver, but do as told. I can feel the tip of the dildo pressing up into my cervix. "No, wider." I whine. "Wait, no, that's too wide, go back."

The inside of my thighs is wet already, moving on the dildo proves easier than it should. "Good?" I ask, between forced breaths.

"Hmm, good. But stick your ass out more." I do, and the tip of the dildo brushes something that makes me lose my balance and cry out. "Ha! Well, that isn't quite it but do stay there." He laughs, again. "Now, start bouncing."

If I could I'd sag with relief, but all I can do is bounce and hope he's satisfied soon.

Five minutes later I can't believe how wrong I was. "Nope, stop!" He calls, like he's directing a porno and I guess he is. I can't help the protesting jerk of my hips when he does. "Get off on this later, will you?" He huffs. "Cross your eyes more, Mia, and stay still for a second." Time stretches, silent for far more than a second. "Ok, now."

It's the second time he does it, and there are a third and a fourth. I'm not dripping on only the dildo now, but also the floor. He doesn't care, I'm sure enough now that he's somehow learned to see when I'm close and he always stops me at that point before pleasure becomes pure heat. "Isn't that enough?" I pant after the latest interruption.

"No, again. Push your chest out, show the girls off, will you?" His voice is lower now than it ever is in class and I'm so tired by now, knees aching and core throbbing that I just mindlessly obey, eyes crossing, hips slamming down once, twice, three times. This time he doesn’t stop talking, but none of his words urge me to stop or slow down this time. Rather, Mike encourages me. I can't say he compliments me but it's all the same to my foggy mind. "That's it Mia. That's it little whore. The tongue is a nice detail but you're going to have to repeat this performance just for that." He laughs. "No, don't stop on my account, you're too far gone. I thought you weren't getting off on this? My little, pathetic Mia, don't think I haven't noticed just how you get all the other times." It's only his voice filling the room, only his voice and the sound of my ass slapping into the floor, losing rhythm as I come closer and closer, slumping forward and losing form. I know he'll make me repeat it now, I don't care, I just want to cum. "That's right, that's all you want isn't it? Not even to be free from our little deal, you'd sell yourself out for an orgasm, wouldn't you? Well go ahead."

I just want to cum, and I do.

Afterwards, I'm slumped forward, dildo still halfway inside me as I catch my breath. That's when I hear the tell-tale sound of the lock on the front door, and then a familiar voice, coming from both the living room and my computer. "By the way Mia I forgot to tell you I'd be dropping by to drop some material for your thesis off." Mark laughs, it echoes off the walls. "I also wanted to talk about a couple of things. Stay right where you are and maybe I'll be nice and give you a passing grade on this little recreation of ours, even though you didn't get it quite right."

#dumbification #mind control #story #blackmail #corruption kink #exhibtionist

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA for deleting my classmate's online output in retaliation for previous grievances, & WIBTA if I kept this up?

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(↑ so I know Tumblr didn't toss it into the void)

Take your time reading this before the poll. Trust me, everything matters.

I (16NB) am a student that migrated from the regular 10th grade sections into the top section of my school's STEM program via passing the admission test. I'm part of the very few that made it from the regular sections into such a prestigious senior high strand (which had only 3 sections and ±30 students per section), and the rest of my classmates and batchmates come from specialized programs that they were in since 7th grade. Naturally, they don't know me, and wouldn't think much of me due to my previously "mediocre" background. But really, I was only able to join the STEM strand this year because of financial difficulties during the lockdowns, so my parents could only afford to put me through the regular sections from grades 8 to 10.

Amongst my specialized program classmates was this girl, who I will call V for anonymity. V (16F) struck me as aloof and reserved at first. Our class seating arrangement dictated that I sit near the window farthest from the door, and V near the room exit, so we were 3 columns and one aisle apart, and had no one-on-one interactions so far due to this.

The entire school year in my school is split into two semesters, two quarters each semester, so four quarters. In Q1, I tried signing up for the strand-exclusive club that was practically a boost for report card grades, the STEM club, and we used printed forms. I filled in my form, and V collected the forms from everyone who signed up to give to the STEM club leader. We waited a week for confirmation of our acceptance (which was our forms being given back with a red stamp and the leader's signature) and everyone except me got them back. I asked V if she received my form. "No, you didn't give me any," she had said. I was denied another form by the leader, who accused me of lying about me having already given the form.

I didn't ask for a rivalry, but I had no choice but to be wary.

In Q2, our Earth Science professor gave us a lab activity and grouped us by random. I ended up in a group with V in it. I actively participated in the activity by helping prepare the materials and answering the guide questions on the activity sheet given by our professor, but I was stumped when it came to a question that required some research. Our professor allowed us to assign someone by group to take the activity sheet home and submit a picture instead when we ran out of time, so I went to my group's chat and asked them to wait for me as I finished the answer for that particular question. It took me an hour or so before I finally got the answer. I gave the answer to my groupmates, but V said that they had already turned it in, confirmed by my other groupmates. I asked them "Why did you hurry the submission? We had plenty of time left to refine and finalize the answers." They didn't reply, and they didn't answer me when I brought it up the next day in person. I went to my professor and explained the situation, even providing screenshots of my group messages as proof, but he didn't believe me. However, he did let me write down my answer to the question I was doing research for.

By then, I suspected V had convinced them to submit the activity sheet without me, and going back to Q1, also got rid of my membership form when she had the opportunity. I think she also might have lied to the professor that I wasn't even participating in the lab activity, and damn if he was gullible enough to fall for it.

Come Q3, this current quarter. Our professor in Literature gave us homework to be submitted in Google Drive. I did mine, converted it into the required file format, and had uploaded it to the Drive folder when I came across V's output. I figured it was time she got what was coming when she ruined my reputation to the teaching staff, so I deleted it. I secured my own folder so nobody but I can edit/delete it, just in case. The next day after that, V had nothing for submission and let's just say took some hits when the professor scolded her, and I have plans to get rid of more of her future outputs since we're relying on online tools for turning in homework.

On one hand, I feel a bit bad for doing that, and in addition I'm also scared I may be caught/traced. But on the other, I felt that it was only fair that she experienced even a fraction of humiliation that I faced during Q1 and Q2.

I dunno, Tumblr, AITA for that, and WIBTA for continuing with my plans?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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sanydraws · 9 months

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What i think happened with bonnie

So we already saw bonnie dead body (rest in pizza) and we saw the bowling ball spot on the wall and besides his head but what doesn't make sense is that, a bowling ball doesn't do THAT much of a damage on someone.

I have been inspecting bonnies body and it was obvious that someone staged it like duh, also why was there green paint on my man. Made me think it was puke-

Anyways, i have been thinking, if a truck went over an animatronic, would it do that much damage? The answer would be no, it would do some damage but not whole alot, and i think the person who did that to bonnie tried using the pizzaplex truck but it obviously failed.

Then we see his face, now if we use a bowling ball and hit him in the face then it could do that much damage if there was enough force when you throw the ball so who threw the ball must have been pretty strong.

Then we check his body and stomach and my dude got RIPPED.

now you see all that i wrote? Ignore it because that wasn't the actual story.

Here's what i think happened and i have some proof for it

Ok let's start by looking at bonnies body

Here's bonnie body damage

Now let's check something out

See those damages?

Don't they look kinda

Familiar?

Look at this

It's like 80% same damages freddy got from being attacked by the robots

More proof?

Ok sure

Look at this

While checking out bonnies body i saw this tire mark on his leg and i thought it would be made by a truck

Oh no no

Look at this

Oh would you look at that

Tires

You might think that one can't possibly mark that on an animatronic,but a whole bunch can pal

And guess who made them attack freddy?

Vanny

Who do you think would be able to stage a crime scene

Why would an animatronic think about staging a crime scene

Only a human would think about doing something like that

We literally can see that there is a camera pointed on the place where we found bonnies body

And who do you think have access with the cameras

A security guard

And that's vanessa

Who is literally vanny

Also why not lie about your report on where bonnie was last seen

Bonnie could have gone to monty golf and left

So it would be a half truth

Then she could hack the cams to make them not show the footage where bonnie was attacked.

When freddy was attacked he was still able to talk to us but he got badly beaten in the face which resulted on him ig dying, well more like powering off

But for bonnie his attacks where directed on his stomach and bottom half so he just have this hole on his head which i think was the result of the bowling ball being hit in his head and then he got attacked.

I think he was like, unconscious at that time so vanny thought he was dead ig. But then he regained his eyes power but of course he can't move.

That's what i think happened to him

BUT HEY, THAT'S JUST A THEORY

A SANY THEORY

AND CUT

Man I'm amazing

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf sb #five nights at freddys #fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin #glamrock bonnie #fnaf theory

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shadowmaat · 4 months

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Old Friends, part 2

(part 1)

Finding Obi-Wan Kenobi alive and (relatively) well on Tatooine was a surprise, to say the least, but Cody adapted to it well enough.

Not much changed, on the surface of things. He still reported in to Senator Organa, he still helped the local populace when and where he could, and he still moved his quarters every few weeks to make it difficult for anyone- local or Empire- to find him.

It was just that now, Obi-Wan became part of his regular patrol. Most often that meant trekking out to the dusty hut in the Jundland Wastes that Obi-Wan now called home, checking to make sure he was still alive and testing his security measures. Security measures Cody himself had installed, since Obi-Wan seemed content to rely on the Force to protect him. Tsk. Some things never changed.

