#i know you're probably all sick as shit of the unfortunate story of me and [redacted]

[todaviia]

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#no but that hebrew speakers tilting left to kiss post #i know you're probably all sick as shit of the unfortunate story of me and [redacted] #but HE DOES THAT #and love and hebrew are so inherently tied to for me rn #(in a way that i constantly think nobody else could possibly understand but then i read a yehuda amichai poem) #and like it literally objectively doesnt work between us and never will #but you know... he still texts me when he gets out of a shelter after a missile situation #and he helps me practice hebrew #and like my problem is also that im really happy being unhappily in love #like to the point where i dont know if id be this happy if i WAS actually happy #(yesterday he told me im a very european person and my sister said im only in love with him because i know it would never work) #but hes so sweet #i think maybe guys never allow themselves to be this sweet with women they think they will spend their lives with

[matrixbearer2024]

Reunited Again Aren't We?

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Lololol I felt bad I left you guys on a cliffhanger in "Troubles Unforeseen" so here's Vox's POV to the whole thing. Bro already has minor panic episodes when you go inactive so let's see how he deals with the fact you're just entirely gone. Oh and this chapter will feature a bit of the iconic radio demon because trolling Vox will never be unfunny to me HAHAHAHA.

A/N: This interlude's gonna be a wild ride, it's also gonna have some lore dumps because of Lucifer lolol. Hence it is fucking LONG- Btw please send me ideas for Vox and Reader now that they've reunited in death. Fluffy, angsty, smutty, doesn't really matter hahaha, I'm still going for the slowburn btw so please keep that in mind XD ANYWAYS- I hope you guys enjoy this interlude and as always, happy reading!

There was something wrong.

Like, really really wrong.

At least to a certain technology overlord.

Vox just couldn't get rid of the sick feeling he had in his gut.

It had been just a few hours after you said you'd leave for the party.

Knowing that, he tried to just distract himself with his work and hoping the feeling would go away.

Only to find himself counting minutes as nothing seemed to change.

Against his better judgement, he found himself shooting you a quick message.

He was just checking in on you, no harm no foul right?

"Hey doll, how's the party?"

He stared at the phone for a bit, wishing you'd reply and quickly put his paranoia and nerves to rest.

Instead, Vox was quickly reminded that he had a broadcast in a few minutes by his secretary.

Fuck.

He just really couldn't shake that ominous feeling.

Despite that, he put on a charming smile and just went about his business.

Unfortunately, he'd lost track of time after getting swarmed up by work.

So it was only hours later that Vox was able to check back in on you.

And to his dismay, there was still nothing from your end.

You didn't even see his message.

He tries to convince himself that he's just being paranoid.

That there really wasn't anything wrong.

But as he was staring at the screens connected to your gadgets hoping for even just the slightest activity-

The one that showed your phone suddenly fizzled out into static and abhorrently loud white noise.

He recoiled from the loud noise before the panic finally settled in.

Vox had known you for almost two years-

And this hadn't happened once.

The screen where your phone's interface had once been just went back to being one of his typical monitors.

Displaying statistics, graphs, surveillance and whatnot.

The overlord quickly checked if he could still interact with your laptop and tablet and breathed a sigh of relief when he could.

Especially when he could still control that little desktop version he made in his likeness for you.

So, maybe things didn't entirely go to shit.

But still-

What fucking happened?!

He kinda goes off the walls blowing up your notifications or trying to get your attention through the devices he was still tied to.

Which only makes his anxiety worse when there's still no response from you at all.

At this point, it's been a few hours since you've completed dropped off the radar and Vox was just not having a great time.

Were you still at the party or something???

That was of course until a news article appeared as a notification on your laptop.

Vox knew he shouldn't have cared about it much, it was probably just another one of those internet clickbait things anyway.

Especially with the headline.

"Students Injured by Drunk Driver, One Dead"

Who wouldn't think that was an exaggerated story?

But something in the back of his mind demanded that he check it.

It was probably the paranoia filling up with just all the worst possible scenarios.

The overlord just shook his head, he'll check it just to prove to himself you weren't part of it.

Just anything that could tell him that you were okay.

But the second he opened the article to read through it-

Vox immediately felt his stomach drop.

He could immediately identify the bloodied individuals in the headline picture.

It was your group of friends that had gotten caught in that accident.

And it was you who'd gotten killed.

Seeing you bloodied and battered in the outfit you so proudly showed him mere hours ago made him feel downright horrid.

It was like he couldn't even breathe.

No-

No way!

It couldn't be, it was just someone that looked like you!

It had to be!

Was what the overlord tried to tell himself.

But when he scrolled down the page and saw your name written in the article as the one unfortunate death-

Vox knew for certain that he didn't see wrong.

The sick feeling he'd been getting was his instincts giving him a warning.

A warning he didn't heed.

And it costed you.

He sat there in his chair for a minute trying to process it all, especially when the overwhelming guilt finally hit.

Vox wasn't ever one to feel that way, especially in his ruthless line of work.

Not to mention how he generally is a cutthroat businessman who would do anything to get what he wanted.

But when it came to you, he felt immense regret for not having better painted his worry.

That he didn't tell you something felt really off.

It was a new kind of weight at the moment, especially when he was still shell shocked from the blitzkrieg of information.

And even if you still chose to go to the party-

He still could have warned you.

And that was a fact he couldn't let go.

Holding his screen in his hands, Vox just sat there trying to calm himself down.

He definitely couldn't just go back to work like this.

This was bad.

He couldn't remember the last time he felt this kind of overwhelming anxiety.

Was that it?

Would he ever see you again?

Or had he lost you for good?

The overlord was about to kind of just let his emotions run it's course until another realization hit him.

It only popped up in his mind when he saw some random surveillance footage of the city on another one of his monitors.

If you were dead-

There was a chance you could be down here.

He highly doubted it given your nature-

But there was still a chance.

He hadn't lost you yet.

So that was how Vox found himself rapidly traveling through wires and cameras all over pentagram city just holding onto a thread of hope that you would be around somewhere.

Velvette had given him an odd look when he just bolted of the Vee tower like his own ass was on fire but he couldn't bring himself to care.

The priority was you.

As he had unfortunately realized over time.

Zapping himself around through some cables, and cameras wasn't hard.

Tiring as he continued to do it but moving around like a shock of electricity was nothing new to the overlord of technology.

The problem now being that Vox had absolutely no idea where to even begin looking.

Pentagram city was huge, there was his tech and products in nearly every corner.

Aside from Alastor's stupid hotel-

And maybe cannibal town-

So it wasn't that difficult for him to get places.

But where would he even start?

It was unlike him to do something in such a sporadic manner.

Appearing here, appearing there-

Just to check, just to see.

He'd completely lost his cool in his panic and tried to picture what you'd look like as a sinner.

If there's one thing Vox had grown to recognize and love about you, it was your bright eyes.

That gaze that always looked at him with either cheer or mischief.

He was certain that wouldn't have changed even if you were launched into heaven or hell.

Problem was that didn't narrow his options at all.

How was he supposed to know how your other physical features would translate once you were down here?

Hell, he had a TV for a head!

The overlord zapped himself out of a nearby CCTV camera with a huff.

He couldn't keep traveling like that unless he wanted to exhaust himself before he'd even searched half of the pride ring.

So he straightened out his bow and brushed off his suit before just walking down the sidewalk and subtly searching that way.

He wasn't phased when some sinners took pictures of him, nor did he have the capacity to even care.

As long as they didn't get in his way, he left them be.

So imagine his surprise at the sense of familiarity he got passing by someone staring at the display TV screens on one of his many stores.

He swears he's never seen the person before, but there was something about their vibe that just hit like a sense of Deja vu.

Looking over at the sinner that seemed to even be amused at one of his broadcast reruns-

He got a good look of your face.

Your gaze really didn't change.

"Huh, so this is what he does down here. Goofy ass TV-"

And that was your voice.

He wouldn't mistake that anywhere.

"(Y/N)?"

You screamed in shock before you turned your equally surprised gaze to him.

When you met his eyes, Vox knew for sure it was you.

"Vox!!!"

You dropped the bag you were holding and immediately tackled him in a hug.

The overlord opened his arms instinctively to catch you, but he was caught off guard by your sudden movement that he ended up falling backwards and landing on his ass with you in his hold.

He couldn't really say anything when you were just rambling on and on into his chest about who knows what.

Vox couldn't even keep track of what you said.

He was just too relieved to still have you around.

It took a brief moment for him to tighten his hug on you, fearing that if he let go you would disappear.

The both of you stayed like that for a good while, until a certain princess Morningstar and her girlfriend found the two of you.

"(Y/N)???"

"(Y/N) get away from him!"

Vox could only compare how fast you whipped your head around to the times he'd caught you doing something silly.

Subconsciously his hold tightened on you as Vaggie approached, how in Lucifer's name did they even know you were here?

"No! I'd been looking for Vox ever since I ended up down here! I know he's not going to hurt me!"

He was more surprised at how quick you were to defend him, especially since-

Wait-

You'd been looking for him ever since you ended up in hell?

He couldn't catch the rest of the conversation you had with Vaggie and Charlie as he was too busy buffering.

By the time he'd finally been able to pay attention again, you were helping him stand back up with a bashful smile.

And that was when his worry finally reared it's ugly head.

"Wh- How the fuck are you even down here?! I told you to be careful and you'd gotten yourself killed?!"

"As if that's my fucking fault! How was I supposed to know I was gonna die that night?!"

The both of you go back and forth for a little while and you slowly calmed Vox down from his emotional rollercoaster.

He only noticed he was shaking slightly when you grabbed his hand and smiled at him.

A smile Vox was scared he'd never even see again.

He felt a little funny with your hand in his, not to mention just how small your palms were against his own.

"I'm okay now, see? You're such a worry wart."

"I could've lost you, why wouldn't I be?"

You just flick his screen with your free hand in response, but Vox didn't miss the slight red that dusted your cheeks accompanying your pout.

It was only then that he was able to get a good look at you.

He wanted to both laugh and scream at the fact you seemed to have taken traits of a doe, ears and all.

It was like Alastor just had to give him a middle finger no matter what he did.

He also noticed your outfit was the same as the one you had died in, which was probably a hint that you hadn't been down here for long.

Plus, you were just...

Short.

Well, you only stood up to his chest so you just seemed small in comparison to him.

A soft cough brought his attention away from you.

Ah.

Right.

"Hey there Mr. Vox! I see you're well acquainted with (Y/N)!"

Vox was about to just shrug off Charlie's greeting and leave with you when he noticed your stern gaze.

Oh fine, he'll play nice.

"You can just call me Vox, princess. No need for the formalities. It's a pleasure meeting you!"

He returned, extending his free hand to shake with his signature grin propped up on his screen.

Charlie just smiled and shook his hand, introducing herself and Vaggie.

Well, he already knew who they were but he played along.

"Oh just call me Charlie and this is Vaggie, we were actually just shopping with (Y/N) before you appeared?"

Huh?

Vox raised an eyebrow at you but you just nonchalantly pointed to the dropped groceries nearby the two of you just sitting on the sidewalk.

So that was what you were holding before you tackled him.

Before he could respond to Charlie however, you beat him to it.

"Saaaaaay why don't you go back to the hotel with us?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean I'd reckon it's not like you have anything else to do if you're out here."

Vox didn't really know how he was supposed to react first.

One, he was done with the day's work so you had him kind of cornered.

It wasn't like he could say no to you anyway-

And two, the hotel-

If Charlie and Vaggie were here with you then he could assume what hotel you were talking about.

And he was absolutely livid because he knew fucking Alastor was there.

Alastor.

And you were staying there?!

Though it seems like you heard his thoughts and poked his screen to snap him out of it.

"Oh and don't worry about Alastor, I've been a pain in his side ever since I came to the hotel. He's just really easy to piss off, kind of like you actually- and it's entertaining to watch."

Vox just gave you an annoyed glare from the comparison to which you shrugged.

Though when he weighed his options, maybe it was for the best that you stayed at the hotel despite his rival being there.

It was probably the safest space in hell at the moment-

Especially with how they were able to drive away the exorcists.

That and...

He wasn't so sure about having you in the same space as Valentino.

The pimp already blew up at him when you were just on his phone-

How much more if you guys were in the same room?

He broke from that train of thought though when you just suddenly started messing with his bow tie.

Tugging and poking, Vox couldn't help but find your behaviors as puzzling as it was cute.

He gaze softened slightly at you before he chuckled.

"Just what do you think you're doing doll?"

"Messing with your tie, what else?"

"Hmm, I can see that. Mind telling me why?"

"Cuz I can? Besides- do you wear this outfit all the time?"

"Only when I'm working, aren't you curious."

"Eh, it's all I've seen you wear so I figured I'd ask. Besides, this is the first time we've physically met."

Vox missed the weird glance Charlie and Vaggie gave the both of you.

Not that he would've noticed anyway when you were busy taking up all his attention.

Eventually, you were able to talk the tech overlord into walking you back to the hotel.

He felt a little weird when you finally let go of his hand to pick up the groceries you'd dropped but he wasn't sure why.

Well, more like you were dragging him along.

Charlie and Vaggie were talking excitedly in the front as he just strolled alongside you.

He wasn't really paying attention to them.

"I don't actually know much about what happened in the accident, just that it was a car crash. Speaking of- how did you know I died?"

"A news article popped up on your computer, I almost thought it was clickbait at first."

"Huh, well at least I ended up on the news!"

You both fell seamlessly into conversation all the way on your walk.

And despite you just behaving the same Vox was familiar with, seeing your reactions in person was a completely different experience.

Your energy was almost contagious even.

Vox just intended to drop you off at the hotel and return to his tower-

But you being you, decided to drag him inside despite his protests.

Charlie and Vaggie went ahead inside with the groceries while you once again grabbed Vox's hand to take him inside.

The overlord could already feel all eyes on him the second he stepped through the doors.

Talk about awkward.

"Greetings old pal! What brings you around here?"

Vox visibly cringed when he heard Alastor, forcing his trademark smile onto his face before looking at the deer.

Everyone already seemed to be taking cover for the inevitable fight that was going to happen between the two overlords when-

"Cut the shit Alastor, I don't need you antagonizing Vox when I want to chill out with him."

Vox didn't even have room to reply when your voice immediately cut through the tension like a knife through butter.

Even he looked at you with slightly widened eyes, did you just not fear Alastor at all?