Occasionally it was Obi-Wan who did the trekking, most often because he needed supplies. Or so he said. That might make sense for Bestine, which was the nearest city to him, but didn't explain his occasional forays into Mos Eisley or even Anchorhead. Cody didn't ask and Obi-Wan offered no explanation, but it made for a nice break in routine. They'd hole up in a cantina or caf shop and have coded conversations of their past.

Obi-Wan was, naturally, curious about why Cody had turned on him; why all the clones had turned on the Jedi. Cody gave him what answers he could, much the same as he had when Organa had asked, but with more regret. "It seemed like the right thing to do at the time" was a weak answer. Even Cody himself had questions about it, but it wasn't like he could go back and change things. He was here, now, and he wouldn't be going back to the Empire. Not that they'd take him; there was a "kill on sight" order in place.

There were times, of course, when Cody was called offworld to deal with some disaster or another of the Rebellion. Sometimes they wanted to pick his brain over military strategy and how troopers fought. Other times it was to participate in raids on supply depots or even the occasional prisoner rescue. Those missions always made the back of his neck itch because he could tell the people with him didn't trust him. Organa's word could only go so far when Cody's own history as an Imperial stormtrooper spoke for itself.

For the most part, Cody bore their suspicions and hostility with understanding. He regretted some of the things he'd done, of course, but he'd also been a soldier, and soldiers were there to follow orders. Until they started asking questions, anyway.

There were only a couple of times where he had to get aggressive; when someone was so ready to fight that no amount of deescalation would work. He put them down fast and made sure they'd be able to get back up again.

Returning to Tatooine was always a strange bit of relief. As a clone trooper, Cody was of the belief that "home" was an idea you carried with you; built into your armor, maybe. But there was something about stepping foot on that arid world and breathing its parched air that gave him a feeling of... belonging.

Obi-Wan was usually nearby when he landed. Cody was reasonably certain it was because Organa told him rather than "the Force," but it still eased his heart to see proof that his ex-General was still alive and hadn't managed to get himself killed in Cody's absence.

"Not dead yet, huh?"

"I'm afraid not." Obi-Wan smiled at him. "How was your trip?"

"A clusterfuck, as usual." Cody headed for a nearby cantina, Obi-Wan keeping pace beside him. "What about you? What krayt's nest did you kick over this time?"

"Whatever makes you think I'd do something like that?"

The innocence in his tone was polished to a shine. Cody snorted.

"Because I know you."

Obi-Wan sniffed as Cody ordered their drinks, heading for a dark table in the back.

"I'll have you know I was on my best behavior while you were gone. Nothing happened."

The fading bruise at his temple and the scrapes on his knuckle told a different story, but Cody let it slide. He knew Obi-Wan was keeping something important from him, but it wasn't his place to question it. Either he'd be told when the time was right or he'd never find out at all; Cody was fine with it either way.

For now he was content to simply enjoy his drink and continue to sass his old friend. Storms, it was good to be home.

#jedimindfic #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #if I get around to part 3 I'm gonna AU the fuck out of it

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thelovelylolly · 1 year

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can you do poe comforting an overwhelmed gn! reader and giving them his jacket to wear to calm them down? totally okay if not tho!! <33

Take My Jacket

Summary : As a Resistance report analyst, you always have a lot of work and sometimes it can get overwhelming. Luckily, Poe is there to help you. Warnings : not proof read bc im ~tired~ Notes : thank you for the request! ive been pretty busy and tired so im sorry if this is a bit short

You knew what you were signing up for when you applied for the report analyst job. You were happy that you weren't on the front line, you were better at analytical things anyway. As time went on and the war continued, the work got more and more intense to the point where it was overwhelming.

Everyday you did the same things for your shifts. You'd clock in and there would already be reports for you to go over. Through out the day, more reports would be submitted and if they weren't, it was your job to make sure they were. With the amount of missions happening everyday, you would have to work through your lunch break. After your 12 hour shift, you'd be able to clock out and go back to your room where you would immediately fall asleep.

You were too busy to notice that Poe had picked up on how stressed and tired you were. He wished he could help you out, but he was also busy. If he wasn't on a mission, he was filling out reports for his last one. You and Poe used to be able to hang out almost everyday, but now you barely saw each other.

But one day, somehow, Poe got a day off. He slept in, catching up on lost sleep, then immediately went to find you. It wasn't too hard, you were at your desk in the back, typing away while your eyes were glued to the screens around you.

"Hey," Poe said, leaning up against the wall next to your desk. "How are you doing?"

You sighed, your eyes not leaving your work. "To be honest, I think my eyes have been burned by these screens."

Poe laughed then pulled up a nearby chair, sitting next to you. "I'm being serious, I know how much you've been working."

"I'm surprised they let you have a day off, Poe, and that spending your time with me while I'm stuck working," you replied, switching to the next report.

"C'mon, you know I wouldn't want to be anywhere else on my day off. Besides, you need a break, too."

You let out a weak laugh. "You know I can't take a break, Poe. The reports just keep coming in and I can't get behind-"

"I see how it's stressing you out, you need to take a step back," Poe cut you off, his hand covering yours and stopping your typing.

You looked over at him, the tiredness in your eyes clearly there. "I want to, Poe. I want to hang out with you like we used to, but it'll just be more overwhelming if I take a break and let these pile up."

Poe sighed and pulled his hand away, but you didn't start typing right away. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

"Trust me, you'll be the first person I'll look for, Poe," you replied with a small smile before turning back to your work.

Poe watched as you immediately got back into a flow. He thought for a moment then stood up, took his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders before leaving.

You stopped for a second to slip your arms into the sleeves. Poe's scent still lingered on it through the day and it kept you warm as you worked. At the end of your shift, you wanted to go return it to Poe, but you were too tired.

You had enough energy to go back to your room and quickly get ready for bed. Right before you crawled into bed, you pulled Poe's jacket on over your pajamas. Surprisingly, his scent was still on it and it brought you comfort after your long day.

With Poe's jacket on, you fell asleep quickly and the stress of the day melted away.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fanfic #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic

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haberdashing · 4 months

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I just want to take a moment and talk about vaccines.

Not the vaccine controversy. Not the Covid-19 vaccine. Just... vaccines.

The basic concept of them is wild to begin with!

Someone noticed that people who got one disease became immune to another, more dangerous one. They learned that this was connected to why some diseases can only strike a person once, that the body has a system of striking down invaders once it knows them well enough to recognize their shape. And then they took that concept and were able to apply it to some small fraction of a disease, something that is not nearly strong enough to actually hurt a person but has the same shape of the illness it's modeled after, and turned it into something you inject directly into the body. And now your body knows that disease's shape. And now you're immune to it. Perhaps forever.

And we've used that concept to do a lot in the way of promoting public health.

You're probably aware of smallpox being eradicated. But think about it again. A vicious disease that preyed upon humanity for millennia, killed untold millions, caused plague after plague. Gone forever. At this point, many of us don't even have the scars from its eradication--but some do. Some still have a scar on their body that acts as proof that they are old enough to know of smallpox, and young enough to have been part of the campaign that destroyed it.

But did you know smallpox wasn't the only disease eradicated by vaccination?

Rinderpest doesn't get as much press, likely because it never affected humans directly, but that doesn't mean it wasn't a scourge in its own right. It killed cattle in a week or two after the first symptoms, causing them a painful, unpleasant death--and it almost always did end in death, in the end, with a mortality rate second perhaps only to rabies. And if the suffering of the cattle weren't enough, think of the cattle farmers who could only stand by and watch as their herds were ravaged by this plague, as it spread from beast to beast until there were no survivors, and the animals that they had poured so much time, energy, and attention into were nothing but diseased, rotting flesh.

And rinderpest, too, was eradicated by a worldwide vaccination campaign. Nobody ever has to worry about it anymore. Rinderpest is gone forever, just like smallpox.

We're not far off with polio, either. You probably know the old stories of polio as a threat, of children afraid to swim in pools with other children, of whole wards of hospital patients within iron lungs for their entire lives. But the vast majority of people reading this post know that only through those old stories, not through lived experience.

There are only two countries now where wild polio remains endemic. ("Wild polio" is here used to differentiate it from polio as a complication of use of the live vaccine, which does happen, unfortunately.) Those countries are Afghanistan and Pakistan, for which the reasons behind the eradication campaign's delayed success are, sadly, all too obvious. But even in those war-torn countries, a total of twelve (12) cases of polio were reported in 2023. That's a far cry from the days where it was a threat looming in every neighborhood.

We could eradicate polio in the coming years, too. We're not far off. It's been complicated by politics and logistics, but we've already overcome a lot of the same. Soon, polio might become just another historical footnote.

All because one scientist noticed that the milkmaids who got cowpox never seemed to get ill during smallpox epidemics. And all because humanity as a whole banded together and campaigned to eradicate diseases for good with this new knowledge.

It's not just polio, either. If we all worked together, we might be able to eradicate measles, mumps, rubella... it'll never be all diseases, not even close--some mutate too fast, others have too many wild animal hosts--but with a bit of a push we can take a few more of those diseases that ruined countless lives across human history and turn them into a historical footnote and curiosity, names that once inspired terror becoming merely quaint and old-fashioned.

Isn't that a wonderful thought?

#personal #shitpost #vaccines #vaccination

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berylgrace · 4 months

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final episode review

this show has been... a rollercoaster to say the least. some thoughts (good and bad) under the cut.

the fight with ares... loved seeing percy come into his own wrt his power, wish the fight had lasted longer than literally thirty seconds... i know the idea was drawing first blood but that scene made it look easy, which it WASN'T, because he's the GOD OF WAR

olympus looked really cool

love love loved the poseidon scene, which surprised me after i was so disappointed by ep7. although it was a weird choice to have him just immediately come in and surrender, i guess we're going with the angle that he trusts percy enough to know there are bigger things at stake. still kinda weird for a prideful god tho

it's more afterwards that i enjoyed. as i said to @posallys literal minutes ago, he tells percy that the sea does not like to be restrained, while the two of them have an exchange that reads, very emotionally, as two people trying their absolute HARDEST to restrain themselves: poseidon being bound by godly rules and unable to say directly what he wants to, and percy holding back on asking the questions he's wanted to ask his entire life, being respectful, calling him sir

mixed feelings about the luke thing. i liked the atmosphere of the scene, the fireworks and celebratory vibe juxtaposed against the darkness and percy being alone with luke, but the way it played out didn't make sense. he (and annabeth) were certain it was clarisse, and had no reason to suspect luke, but we had a case of "inexplicably percy knows everything" yet AGAIN as he just... connects the dots? except there WERE NO DOTS TO CONNECT?

luke's explanation being that he didn't report clarisse bc of her supporters and needing proof - completely believable! absolutely no reason to question that.

which brings me to annabeth being there. she's supposed to be keeping an eye on clarisse, so what prompted her to follow percy and luke to the woods instead? she trusts luke, she doesn't trust clarisse. make it make sense

thankfully i don't think this will affect her defense of luke because although she heard it all (...okay), luke attacked after percy mentioned hermes. annabeth had already warned him about that, going as far as to shut off the iris message before he could mention him. so i guess in her mind she can justify the attack that way (unlike she would've been able to with the scorpion but... rip that i guess) and still believes luke is good, just misguided

"I'm here to recruit," line went hard as FUCK

the bait and switch with the sally reunion only to turn into kronos? that was rude to do to me at 2am. did not see it coming. kinda cool

postcredits with gabe just... everyone else has said it better yeah but the whole point is that sally CAN'T divorce gabe, this is her only way out without being completely ruined financially, it just takes away so much from her character. like? if she could've divorced him all that time why didn't she? i know abusive relationships are complex and people stay for certain reasons but sally only stays bc she cannot leave financially. he literally had to DIE and her to sell the statue in order to barely afford living on her own (bc in SOM, percy talks about how they struggle with money, and the skateboard shop is a treat)

so... out of 10 i would give this show like, a 5. it was just frustrating at times, paced weirdly, and i would like to see a season 2 and hope for improvements. also a big shoutout to leah's hair at the very end?? so cute i nearly cried

#pjotv #pjo crit #txt #don't get mad at me i don't care

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silvergomez · 9 months

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House Of Ashes In Among Us 5 : Mira HQ

Eric : So Guys, After a long time we are going to play the new map!

Jason : Airship?

Eric : No! Mira Hq!

Jason : So it's not the new map, right idiot .

Salim : For what aggressiveness my friends?

Eric : He who started...

Rachel : Screw it! Start the fucking game right away.

Eric : But first I'll say something...I added the guardian angel role.

Joey : Sounds interesting but what exactly is it for?

Eric : When someone dies That person can use a shield protecting another innocent from the imposter.

Dar : is that all he does?

Eric : yes just that.

Dar : And what does it help with?

Eric : No more stupid questions, everyone ready?

Clarice : Yes!

Merwin : If the pretty girl agrees, I agree too.

Joey : You seem a little rusty to be flirting, don't you think?

Merwin : That's not what your mother told me in her bed yesterday...

*merwin and joey laugh*

Eric : Let's get started this one getting too long...

Shhh...

1 imposter on board

Joey : Wow this new cafetery is very beautiful..

Salim : Really, look at the clouds outside...

Joey : This map has been here for a while but it's a classic..

Salim : True true, it is a classic and incredible.

Rachel : Are the two stooges going to stay there or are they going to do the tasks?

Salim : We're going to do that... huh

Joey : Wow I have a task Over there... Uh how sad for me.

*Sabotaged Lights*

Salim : oh god I can't see anything....

Rachel : oh great it was just what we needed...

*A strange noise*

Salim : oh my god what was that?

Rachel : I don't know but it was close...

Merwin : It was nothing guys I just tripped...

Rachel : It had to be the merwin...

Merwin : haha but speaking of which where are the others?

Rachel: I don't know if you noticed anymore. It's dark in here.

Salim : I'll go there and try to help... Bye to you.

merwin : Wow, what was that?

Rachel : Someone has to do something here, right?

Merwin : I think so?

*On the other side of the map*

Nick : this task is so boring!! I hate this.

Clarice : Problems with the card?

Nick : Oh yeah! I can't I can't swipe the card...

Eric : Hey you devils, aren't you going to help me fix this damn light?

Nick : Just a second let me pass this card...

Clarice : let me help you if not you will stay there forever.

Nick : Oh yes...of course.

*lights come back*

Clarice : wow finally, Eric managed to fix the lights.

Nick : yes... Haha but still I feel humiliated for not being able to make a damn card.

Clarice : We are not always good at everything.

*Body reported*

Salim : Eric's body where he fixes the lights..

Clarice : What? But how? He was alive just now...how-how did he die?

Salim : I don't know, I converted the lights and when they came back I saw his body there.

Nick : I think it's you.it could only be you Clarice was with me the whole time.

Salim : I? I swear it wasn't me... I had come from the cafeteria I wouldn't kill and report... especially Early in the game It's too risky.

Clarice : He's right...It doesn't make sense for him to be the imposter nick, someone killed him And got into the vent.

Nick : Yeah but I'll still keep an eye on you.

Rachel : And also when I was in the cafeteria and the lights went out he could have killed me but he didn't... so I dare say Salim is innocent.

merwin : True, but don't trust it that much..

Jason : So let's Skip for now?

Rachel : I don't know I'm a little suspicious of you.

Jason : Of me? Again? Serious? I was there in the lab It can't be me... At least not this time.

Rachel : Could have used the ventilation.And as far as I know last time, the one who kept turning off the lights was you.

Jason : That's not enough evidence to say it's me.

Joey : Guys,stop accusing without proof, only accuse when you have Enough Evidence to Prove your claim.

merwin : When did you get so smart?

Joey : watching Among Us videos on YouTube of course.

merwin : So boy you got the upper hand.

Dar : Since no one knows who the imposter is Let's just give Skip soon and stop this Idiocy of accusing others.

*All vote Skip*

*No one was ejected*

Salim : They're suspicious of me...shit.

Nick : He looks suspicious to me.

Clarice : But why would he report knowing it's risky for him?

Nick : Exactly why. if you get it right he might have done it like "oh I reported it so it can't be me because it's risky for the imposter" so no one suspects him..

Clarice : Makes sense...but let's not jump to conclusions, Let's think Better about it It's just the beginning...

Nick : ok ok i will try...

*On the other side of the map*

Dar : Damn task! Now there are only two left to finish everything.

*Strange noises again*

dar : Yup! I finally finished this damn task-

*two hands Grasp Dar's face And spin his backwards breaking it,his body falls to the ground dead*

??? : hahahahaha....

To be Continued 🤫

#house of ashes #eric king #jason kolchek #joey gomez #dark pictures anthology #rachel king #clarice stonks #salim othman #dar basri #nick kay #nathan merwin

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pigeonwhumps · 1 year

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Hunting Night

Sam and Lucan masterlist

Whump Girl Summer day 5: hunted for sport | traditions

@whumpawoman

Taglist: @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @onlybadendings @whumpofdory @haro-whumps @flowersarefreetherapy @enigmawritesstuff @quietly-by-myself

Kara and Edith are hunted as part of a centuries-old tradition.

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CWs: non-human whumpee, use of silver on a vampire and werewolf, slavery, hunting for sport, bounty hunting, mentioned murder, hate crime, discrimination, dehumanisation, burning, taunting, bound, broken bones, painful transformation, whumpee thinks caretaker is new whumper, caretaker turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, implied past rape, mentioned panic attack, branding, grief, vigil mention, scared whumpee, expectation/fear of punishment, sadistic whumpers, gore, drinking blood

She should've known better.

That's all Kara can think as the bus grinds to a halt yet again. She should've known better. Tonight's Hunting Night, and everyone knows you don't go out on Hunting Night. Even humans don't, if they can help it, because it's so easy to pretend that, well, you attacked them because you thought they were a glamoured faerie or an untransformed werewolf and it wasn't your fault, really, and although Hunting Night is illegal the police don't care enough to even give cautions. No non-human would ever report an attack anyway.

They should never have gone out. Certainly not in the late afternoon. But the fridge broke, and Edith's blood apparently tastes bad (she won't say so, but the look on her face was proof enough), and she went so long without anything at all that Kara never wants her to make do with sour blood. Kara's food is going off too, she won't be able to eat it all before it's rotten. And on top of all that, Edith seems to believe it's her fault, somehow.

So they had to go and buy UHT mini blood cartons, and ice, and something for Kara to make Edith feel better, and Edith panicked because they were selling blood cartons laced with silver for punishing your vampire (her reading skills are still very rusty, Kara's going to kill whoever fed her them in the past), and then some people's treatment of Edith had reminded Kara of her own slavery and she'd had a panic attack, and everyone was staring and they'd almost left half the shopping behind in their rush to leave before someone called the cops.