In hindsight, Vox realized you didn't seem to fear him at all when you guys met so was this really unexpected?

The radio demon only narrowed his eyes at you in annoyance, static starting to surround him and you simply crossed your arms.

"If this is meant to be scary, I suggest trying something else. Cuz, you're honestly kinda just being creepy."

Alastor tilted his head before suddenly laughing off your words, your own deer ears pinning back in irritation.

"Why I was just trying to say hello my dear! No need to get so hostile!"

"Don't call me that. It's either my name or nothing ya weirdo."

That piqued Vox's interest, you never had any issues with his petnames-

And yet it seems like you had every bone to pick with his rival.

Was that because of him???

He bit back a laugh and just continued to spectate your exchange.

"If you do insist (Y/N), but I will say you have a terrible taste in companions."

You just flipped Alastor the bird and Vox raised an eyebrow at you.

He didn't even have to say a word to the deer before he disappeared back into the shadows.

"So what was that about who antagonizing who?"

"So much as say another word about this exchange I'm going to punch your screen in Vox."

"That's if you can reach it dollface."

And just like that, you both fell back into your usual banter.

The others would've thought you and Vox were arguing if it weren't for the seemingly genuine grins on both your faces.

There wasn't an air of hostility around you and Vox like when you confronted Alastor.

It was friendly, which was... weird to say the least.

All the more for the current residents of the hotel.

You were a new arrival, so the fact you were so buddy-buddy with one media overlord while having every bone to pick with the other was a little confusing.

Not to mention that Vox was kind of just... there.

Like he wasn't trying to strike up a deal, or even do anything to the hotel.

Was he there just for you???

That fact made them more concerned about your backstory than anything.

When a lull in the conversation between you and Vox finally hit, Angel spoke up.

"Say uh, toots. How'd you end up down here?"

You didn't seem to mind the nickname this time, instead simply shrugging nonchalantly.

Vox was sure now you just said you had problems with it because it was Alastor.

"That's actually a good question. I've got no idea."

"Seriously? Then how do you explain the fact you're friends with like- hell's biggest media overlord?!"

"Oh that? I met Vox when I was alive. No biggie though."

Vox just snickered from everyone's dumbfounded expressions.

Of course he could leave it to you to completely misunderstand just how important the title of "overlord" is.

"I think I might be able to help figure out why you're down here (Y/N)."

It almost entirely caught Vox off guard when Lucifer of all people suddenly made his presence known.

Not to mention the guy was just really short.

Like- wow.

You'd think with all the paintings and tales he'd be a bit more intimidating too but nope.

Vox just looked over at you next to him while you just gratefully gave Lucifer a hug and accepted his offer.

Seems like he wasn't wrong when he mentioned that you could easily make friends anywhere in the past.

The overlord nodded his head slightly to acknowledge the king of hell but was more focused on what he was going to do to help.

It wasn't like they could just watch your entire life on rewind-

Or could they?

Vox just watches as Lucifer uses his magic to form this... golden orb thing in front of everyone.

So color him shocked when it suddenly starts playing some of your memories.

From when you met him because of the ouija board incident-

Up until the point you died.

Was he the reason for your damnation???

Was that why the orb showed that??

"So that's how you guys know each other- don't see anything that could've caused you to be down here though. Let's go farther back."

What-

Now the overlord was completely stumped.

Just what.

Okay, maybe he jumped to conclusions too soon.

Apparently, from skimming through your memories- it seems like the main reason why you were down here with the rest of them-

Was because you stole a candy bar when you were like- five.

"And you were worried about not meeting me."

"I mean, how was I supposed to know I was damned since I was FIVE?! What the hell is this bullshit?!"

Vox could only laugh at you throwing a hissy fit, everyone else around you still being a little confused and dumbfounded that you were in hell for such a small and kind of idiotic reason.

"It's not funny Vox! I can't believe I'm stuck down here because of a fucking candy bar!"

"I thought you didn't mind being down here?"

"Oh trust me I don't, I'm good with wherever you are. But I could've at least gone down for a cooler reason! Fucking hell!"

He couldn't help but smile fondly as you continued to rant.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen you like this, but he always found it cute anyway.

Screens between you both or not.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #hazbin hotel vox x reader #get off my screen series

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THE WHITE LILY (Mafia Book #1 - Bang Chan) - Chapter 3 - Borrowed time

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

General masterlist

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

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Chapter 3 - Borrowed time

chapter word count: 1.2k words

"We need to know your speciality, Emilia, so we know who to team you up with."

"I'm more of an in-the-field kind of person." I replied confidently.

"Yea, we've seen." The girl called Hyo rolled her eyes.

For some strange reason, I hated her guts. Leaving her snarky remarks aside, it just seemed to me that she couldn't be trusted...

"After all, you did sooo good at your latest in-the-field mission." She insisted.

"Oh, shut up, the plan would've definitely worked if I wouldn't have been betrayed." I returned her attitude.

"Sure, like Chris would ever sleep with you." She replied, spiteful.

So they don't know, I thought and threw Chan a look and a slight smirk, which made him clear his throat and avert my gaze.

"So what's the mission, Boss?" Hyunjin asked, curious.

"We've gotten a tip from one of our informants about a trafficking ring going on. Young girls..."

"Those fucking bastards." Momo spat out, hitting the table with her fist and interrupting Chan's speech.

"Truly disgusting. Who is behind this shit?" Changbin asked, clearly annoyed. "Let's beat them up."

At least we got the same morals here.

"It's the Knife Devils."

"What a dumb name." I laughed, earning a small chuckle from everyone.

"So what are we doing?" Hyo asked, annoyed by my 10-seconds of fame.

"We must first get an address from our informant. The plan is to infiltrate the house and rescue those girls. They are currently being held in God knows what conditions... Emilia, we still have to see what you're capable of, so you'll pair up with Changbin, who is the best there is when it comes to these kind of missions."

The dark boy smirked proudly, hearing his Boss' praises.

"Hyo, you will help Seungmin install microphones and small cameras after we get our address tonight. Lix and Jeongin, you will keep watch while Emilia and Changbin go in tomorrow night. We'll work out the strategy today, I already have an idea but need to make some calls first to find out exactly where the girls are and an approximate number. We're guessing there's about 10, might be more."

My stomach turned. Kidnapping and selling young girls was... sick. Not unusual, though, unfortunately. It's a men's world after all.

"We will get those girls, ok?" Bang Chan said assuringly, noticing my face changing colour.

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"So, a doctor, huh? You did look pretty smart 5 years ago. And knowledge is sexy." I winked, teasing the young fox-like boy, who blushed at my remark.

"It's all thanks to you. After you saved me that day... you just gave me a purpose. I realised I wanted to help others just like you did that night..." Jeongin replied, his lips turning into a kind curve.

He took my hands in his, like earlier in the garden, and held on to them for a bit.

"I kept thinking... if you wouldn't have been there to stop the bleeding..."

"Don't think about that." I smiled gently.

"I can't not think about it. I feel like I'm on borrowed time. I was supposed to bleed out to death. I was supposed to die in that dark room." He said grimly, his eyes turning distant.

"Jeongin, all of us are on borrowed time. You could've gotten hit by a car when you were 5, but the driver randomly took a left instead of a right turn that day. You could've choked while eating an orange and suffocated to death when you were 10... or you could've bled out that night. But you didn't. Circumstances don't matter. I'm also on borrowed time, thanks to Chris. If it was anyone else... I would've probably been 6 feet under right now instead of talking to you."

Jeongin looked down to his feet.

"What I mean to say is, don't focus so much on the past. Instead, look at the future like an opportunity. Some aren't so lucky..." I patted his shoulder and glanced out the window, getting lost in thought.

~Flashback, 3 year ago~

"Shade, fuck, I've been shot!"

"Where?! Where are you?!"

I could hear my partner groaning through the earpiece, while I ran aimlessly through the rooms of the abandoned building.

"The bastards... shot me in the stomach... I don't think I'll make it. Fuck. Please run away."

"San, don't say that! I'm coming right now!" Tears started running down my face. "Just tell me where you are. I can't find you..." I continued with a shaky voice.

Not in this room, not here either, this is a bathroom, fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!!

"San, answer me!" I screamed in the earpiece, hoping to hear from him.

"Shade... please listen carefully." His voice was quiet, too quiet.

"You have to get out of here. Fuck... I was such a coward... too much of a coward to tell you how I feel about you..."

"Just tell me where you are, please!" I pledged.

"I want you to leave this place and... to live. For me, yea?"

"No, no, no, don't say that. DON'T SAY THAT. I would never leave without you. I'm on my way!!!"

"No... Shade... Emi... I love you, even if you don't feel the same... Please... promise me that... you'll leave this fucking mafia... and be happy..."

My feet were killing me. I was out of breath, but I couldn't stop running, not unless I found him.

San was the only person I could trust in this damn mafia gang – or rather, in the whole world.

"Emi... fuck... I think they are-" San started coughing powerfully, unable to speak further.

He couldn't die.

No.

I wouldn't accept that.

"Look at this bastard, he's still hanging on!" an unfamiliar voice was heard through the earpiece.

Two gun shots, then silence.

~End of flashback~

"Emilia, you okay? I lost you for a minute there..." Jeongin started, bringing me back to Earth.

"Sorry, did you say something?" I pulled myself back together, locking San's memory deep, in one of the hidden compartments of my brain I didn't want to access ever again.

"I just... I'm wondering what you were thinking of..."

"Mm. It's nothing." I smiled, ruffling his hair playfully. "Let's relax until the mission tonight, mkay?"

"I.N, Shade! Come quick!" Han shouted at us from the other side of the house.

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"The informant has been killed." Chan told us sombrely. "We can't stick to the original plan."

"What now?" Momo asked.

"We have to... think of something else. Another way to find the girls."

"You surely have something in mind. Let's hear it." Seungmin said.

"No... it's... too dangerous." Chan shook his head.

"Can I make a guess?" I intervened. "You want one of us to get kidnapped, right?" I continued, pointing to me, Hyo and Momo.

"Absolutely not." Said Changbin, making the other boys agree.

"Why not? It's a good plan." I retorted.

"It's just as Chris said, it's too dangerous..." Jeongin replied.

"Plus, we all know how that turned out last time we tried something like this." Changbin continued, eyeing Chan.

"I stand by what I said. It's a good plan." I continued.

"Then you should be the one who gets kidnapped!" Hyo clapped her hands once with a happy smile on her face, just like a kid who's finally found the solution to a math problem they were struggling to solve.

"Sure, but how will I get myself kidnapped?" I ignored the spitefulness in her tone.

"Our informant found out about this trafficking ring from Club 64. Apparently, some guys from the Knives frequent it and pick their victims there. We will pretend we're together, go there and have a 'fight', you will go to the bar sulking and attract their attention."

"Chan, it's too much..." Jeongin tried to talk the leader out of the idea.

"If Emilia agrees to do it..."

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Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

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Venom / Eddie Brock x injured male reader

This has multiple parts(this is the first part) and it's my first story here. Please alert me of any mistakes.

Summary: I had this thought about what if our beloved reader got himself in a bit of a pickle and Eddie and Venom were passing by.

Relationship: the reader knows both Eddie and Venom as close friends

Genre: fluff, angst?

Warning: mature language, bloody stuff, mention of drugs and a drug dealer, cannibalism

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

"Awww this sucks..." You sighted out as you held your side that was currently open. Some of your guts were out. You thought about pushing them back into you but they were dirty and it hurts like shit.

Your eyes shited in front of where the source of your injuries stood. Much to your discomfort, they walked closer to you. "For crying out loud you sure did what you told me you'd do. Impressive indeed. If I could I would clap." You said annoyed at the pain you felt from your side. "So this is the part where you're gonna eat me?"

"Indeed." Their heavy accent rumbled in your ears. You cringed a bit at the thought of dying to a person with such a heavy accent. Never thought you'd be dying to this.

You always thought Venom will do the eating part on you one day. Swallowing you whole like a grape. That will never happen, unfortunately. But back to the story.

You found yourself paralyzed as you could barely breathe cus of the blood loss. The person kneeled in front of you and stretched the collar of the shirt you wore, that Eddie gave you, and exposed your collarbone and your neck more.

"Not even gonna cook me first- FUCK!!!!" You yelled into the night as you felt your skin tear and your muscles detach. Blinded by both the pain in your side and the pain of someone quite literally taking a bite out of you made you feel light-headed and you almost completely blacked out. You woke up again because of the complete detachment of your skin. You screamed even more somehow. Why was nobody around?

The person gagged you with something as you struggled against them. You weakly clawed at their hand but your body became too weak to even hold yourself awake let alone fight against that weird cannibal drug dealer. You just wanted a god damn plant to smoke not to be food.

You could hear your skin tearing in the dealer's mouth as he chewed. It made you sick.

You finally stopped struggling as your adrenaline rush stopped and your body slowly gave out. You let out a last few muffled screams before shutting out. When you closed your eyes you heard an inhumane screech and a human scream.

'Venom...Eddie?' Your last thoughts before complete blackness

You woke up to a very familiar beeping sound of an electronic vital sign monitor next to your head making it ache. You opened your eyes and saw everything blurry. Being the panicking person you are you thought the drug dealer ate your eyes and brought you to their basement to eat you alive. But then again you won't be able to see at all, wouldn't you? You brought a hand to your face and unblur your eyes.

You looked around now seeing everything clearly. You were in a hospital, not in a dirty basement. You sighed in relief and tried to get up. Big mistake. As you did so your side and your left shoulder ached like they were going to kill you for even thinking of moving. You hissed.

"Hey, hey take it easy." You heard a familiar voice to your left. Once turning to it you saw Eddie with an outstretched hand towards you. He looked more tired than usual.

"Wassup man?" Your statement made him freeze a bit, like you weren't in a life and death situation hours ago. Your smile was innocent. It hid the mischief and pain behind it.

"What were you doing in that alleyway M/n?"

"Straight to the point I see, Edds. You know I'm not one of your so called "clients", right?" You looked at the ceiling ashamed to tell him you were going to buy drugs. He was quiet, Venom was probably saying something but you were drowning in guilt. This wasn't the first time the duo saved you. You felt powerless beneath your friends' gaze.

"You could have died-" Eddie said more frustrated than before.