And now they're stuck in a traffic jam. They're unlikely to make it back before moonrise, which is when the hunt starts despite being well before sunset, and this year's Hunting Night falls on a full moon.

She checks her watch. 19:00. Definitely won't make it back.

She presses the button, waiting anxiously for the bus to stop.

"We gotta get off an' walk, baby," she mutters to Edith, standing in front of her – slaves aren't allowed to sit in seats on buses if even one passenger objects and she hates it. "Moonrise."

Edith's eyes widen and she follows Kara off the bus when it finally stops, full rucksack on her shoulders.

Kara takes her hand and hurries along the pavement, taking a quick turn into an alley she knows far too well.

"Okay. Right. It ain't far, that bus takes the long way round, but we might not make it 'ome in time. If anyone attacks, Edie, run like 'ell. Ya got it? I can defend meself, jus' get outta 'ere."

"Yes, Mistress Kara."

Kara... isn't sure Edith will leave, actually, but if she pushes she'll get cowering or begging or freezing that they don't have time for, so she just nods.

"Good."

They're close when Edith does actually freeze, glancing up at the sky. Kara feels the heart palpitations she always gets when her body's partway between one form and another, at the start of her transformation, body chemicals shifting. She drops Edith's hand and backs away slightly, gritting her teeth.

Her bones and muscles crack as they break and reform, and at first it's not too bad, it's a bit like stretching, but then it gets stronger and stronger until she can't do anything but let out an ear-splitting scream. Halfway through, the scream turns into a howl, as her snout lengthens, vision changing.

She pants as she feels the aftershocks of the change, slowing down but still there. Edith is frozen entirely, eyes wide.

Vampires really don't smell good.

Kara's instincts are more animalistic like this, but as she's got older, she can recognise people, control herself a bit. When she was fifteen she may well have attacked Edith. Or perhaps not – the vampire is definitely in her pack.

Someone laughs from the end of the alleyway, and she shrinks into the shadows, Edith following.

"You might be hiding but I know you're down there! We heard you change! Come out, come out, little werewolf."

Kara sees them. There's five, and they smell like sweat and cheap aftershave and silver. And there's bloodlust in there too, excitement, the thrill of the hunt.

In a fluid motion, she grabs Edith, swings the vampire onto her back, and bounds the other way down the alley. She just runs, with no regard to where she's going. She has to get away.

She skids to a halt as the smell of silver hits her nose, so much of it, and more humans too. She hears a *thud* and hopes that Edith's okay. She emits a low growl and backs away, keeping an eye on the three heavily-beweaponed humans, low to the ground with ears pinned flat to her head.

Then there's laughter behind her, humans she somehow missed, and she yelps as her tail is pulled, spinning to see the five humans from the other alley.

"You were right about blockading these alleys. Two already. Tonight's gonna be a good night, I can feel it in my bones."

Kara snarls, lip curling so they can see her teeth. An instinctive movement that shows one of her greatest weaknesses to the hunters. What seems to be their ringleader guffaws.

"Oh, this is gonna be easy. It's no fun, it can't even fight back."

"Still adding it to the tally though. We've got ourselves a stray werewolf. How many points is that again?"

Edith steps between her and the humans with a growl. "Stay away from her."

Two humans grab Edith as she swings a punch, pulling her off to the side and throwing her rucksack and ear defenders into a skip. She struggles desperately, more than Kara's ever seen. More than she thought possible from Edith. But despite the vampire's strength, she doesn't manage to get away before silver ropes are wound around her arms, binding them together. Then four of the humans can hold her still.

"Guard-class vampire," reports one, looking at her bracelet. "Dunno whose it is though. Kara... Evans."

"Who cares? Must be a runaway. We need to mark these two for proof it was us."

"Might be safer to just mark the bodies."

"Now, where's the fun in that?"

Kara tries to rise slightly, in preparation for another escape attempt, but before she can even process it her skin's burning. Her snout's first, and then her body and she tried to shake it off, scratch it but that just burns her pads, it doesn't come off and she howls in agony. She can't hear or feel anything else beyond the burning that's everywhere, all-encompassing, completely overwhelming. It's so much and she can't stop it.

Edith watches, horrified, as the diluted silver hits Mistress Kara. She howls and immediately tries to get it off, scratching at her fur and turning endlessly.

She won't manage it. It'll burn and burn and eventually burn through skin and flesh and bone if it's left on long enough, that liquid sticks, and then her arms and legs will dissolve, and they'll taunt her, place blood where she could reach it if she had arms, if she could stand. And, well, if she only managed to control herself better, this wouldn't be happening. She might even be allowed some of that blood. A few licks off the basement floor would be enough, please, she's not sure she can keep going.

She hears an animalistic whine and jolts. She's not there, she's in the present, with the hunters, and that's just as dangerous.

Her arms are burning from the rope but it's not about her. Mistress Kara is being hurt and the hunters are going to kill them both and there's nothing she can do about it.

The hunters' laughter is raucous without any ear protection, but she can't do anything to help and she isn't about to show them that it hurts. She knows what humans do when she shows weakness.

"It's not going anywhere now. Time for the marking. Hold the vampire's face."

Edith's head is grabbed by multiple hands, all over, suffocating, sweaty hands and too much contact as a circular silver thing that looks like a branding iron is positioned above her cheek. She's been branded before, but she can't get away as the silver stamp comes down on her cheek.

The pain takes her breath away, she can't even scream as the silver's pressed in and held until it's nearly burned through her cheek.

"Stinks."

"Yeah, well, get used to it or go home, there's gonna be a lot tonight. Now for the werewolf. Paint it. It is an animal, after all."

A can's chucked across and some of the humans guffaw as one of them starts to spray.

"Should tag their ears as well. We're slaughtering them like livestock apparently, after all. Isn't that what those activists say?"

"Those idiots should be hunted too. Their views are too backward to let them live."

Amanda. They're talking about Amanda and others like her. That's the final straw for Edith. The hunters have slackened their grip and she focuses, ripping her arms free. She grabs the nearest hunter and sinks her fangs into his neck.

Oh, she hasn't had blood directly from a human in so long. Shame it's tainted by bitter alcohol but it's so warm, warm and pumping. She doesn't have time to drink the full hunter, instead turning to the next.

She's quick enough that they don't start screaming and fighting until she's on her third hunter.

It all becomes a bit of a blur after that. She comes out of a daze, stomach full of warm human blood, injured a little possibly, when the remaining hunters are all dead on the ground.

Good.

She's surprised she managed it actually, she thought she was trained better. But Mistress Kara was in danger.

Edith approaches Mistress Kara, careful not to touch any silver on the way. She's still pawing at the diluted silver, and Edith touches her snout cautiously. She shouldn't touch her owner in this way but she has to. The silver burns as she attempts to brush some off.

"Mistress Kara? Are you here?"

Mistress Kara yips at her, still pawing at her snout. The hunters didn't manage to get much spray paint on her before Edith killed her, that's good. About the only good thing, aside from them not being dead.

"We need to go home. Can you lead the way? This vampire does not know it."

Mistress Kara stops pawing herself and stares at Edith, and Edith repeats herself calmly. After a few minutes she seems to understand.

Well, almost.

She sniffs the air, and limps her way over to a large skip. Edith follows.

Oh. She didn't realise where Mistress Kara's belongings had gone. She thought the hunters had taken them or maybe she just hadn't thought at all. She pulls them out, swinging the backpack over her shoulders, holding her ear defenders in one hand.

They're not too bad. A bit smelly, and damp, but they'll be okay.

"Thank you, Mistress Kara."

Mistress Kara yips again, pressing her snout up against Edith's palm, and starts limping down the road.

Mistress Kara was right earlier, it isn't far, and Molly comes bounding up when Edith unlocks the door. She strokes the dog's head and drops the backpack in the hallway, grateful at least that they didn't bring Molly. Molly isn't hurt.

"Hello Molly. Mistress Kara, Edith is going to wash your fur, if that is acceptable, and then comb it out. It should get the silver out. Edith has done it on hair before, but not fur." Edith pauses momentarily. "Edith does not know how much you understand in this form, but please be lenient on this vampire. Edith understands this vampire needs to be punished for pretending she has agency but it is an emergency."

Mistress Kara whines, and Edith leads the way to the bathroom, Mistress Kara's snout pressed into her cupped hand. She wonders whether it's something to do with the familiar smell, if it's somehow distracting or grounding.

"Edith will make the shower warm but you do not have to wait, Mistress Kara." She strips down to her underwear and picks up the grooming brush, stepping into the shower. The water is freezing when she turns it on, but she stands under it anyway, washing off the silver that's made its way onto her. Slaves shouldn't waste warm water on themselves. But she has to wash herself, because it's more effective to help Mistress Kara if she is not also burning.

That's what she tells herself anyway. She shouldn't be cleaning herself without Mistress Kara's permission, if Mistress Kara wants her to stay with silver on her for any reason that's her prerogative. Mistress Kara will punish her later for her audacity, she's sure. She has to.

Mistress Kara bounds into the shower before it's warm and stands under the shower, turning round and round in circles. She lets out a happy yip.

"Edith will brush your silver out, Mistress Kara," says Edith, "will you stay still so this vampire can?"

Mistress Kara stills, vibrating in place and sticking her snout out. Edith takes the hint and carefully rubs it with a cloth, taking care to reach everywhere and get out every fleck and drip of silver.

The bright red burns stay. They'll be there when she transforms back to human form, Edith knows, and she only hopes they don't scar.

Then she cleans Mistress Kara's ears, careful of the burns that make her owner let out quiet, pained whines. It's not fair, she's so nice, far nicer than she should be to a vampire like Edith, but she keeps being hurt.

"Edith is going to brush your fur now if that is acceptable."

Mistress Kara tilts her head up into the stream of water, washing her eyes out. Edith crouches down and brushes her methodically. She uses Mistress Kara's nice shampoo and conditioner, careful to catch all the snags in her fur and all the silver, liquid and solid and scraps. So many strands are coated and Edith has to scrape them out by hand. It hurts but she doesn't mind, it's what she's for. The pain's nowhere near as bad as the burning brand on her cheek anyway. The transferred silver flecks are washed off now, but it still burns.

She's trying not to think about the brand. If the silver had been pressed there much longer she'd have a hole in her cheek, and she could start to heal but she can't drink without Mistress Kara's permission. Her healing will be slower, then.

She gently holds the werewolf's paws up as she cleans them one by one, gentle with the toes that have been cut, scrubbing the edges of her pads thoroughly. There's not so much silver on them, only the bits she transferred herself, but anything on the ground could've been covered in silver, Edith doesn't know. So she cleans everything carefully.

"Is there anything else this vampire needs to clean?" Edith asks uncertainly. In answer, Mistress Kara jumps out of the shower and shakes herself off. Edith rubs her with a towel, and then quickly towels herself off and dresses. Mistress Kara won't want to see her naked if she doesn't have to. Right? Right.

She is not sure where the burn cream is kept, unfortunately. She hopes Mistress Kara can forgive her.

"You should rest, Mistress Kara. You will be all right now." Mistress Kara nudges her hand, and she's taken aback, despite all the past kindness she's received from her. "You would like this vampire to come with you?" The werewolf yips. "This vampire will come then."

Mistress Kara bounds ahead and jumps onto her bed. Edith tries to lie on the floor or at least at the foot of Mistress Kara's bed, but Mistress Kara tugs at her until she's in the middle, the werewolf curled around her.

It's very warm and comfortable, and Mistress Kara falls asleep quickly. Edith has to resist the urge to join her – although she has finished most of her job, she cannot leave anything incomplete. It doesn't matter how little she's slept recently, or how comfortable she is here, she is a slave and needs to finish working before she's allowed to rest. Besides, Mistress Kara didn't say she was allowed to sleep.

There's sunlight filtering through the curtains when Kara wakes.

Her memories of the night before are vague at first, although she remembers the terror and pain. The longer she's awake in her human form though, the clearer the memories become. The hunters. Edith defending her and being hurt for it. The silver. The smell of Edith helping her back to herself. Edith tending to her.

Kara's face and hands still sting, despite Edith's best efforts. The injuries will heal with time, but they might scar. She'll have to check them over.

She's so much less stiff than usual after a transformation, though. Edith didn't just remove the silver, she did it so thoroughly, so carefully. Even her tailbone isn't aching as much as it should after her tail was yanked like that, and her hair is shiny and so soft. It gives Kara hope that the vampire's not just scared of her, she might actually care too.

God, Kara hopes so. She doesn't want to force Edith to stay with someone she's scared of. She'd never want that. She is not like her owner was.

A thought strikes her suddenly. Oh. Oh, god. She's curled up, in her human form, naked around Edith. She scrambles to her feet, face heating, remembering her insistence that Edith sleep with her. Okay. Okay. Edith won't think anything of it, right?

She hopes fervently that she doesn't. The first (and last) time Kara accidentally made an innuendo about having sex with Edie, she'd panicked and hidden for a week.

Time to look at her injuries, she supposes. The vampire's still asleep, and she heads to the bathroom, fully expecting to need to clean it. There was a lot of mess. But it's sparkling.

Oh, Edie. Of course. Kara feels a pang of gratefulness mixed with sorrow. She's not sure she could deal with cleaning it today but at the same time, she knows why Edie did it. Why she would've thought it was her job. She would've cleaned instead of sleeping.

Kara tilts her head to either side as she looks in the mirror. Her injuries don't look too bad. Edith must've gotten most of the silver off before it had a chance to burn her too much. It takes longer to burn her than Edith, after all.

She pads groggily into the kitchen and picks up a couple of blood cartons for Edith. She won't have eaten without express permission either.

When she gets back to her room, Kara tucks her weighted blanket around the small vampire, smiling helplessly as she pulls it tighter around herself, nuzzling into it. She's so sweet, Kara doesn't understand how anyone could want to harm her.

She needs to contact Amanda, tell her they're safe. Her phone was in her rucksack, and Edith unpacked that. Where would she have put it?

On the bedside table, apparently. Kara slides it onto her hand, muttering into it until she has a coherent message for Amanda. She's just sent it when she notices the breaking news alert.

Oh, god, why does she leave those on? Actually she knows why, but last night was not the night for them.

Vampire nest destroyed in Hunting Night raid

She sinks down on the floor under the window, hugging her knees to her chest and watching Edith. She doesn't even bother to open the article, slamming her phone into the carpet with a soft thump. She knows what it'll say.

She's exhausted. All the hate... it's too much. How can humans hate so many species so viciously, so thoughtlessly? How do they have the capacity for it? To kill and maim so many, and barely mention it, barely care. They don't even bother to try and get the terms right.

Not all humans, she reminds herself forcefully. Not all. People like Amanda... they care. But they don't always make it out alive.

She pulls herself up small, blinking back tears. Today they rest. Today the volunteers recover the bodies and count the missing and mark the dead. Kara and Edith will both start to heal, some scars fading faster than others. They're luckier than some. At least they're both still here.

Tomorrow the community remembers. The names go on the wall, in a vigil broadcast live from the Isle of Man, and they remember, and they grieve. Those they knew, those they didn't. Humans, non-humans. The vampire den on the news will only be the start of last night's casualties.

And then they'll try their best to survive another year.

Kara looks down at Edith, snuffling in her sleep, and amends that sentence.

She will keep Edith safe for another year.

And another, and another. And hopefully they can both stay safe for the rest of their lives.

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missvelvetsstuff · 1 year

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Where You Goin, Star?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam. Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Chapter 9

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff

John Walker was panicking, everything was falling apart so quickly and he didn't know what to do. He was supposed to keep Y/N around until they had a kid but that damn biker came back and ruined everything.

He shook his head, he always knew what to do. He was John fucking Walker, West Point graduate, decorated Army Captain, congressman on his way to the Oval office. He had a beautiful wife and her family fortunes. He was-. Interrupted by the doorbell- thank God she's here.

He answered the door to see the love of his life, Olivia.

Olivia was mad at first, when he married Y/N. But after a long talk he made her realize that it would be good for their relationship. Well, good for his career which was always the most important thing to him.

John had a plan when they got married, he would rule over Y/N. Beat her into submission so that she didn't question where the money was going. Her father on the other hand asked too many questions. She didn't even question her father's heart attack and it was easy enough to seduce Sharon, to convince her to give Alexander Pierce the injection that made his heart sieze and stop. False promises of being with her when Y/N was taken care of and 7 figure deposits in her Cayman account smoothed the way.

John Walker had it all under control until Bucky fucking Barnes waltzed back into town, making heart eyes at his wife. Even worse, his return seemed to light a spark in Y/N that John was sure he had snuffed out completely.

And now she had proof that Olivia's kid was also his. He should have known that Pierce had some dirt on him. He was panicking because he was sure that wasn't all the dirt that conniving old man had.

Olivia came into the penthouse "John, baby? Are you alright? What happened? You never call on Tuesdays, I had a hard time finding a sitter for Johnny.

How can I help?"

John smiled at Olivia, a real, loving smile, his wife never cared about his feelings or needs unless he was taking it out on her, and gave her a hug murmuring in her ear "You help just by being here. I love you so much, baby."

Olivia pulled back "What did that selfish bitch do? I don't know why you haven't gotten rid of her yet."

John kissed her "I'm so sorry baby but I won't be able to see you for awhile. Somehow that bitch has a DNA report, that proves Johnny is mine. If that gets out my career will be over.

Brock is taking care of her but I'll have to play the mourning husband and all eyes will be on me. When things blow over we will be able to be together for real, to get married and we will have the Pierce fortunes to take care of us."

He rubbed her almost flat belly "We should be together before our little girl gets here."

Olivia smiled "Whatever you need baby."

John smiled and wondered why his wife wasn't like that. Her father promised she would be the perfect, submissive wife. Olivia kneeled in front of him "Let me take some of that stress for you."

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When Bucky got the call from Nick Fury his heart stopped. He ran to his bike and raced to the Pierce house, arriving when the paramedics did. He didn't remember jumping off his bike and bolting into the house right in front of them.

"Star! STAR! Where are-"

He stopped when he saw her on the couch, lifeless, an empty syringe and tourniquet on the coffee table in front of her.

"Nonononono, Star, please" he tried to shake her and gently slapped her face with no response. He turned to the paramedics with tears in his eyes, moving out of the way so they could help her.

The EMT looked at the syringe and shook his head, reaching for the narcan and injecting her. He recognized her and Bucky from the recent groundbreaking. "You're not her husband?"