"DO YOU THINK- I haven't noticed that, Edds?" You accidentally shouted the first part but silenced yourself before continuing. "I was literally being eaten alive like a fucking pray!" Your voice was shaking but not enough to make you cry. You were terrified. Who wouldn't? Even tho you seemed calm while the drug dealer with a horrible accent neared you, you never thought they would start to eat you while you were still conscious. That feeling will linger on your skin till the day you'll die.

You sighed sharply and brought your right arm to your face as you realized you have shouted at your only friend. "I'm sorry Eddie... I just-" you swallowed dryly. "I was going to buy some drugs from that person. Never knew they wanted to fucking eat me." You chuckled. You found it all so bizarre yet so real.

Eddie was quiet and when you looked at him he sure didn't look happy. He took a seat next to you. His hands fidget around as his frustration and probably Venom we're getting into his head more and more. You looked away once again. The last thing you wanted to see is your friend struggling...yet this was your doing.

"I- We have so many questions as to why?" He finally said something but you weren't happy about it. You've never told him you're an addict. You're ashamed of it yet you can't stop.

You looked further away from him. "Ask away, buds." When you didn't get an answer you looked at them. Eddie was squirming in his seat. He seemed uncomfortable. "I-..." You swallowed thickly, "I...I started smoking and taking drugs way before we met." You were struggling for words but you knew Eddie won't ask you anything.

He looked at you kinda surprised, it made you chuckle dryly. "Is it really that surprising? I mean look at me." You waved your right hand at yourself. Once you sighed and closed your eyes you let your hand fall. "I'll get it if don't want to be friends with me anymore. Who would want to be friends with an addict, really?"

"We would." This time it wasn't Eddie who spoke. It was the black goo that flote next to Eddie's head. You looked at them with doubt in your eyes as you sheepishly smiled. "I'm no use to you guys."

This time Eddie sighed and grabbed your hand gently to not irritate the eaten chunk on your shoulder. "We can work this out. If you don't want to heal we won't force you but we also don't want to leave you. Know we'll support you." He paused and chuckled a bit. "You know you want it yourself."

"I do." You said honestly and looked into Eddie's eyes. "I want to heal, Edds. I really do." You looked at Venom too as to say I will do it for the both of you rather than yourself.

"Well, first you need to heal from that." Eddie pointed to your shoulder. You were actually very curious if you'll look like the apple logo. "And that." Now Venom pointed to your side. You chuckled. "Will do captains!" You saluted with your free hand, the other was still held by both Venom and Eddie.

To be honest you never saw them this sentimental before. They were always bickering which you found funny at times at the other, concerning but their chemistry works.

"How did you guys find me?"

"You forgot your jacket in our place so we wanted to give it to you." Venom spoke first and laid your jacked on your laying form. Not gonna lie you found it cute.

"Okay, but how did you know where to look for me? And thank you Venom." Now you asked more specifically. Eddie looked away from you. He seemed embarrassed. You tilt your head towards him. "Edds?" He didn't say anything so you turned towards Venom. You know they would say it probably. "V?"

"We've put a tracking device for dogs, we bought, on your pants." To say you were stunned to speak is an understatement. You looked at Eddie for confirmation. He was looking everywhere but you fidgeting in his seat. Your eyes widen when Eddie made brief eye contact with you your mouth slightly agape. "Look, after the incident with the old lady, we had to!"

"YOU SWORE TO NOT EVER BRING IT U- ow ow ow!" You jokingly raised your voice but regretted it as your side started to hurt. You laughed tenderly at the memory. Eddie laughed with you too. "Who's idea was it?" You looked at both of them.

Venom looked at Eddie who double looked at Venom like he couldn't believe his eyes. "Hey don't put all the blame on me! You agreed instantly and insisted on buying it the same day!" They started to bicker over whose idea it was. You smiled at them.

They sure were your best friends. Although you want to save them one day too. It's not fair they always save you. You are no damsel in distress. You'll heal for them and you'll be a better friend too.

You really don't have a healthy mindset kid.

#venom x reader #venom x male reader #eddie brock x male reader #marvel #venom x y/n #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock x y/n #marvel x male reader

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

//Hey, so I really don't want to end the night on a negative note, really I don't, but there's something I really need to say to the general audience.

//I love you guys, really I do, and I know that a lot of you have done some really nice things for me, especially since I've been through a lot of tough shit these past few years.

//You're all being so supportive and good to me, and I know that the likelihood of you ever holding something against me that I don't deserve is pretty minimal, so there's no need to take what I'm about to say seriously if that is true.

//That being said, let me make one thing clear here: If you are in any way responsible for the JoCat situation, there is nothing you can do or say to make me forgive you, and I hope terrible things happen to you and that everything you love somehow gets destroyed.

//Savage? Yes, and I'm sorry. Warranted? Absolutely.

//As a casual viewer of Shenpai and some of her friends, JoCat is a really nice guy who doesn't deserve any of the crap he received. I can see why he would want to pursue something other than content creation, and I fully support that decision if it helps him, but it's really unfortunate that his actions were motivated by unjustified hatred.

//The JoCat incident is just another excellent illustration of how the internet penalizes "cringe" far more severely than anyone who has ever done anything wrong.

//Like the internet's default reaction to seeing something cringeworthy is to make up a story about how a your wife left you because you're a reddit coomer and you r***d a kid out of spite, and everyone believes it for some reason.

//The most significant lesson from this, in my opinion, has nothing to do with JoCat or sexuality in general.

//This type of cold, sarcastic "shitposting" can definitely be considered and constitute harassment, and it shows you are a cowardly, pathetic person.

//And yes, I know this is coming from someone who prides themselves on being sarcastic, but generally speaking, if you can't say something nice, don't even try to say it.

//Furthermore, this isn't a case of "He couldn't take criticism." Not by a long shot.

//It would probably wear on you too if you were constantly harassed to the point of being doxxed for something you thought would be a fun side project for the better part of a year. I promise you—I WOULD KNOW!

//In regards to the whole Bunny Girl stuff, I was really ready to put that stuff to bed, but I feel now more than ever it's important to reinforce that this is not just not okay. It fucking makes me sick.

//I will reiterate. JoCat, a kindhearted person in the TTRPG community, has recently been the target of online bullying. If you were the one who participated or instigated it because you believed it would give you clout and recognition, I have 2 things to say to you.

//1 - Go fuck yourself in the ass with an iron spike.

//And 2 - Unfollow me and don't come back to this blog. There isn't room for toxic, sour people like you here.

-Mod

#mod #mod speaks #vent

[grokebaby]

WAIT HELLO LASSI'S DAD KILLED MOST OF THE PLAGUES ?? I wanna hear THAT story 👁👁 does Lassi himself know about that ? What does he think about his dad with that added context ?

(in response to this post)

[The Incident™ has been mentioned before in this. Also I drew a thing related to it]

(cracks my knuckles) alright buckle down kids time to hate on this shithead. Press like to explode him now press reblog to explode him now comment to explode him now

To get into the issue with the Plagues there's a few layers of lore to peel back. I prefer to be vague bc this involves some characters that are really close to my heart and I prefer to not talk about them too publicly.

Flashcards go! There's this deity who's the creator of this demon kind - which Lassi, Siru and everyone belongs to. Also the creator of a huge portion of the plagues (intentionally or not). We shall refer to this deity as The Mistress (hen/hens or she) but long story short: hen is the deity of the duality between life and death, deprivation and prosperity, and all that jazz. Big deal. Has two forms, and the death form is horrific and unstoppable (and extremely tortuous on the mistress henself btw). It can literally ruin lands from being fertile again bc it's in a constant state of desperate starvation and so will eat any living thing it comes across. I'm telling this to emphasize how serious shit can get if you summon the death form (which is understandably a major taboo, and obviously avoided at all costs).

- Also relevant: The Plagues are divided into "Courts" (fin: Piirit), based mostly on what their whole Deal is. There's a separate court for sicknesses, another for suffering (like, pain), one for pests (like Pesticinger and Margaretta) and so on. There is also a court associated with Plentiness and prosperity (often also called The Mistress' court, for reasons you can probably gleen?). They range from benevolent bringers of good fortune, to greedy entities capable of consuming endlessly. Often both.

Onto The Incident🕴️

The Mistress was throwing a huge feast in honor of spring. Lots of people were invited - notably, pretty much the entire court of Plentiness (and some pests bc there's alot of bugs who like to eat in there). Many demons were also invited, such as P, Mr Varpunen and Nan. Lassi and Siru were little babies at the time so they stayed home.

Since Mr. Varpunen has shitbrain manbaby disease (cannot shut up and let go when something doesn't go his way), he decided to cause a scene in the midst of the feast (not bc of the feast itself but as mentioned earlier on, he's mad bc his wives don't wanna go along with a huge decision he wants to make. For all of them.)

The Mistress of course publicly called out his behavior and scolded him in front of everybody (you stepped on this soap box, now lay in it). Manbaby storms off to sulk and perhaps find the nearest item that can substitute for a summoning device..

After some time he comes back and talks the absolute shit out of The Mistress, and to prove his superiority, forces hen to shift to the death form via amateur summoning. It wasn't graceful so the whole process was messy and not fun for anybody. Yes, people tried to stop him, which made it all the more messy. You can probably guess that all hell unfolded upon the feast after that.

We can at least be satisfied in knowing that when the perpetually starving (and mighty pissed off) death God emerged, Mr. Varpunen was the first to be gulped down. Unfortunately, P (Mrs. Varpunen) was very quickly after, since she was frozen in shock.

Soooo (pulls out a long scroll that keeps rolling a mile ahead of me) this ofc had lots of immediate and far reaching consequences. Here's a little overview on the overall damage list (not even mentioning the fact that the feast, which used alot of resources and effort to put together, was completely ruined):

- About 90% of the court of Plentiness were eaten, bc nothing more tasty than fortune bringers when you're a starving deity. There are only a handful of survivors, and most of them got away bc they ran as far as they could and didn't stop running until they no longer recognized the world around them. There is a certain Mx. Kuhilas who has lived in the human realm for the past 30yrs since..

- Most of the bug pests from the pest court also died. Did you know Margaretta was invited to this feast? Did you know the only reason she survived is bc she's a bit of a ditz and she was hours late?

- Damn near all demon villagers who were invited. Dead. Definitely every single one who was at the big table during the Incident. The village lost almost a whole generation to this.

- SO much livestock. So much food. Gone.

- Did you know the death form attracts plagues that are also related to all things destruction and taking away?

- This was a fucking nightmare. The whole rampage was only stopped bc the hassle caused a certain plague to be summoned, and this certain plague has the expertise of making people vomit. It wasn't enough to save any of the people already eaten (when eaten their souls literally disintegrate), but it did prevent anyone else from being eaten bc it caused the death deity to collapse from exhaustion and go comatose.

Now, believe it or not there was at least a little unselfish motivation behind Mr. V's actions. There were claims and tales that people who've managed to escape the death form are able to "cheat death", so to speak. Since evading this deity at all in the first place is kinda like cheating death, rumor has it that survivors could do it again. This isn't a very concrete claim however and it's a very flimsy excuse to fuck over everyone this badly. See, Mr. V thought since Lassi and Siru would obviously dodge the Wrath of the deity, they'd be granted this special fate. However, most people involved enough to know about this stuff, are aware that it's a false belief - often much like the warmth that hypothermia victims feel seconds before their death.

[Sad trumpet sfx]

No, Lassi is not aware of this whole incident. Siru is, bc Nan told her when she was old enough (which is unfortunately sometime around after Lassi moved away from home). Nan didn't talk about the Incident for YEARS after it happened since she was traumatized (unsurprisingly). Before she really talked about everything, the general consensus was "Mr and Mrs. Varpunen died bc of something horrible he did. Alot more people also died that same day."

Lassi and Siru did gleen some hints when they were young - ykno, from disdainful whispers and pitying looks their family received for a while. Also the momentary flinching terror that people had when they saw Lassi's eyes, or the almost expectant shame when seeing Siru's hair (the curse.. Manifests on both kids in some way).

Boy, if Lassi did find out.... Alot of pieces would fall into place let's say that. He'd understand why people were so weird about him looking alot like his dad. He'd understand why it was wrong of him to sell that silver bell for money all those years ago. Ykno the silver bell that the Mistress gave Nan as an apology, which is a protective artefact? Yeah. Oh jeez. He'd probably feel like an even shittier person than he is but also a victim bc. C'mon. He didn't know. He didn't deserve to be treated like the ghost of a monster when younger. Have everyone hover around him as if he could grow up to be capable of the same. He didn't know..

It'd be heavy to shoulder, considering everything he's went through in the big world. And one thing's for sure...

He'd be even more insistent that his underlings never call him Mr. Varpunen.

Ever.

#Ask #Lore #Mr Varpunen #P #Mrs Varpunen #Lassi #Siru #Nan #There is SO MUCH to this whole thing. So much. #I tried to shave off some not immediately necessary details #Please enjoy! #Sorry this might be soo messy. I rewrote so much. So many times. (holding your shoulders) do you understand. #Also SIRU IS AFFECTED BY THIS ALL THIS TOO THAT'S ALSO HER DAD BUT ALAS. The question was about The Mr and Lassi. #But oh. I might get into her more in the future #(deflates like a balloon) #This has some of my favorite wordings for what happened. Like ever #I popped off with the hypothermia comparison #Ummmm I think that's it? This post is done now? #I have so many feelings about this whole thing

[zooophagous]

"So, what do you think of the story so far?" Artemis replaced her bookmark in her well-worn copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' and set the book aside.

"Herr Darcy is a fool." Strauss replied dismissively. "Elizabeth is too good for him, anyways. He does not know how to treat a lady."

"Do you know how to treat a lady?"

"Better than that."

"Glad to see it's having the intended effect. I think you'll probably change your mind later in the story."

"Do not spoil it for me. I have so little to look forward to at the moment." Strauss sighed, and stared down languidly at the cuffs which held him to the hospital bed. "Are we still insistent that my hands remain tied? I cannot exist like this forever. Even with you here to read to me, it is inhumane."

"Unfortunately Strauss, that call is up to the head of security, and she's still plenty pissed off at you. You did charge her and knock her down. Which, by the way, is not a great way to treat a lady."

"She was pointing a rifle at me. Forgive me if my response was not proportional."

"You really frightened her, you know." Artemis stood up slowly and went to water the flowers on the bedside table. "When you took off, she thought for sure you were going to kill someone, or kill yourself. She feels a huge amount of responsibility for what happened. I don't know if she'll ever forgive herself for it."