Bucky shook his head "No just a friend. I think someone drugged her. A friend of mine got a call from one of her bodyguards but he must have left right after. Her husband is-"

The paramedic nodded "I know who he is." He looked at the syringe. "Don't touch that so it can be checked for fingerprints."

A police car pulled up a few moments later and the officers came inside to check things out. The EMT told them what he found when he arrived, pointing out the syringe. One of them put on some gloves and put the syringe and tourniquet in a bag after taking a couple of pictures.

Y/N groaned softly and tried to open her eyes. She tried to speak but only coughed. Bucky brought her some water. She looked at him "Jamie? I must have died but it's already better than being alive."

Bucky hugged her gently "It's real Star. You're alive and I'm here. How do you feel?"

She groaned "Like a truck hit me. Everything hurts."

The EMT looked her over "That's normal with an overdose. You should be more careful.

We need to take you to the hospital. Just because you're feeling better now doesn't mean you are out of the woods yet."

The EMT's loaded her into the ambulance and Bucky held her hand all the way to the hospital.

Once she had been thoroughly evaluated the attending physician decided to keep her overnight.

"Mrs Walker besides the overdose you are dehydrated, underweight and likely more but we have to wait for your blood tests to come back. You have extensive bruising on your neck, shoulders, backside and thighs. The gynecological exam found evidence of forced coitus, including vaginal and rectal tearing."

Star looked confused "Overdose? I don't remember...?" She trailed off.

"I see. Do you remember being raped?"

Star nodded

"You will need to file a police report and a records release with the hospital so we can give them the medical reports.

Your dinner should be here soon, I've ordered a bland diet for tonight. Eat and get some rest, I'll check on you in the morning."

After the doctor left two detectives came in, introducing themselves as Det Coulson and Det May. By the time she had gone over the events of the last few days, Star was exhausted.

When she woke up the next morning Bucky was sleeping in one of the chairs but he woke up when he heard her moving around.

Bucky told her his side of yesterday's events including the syringe he found on the coffee table.

She shook her head "I don't do needles. That's not mine."

Bucky nodded "I had a feeling. Do you think John would try to kill you?"

"There's no reason for him to- wait" she groaned holding her head "When I was cleaning out my father's office I found a key for a safe deposit box that had some papers of my dads. A DNA test from John's kid with his ex, Olivia. It was dated last year and she just had a kid.

I talked to Pepper Stark and she was going to help me. John must have been monitoring my texts because he had Brock take me to the penthouse after my lunch with her. It gets fuzzy after that."

She rested her head on Bucky's chest

"I found something else"

Bucky kissed the top of her head and hugged her close for the first time in 3 years. She smelled like vanilla and strawberries, like Heaven, like Home.

"What else did you find, doll?"

"An envelope with Star written on it. In your handwriting. And your grandmother's ring. Brock must have given it to my father." She felt herself choking up

"I'm sorry I doubted you" she couldn't hold back the sobs, gripping his shirt as he squeezed her. "I'm so sorry for all the things I said to you."

Bucky shook his head and shushed her "No, Star, it's not your fault, it's Brock and John. You didn't know. Where did you put everything? The ring?"

She giggled "I gave them to Pepper to keep safe. I didn't want to take any chances."

Bucky loved hearing her laugh a real laugh, the last 3 years had been torture, missing her. "That's my smart girl. They can stay there for right now, until we need them. Unfortunately I don't think John is going to back down when he finds out you survived. He has a lot to lose and we will do everything we can to make sure he loses all of it."

Star nodded, feeling happy and hopeful for the first time in years.

After she had breakfast the doctor showed up. He looked at her chart and gave her a quick once over. "How are you feeling, Mrs Walker?"

Star grimaced "Please call me Y/N or Ms Pierce if you must. I never wanted to be Mrs Walker and will be changing that as soon as possible."

The doctor nodded "Fine Ms Pierce. How do you feel?"

Star smiled softly "Honestly I still feel pretty bad, mostly achy all over with hot and cold chills, like with a high fever. Emotionally I'm better, much better."

"Those are typical symptoms of withdrawal. I'm guessing yesterday wasn't your first brush with opiates." He looked at her knowingly.

She looked down "No, I've been dependent on them for awhile but only pills from a doctor, I've never used needles or anything like that."

"I recommend you check into a rehab, there are some excellent ones locally."

She shook her head "Does it have to be inpatient? I just wanna go home."

"It can be done outpatient but with all the physical trauma you've had I'm concerned for your safety. Do you have somewhere safe that you can stay?"

Star shrugged "I'm not sure but I'm-"

Tony Stark interrupted her as he walked in the door with Pepper "You can stay with us. Stark tower is one of the most secure buildings in the city and I have a small suite near our penthouse that we use for important guests." He looked at her fondly "It's all yours for as long as you need."

Star smiled nervously "Tony, it's so kind of you to offer but I don't want to impose."

Tony scoffed "Impose? Are you kidding me? Pepper can't wait to have you with us. It'll make it easier to meet with doctors, attorneys and all that."

Bucky was beside himself "Thank you Tony but you realize we're a package deal, right?"

Tony rolled his eyes "Far be it from me to seperate you lovebirds after all this time apart. Luckily for all of us the living quarters are all soundproof."

Star felt her face heat up but she couldn't stop smiling.

@pattiemac1

Maybe her 30th birthday would be better than she anticipated.

Chapter 10

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #biker au #biker bucky

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In her most recent livestream Lily decided to begin claiming that a mutual friends of your’s (back when you and LO were still friends) named Alison told you about her molesting children/having CP on her computer and that you “just shrugged it off” without having told the police about it. Needless to say, given what an abusive monster that Lily is and the SHITTON of pedophilic fanfiction/porn that he has stashed away on various secret accounts or has tried desperately to scrub from the internet. I think its very fucking safe to say that LO made all of this crap up. Hell, this ‘Alison’ person sounds a whole HELL of a lot like that Tara Callie person that Lily USED to talk about and claim was guilty of these very safe fucking things. . . . .

You absolutely don’t fucking have to respond to or even mention this ask, I just couldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t tell you about this horrible bullcrap that Lily is claiming about you. Its so horrifying to watch this abuse and slander being done by LO to you, Lizzy, Cypher, etc. when she thinks that nobody will be able to hold her fucking accountable for it. Because, surprise, this was absolutely another fucking livestream that has been deleted by LO and not archived by her in the least. I know how awful situations like these ones are, as I’ve had all too familiar experiences with abusers like LO in my own life, and I just want to say what you’re doing is some really great work. That has definitely made a REALLY fucking positive impact on the mental health and well—bring of Lily’s victims. Stay strong, keep doing this incredible work, and one day Lily will find out that abusive, pedophilic monsters like her NEVER fucking succeed in the end!!

I'm glad someone asked me about this directly. I just listened to the clip in full and...hoo boy. Let's begin unpacking that.

(Here's the clip anon is referring to. You can't erase history anymore, Lily.)

First off, there was never anyone in the Valkyr Studios Cinematic Universe named Allison, fake or otherwise. She's talking about Tara Callie. Also, Lily didn't "rat her out". LILY CAME TO ME ASKING IF SHE SHOULD DELETE TARA'S HARD DRIVES.

Now to address the harder, more embarrassing in hindsight aspect to this botched tale; I didn't handle it how it should've been handled. I had no idea what I should do and nobody I could go to for advice. I had also reached a point where I was almost completely convinced Tara Callie didn't exist, which added an extra layer to that "I have no idea how to handle this as a sheltered 19 year old" issue. On a personal note, I'd already dealt with attempting to report my own SM to law enforcement a few years prior to this, only to have it blow up in my face and make everything worse. So in my mind, if something that happened TO ME on a LOCAL LEVEL wasn't enough to be believed, how the hell was I going to get anywhere with an online crime with a person that I wasn't even sure existed at all, from an entirely different country? I racked my brain between the stress I was dealing with IRL to figure out what I should do, or if I should do anything at all, whether I was being played, who I'd contact, how I'd contact them (calling internationally even online was harder back then), etc. No, I didn't handle that situation well. Because I legitimately didn't know what to do. I didn't just "brush it off". It stressed me to no end. All I could think to do at that time was continue to probe "Tara" for any sort of solid proof on whether she was real or not.

LILY KNEW ABOUT TARA'S SEXUAL DEVIANCY THE ENTIRE TIME.

WHICH IS PART OF WHY I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS. LILY KNEW AND ACTED LIKE IT WAS NORMAL. THIS IS NOT THE ONLY INSTANCE OF THIS HAPPENING.

The biggest question I have right now is thus:

WHY WOULD YOU GET DRUNK ON A PUBLIC STREAM WHEN YOU'RE JUGGLING THIS MANY LIES?

#lily orchard #lily peet #peet post #tara callie #evidence #receipts

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☀️ "it's always sunny in Stockholm" ☀️

aka a concert report from Fryshuset Klubben, Stockholm, 1.3.2023

Travelling to our final destination (Stockholm city centre) did not go without hassle (wrong gate at the airport, delays with the commuter train to the city centre, trouble figuring out the venue etc., BC would've been proud!) but everything did work out eventually and we were in good spirits! 🥰

Speaking of the venue, I think none of us would've foreseen that listening to that one song in 2021 would lead us to hang out in the backyard of some random school in Stockholm, but that's where we were, and had good laughs there too :') <3

The venue was small intimate and not full, which to us in the audience was great (it wasn't cramped nor too hot), although for BC's sake I would've hoped there would've been a little bigger turn-up (especially considering at least half of the audience were Finnish fans 😂). They didn't seem to mind though; the show was as 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 as their shows always are

But before I talk about the show, I must once more advertise the support act! Not gonna lie, I had a minor heart attack when hours before the gig, BC posted an IG story starting with the words "due to an illness...", because them cancelling the gig would've been just the cherry on the top of the day we had had already, but it thankfully was Eyes Wide Open that had had to cancel at last minute. A band called Those Without was asked to fill in and boy am I thankful for the universe for this!! 😭🙏 They were so damn good!! I remember listening to their first song and going "huh! this ain't that bad actually" and wondering if it's just that one song, but no, all the other ones they played were great as well, which made me so happy 💖 It was a little funny when the band came on though; they just walked to the stage very unceremoniously and we weren't quite sure whether they were still doing the preperations until they started playing 😂 The singer was cute af, the bassist sang a bit, they were so chill and SO GRATEFUL to be there and just kept thanking BC for this opportunity and us the audience for being so nice to them, and all I wanted to scream was "no, thank YOU!!" because they really made my little punk pop/rock heart burst with love 🥺 If you're into early Mayday Parade / The Maine / Yellowcard -esque stuff, definitely check them out!

Blind Channel was Blind Channel, meaning they were wonderful amazing brilliant and it was great seeing them again 💞 We were ~4th row, there were a few tall people directly in front of us but at least I ended up having a great view to the stage in the end. The stage was high enough and close enough to the audience for me to be able to see their tattoos in detail and I remember admiring Joel's heart tattoo and Olli's three swords (god bless the inventor of sleeveless shirts eh? 🥵)

Random moments I remember include Olli falling asleep/zoning out during Autopsy (he didn't look up at the "HEY!!" part, or maybe he just forgot 😂 (I have video proof lol)) and Joel doing the tiniest snake dance during Snake (it looked like he wasn't going to do it, but then he couldn't help himself, I hope someone captured this 🥺🙏) + the moments in the videos I've posted

They're all so gorgeous but Olli 😩😩😩😩😩 he's so fucking beautiful I have a scheduled meltdown about it on a normal day, but during the show it's just 💦💦💦💦💦💦 all the time 💀 he trousers he was wearing were so tight cool and the sleeveless shirt had me by the pussy swooning 🫠

Flatline is awesome live, including the silly dance, even if in the audience you can't do it as "big" as you're supposed to. No bruise on my left tiddy though, I guess it takes more than one concert for one to appear, so BC should maybe consider wearing some padding on their chests for that 😆👀

After the gig we had an "after party" in a rock bar somewhere in Stockholm (not sure which district). I think here it's relevant to mention that in the queue there was this nice Swedish metal dude standing behind us and probably unwillingly listening to us as we were speaking a merry mix of English and Finnish, and eventually he started chatting with us and ended up joining us inside the venue and even showing us the way to one of his favourite bars when we asked for recs and he also came in for a few drinks with us despite having work the next day (he had also been at the venue the day before to see Sleeping With Sirens and was still wearing the same makeup from that gig 😂👌)

At the same bar there was also Henrik from Amaranthe (who none of us would've recognized if the Swedish metal dude hadn't started fangirling about him 😂)

All in all I had such a fun time on this 24-hour trip and I'm so happy I decided to go. Some of you know how stressed out I was about it; I'm so thankful to anyone who had to listen to me rant my heart out about it. I'm happy to tell you that the experience I had was totally worth it <3

Thank you so incerdibly much to all you guys who were with me at any point of this trip, it wouldn't have been the same without you (you all know who you are <3). Sorry if I was obnoxious or laughed too loudly, but I had such a shit weekend behind me and I was just so happy to get to see my favourite band and to hang out with all of you lovely people that I couldn't contain my excitement. Being there really meant so much to me, because this band and the community we have built around it truly is one of the few lights at the end of the never-ending tunnel I often get lost in. I know this sounds silly and I'm probably being selfish but it made me so sad when BC said they won't be doing that many shows in Finland this summer. Yes, I completely understand that they're aiming for an international career and I'm fully supporting their plans to take over the world (I'm not one of those Finnish fans), and yes, I am aware that as a Finnish fan I'm immensely priviledged as it is and that I've had many more opportunities to see them than most fans living elsewhere have had. This may sound pathetic (or at least I feel pathetic about it), but I really don't have much else going on for me other than BC and everything related to it (nothing that gives me as much serotonin, that is), and if I don't get to see them next summer... I don't know what I'll do. Summers are a bit difficult for me for a variety of reasons, and last summer with all the BC shows was such a blessing, a wonderful distraction from my sad life and the fact that I'm nowhere near where I want to be, and I'm not sure if I can handle another lonely, grey summer and feeling like a failure every waking moment after having experienced all the fun last summer 💔

...so I guess I'm going on a road-trip around Europe next summer 🤔 Who's with me? 😌

#blind channel #the quote in the title © thisisntaparty 💛😌#please keep your eyes on niko on that video 😘#gifs coming up later maybe?#sorry not sorry for adding concert videos to my emotinal ramblings lol this is how i roll #ok to reblog though! 💗#gig reports by theflyingfeeling #my concert

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One Piece Chapter 1088 - Initial Thoughts

So we're back for some more One Piece, and given the title 'Final Lesson' we look to be wrapping up the Fullalead incident.

A giant hand looms over the escape ship, but how will this part wrap up

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release also

A pre-time skip colour spread for this week to commemorate the Netflix live action, even though it comes out the end of next month

We start with a flashback of the 'first lesson' Garp gives to marine students as a guest lecturer

A baby and an old man are stranded on an island of fierce beasts, but you only have a boat that can carry two, what do you do?

Young pre-puberty Coby answers as you'd expect: give the boat to the old man and the baby

But Garp says that's wrong - with a projectile aid - you should leave the old man!

Not-so-subtle foreshadowing eh?

Prince Grus had that cap even back then

Lecturer of course displeased by Garp's statement, since all life must be valued, but Garp retorts that the potential of youth is limitless, and thus you have to protect the future

Flashing further but not in present day, we see the fallout of Amazon Lily where Coby was captured

It appears he offered himself in exchange for 800 other marines and a battleship

Back in the present and we're back with the giant hand, cannonfire being useless against it

Oda, man, why is Tashigi here? I was so excited to see her come on board to contribute to rescuing Coby but she hasn't even stepped one foot off this ship! No fighting, no cutting this giant hand, why do you keep giving her nothing to do? Even Helmeppo's doing something!

Justice will prevail seems to be the prelude to Garp's latest plan

Coby's gonna destroy the hand once Garp gives them an opening, Helmeppo will make sure Coby has a clear shot and then Grus will use his fruit to catch the debris

Coby has doubts, but Garp says to never second guess yourself in the heat of the moment

Y'know like he did against Luffy at Marineford...

Grus and Coby are on the move, and the pirates chase him thinking them weak without Garp

Helmeppo takes a cannonball to give Coby and Grus more distance

Aokiji's back to confront Garp, but tis but a scratch

Aokiji says he was worried, so Garp launches at him, saying it's proof he's gone soft

Garp's taking aim at the main pirate head, right for Pizarro

Pizarro tries to not get distracted, but he eats a Galaxy Divide to the face

Much like Robin's DF, Pizarro sustains damage when the island is hit, which is a gigantic weakness to the fruit really, Pica didn't have that

The impact was able to split the whole pirate head too, which Coby takes as an opening

'So what are you gonna do?' 'I'm gonna live up to his expectations' - that's a good response

More flashing back as Garp asks Helmeppo why Coby is always looking so beaten up

Knowing that he wasn't combat savvy, Coby has been doing extra training on the daily, on top of Garp's special training, including working on the battleship bags

HIbari fears for Coby, as Kujaku looks to flee and Pizarro brags about his size compared to Coby

Honesty Impact goes straight through the hand, and the arm!

Everyone's surprised at Coby's strength, except Garp who's doing his proud parent laugh

Grus catches the debris and Helmeppo catches Coby

Hibari with a tacklehug as well, Coby's been picking up ships quite rapidly in his last few appearances

Celebrations happen as Tashigi confirms the rescue

But of course, Garp tells them to retreat without him

Coby wants to go back, but Grus remains defiant

Garp says they're all the future of the Marines as he stays behind, impaled in ice and surrounded by Blackbeard's men

And a solemn look on Aokiji's face

Narrator tells us that the news will say that Garp is reported as MIA after rescuing Coby, but also the headlines will be overshadowed by the Egghead incident, where Luffy will take on a siege on the future island

A break? Oda was 5 weeks not enough for you!?

It was another really good chapter, one that cements the progress for Coby with that punch.

I will admit that the enjoyment was dampened by the lingering issues I've had with this part of the story; frequent breaks upon breaks have not helped with pacing and Tashigi once again appears but does nothing.

It's not hard Oda, you put her here for a reason right? We could've had her on Egghead right now conflicting over statements that Luffy has captured the guy the Straw Hats let her take the Punk Hazard kids to in order to get treatment. Where's Smoker in all this too? You couldn't even let her cut one person? Could've even had her cut some of the rubble that fell out of Grus' net but noooooooooo. Do something with her, Chekhov's Gun is meant to fire! Also I still miss Bogard.