"Nobody was seriously hurt."

"But people were hurt. Scared. Injured. Not just the public, but the people here. Me and Troy were both sick over it, and you scared the shit out of one of her apprentices. You may have done it, but she feels like it was all her fault for letting it happen."

"I see." Strauss said quietly. "Much the same way a physician may feel guilty if a patient should die of fever. The physician did not cause the illness, but failed to stop it."

"Exactly." Artemis sighed. "I don't really want to keep you cuffed forever either. Treating you like this only makes more work for the nurse staff anyway. But you should consider trying to apologize to her, even if it's hard. It would go a long way towards getting some of your freedom back."

"Speaking of, she'll be around shortly with the head nurse. We're going to take some more x-rays of your leg and spine today."

"I would ask why bother, but any excuse to not be tied to this damn bed any more. Even if only for a little while."

"A vampire heals from its injuries very quickly, but the jury is out on how quickly. This is a rare opportunity to fill in the gaps in some of that research."

"You could just catch a vampire and break its legs. I know Frau Harker would enjoy that."

"Don't give her ideas. You're here, now, and if you're willing to help out, we would really appreciate it."

"Alright. Do you suppose it is possible to increase my pain medication?"

"Do you need more? I was under the impression that you had a pretty high pain tolerance."

"It does not hurt at all. But I am very bored and if I am tied down it would at least make me sleep."

"Am I boring you?"

"No. You are the most interesting person on the planet. Especially now."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Nurse is coming. Behave yourself."

"Hello Artemis." Ursula greeted her neice as she entered the room. "Strauss."

"Guten abend, Frau Harker." Strauss greeted her meekly. If Artemis was sure trying to make nice would help, well. It's not like it was going to make it worse.

"We will be taking you down for an additional set of x-rays, one for your leg and another for your back. You will be confined to a wheelchair when not on the table."

"I can walk fine. There is no need."

"Yes, but walking may aggravate the fracture. We want as little interference on the break as possible to get the most accurate control reading we can. So, you will have to submit to being 'babied' a little. Try to enjoy it."

"I suppose being confined to the chair also prevents me from wandering off."

"Exactly. Aren't you clever, Strauss." Ursula quipped.

Strauss glanced to Artemis, who nodded at him, encouraging him to reach out. Go on. Try it.

"Is there anything else we should get out of the way?"

"What do you mean?"

"This is for research, ja? While I am convalescent, perhaps I can 'donate my body to science' to fill in those gaps in the institute's knowledge."

"You're actually offering? You must be more sick than I thought. Remind me to dial back the amount of dilaudid they're giving you. Although, now that you mention it." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "When we first brought you in, we never did get a full physical completed. We didn't have enough time before the sedative wore off to complete it, and Artie was rather insistent that it would be a grievous intrusion on your personal liberties."

"She wasn't wrong."

"We had already captured, bathed and clothed you at that point. It seemed like splitting hairs. But, no matter. If you are willing now, we can finish the physical and perhaps get done with a few of the less invasive tests. We do need to eventually take some fluid samples from you as well. Blood, saliva, urine, cerebral-spinal fluid, semen-"

"You're not getting that."

"Oh relax. Trust me when I say I'm not trying to flirt with you." She scoffed. She jingled an impossibly large ring of keys as she hunted for the set to the handcuffs, and eventually freed Strauss, who sat up in bed and stretched his arms and shook them out.  "Into the chair, please. Keep off the bad leg as much as possible."

"Here, let me help." Artemis stood next to him and allowed him to use her as a brace, keeping the broken leg off the floor. He found himself in the chair-A very heavy, mechanized thing- no doubt built on purpose to be too heavy for a kicking and fighting patient to escape from. "I'll step out and give you some privacy. I'll come around and check on you once you're back, ok?" Artemis waved him off. "Behave."

Ursula nodded at her neice. She was alone with her captive.

"I will also warn you, the nurse will keep you in the hospital gown for this. You may be a bit exposed. I will bring a blanket if you are not comfortable."

"You may look if you want to, it doesn't matter."

"I've seen it all before, Strauss, and I wasn't impressed." Ursula  quipped as she set the chair in motion down the hall with her patient strapped in. "I doubt it even works anymore."

"Asking for a demonstration?"

"If your clothes come off I will staple them to you. Remain modest unless the nurse needs you to remove something. Since you are being so accommodating today, we'll plan to also get a dental exam and facial x-rays done. I know the nurse was curious when you were due to shed your fangs and grow a new set. Maybe we can find out today."

"Why does that matter?" Strauss braced himself as the chair went over an uncomfortable bump on the floor from the doorstop to the x-ray facilities.

"I'm hoping to collect them to make a friendship bracelet." She rolled her eyes.

"Ha. Perhaps you need a matching set. I will wear one, and you the other, since we are so dear to one another." Strauss quipped in return. He bit his lip, unsure of how to gracefully segue into the important bit of conversation he had biting the back of his mind.

"Frau Harker."

"What is it."

"I do not know how to say this with tact. So I must simply say it carelessly. I owe you an apology for what I have done, and I do not want it to hang over our heads unspoken."

She stopped the chair. Slowly she walked around to the front of it, to stare him down as he sat below her. "Artemis put you up to this to get you out of confinement, didn't she."

"Yes. She did. But she did say I owed you an apology, and ulterior motives aside, she was not wrong."

"Alright. Lets hear it then."

"It wasn't your fault."

Ursula blinked at him, taken aback. "Excuse me?"

"Frau Van Helsing told me that you hurt terribly over this because you blamed yourself. It is not fair for your heart to hurt over a crime you didn't commit. I broke out, and it was I who harmed both my friends and strangers. I only wanted what I thought was freedom. I did not mean to be a fever to you."

She didn't quite know what he meant by that last bit. Must be some German something or other. "Strauss."

She knelt down slightly to look him face to face. "It isn't just me I'm worried about you hurting. You broke Troy's heart, for some reason I guess he considers you a dear friend. But it was Artemis I hurt for the most."

Strauss sat silent in his chair and let her lecture.

"She's worked so hard, and sacrificed so much, and even been permanently disfigured from injuries relating to her research projects. I was so careful to try and take you down with darts and tazers because she's already lost so much, and I didn't want to see her plans go down in flames again. You hurt me, sure. I can get over that. But hurting her? It's damn near unforgivable."

"I understand. She deserves better than what she has. I feel strongly for her, myself, and I do not wish to ever purposefully harm her. For her safety and happiness, I will submit to whatever you or the institute requires of me."

"So I'm supposed to believe you just got it all out of your system after a few big nights on the town, hm?"

"No. I got it out of my system when I made my dear friend shoot me in the heart with a rifle. Non lethal ordinance or not, it isn't a position I wish to put her in again."

Ursula stared him down hard, and nodded silently. "Alright. Lets get the x-rays handled. We can deal with the other more involved procedures tomorrow. An MRI will be ordered too, you'll be referred out for that, and sedated throughout the entirety. Your recovery period will not be boring, Mr. Strauss."

Artemis sat outside the room and stared at her phone. How long did it take to do like four x-rays? Her neck was starting to hurt. Finally the chair appeared down the hallway again.

"Frau Harker. May I have that blanket?" Strauss asked meekly as they approached the room once more. He didn't much care if the doctors or nurses or even security saw right through the crappy little hospital gown. But when it was Artemis, it felt somehow stranger.

"Hey Auntie." She got up with a smile to greet the pair. "Everything go ok?"

"Went fine. Was able to take a full set of x-rays and dental x-rays, and the attending physician got a few photos of his mouth and fangs for posterity. His deciduous teeth will likely shed later this year, so we will have an opportunity to document that timeline."

"Well! sounds like a pretty cool development for vampire biology. How's the leg?"

"My leg and spine are not fully healed, but they show significant self-repair ability compared to that of a human being in the same time frame. I will likely have to be off of my leg for another week, but not longer."

"Good news all around." She clasped her hands together excitedly. "Well, I suppose we have to get him back into bed?" She asked Ursula expectantly, hoping for better news.

Ursula glanced down at Strauss, who only silently tilted his head at her and shrugged.

"Into bed, yes. But, given that the patient has expressed that he has difficulty sleeping on his back, we will leave off the cuffs in favor of a locked door and two guards policy when not directly attended by myself or another staff member of equal security clearance. I'm going to head to lunch. It's been a long day. I trust you can figure out how to get to bed on your own from here." She uncuffed her patient from his chair, and walked off.

"Don't make me regret it again, Mr. Strauss."

"Danke, Frau Harker." He waved her off. He wrapped the blanket around his waist and carefully made his way to the bed.

"So, that went well! Look at you. Told you it would work."

"It is a start." He replied as he found himself back under the unpleasant hospital blanket and into the uncomfortable bed.

"I guess if you've gone 'hands free' you don't really need someone in here reading the book to you." Artemis shrugged.

"I would like it, though." He grinned. "I like the way you tell it."

"Alright. I think we have time for a few more pages before the security detail can get here anyway."

#long post #wayward souls #writing

[fireemblems24]

Engage 12 - 14

Spoilers for FE Engage 12+ below the cut.

I'm betting I get Byleth, Ike, Erikia, Corrin, and whoever else I'm forgetting before getting the old rings back? I wish I still had Marth and Sigurd though. They had SSS Tier inheritance.

I love Kagetsu so far. But I'm a sucker for swordmasters in general. The crit animation they have is so fun. If the weapon triangle wasn't such a huge deal in this game, I'd make an entire army of swordmasters lol.

I like how Ivy actually has intel on the enemy and actually tells us. We need more recruited, reformed "villains" who do this.

Fogado is funny so far. If he and Kagetsu had a support, that would be gold. Because it would be non-stop flirting or competing at who can flirt better. I saw Fogado wins so far, because Katetsu is awkward as hell about it lamo.

So if all the NPCs are dark-skinned, they should've made more Solm retainers dark-skinned too (I know from pre-release that images they aren't). FE is getting better a variety, but still some way to go.

Veyle is being a bitch to Marth for no reason. Leave him alone. Still predicting that Mauvier is recruitable. And Griss is . . . eh . . . something. I love a good unhinged villain though.

One thing I DON'T like about this game is that they give you new units way too fast. Like, I just got Ivy and co and now I have Fogado and co. And they seem like a fun bunch, but like, I only have 7 deploy slots . . .

And then you get into a situation where if you want to try out the new units, you can't in a skirmish, because those are the HARDEST battles in this game because it scales with your characters. Which, in some way, I like, because then they're a good challenge but then you can make story levels easier by outclassing enemies, so then you're not "stuck" on a story and can pick and choose your challenging stuff, but it leaves other units behind. Which is typical FE I guess, but all the extra content seems like it encourages you to use new guys. Idk, there's low level Tempest Trials, but those take a long time and rewards are meh for how long it takes, esp for exp, which is why I don't think they really work for it either.

Ugh, Alcryst keeps getting shit level ups, but his supports and character is so interesting. And I just complained about limited deploy slots. I hope my boy can catch up, because he's, unfortunately, next on the benched list. Everyone else either dodges or tanks likes a pro. He's really my only liability on the battlefield right now.

Seforia is pretty cool. Glad to see more moms in this game. Really, almost everyone had a mom instead of a dad this time.

Oh, God, I'm so happy to get Ike. 😭😭😭😭😭 Radiant Dawn was my first Fire Emblem game, and still probably the one I've replayed the most. OMG this makes me so happy 😭😭😭😭

Timerra and co seem fun, but again, I'm sick of new characters. I still have a few open slots (pending you take 12-14 ish in final chapters), but 1 is reserved for the dancer, because, dancer. It's just a bonus he's gorgeous this time.

Ok, also, you have no idea how happy the bosses of these chapters makes me. It's a shoutout to other twin bandits with goofy names that used to show up n all the past GBA games.

Iyv's reaction to hearing that Hortensia has attacked was hilarious. A+ to the voice actress selling that.

I like how the three heirs on this post-level map are all talking to the locals. It's a nice detail. They're being diplomatic.

Also, another small bonus to this game. The bald eagle actually sounds like a bald eagle. All that majestic yelling you hear in movies is fake. That's a different bird. Eagles sound like squeaky toys, lamo.

Ivy teasing Alcryst in their B support is great lol. She tweaked him big time. She's a much more engaging character than she seemed like she would be initially.

So I just saw Alfred and Ivy's C Support, and this is the 2nd time someone told Alfred he's naïve for trusting people and he's just like "yep!" I love him so much, you don't even know.

Kagetsu is a fucking badass. Dude doesn't even have a special ring and makes mincemeat of enemy units. No way I could've beat the skirmish I just did without him. It was fog of war, everyone was separated, and like 99% of the units were fliers, but I really want to adopt a deer, so . . . Thanks, Kagetsu. He's going to get a pebble when I get back to Somniel. There wasn't even any deer. 😭 Why did I suffer? Got an owl and a rabbit at least though.

Case in point about Kagetsu. Turns out, he was the first enemy in the arena and defeated: Merrin, Ivy, Celine, and Chloe before Alfred finally took that menace down.

Lyn mentioned Eliwood and Hector in her paralogue 😭😭

Just saw Alfred and Alear's A Support. I think they're cute together. He's one of the few people who was casual with her right away, which is what Alear really wants. And the first one who offered friendship too. Still picking him as my S Support.

I still can't get over Hortensia's design.

Kind of glad that Hortensia is angry with Ivy. It makes sense she'd feel hurt and betrayed by Ivy, esp since she just lost her father too. Conflict also makes for a better story so . . .

Oh, wow, another cool moment for Alear. Hortensia is holding the Solm queen captive and threatens to kill her if Alear won't hand over the rings. But Alear refuses. So does Timerra, good on her.

Hortensia's VA is really selling her breakdown. Makes me feel bad and realize she's just a little girl. Then thong lady shows up and ruins it.

Is it bad I'm relieved Goldmary and Rosado aren't around? Because I'm tired of getting 3 new units every round. Even though I want Rosado so badly.

Oh, good grief. Hortensia is under some kind of mind control. How original, Fire Emblem. Betting that other little girl is too.

Ivy and Hortensia got pretty cool story arcs. Pretty sure I get Hortensia and Byleth now. Man, it's cool to get Byleth.

And, hey, another parent gets to live!

Solm gave me more money 😭😭😭😭

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Sokkla Santa 2022: Kataomoi

Kataomoi (片想い) - noun; one sided love, unrequited love or alternatively, a story of two people finding out that in fact, their one-sided love maybe isn't as one sided as they thought Note: if the header is bold and in italics, it means it happened in the past. if it's just bold, that means it's in the present as to why kataomoi, the best explanation i've seen is this video, but unfortunately it's in mandarin so that kinda sucks if you don't understand mandarin :( basically, the whole shebang can be summarized in these few lines:

生まれ変わったとしても 出会い方が最悪でも

Even if we're reborn and meet in worst possible way

また僕は君に恋するんだよ

I'd gladly fall in love with you all over again

so yeah...anyways bone apfel tee and mariah crimbus or something ________________________________________

例えば 君の 顔に昔より

シワが 増えても それでも良いんだ

If there were more wrinkles on your face than yesterday, that's alright

僕が ギターを 思うように 弾けなくなっても

If I couldn't play the guitar like I used to before

心の歌は君で溢れているよ

My heart won't stop writing songs about you

高い声も 出せずに 思い通り歌えない

If I can't hit the notes like before, if my voice is gone

それでも頷きながら一緒に歌ってくれるかな

Would you still nod and sing along with me?

割れんばかりの拍手も 響き渡る歓声もいらない

I don't need a standing ovation, or cheers from the crowds

君だけ わかってよ わかってよ

You're the only audience I care about

Present day

Temple Hall

Royal Palace, Caldera

"Princess Azula, do you reaffirm before Agni and the Spirits that you will remain faithful to this man for as long you live, whether in sickness or in health, in wealth or in poverty, in good times or bad times?" 

"I do." she answered, looking into the deep blue eyes of the man she was proud to call her husband.

"Councilman Sokka, do you also reaffirm before Spirits of the Moon and Sea that you will remain faithful to her Highness for the rest of your days, whether it be in sickness or in health, in wealth or in poverty, in the good times and difficult times?"

"I do." the man replied as he too, gazed into her honey-gold eyes, unable to keep a smile from appearing on his face.

"May the Spirits' blessing continue to pour on your marriage and may Agni's light guide your paths. You may now-" the old sage proclaimed, before he was rudely cut off by the duo immediately launching into a loud wet kiss that echoed through the empty halls. Deciding that he should probably put a stop on things lest they re-consummate their marriage right then and there, he coughed loudly and  quickly sent them out of the temple.

Wrapping her arm around his, they walked in a comfortable silence back to their quarters, exchanging small kisses between themselves. Turning a corner, they bumped into Zuko on his daily walks with Druk.

"Well this is something I never expected." 

"Whatever were you expecting, Zuzu? Us going at each other's throats?"

"C'mon now, you know we always go at each other." Sokka teased as he poked her, making her turn as red as Druk, who watched the whole scene unfold before him with bored beady eyes from atop his perch on Zuko's shoulder.

"I don't need to know what you and my sister have been up to in your alone time. Hell, I don't even want to know what sort of nasty shit y'all get up to."

"Wow, such a caring big brother I've got. Shouldn't you be concerned about what this big bully does to your poor defenseless sister every night?" 

"Hey hey hey, if I remember correctly, your exact words last night was -"

"Shut up right now Sokka or I'll make sure you won't be celebrating Father's day next year."

"Do that, and I'll make sure you won't either Zuzu."

"What's going on here?" Suki's voice interjected, one hand cradling Izumi whilst the other fanned her with a metal fan.

"Your husband was threatening my husband."

"Zuko!" 

"I wasn't, I swear!" 

"You should know better than to fall for your sister's bait." she chided, shaking her head. "Anyways, you should have told us you were coming instead of just appearing suddenly." Suki continued, now pointing the folded metal fan at Sokka.

"We wanted to have a private ceremony, don't want or need a whole lot of attention. Especially from Kuei. Remember the last time we told you guys we were coming?"

"Oh." Both Suki and Zuko replied, as long repressed memories came back to the surface involving Druk, Bosco and an unexplained fire that ravaged some of Kuei's more hardline ministers' quarters but left the rest of the delegation's quarters untouched. 

"Yeah.

"I'll be honest, I thought both of you were on the verge of killing each other the last time we visited." 

"Which was how long ago? Just because you got to marry for love and we didn't doesn't mean we can't find love too, Zuzu. I mean, show me someone who'd be thrilled to be in an arranged marriage."

"Alright alright, you got me there. I'm happy that both of you are happy with each other."

"If that's all, we'll be heading back now, see you at dinner time."

"Okay-wait why? Do you have plans for the afternoon or-"

"Look Zuko, as much as I'd love to tell you first off, I'd like to not traumatize little Izumi here and secondly, I doubt my ex wants to know what type of bedtime manoeuvres I pull on my brother-in-law's sister. Now if you'll excuse us, we'll be taking our leave."

As they disappeared round the corner, Zuko turned to Suki and asked "Just what did Sokka mean when he said 'bedtime manoeuvers"?"

Rolling her eyes, Suki sighed and replied "Do I really have to spell it out for you?"

"I just don't want her to get hurt."

"Trust me Zuko, you'd be the one being hurt if you ask too many questions." Suki shuddered, remembering the time she accidently walked into the wrong room to find Sokka in the middle of railing Azula, who was at the time was blindfolded and bound to one of the pillars of said room.

"But Sukes-"

"Don't make me break out the metal fan." ******** ********

Darling 夢が叶ったの

Darling, my dreams came true

お似合いの言葉が見つからないよ

Even if I can't find the right words to say it

Darling 夢が叶ったの

Darling, my dreams came true

愛してる

I love you ********* ********

たった一度の たった一人の

Just this once, just for me

生まれてきた幸せ味わってるんだよ

I'm grateful to have been born

今日がメインディッシュで 終わりの日には

Every day with you feels like the main course, and when the day finally ends

甘酸っぱいデザートを食べるの

I'll have a sweet and sour dessert to end

山も谷も全部フルコースで

It's a full course meal, complete with peaks and valleys

気がきくような言葉はいらない 素晴らしい特別もいらない

I don't need platitudes, I don't need any special gifts or treatment

ただずっと ずっとそばに 置いておいてよ

All I ask is that you'd let me stay by your side forever

僕の想いは歳をとると 増えてくばっかだ

My love for you only grow stronger with time

好きだよ わかってよ わかってよ

I hope you understand my hints

Nine years ago…

Apartment

"So this is it huh. Forever consigned to be your arm candy at your stuffy dinners and public engagements." Azula sighed as she surveyed the rather spartan furnishings of Sokka's penthouse, already missing the rich trappings and decor of her palace room. 

"I'm insulted that you'd think I would treat you like a piece of arm candy."

"Then do pray tell Sokka, what is it that you would have me doing? Certainly not a menial secretary job, right?"

"....." "You cannot be serious." 

"If you have better suggestions I'm all ears princess."

"I'll…I'll think of something, just you wait!"

"Mmm sorry, but I don't have all day. There's work to be done and I'm already behind schedule. Oh, one last thing, please don't mess with the stuff in my workshop. It's for your own safety."

"Bold of you to assume you can stop me, Sokka." 

"Does everything need to be a contest Azula? Spirits you're going to send me into an early grave."

"You're welcome." she smiled.

"Tui and La, would it kill you to not be so….you? I mean, I don't expect us to get all lovey dovey and shit on day one but for crying out loud, at least work with me a little here."

"You're asking me to be…not me. Which is impossible. That's like asking you to not crack lame jokes or abstain from eating meat."

"Tui and La give me strength." Sokka muttered as he threw his hands up in exasperation. ************

Two years later…

Midnight

Having finally put Kya to sleep, Katara was looking forward to getting some rest herself when she heard a series of loud knocks on her door. Grabbing a water skin just in case it turned out to be an intruder, she was shocked to find Azula kneeling on her doorstep, panting and gasping for breath as she cradled Sokka in her arms.

"Get away from my brother!" Katara screamed, ready to lash out against her. Instinctively, Azula flinched and moved to cover Sokka, lest her whip miss her mark and hit her brother instead.

"Please just listen to me! Sokka-he he needs your help! I need your help! His fever won't go down no matter what I've tried and-" 

"Why didn't you-never mind, here, I'll take his right, you take his left." With each one under his arms, they supported him to a nearby guest room, where they laid him on the bed. 

"Don't try anything funny. If you so much as hurt a single hair on his body…" Katara warned, before moving to grab her gear from the medical wing, her heart feeling a mixture of uneasiness at leaving her brother in Azula's hands.

Rushing back to the room, she overheard Azula's sobs as she begged and pleaded for Sokka to wake up from his fever, her sobs mixed with confessions and promises as her tears soaked the front of his shirt. Pushing away her feelings of suspicion and guilt for interrupting what was an intimate moment between the duo, Katara gave the door a couple of soft raps, before entering and withdrawing a small stream of Spirit Water, which she hovered over her brother's body as Azula looked on expectantly, hoping that of all people, she could heal him.

Putting the water back into its vial, Katara turned to her and replied "Sokka's fine, he'll make it. As for you, I have…many questions. About you and your relationship with my brother. If-if you want to spend the night here, that's fine. There's a sleeping mat in the cupboard."

"Katara….thank you." she whispered. 

******

The next morning , 

"So let me get this straight, this is all Zuko's idea?"

"Yes. How many times must I tell you?" 

"It still seems so stupid and ridiculous. And you're sure Sokka went along willingly?"

"First off, the fact that he answered Zuzu's request should be an indication that he went along willingly. Second of all, he had at least a week to think over the decision before he came to my chamber and said yes. Lastly, our marriage certs are still in the Royal Archives, do feel free to look it up the next time you're visiting my dumdum brother.."

"You can always fake certificates." 

"Then ask Suki. She was there. Look, I know you don't trust me, and you'd be right. I'll admit…I don't have the best track record when it comes to being honest and..we'd probably never get along in a million lifetimes but-" Azula replied, before she was cut off by the sound of a door creaking open to reveal a rather dazed and confused looking Sokka. 

Immediately, Azula leapt off her stool and enveloped him in a bear hug, burying her face in his chest. "You have no idea how worried I was, Sokka. Don't you ever do that again. Ever. Promise me Sokka."

"I promise. Sorry about that." he sheepishly replied, stroking her hair and back. Glancing up, he saw that he was in fact, not in his apartment but in his sister and Aang's living quarters.

"Oh uh, hi sis…long time no see?"

"Be thankful I'm not freezing you to the wall, your wife here would be very angry if I did considering she dragged you from your apartment to my place in the middle of the night to ask me for help."

"Azula…I-wait you told my sister? She knows-"

"I still can't believe you didn't tell us that you got married in the Fire Nation to her Sokka! You'd think to let us know about something as serious as that." 

"Well, it wasn't the right time. There was..a lot of things we had to work out and-"

"And when would that have been? Bumi has been bugging me for the past two years asking me when uncle Sokka was coming over to visit. Two whole years, Sokka."

"Well, you can tell him that uncle Sokka is here. Guess I'll stay for a while, if that's okay with you 'Zula?"

"Yes, Sokka. I think…we can stay for a bit."

"I still can't believe it. You and her. It-it doesn't make sense. I mean it does..but no, it doesn't." Katara shook her head. "Tui and La it's too early for this shit."

"I don't know what else to tell you. I mean, I suppose we could consummate our marriage right in front of you if it makes you happy. " Azula shrugged.

"EWWW NO!"

"Wow 'Zula, I didn't know you had an exhibitionist streak in you." Sokka teased, making her turn a deep shade of pink.

"Sh-shut up Sokka." she huffed and swatted him.

"You're not denying it, which makes me wonder, just what other naughty little thoughts are there to be discovered in that brilliantly sarcastic mind of yours?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Azula whispered sultrily in his ear as she rubbed against him.

"Mother of La, could you both not have sex in my living room! Go back home then if you two are-are going to-gah!"  Katara shrieked again, waving her hands in the air.

"Relax Kat, we weren't planning on sullying your living room. That's just gross and disgusting."

"You two better not, I'll freeze both of you to the seawall if you. Also, when are you going to tell Dad?"

"I suppose I could pay him a visit. What do you think, Azula? How does a honeymoon trip to the South Pole sound to you?"

"That sounds like a horrible place for a honeymoon. Can't your dad meet us somewhere like Ember Island?"

"Ember Island sounds so cliche and cheesy." Sokka whined.

"Then what do you suggest?"

"What about Shu Jing?"

"I suppose that is…acceptable."

"Then it's settled then."

"Sokka you didn't answer my question, when are you going to tell dad that you and Azula are married?"

"Can't you see my wife needs me right now? I'll get to it when it get to it Kat. Now shoo, we're having a moment here." "Mother of La, give me strength to deal with these two idiots."

"These two idiots can hear you." Azula shot back. "Just...try to keep things appropriate, okay?" *********** ***********

ねえ darling 夢が叶ったの

Hey darling, my dreams came true

お似合いの言葉が見つからないよ

Even if i can't find the words to say it

Darling 夢が叶ったの

Darling my dreams came true

愛が溢れていく

My love is overflowing for you

Five years later ….

Sokka's bedroom 

Republic City

As the sun made its slow ascent across the skyline of Republic City, Azula found herself reluctantly being roused from bed by its rays tugging on her inner fire. Through bleary, half lidded eyes, she tried to stretch, only to find herself locked in position by Sokka's arms. Frowning slightly, she tried to wriggle free, only to find that he held on to her tighter than before. In addition, she could feel him rubbing against her, making her let out small gasps and moans. 

"Mmm 'Zula, ss-s-so warm." Sokka moaned as he nuzzled her, his stubble tickling her as his legs locked with hers, completely trapping her in his embrace. Sighing, she resorted to giving him a stinging pinch, which immediately released her from his grasp.

"Ow Azula!!" he yelped, releasing her from his arms and nursing the raw area where she pinched him. 

"Sorry, but you were half way to squeezing the life out of me. Here, let me." she replied, kissing the spot where she pinched, putting on her best sorry face. 

"Better?" 

"Mm hmm." 

"You really are such a big baby." she sighed.

"And you're still so mean to me."

Rolling her eyes, Azula replied "You're lucky you're cute. Fine, I-I'm sorry. Okay?"

Seeing his brows furrow, she immediately recognized the threat for what it was and attempted to put a stop to it. "Whatever it is you're planning Sokka, knock it off. I mean it."

Pretending to consider her opinion for a moment, Sokka replied "Mmm….how about..no.", sticking his tongue out at her.