Also we got nothing of Perona and Moria, which is weird. Maybe they're on the Blackbeard ship going to Egghead? Seems strange we don't see them at all during the incident aside from the flashback of how Coby escaped his cell.

Aside from that though it kinda ended how I expected, Garp always would stay behind to defend Coby. He's looking in a bad spot mind you, but I still can't convince myself he's dead. To be fair, I can't convince myself that Kaido and Big Mom are dead either, but with Garp it feels like with all the Ls Fullalead took they benefit more from Garp being alive and used as a bargaining chip the same way they intended to use Coby. Garp is not SWORD either so the Navy don't have that out to use. In addition, Aokiji's ice can be used for pain relief and the spire could in fact be closing his stab wound, there's more to his face than just sadness.

Now though it seems next chapter we will return to Egghead, a chapter earlier than I predicted, so that must mean that 1090 has something cooking. But once more we are forced to wait, why does Oda like making us wait?

#one piece #one piece spoilers #op spoilers #egghead island arc #blackbeard pirates #SWORD #monkey d garp #aokiji #kuzan #avalo pizarro #coby one piece #helmeppo #prince grus #hibari one piece #tashigi

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Day 29: And then I found you

Rated Teen, Raboniel/Navani, Major RoW spoilers (drawn heavily from chapters 89 and 97 of Rhythm of War) Cross posted on ao3

The Rhythm of War had changed something in the human woman. “Raboniel, negotiate with me, help me. Let’s ignore Odium and join forces,” Navani begged, trying desperately to speak to Command.

Raboniel listened. She truly listened. Hearing the Rhythm of War for the first time had made something new resonate inside Raboniel, too. It was proof that there could be an emulsifier between Odium and Honor.

Raboniel wondered if that emulsifier could be Navani herself.

The years of war and deepening insanity had nearly made Raboniel give up hope, but then she had found Navani Kholin. Her way of approaching a problem, her dedication and focus, was something incredibly precious and important. The woman was a scientific genius the likes of which she had never known.

She knew Navani had been unsuccessful in her efforts to find a bond for the Sibling. It couldn’t have gone better for Raboniel had she planned it herself. Navani was trapped and desperate, and both of them knew it.

And yet, Navani still held a power that even Raboniel couldn’t fully understand, and when there was something she couldn’t understand, she knew she needed to learn how to control it. Navani's genius had provoked a passion in Raboniel that made her give her the title, Voice of Lights. But it didn’t seem enough. Her passion wasn't sated. It made Raboniel want to keep her by her side, forever. To be her Voice.

After she left the room, she listened to Navani fail to move the Sibling into action. And yet, within hours Raboniel heard reports of Navani working feverishly on some plates. The woman was a harmony of passion and reason; perfectly balanced. She did not let her passion overwhelm her, and neither did she completely restrain her passions.

Raboniel could feel her victory over Navani was imminent; and yet, a traitorous part of her wanted to keep their discoveries away from Odium. A small part of her held a secret: she knew He was no longer balanced.

Perhaps Navani was right. Perhaps they could work together to end the war, just not in the way Navani imagined.

. . .

Raboniel watched her daughter’s soul burn through. She had anticipated feeling nothing, but the sadness she’d thought would be eternal burned through her as well, and she cried one last time for her little Essu.

She stood, wiping her eyes. This would be a new beginning for them both.

“What now?” Navani asked.

“Once I have confirmation, I will report this to Odium himself,” Raboniel said to Satisfaction, taking a step closer to Navani. “I would like you here when that happens. After all, you were the mind behind this incredible discovery.”

Within moments, she knew her daughter was dead permanently, and she sang a version of the Song of Prayer to beg Odium’s presence.

A white light enveloped both mortals as they were given access to Odium’s vision. Rayse stood tall in his golden robes, appearing as the same human form she had followed and worshipped since before she’d become a Fused. Seeing him helped to strengthen her own passion. He was a god she could no longer believe in.

RABONIEL, YOU HAVE IMPORTANT NEWS THAT WILL CHANGE THE OUTCOME OF THE WAR.

“Yes,” Raboniel said, and bowed. “The Voice of Lights has made the incredible discovery of anti-Voidlight. I used this dagger, powered by an anti-Voidlight fabrial, to kill a Fused permanently. With this knowledge, we will be able to create anti-Stormlight. We will be able to kill Radiants permanently. No more endless cycles of spren returning to new human hosts–we will be able to win. Permanently.” She watched Navani out of the corner of her eyes, and saw exactly what she wanted to see. Fear. Rage. Betrayal. Navani knew it was her fault this was happening.

Raboniel knelt to Odium, and she proffered the dagger towards him, resting in her outstretched hands.

THIS IS GOOD NEWS, INDEED, Odium said. He stepped forward and reached for the dagger, as Raboniel knew he would. He could not resist any amount of power.

In an instant, Navani leapt forward. With a speed powered by rage, she grabbed the dagger and stabbed it directly into Odium’s stomach.

Light shone from the gaping wound, and Rayse screamed. Power coursed through her body like the winds of Braize. Raboniel’s eyes closed, and she fell, covering her eyes. The vision ended abruptly, plunging her into darkness.

Then, there was a stillness.

Raboniel could feel she was on her hands and knees on a carpeted floor. She opened her eyes and saw that she was back in the study. The dagger was gone. Navani’s body lay beside her, her eyes burned out.

Had Odium killed her? Or was it possible her plans had succeeded?

Hesitantly at first, she sang the Song of Prayer, and felt the Connection between them. Voidlight flowed into her gemheart, and Raboniel felt an unmistakable touch in her mind.

Balance, at long last.

Together, they sang to Exultation. The Voice of Lights had become Odium. With Navani's genius, they would win the war, and then they could be together forever.

This was my last fic for femslash february! Hope you enjoyed. You can find all my daily femslash flash fics for February (say that ten times fast) under the tag #minifemslashfeb2024.

#minifemslashfeb2024 #cosmere femslash february #navani/raboniel #navaniel #raboniel x navani #rhythm of war #row spoilers #stormlight fanfic #my fic

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would you, write a Zara x reader where reader is this nerdy, socially awkward scientist working in the parks lab and becomes all flustered and wordless whenever zara is around (maybe Claire sends her down to the lab to get an update or pick up some files or smth)?

Hi! I still have to work on my phone so this is short, but I hope you'll like it.

Fascinating (Zara x Fem!Reader)

"Hey doc"

You jumped a bit when the voice sounded right behind you. You had been so busy with your work that you didn't even hear the lab door open, much less the heels of the woman approaching you.

"H-hello Miss Young" you said, staring at the desk and internally cursing yourself for the blush you knew was adorning your cheeks.

"Oh come on Y/N, I've told you before, call me Zara" she laughed, still not leaving your personal space

"I-I don't think t-that's p-professional, miss" you stuttered.

The woman just giggled again, but she finally moved, letting you breathe normally. You glanced at her as she leaned casually against your desk, tipping her head back and making you blush more by exposing her neck.

It was not unusual to have her there. Ever since you started working for Dr. Wu in Jurassic World, the woman had made a place for herself in your daily routine. You knew that Zara was the assistant manager of park operations, so it was her job to take care of all the things that Dearing couldn't do.

Among them were the lab reports that Mr. Masrani insisted on having on his desk daily. You had no idea if the man actually had time to read them, but Wu just did his job and handed them over without argument.

However, sometimes he was too busy too, and Zara had to wait until he handed them over. At first, she just left, promising to come back for them later, but since you'd arrived, the woman found it much more fun to stay with you and see how red she could make you until Wu came to rescue you.

She wasn't dumb, she knew the power she had over you, and she loved it. If she was honest, she found you incredibly cute, and if it wasn't for Claire's stupid rule about not getting involved with co-workers, even if they were from other areas, she would have asked you out a long time ago.

"What are you working on now, princess?" she asked suddenly, making you jump.

"E-eh, I... I shouldn't s-share information with people outside the l-laboratory" you said without being able to look at her

"Okay, then tell me about yourself" Zara smiled "come on, I'm a bit bored here"

"I-I'm not that interesting" you said "I-I don't think there's anything to tell you that c-could get your attention"

"Oh, on the contrary," she said seductively, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "I find everything about you incredibly fascinating."

You swallowed hard and for the first time since she arrived, you looked directly at her. She was smirking, but there was no mockery in her eyes and it took your breath away. You didn't know what to do or how to act with her, especially with that small but important (at least for you) confession.

Fortunately, and before you could embarrass yourself, the doors opened and Dr. Wu walked in with a folder in his hand.

"Miss Young" he said, with false respect "here's today's report. Tell your boss that if she wants them faster, next time don't hold me on the phone."

"Oh, don't worry Wu" she smiled "I don't mind waiting. Besides, you have an excellent hostess here"

You wanted to disappear when your boss looked at you with a raised eyebrow, but you quickly let him know with your eyes that you hadn't said anything important to the woman. You supposed your flushed cheeks and obvious nervousness was proof enough for him that you could never get a full sentence out, at least not when Zara Young was in the room.

"Well see you tomorrow Doc" the woman said, winking at you as she left the room.

This time, the sound of her heels echoed in your head as her words repeated themselves over and over in your brain.“I find everything about you incredibly fascinating”

#x reader #reader insert #jurassic park x reader #jurassic world x reader #jurassic park #jurassic park imagine #jurassic world #zara young imagine #zara young preference #zara young x reader #zara young #i know it's lena in the gif #but shhhh #imagine #requests

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