"Sokka…"

"Tickle attack!" he yelled, catching her by surprise as his fingers went for her sides before hitting other spots on her, making her jerk and arch as her laughter filled the air between them, sounding to Sokka's ears like the most beautiful voice in the world. 

"M-mercy Sokka…stop..please…" she panted, her face close to resembling a tomato in terms of colour while she caught her breath.

"Please what?"

"N–no-no-more tickles Sokka, please?" she pleaded weakly.

"Alright, but only because you said please. Here, drink some water." Sokka replied, handing her a glass of water as she sat up against the bed frame while Sokka patiently knelt in between her legs. Placing the glass on the bedside table, she saw that Sokka was staring at her with hungry eyes.

"Like what you see?"

"You know I do." he breathed, admiring the way her body almost glowed in the soft rays, the lacy babydoll she wore to sleep last night revealing as much as it concealed. Crawling up into his lap, she rocked her hips against him, feeling his hardness rub deliciously against her.

"Already hard for me? Spirits Sokka how many rounds can you go?" 

"As many rounds as you want me to, princess." he growled as his hands moved to liberate her body from the confines of her dress. As soon as her dress hit the bedroom floor, Azula locked her legs around his waist and flipped them both over onto Sokka's back.

"My turn." she purred, before yanking his pants off him, letting his hard cock spring loose. Cradling it in her hands, she rubbed and teased his head, smearing precum all over his shaft as he gazed into her eyes.

"So hard, just for me."

"Always and forever." he panted, a groan escaping his lips as she continued to stroke him from tip to hilt.

"A-A-Azula, I want-no, I need you now, please…" he groaned, as her strokes were definitely going to have him exploding in her hands if she kept up the pace.

"So demanding." she tutted as she moved to place her folds above his, teasing him as she only let the tip enter her.

"What's the magic word Sokka?" 

"Please?"

"Please what?"

"Please will you ride me, princess Azula?"

"Why of course, my dear husband." Slowly, she lowered himself down on his smooth heat, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as the sensation of being oh so filled by him sent her mind racing with pleasure. Splaying her hands on his chest, she wiggled and adjusted her position until she was satisfied that he was going to hit all the right spots in her when she rode him.

"Spirits Azula, that was hot."

"Really, Sokka? Is hot the only phrase in your vocabulary?"

"You are a firebender after all."

"I believe the phrase you're looking for is absolutely, devastatingly sexy." 

"Well then, I want you to absolutely and completely ride me like your life depends on it, princess. Think you can do that for me?" Sokka asked as he sat up, littering her neck with multiple love bites and nips.

Pushing him back down, Azula gathered his hands above his head and snapped and ground her hips into him. "Let's see how long you can last." she smirked, before setting off on a blistering pace that left him breathless as she rolled and bounced atop him, her hands pinching and teasing his chest as she moaned and cried out his name.

" 'Zu-'Zula, you're hnggh -so tight and wet for me." 

"Just for you Sokka, just for you… " she gasped. 

"D-Do you trust me Sokka?"

"With every fiber of my being." 

"Tell- tell me if-if it gets uncomfortable, okay? I just want to please you." 

"Pretty sure all of you pleases me, princess."

"I'm serious Sokka." she folded her arms, stilling her hips.

"I…I want you to tap my arm if it gets too much okay?"

"What do you have in mind?" he asked, sitting back up before she pushed him back down, her hands going to either side of his neck before she started to apply pressure in small increments while her hips resumed their routine, slamming up and down on his cock with loud wet smacks that filled up the space between them.

"Oh." 

"Um…we-we- could just go back to what we usually do if-" she nervously replied, her hands moving away when Sokka stopped her.

"We could try something new…I suppose. Change up the pace a little." 

"Are you sure? I mean, I've never done this before.:.." Azula trailed off.

"I won't know if we like it until we try it. I trust you Azula." 

"If-if you say so…" she gulped. "Here goes nothing." With Sokka guiding her hands back onto his neck, she steadily applied pressure onto his throat little by little, while her hips resumed their grind, taking him deep within her over and over again until they reached a comfortable pace, their eyes glazed over with pleasure and satisfaction as they took in the other's nude forms.

"Mmm princess, wha-what other kinky thoughts do you have in that pretty little head of yours?." Sokka panted, as his hands rubbed circles on hers. 

Leaning over his ear, she nibbled and teased "That's for me to know and for you to find out.", sending  a tingle of excitement and want flowing down his spine.

Suddenly, he could feel the steady pressure she had been applying to his throat ramp up, the point of her nails making their presence felt as she bucked and arch atop him. As his breathing shallowed, he could feel her core squeezing and soaking his length, edging him ever closer to the finish line.

" 'Zula….ke-keep that up and I'm go-…oh- hnhh !" he stuttered and jerked his hips into her, his hands frantically tapping her arm as his vision started to blur and his head was feeling slightly woozy. In a flash, the pressure on his throat was gone, replaced with soft kisses as she collapsed on top of his chest, his orgasm sparking a chain reaction in her that had her cumming within seconds.

"So-sokka, are you okay? Sokka, talk to me. I-I didn't mean to hurt you, I thou-" she asked, her voice fraught with concern.

"J-just need a minute…." he stammered, drawing in deep lungfuls of air. Slowly, he sat up on his elbows, as she stared at him with wet honey-gold orbs, worry and concern etched on her face while grabbed some pillows and placed them behind his head.

"Stop-stop scaring me like that, I was so worried that-that I hurt you again." she mumbled into his chest, as he stroked her back.

"Shhh it's okay, it's a learning experience. By the way, where did you get that idea from?"

"I, um, well…I was at the bookstore with your sister last week…and um…there was this novel th-that had some title like.. No Big Deal or something and-Agni it's embarrassing." she blushed, feeling the tips of her ears grow hot at the memory.

"Well, I suppose it must really have you all hot and flustered if it made you want to recreate a scene from the novel. Who knew Princess Azula of the Fire Nation could be turned on with just words on paper?" he teased.

"If you ever so much as squeak about what I told you….."

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed. After all, we wouldn't want the world to know that you like shoved up against walls, now would we?" he smirked, the memory of them making hot passionate love under the tunnels of the palace with her shoved against the bare rock wall unwittingly turning him on again.

"You just love shoving me up against hard surfaces, don't you?"

"That's because I know how much it turns you on, princess." he poked, to which she pouted and swatted his chest.

"Anyways, I feel all sticky and sweaty and a nice hot shower sounds really nice right now."

"Mmm… how about a long soak in a hot bath? Between last night and just now, my muscles are sore all over and I don't think I'll be able to walk straight for the next two days."

"Oh no…."he mockingly replied, "You're just looking for an excuse to get me to be your one man palanquin, aren't you?"

"Guilty as charged."

"You're under arrest." Sokka replied, imitating one of the metalbenders that made up Republic City's police department.

"Officer, it's my first time…couldn't you let me go with a warning? I promise I'll be a good girl. Please don't arrest me…" Azula blinked coquettishly at him, putting on her best puppy face as she played along with Sokka. 

"You know, we should do that sometime, I can always get a set of uniforms and handcuffs from Toph."

"I suppose we could try that next time Sokka. Now, if I recall, there was talk about you setting up a hot bath for your princess…"

"One hot bath coming right up." ************

While Sokka set about setting up the bath, Azula made sure he wasn't looking and crept away to their pantry, where she pulled out a bottle of sparkling wine and some glasses before returning to their bathroom.

"I think it's all set Azula, do you want to-what's this?" he asked as he turned around to find her holding said bottle and two glasses.

"Well…I thought, um since, well….it's our wedding anniversary today and um..maybe we should do something special?" she rocked back and forth on her heels, her face turning a rosy pink as she still found it difficult to vocalize her love and adoration for Sokka, preferring instead to display it through actions.

Placing the drinkware on the sink, he pulled her into a passionate kiss and an equally intimate hug, telling her just how much he appreciated her gestures and how proud he was of her.

"S-Sokka..can't breathe…owww." she mumbled into his chest.

"Sorry." he replied, letting his arms slacken around her.

"You get in first, I'll handle this." 

"No, you get in the bath first. That's an order from your princess Sokka."

"Don't mind me if I do." he replied, letting himself sink to the bottom as the heat and oils lapped away at the weariness in his bones. Seconds later, Azula joined him, handing him a glass as she too, happily sank into the warmth, snuggling up to Sokka as she took a sip from her glass.

"Azula?"

"Yes, my dear husband?"

"Thank you. Happy anniversary, Azula." he toasted, before setting aside his glass and wrapping his arms around her.

"Happy anniversary to you too, Sokka." she replied, landing a sideways kiss on his lips as she mewled and purred like a satisfied kitten, letting herself be held in his arms, wishing the feeling would stay forever. ******** ********

君が僕を忘れてしまっても

If one day, you don't remember me anymore

ちょっとつらいけど それでもいいから

It'll hurt, but that's okay

僕より先に どこか遠くに

I'll never let you go ahead of me

旅立つことは絶対 許さないから

I won't ever let you leave before me

生まれ変わったとしても 出会い方が最悪でも

Even if we're reborn and meet in worst possible way

また僕は君に恋するんだよ

I'd gladly fall in love with you all over again

僕の心は 君にいつも片思い

My heart will always be chasing after you

好きだよ わかってよ わかってよ わかってよ

I love you, do you understand?

Darling 夢が叶ったの

お似合いの言葉が見つからないよ

Darling 夢が叶ったの

ねえ darling 愛してる

Chieftain's residence

Southern Water Tribe

Standing on the balcony, Azula looked out to see that despite the cold, there was still a hustle and bustle on the streets below that reminded her of Republic City as the residents gathered last minute items for the winter solstice festival. Feeling a familiar pair of arms wrap around her, she immediately back herself into him, greedily sucking his body heat as she wove her fingers into his hands. 

"Whatchu thinking about, princess?" he asked, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Y'know Sokka…there's something I've always wanted to ask, if you don't mind."

"Ask away."

"I know it sounds like I am questioning…us..but just hear me out for a minute. I don't know what life was like for you prior to us getting married, but it seems like you were willing to throw away everything you've built and had and hitch yourself to someone like me who…isn't like Yue…or Suki..?"

"I…Spirits don't roast me for this..but I guess it was a small twinge of pity that kind of got the ball rolling. I mean, comparatively speaking Zuko had done a lot worse than you, like kidnapping Aang, kidnapping my sister, betraying us to the Fire Nation on top of the usual antics of trying to kill us everytime we met, yet we gave him another chance and just..it didn't seem fair to not offer you that same chance. Besides, we were all young and didn't know any better back then."

"But clearly you must have seen something to convince you to take that leap."

"I guess…the more I thought about it, the more my mind kept flashing back to what happened back in the North. Did Zuko ever tell you what happened?'

"I heard bits and pieces of what happened, but not the whole story." 

"Well, the Moon Spirit was once a person named Yue. If I had to guess, she was probably the same age as you were and just as devoted to her people and her duty as you were, though I guess she was more gentler about it than you are. Anyways, turns out, the reason she had white hair, and I mean white like fresh snow, was that she had the Moon Spirit living inside her when she was a child."

"Okay…but I'm not sure how this relates."

"I'm getting there. Anyways, we hit it off, only to discover that she was bound by arranged marriage to some jackass named Hahn, and-"

"Hold up, you tried to steal someone's fiancee? Agni Sokka, you really have no limits to your promiscuity don't you?"

"In my defence, I was young and dumb okay?!"

"The mess you made yesterday says otherwise." 

"That's why I have you to help me clean up my mess." he smirked, earning himself a decent nudge to his gut from her." 

"Oww!" 

"Serves you right, you big man-child." she huffed.

"You mean, your big man-child."

"Unfortunately."

"Moving on, turns out the reason Zhao went after the Northern Water Tribe was because he found a map showing all the spiritual hotspots of the Four Nations. He was planning to kill both the Moon and Ocean Spirit in one blow."

"I knew Zhao was a dumbass, but even he knows there'd be severe consequences for fucking around with Spirit beings."

"Clearly he didn't, cuz he killed the Moon Spirit. And-and the only way to save it was…was for Yue to give back the life she gotten from the Moon Spirit all those years ago. I watched her die in my arms that night." Sokka paused, as Azula turned around and hugged him, rubbing his back as the memories threatened to overwhelm him.

"The longer I thought about it, the more I started to..see I guess you could say, you being stuck in a similar situation, and it just..felt unfair. The night before I was supposed to head back to Republic City, a freak storm came out of nowhere and hit Caldera, grounding all airship routes."

"I remember that. I couldn't sleep the entire night, the wind kept me up." 

"Same, I couldn't sleep that night because of the wind so I got out of bed and asked Yue if..if this was a sign and-well, she appeared to me. Told me that while the choice was ultimately mine to take, she'd give her blessing and protection for what it's worth if well, I agreed to Zuko's plan to marry you to keep you out of Kuei's hands. I suppose she saw something between me and you that convinced her. Plus, if I'm being honest, you certainly did fit my type. Beautiful, intelligent and totally capable of kicking my ass into next year. Yeah, I was kind of crushing on you…just a little. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes, it does. I suppose I too should come clean and tell you that I kinda sorta…was falling for you as well."

"Oh ho, and when was that? Come on, I promise not to tell anyone." he winked and teased her.

 "After the day of Black Sun, I…couldn't stop thinking about you and-and I imagined what it was like…to um well…Spirits Sokka it's so embarrassing to say it out loud." 

"I am well aware of the effect I have on your decision making abilities. You're welcome, by the way. In any case, aren't you glad you have me so you don't need to rely on your imagination anymore?"

"You're lucky you're cute." she huffed into his shoulder.

"Point noted. Anyways princess, do you want to head in? It's getting chilly out here."

"Weak." she poked, sticking out her tongue at him.

"Having you as my personal space heater certainly hasn't helped." 

"Wow Sokka, is that all I am to you? A personal space heater? I don't know whether to slap you or kiss you."

"How about I make that decision for you?" he replied, tilting her chin up to meet her lips. As they deepened their kiss, Sokka's tongue licked her lips, filling him with the taste of cherries and honey before she allowed him access. In return, her tongue crossed over into Sokka's mouth, exploring every inch of it as they held their kiss. When they finally broke for air, Azula couldn't help but smile at the man she was proud to call her husband.

"Alright Sokka, let's head back in, it is getting a little cold." ***********

As they crawled under the sheets, Azula burrowed her way into his arms and nestled her head against his chest. 

"Sokka?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you." she whispered.

"Love you too. Good night, princess" he responded, planting a soft kiss on her forehead that made her giggle slightly as his hand flicked off the lights. As Sokka's heartbeat gently lulled her to sleep, Azula looked up at the night sky and whispered in her heart a thankful prayer to Yue, promising that she would chase after Sokka with everything that she had, no matter when or where, for just as his heart belong to her, her heart was also his. Closing her eyes, she dreamed of him, as she always did.

#sokkla #sokka x azula #sokkla santa 2022 #rated S for sokkla sexy times #go read kataomoi's lyrics and tell me that it's not a love song despite the title #AU

[simpingwriter]

Jerome Valeska

x

Faith Wayne/Phoenix

'All you need is

a bit of Faith'

pt.7

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...but in exchange, I got TWO chapters done! Wooo yeah baby~ 😎

First time of the family in the story, MediNait Blackout Fest, then hitting up the ginger the next morning as Phoenix.

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: approx. 3.410 Words

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When you park your motorcycle in front of the garage, you can already see the light coming from the living room and kitchen windows of the Manor, and it wasn't weird for the time of day either, it's 7PM by now and that usually meant it's time for dinner.

Unfortunately you were absolutely out of spare clothes in your backpack, so you had to literally decide between driving home dressed like an escapee from Arkham or go through the exhausting troubles of getting into your Phoenix-costume until back home.

Dad and his reputation can thank you for having enough cells in your body left that know what shame is and what it feels like to a certain extent which in the end practically forced you into the tight costume.

Add to that that you were absolutely losing your literal mind with the cold clogging up near all holes available to your airways, you were grateful that you could drive home relatively safely in the first place. "God I hope I got some MediNait left in my first aid cabinet, that no one raided it…again, while I was gone." You mumble to yourself while turning the main house key in the lock, though before you can finish turning it, the door gets pulled inwards, close to dragging you along had you not some sense of balance left in your limbs.

On the other side, the culprit of opening the door was none other than Jason, brows pulled up when he looked you up and down, "You look like you died and came back as well." Probably because you're starting to feel exactly like that, more and more by the hour too. "...Cool. Now let me in, Jay…" Pushing past him, you rip your Mask off first, then your gloves, then your boots. The worst things first.

Then you lie down with a groan, feeling the tiled foyer floor cool down your skin, wondering how there wasn't steam rising from you by now already. "The hell happened to you??" your older "brother" asks, poking your side with one socked foot before crouching down next to you at the height of your head. "Gotham River… that's what happened." You cough out, rolling onto your back just in time to see the rest fill into the Foyer. "The cat brought in a dead firebird?" Damian jokes, doing the same thing Jason did, poking you with his foot. This family was mostly not by blood, that didn't mean that you all didn't copy or learn stupid shit from each other, this being one of the many examples.

"How is the River the reason you look this shi- bad? Dad informed us that you're doing undercover work for the Commissioner in Arkham." Well, the river is right next to that shithole. "Does that really matter now, Master Jason? Clearly Lady Faith is not in the condition to argue with you as usual."

You were, you just didn't want to. Too tired and exhausted…okay…maybe you weren't in the condition, point taken.

"You're getting a cold, aren't you, Lady Faith?" Full course into one, yes. "Alfred, how do you know it's a cold?" At that, Dick needs to laugh, pointing down at Damian now, "Damian is sick too, since this morning, that's how." Of course it's always the siblings connected by blood that end up sick at the same fucking time, it's somehow always like that, but never Damian first. He just follows up and immediately everyone goes: "Faith, since when have you been carrying that shit around without asking for help?" You refuse to ask anyone but Alfred for help, because everyone else is absolutely helpless in these situations. So why ask in the first place if you know you only end up getting half buried alive again like last time??

A shiver runs down your spine, incidentally so did Damian shake, glaring at you, "You're a curse, sister." "And you're a brat…that refuses his Jacket even in a blizzard, obviously a…a damn skill issue." More coughing later, Alfred and Bruce are done watching this miserable scene, one of them helping you back to your feet while the other escorts everyone back to the Dining room. And the sight would almost bring tears to your face: Hot, steaming Chicken Noodle Soup, most definitely cooked by Alfred, taking it from the way it looks basically perfect. "Since young Master Damian had a cold, I thought it was best to make one not just for him but for everyone. A type of prevention for the rest of us. Plus, I got a kind of feeling it would've hit you too."

After Alfred explained, he hurried back into the kitchen to ready a bowl for you as well while you sink into your chair. It was just a week, but it felt like an eternity to not have felt the nice cushions on these chairs, or the generally inviting interior of the Manor. It was quite literally worlds that differentiate this all from Arkham. And something inside you wished you could've taken Jerome here as well instead of just the apartment.

But you knew how your family ticks and what makes them tick specifically, bringing Jerome here? All hell would break loose. You won't even mention him and you meeting if they ask you about this Undercover Mission, and they will definitely ask, it would be weird for them to not be interested. Even Jason and Damian usually wanted to know what happened on the missions or Patrols of the others. You talk and think about the two like they are your least favorite siblings of them all, but if anything it was the polar opposite: You had the closest connection to Jason of them all. And Damian? Even though he avoided it at first, and so did you, you both quickly realized you have quite a lot in common due to your shared father, so you often train and hang out together despite the age difference.

But it was only natural, the closer siblings were, the more brutal the teasing and "insults" would become.

"The damn cold, I'm freezing like hell…" It makes Bruce hum, looking outside, "It's mid-autumn already, it's getting much colder, much quicker again. So I wouldn't just push it onto your cold alone. I will start the fireplace in the living room with Alfred after dinner. If you're still cold after, maybe we should start the one in your's and Damian's rooms as well..." Damian, sitting across from you, grunts out in disapproval at that, partially stopped by a cough, "I'm not cold! I'm not as weak as her!" Shut up, you shivering too, Garden Gnome. He shook just as much as you, it just didn't show as much through him already wearing some thicker, warmer clothes than you. After all, your Costume is uninsulated unlike the Cold-Weather one you usually started using towards the end of Autumn Season. Perhaps you should switch them out sooner this year…

When dinner was finished, along with some Pudding for dessert and you all started to migrate to the living room after helping to clean up the mess, well, excluding you and Damian in your clumsy conditions, Bruce clears his throat, crouching over the right side of the fireplace, placing some dry wood pieces in. Right. Here it comes, he will ask about the mission now-

"So. The undercover mission. I take it as having ended positively if you're back already?" Already is not the word you would've chosen. One week was already more than enough for your probably relatively short lifespan – in comparison to other People – as Phoenix. The others settled into the couch cushions as well, getting much more comfy than you, as you didn't plan on dozing off on it at all. You need to be fit again till tomorrow afternoon at least, if not earlier.

"More or less, the day I caught the suspect for Gordon was also the day I took a bath into that dank river. And they ended up tossing me right back into those freezing cells, not even bothering to think about a new set of clothes for me..." They could imagine for themselves how that would feel, when you feel the cold of the walls bite at your skin and bones already and then you add a dripping layer of dirty River canal water to the mixture. "In that case I am pleasantly surprised that you got away with just a cold, Lady Faith." Alfred was right about that, you could have as well gotten the flu or worse…pneumonia.

Had that once and never again. Mostly because you dragged Damian into that mess as well, as expected. And you hated having a second person sick in the Manor, why? Obvious reasons: Just you sick, Alfred can pay enough attention to your sick ass so you don't waste away in your own used tissues for weeks, just a few days maybe. But TWO? It's going to be WEEKS of two Robins completely taken out of the equation and Patrols. Mostly because despite his intelligence, and stupid "gEnEtIc AdVaNtAgEs"...he is still a stubborn little brat that refuses to take the bitter medicine when needed.

"How did you even end up in the river, darling?" Bruce asks worriedly, pulling his hand away quickly before the fire got to it when he threw more lumber into it. Feed it and it wants to bite you for it, ...feral Fire, ha ha. Stop it, Faith.

"...saw the suspect...and...climbed over the Courtyard fence?" Your siblings first stare then laugh, probably a mental image of you basically throwing yourself like a this time legitimate madman over the barbed wire at the top. "You broke out of Arkham…because it was an inconvenience to you, you're basically saying?" Basically, yeah. Had you known that the fucker would just return to sender (the crime scene) like that, you wouldn't have done all this shit and would've just posted up nearby, preferably in a car that has heating installed.

But you of course wouldn't have met and talked to Jerome that way. He would've still been…there. Wasting and rotting away more and more mentally, until not even the world's best therapist and psychologist could shake sense back into him.

Just like his very unfortunate origin of blood, his father the Joker, there would probably be nothing left to do but put him in a straight jacket and hope he doesn't accidentally kill himself while trying to escape that certain "clothing" article.

Who knows…three more months? Would Jerome have gained some unhealthy confidence through someone or something else and broke out? Killed people on the same day, caused havoc? Who would you be to not stop that from happening AND save a boy from becoming someone he doesn't even want to be at this point of time?

"Still with us?" "Huh? Y-yeah, just sunken in thoughts. Not so important though." "If you say so. I asked how you want to continue with what you have thanks to seeing the suspect? Did you give Gordon's men the description of the man?" You shake your head, already having set aside a plan for Phoenix to follow once you feel at least a slight bit better. "Well, Lady Faith, if i'm correct and you're going to do this yourself, you need to be fit again. I recommend drinking a lot of water, even more than usual. Preferably the same Electrolyte Water you and your siblings use during training sessions." Alfred notes loudly from the kitchen, placing two two liter bottles of said water onto the counter, the heaviness of them underlined by the sound they made, a deep thump.

Heavier than Jason's self-loath.

All that in ONE night?? You’re never getting out of the bathroom at that point…

But Alfred usually was right when it came to any of you getting sick, so you didn't have much of a choice than to trust him. "O-okay. Guess I should start then, and go to bed to be rested for tomorrow…" grabbing the bottles, one in each hand, you trotted back out to the living room, giving your Dad a hug and wishing everyone a unified goodnight before slipping away fully for the night.

Once in your room, you steer into the bathroom and before you hit the hay, you grab the rest of the MediNait left from last time. You had thrown away the instructions when you unpacked it a few months ago, so you don't remember what the right dosag- eh. fuck it, down the hatch!

The green liquid burned like medicinal honey, smooth yet disgusting as it moved down your throat, many big gulps of Electrolyte Water getting sent right after to clean your pallet of the nasty green magic liquid. While it tastes absolutely awful and at least half of your family doesn't feel better through it either way, it was half a miracle potion when used on you.

So it wasn't far off for you to believe that if you both downed half that left-over bottle – already sitting on your bed while doing so, knowing it's side effects of making everyone and everything sleepy with just the fumes it creared – and followed Alfred's advice for the Wat-

When you wake again, you are in a different spot on your bed than before, you also weren't in the confines of your Costume anymore, the main part of it thrown haphazardly over the chair of your desk, your underwear missing entirely and the water bottles both empty…

Did you mentally blackout the last hours yesterday? If yes, congrats to yourself for drinking all that water and not just yet wetting your bed…but it was just about as your struggle out from your bed. The very bed that you missed so badly while in Arkham. You don't even remember what bed and mattress you had in the safe house that Jerome is using right now, but you hoped it was something similarly comfortable. And if it was, you wanted to imagine him lying in it, too comfortable and lazy to move even one muscle once he lies in it. You doubted that the bed in his old trailer from the Circus was all that comfy either, so if past-you was as smart as today – oh...she definitely wasn't – and it's the same mattress as here, this might be a welcome change to his back.

Standing up, you're quick to notice the missing dizziness and the ease on your lung trying to breath in Air once more. Fuck, you love MediNait.

Knocks you out, like your allergy meds, and does the rest while the lights are out.

After quickly using the bathroom in your room to take care of the mess you left behind on yourself, you went to pick up your strewn about Suit, first putting on fresh underwear and immediately throwing yourself back into your Costume. There is never a day you don't have to wear it for some reason or another, so you need to remember to switch out for one of your spare ones on washing day…

You barely had found your way into garage when you felt something akin to a tension or stress headache forming all around your head, great so the medic-

"Where are you going so early in the morning?" Never fucking mind, the headache is just Damian…

"Good morning to you too, head- i mean, Damian… If it matters to you, I need to finish the promise I gave to Gordon and catch his suspect." The boy squints and shakes his head with a sigh, "Do you even know where to start with that? I thought you only got his description." Yes, you do only have that, but that alone can give you enough hints to at least shrink the search radius for him. "That's why I'm leaving now already. And you get back to bed, unlike me you still sound like death molested you…" Even when he scoffs at your actually serious recommendation, himself not done with you, you grab your helmet from the rack at the wall and get onto motocycle that Phoenix used, it was black and Grey with orange and yellow accents unlike the dark purple sportbike you yourself used as Faith. This one was similar in design to the Batcycle and drove just like it.

"I wasn't done talking!" "I was! See you and the rest for dinner! And take your cold medicine!" Damian was smart enough to not jump in front of the motorcycleas you started it, clearly it wasn't that important to him anyways as he rather chose to childishly pout at you while you started the bike and drove off towards the city, your cape flying behind you.

It was a ten minute drive usually, in your case six as you had luck and the highway you and the rest used to get into the city was still relatively empty, the morning rush not yet having started and giving you the thrill of speed to wake you fully now.

On the way, you still had to decide whether to drive to the Station and Gordon, to your safe house and Jerome or to just investigate on your own for now. But unfortunately your curiosity got the best of you, drawing you in like a magnet in front of the building your safe house, or "Faith's Apartment" is located at, hiding the motorcycle with its invisibility cloak setting. At first, you wanted to use the second set of keys you had of them, luckily the only other set, otherwise who knows who of your family would suddenly decide to check in your apartment only to find a stranger living in it. And then you remember that you're here as Phoenix, not Faith. Phoenix doesn't own this apartment, in Jerome's eyes.

Slightly disgruntled at that, you throw the keys back into the small satchel on your tool belt before getting your gloves to good use, unsheathing the metal claws hidden inside the mechanism on top. With them, you quickly could scale most walls around Gotham, if that didn't work, you still could use the grappling gun everyone of you had. Within half a minute, you slipped onto the balcony in front of the living room window of the Safe House.

You couldn't fight it as quickly as it came, the smile once you saw the redhead walking around in…oh dear. Still wearing the dirty Prison Uniform. Did Jim not give him at least one different set of clothes??

You really need to change that, but you don't know if you're going to have the time for such "miscellaneous" deviations today. Plus, Phoenix isn't exactly the kinda person to suddenly go shopping with someone and walk among the rest of the Gothamites like a normal person, she's a brutal, often feared, Vigilante for God's sake! That's a job for Faith!

Well, at least it looked like he took a shower, a fulfilling one at that, his hair did look much nicer than you expected when not coated and crusted with his own blood and the cement dust of the cells.

You can't help but chuckle at the little jump going through his whole body once you knocked at the window, feeling the smile growing into a smirk when his eyes widen, seeing you at the window, unable to react at first.

"Could you let me in please?" You knock again to throw him back to his senses, a quick nod followed by him almost falling over his feet to get to the window and open it, watching you as you leaned against the windowsill with your forearms. "It's…it's really you…you're Phoenix!"

"In the blood, yeah. First of all, good morning, Jerome, second of all, Faith asked me to check up on you, since she couldn't stay all that long after getting you to the Precinct." Climbing in through and into the living room, you stretch out a bit from the climb up the wall, still keeping your eyes on Jerome either way. He looked not as well rested as you expected.

"...I'm guessing you didn't sleep that well, so we can take that one off the list of 'Yeah, doing good', huh?" He averted his dark green eyes, something in the mix of shame and annoyance in them, nodding, "You could say so…i.I…had a nightmare. But that's nothing new to me."

Nightmares?

You doubt they are of Arkham, as he knew them to be nothing new to him. And from what he had told you, you could believe that opinion. You had a pretty good idea where these nightmares actually come from and why he has them anyways: His mother and the abuse he got from her, his twin and from the rest of the people working at the Circus. Maybe even of the Circus itself if his trauma constantly was fed and built in that very place. Or perhaps even of the day he killed her?

No, you doubt that. While he seemed spooked about quite literally anything that moved too quickly or he didn't know, you were very certain that Jerome…that he didn't exactly regret what he did. Maybe someday he will see that his abuse could've been ended in different, legal ways, but regret will probably never come to his mind, and if, not for very long.

But: No matter what the cause is, you, both Faith and Phoenix, will attempt to get this out of his mind as well.

You knew all too well how nightmares could mess with one's head, the repeated memory of Jason's death back then, the funeral, being an example...

#jerome valeska x oc #Jerome Valeska x batsis!Oc #jerome valeska x batsis #dc x oc #jerome valeska x batsis!oc #batfam x oc #batfam x batsis #Innocent Jerome Valeska

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts: #217

BBS Prompts & Sentence Starters: [ 11 ]

VANOSSGAMING

These guys are really bad at parkour.

Oh, jumpscare, so scary!

He’ll do anything for candy.

Why are we buying pants?

I feel like I’m just hanging out with you guys in a random basement.

Where did this guy come from?

That sounds awesome.

Does that mean go, that means go, right?

You know what this is, a perfect opportunity to order food.

What did you do?

Sorry, I should’ve healed earlier.

I wish you died…

I discovered that eight hours ago.

You’re a poet, and you’re not aware.

Someone describe what the hell is going on.

I didn’t say I wasn’t enjoying myself, I just said it was really cool.

Yes, my hero!

He was actually still alive.

What is this, some kind of sick cult?

I'm not even hungry, I just want to make sure I have something for a victory munch.

SMII7Y

Don't go for him, he's dangerous!

I'm hiding in the goddamn bathroom.

And we both accomplished something today.

He's just way better.

How is he not dead?

I did not do that, I just want to clarify, I did not do that.

That’s for killing me, you fuck.

Oh, wow, alright.

What’s it doing, it’s so shit.

It did nothing for me.

BASICALLYIDOWRK

I’m ready to go where you guys are.

You guys ready for this adventure?

I told you not to do that.

Why does he want me?

I didn't take anything, swear to God.

I think he's gonna run the same deck.

I hate that so much.

I'm betting on the demon, and I don't know what it is yet, bitch!

We're not very good…vampires.

Oh my God, come here.

BLARG

No it wasn't, you're lying to yourself.

I'm gonna throw up to the sound of you playing harmonica!

You're not worth it.

Do I look like I bought the lobster?

Someone distract him.

I hate when dad drinks.

You guys look like a shitty high school play.

You know you’re wearing a lobster suit, right?

Sorry guys, my car alarms going off.

I'm all bricked up with nowhere to go.

WILDCAT

My teams really letting me down here.

You fucking rat!

He’s digging straight down.

I don’t think he’s working on it.

I almost fell.

I would’ve found it within seconds.

Not even fifteen minutes of footage, and he’s the one who died.

We should go on an adventure together.

Whoever shot him, thank you, you're doing the Lord's work.

What in the holy fuck am I getting into?

GRIZZY

What happened, I'm coming back.

We're also missing a door.

I'm gonna drink my problems away.

I wish my screen wasn't so fucking blurry.

Bro, what the fuck is going on here?

Can I have the hat?

Don't shoot him, just tie him.

This is all your fault!

That's not good.

Oh, that's probably what I was doing.

NOGLA

Does anyone want to hear about my tooth?

Don’t take your mask off!

Can we just agree that no one gives a fuck about the story.

You ain’t going to see me in person, you ain’t never going to see me in person, you never leave your house.

That gave me a migraine, am I dead?

I made my friend rage quit.

We did, that was the first switch we hit.

He’s the guy that haunts the house, didn’t you read the story?

This game is a little too complex for us.

Stop, I don’t know how this game works.

BIGPUFFER

Can this thing even catch up?

What, that killed me?

What the fuck do you mean 'good luck?'

How did you get him?

How the fuck did he live?

It's the same fucking guy, he keeps coming back.

Sorry, I audibly threw up.

Ooh! Don't revive him, it takes you in there!

How do you blow these things up?

Wait, is it in?

MOO

Wise words.

Are you freaking kidding me, holy crap!

Why is that your comeback to everything?

So comfy.

Maybe not punch all my animals.

At least I didn't do that.

Let me get back in this!

Oh, that's unfortunate for me.

Nice little warm up.

You guys don't know all the lore?

KRYOZ

I don't think it really matters, I don't think it was going to do what we needed it to do, anyways.

No, it was so close!

If I turn the wrong way, I'm just fucked.

Is this getting thinner?

Oh yeah, blame it on me not playing.

This is where I catch up.

What the fuck, I'm dead!

I got ahead, and you guys suck.

Help, help, hold my hand!

That's good, that's good, keep it going.

TERRORISER

Oh, that door opened down there!

Yeah, go fuck yourself.

He didn't choose it, but he's happy to keep it.

Did you punch the screen?

Where the fuck am I?

Spit on your hand.

What's this thing in the middle?

I feel like there's more in here and you're not telling us.

What the fuck is chasing me?

It's invisible on my screen!

#banana bus squad #bbs #bbs prompts #banana bus squad prompts #vanossgaming #smii7y #basicallyidowrk #blarg #i am wildcat #grizzy #daithi de nogla #bigpuffer #moo snuckel #kryoz #the terroriser #bbs writing prompts #rpf #rpf prompts #tw swearing #text #words

[incarnateirony]

Okay so, you guys know I went from some pretty recent highs to a series of unfortunate lows as disability onset. But as I see the finish line clear as day, and things actually getting REAL GOOD HERE SOON, I really got no choice to ride it instead of stress--and I've been laughing.

So enjoy the story of:

"Man, you guys think autistic executive function is bad? Let's try Autistic Executive Function With Effectual Narcoleptic Disorder.", which I'm actually now laughing at myself the last few months.

Because god DAMN is it debilitating to pass out all the time.

So anyway, some months back, monnnnths back I got REAL sick. It used up most of my PTO. Afterward, I started passing out, which they wanted separate notes for, for any kind of leave. But I have my funky medical history and my clinic was backed up and by the time I got in, it was too late basically. I mean doc has on file I'm basically screwed, so there was that. Weird silver lining but okay.

My bosses were great, apologized, said if I ever felt I could do the old 9-5 style again they'd take me back in a heartbeat rehire policy be damned, but that was a pretty big limiter. And like that, poof--my insurance, including my disability insurance I was trying to file for at the same time which would pay me about 1200/mo forever even BEFORE federal SS--boom, gone.

So at this point, you're probably like, wow, I'd be panicking. But really I was too tired from falling asleep over and over through the day to care? I was like. well i have some savings and I can pull my peasly lil one year 401k i'm good.

So at this point it's like early november. You know you're an industrious person and can make this work. You got time, and a variety of side income options. And. You fall asleep. And--you know you're an industrious person and-- you fall asleep.

Yo okay this rebooting shit is getting wild. Is today tomorrow new zealand? Wait, what day is it. Oh shit how did I lose a week?

So around then it's like. Mid November suddenly. You're not sure when that happened somewhere in the last 100 times you passed out but it sure the fuck did. In that time you've been getting up to do various processes that need done. Like dishes. Or trash. Or posting online. Or stuff. But there was zero concept of time much less ability to prioritize by it. THINGS WERE ACCOMPLISHED SUCCESSFULLY, BUT NOT NECESSARILY AS NEEDED.

So in this time you're like, trying to fill out paperwork and shit, like disability and all that good stuff. Only this also falls in the various miscellaneous life tasks pile, complete with passing out a few times at processes like 'get a copy of id' or whatever. So somehow this only gets in at like. End of month. But now it's holidays anyway so god knows ain't nobody opening it until today when I'm making this post, if I'm lucky.

So. Like. Somehow you just had to pay out not just October and November, but December from those spare funds and you realized, wait. When's the last time I paid my FUCKING utilities. FUCK. FUCK I DIDN'T PUT THAT ON MY LIST.

Even while I was working, I realized my passing out schedule; what I didn't think about was why it was a passing out schedule. I spent months, these many months, fighting it. Like, maybe if I try this diet thing or cutting coffee or doing whatever, I can do... something. It has to be something I can adjust. But no.

And some point around early december I got an insomnia bit, it shifted my schedule half a day, and I slept through what I can only call peak passout period. And yeah I woke up groggy like mornings and took a while to get moving but... I really only passed out like once in a few weeks, and that was while figuring out this could, in fact, be a schedule.

But you know. That's in a few weeks. So basically, Merry Christmas, go you, you figured out How To Fucking Function Again.

So this last week has been primarily that, and I've even scouted out a WFH job that might suit even these limitations, though still letting other things pend. I got stressed from the roomies being late on shit and went full middle class suburban housewife in panic for a second there. And yeah I'm in the red bad this month, but I can just post another garage sale in the basement if I really gotta push just enough to hop ahead.

For what it's worth, the doctor literally put on file that he can't figure out what's causing it, just that it's clearly debilitating. But my health is so complicated the simplest thing demands minimum 12 blood panels because, for most people, it's usually X thing, but for me, it could be 100 things, something he's literally said. He has to treat me like an episode of House whenever I come in, only instead of being an asshole, he's quirky and gay.

not all doctors get a zebra in their lifetime, but the ones that recognize they ARE there instead of regular ol horses tend to end up REAL keen docs.

But that said, that IS why I pushed my patreon and stuff a bit this month, to help bridge the gap if you will, but I brought myself down like. Nono, LET them bring this to court, this will go so bad for them. I show up with my 1700 receipts from THEIR negligence they've been dodging and they come at me over being a few weeks late once like their weird autotrigger threat emails. Nawwww. open that can, assholes. So I'm good. Got what I need for the second, and know over the next week I got enough liquid cash coming in to do whatever it is i need to do.

So now that I'm sitting here realizing I'm 100x better than good just Not Right This Second, but finally in relative mastery of my schedule as long as I stop trying to conform, I can't help but look back at the lunacy of the last 3 months.

Like sure, in life I was always more nightowl aligned. But I could snap into Adult(TM) schedule. With the random passouts, I couldn't. I literally couldn't. And for some reason the heat of them came pretty much during normal 9-5 work hours. Then, duh, I decide to sleep through the worst period of my flares after a few months instead of Trying To Make It Work, and omg, I'm mostly functional.

Who woulda thunk if I didn't spend all my spoons fighting my body just to fit Normie Shit, I'd be able to hold coherent days.

That's where I've been since the holidays roughly, though the last week is realizing I HAVE finally found a tempo that works for more than a few days, this is NOT a temporary resolution. Now it's just working in those constraints.

But what a wild timeless dream ride like October through December were, jesus christ. Goddamn groundhog day. I feel you, Sam, I feel you buddy.

For what it's worth, finding that schedule has you know, given time meaning, instead of floating through Just Being In The Cosmos But Somehow Paying Rent In It or whatever that was for a season there. Jesus christ.

Literally none of it was lack of effort. The effort was there, it was just in a million tasks I could never finish before passing out again. Or at least not in the necessary order. WILD shit to experience.

#not spn #me

[taegularities]

Tw talks about bipolar disorder and adhd ahead

If a friend texts that she’s sick in a work group chat do you expect her to text you privately because you’ve made plans go to out to eat because she said “I’ll text you tomorrow how I feel”

When I asked about it I got this as an message “Also put in the group app that I'm sick. Thought that was clear” like bitch yes maybe to them but I’m not a fucking dog but I’d really liked it if you’d shot me a text privately.. ughhh it took everything in me not to tell her a private one would have been nice

Lately things she’s telling don’t match with what she’s telling at work. Now all of a sudden she has ADHD solemnly because her bf got in a small car accident which means she’s not the center of attention anymore. I told my mom about it and she found it strange like you can’t have bipolar disorder and ADHD (she never got officially diagnosed by a doctor.. as far as I know) ever since the new year started I feel like we’re kinda like casual colleagues and JUST friends you know like I don’t know shit about her anymore

(Also do I work with my /best/ friend yes. Do I regret telling 1,5 years ago that it was fine by me if she started working the same job as me FUCK YES. I’ve send you an ask about my best not so best friend last year or so. So maybe you know who I am, I also did send you an ask with a tw up top before. Anyways I feel a lot calmer now that I could vent to someone.)

Thanks for always listening to our bitch ass stories and giving feedback on what to do going forward. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.

hmmm. first of all, hug 🫂 i'm sorry the two of you have been going through a rough patch... such things always suck big time :(

so, i'd say it'd be best to communicate that with her — but in order to do that, i'd start calmly, when you're in a peaceful mindset, and not too angry anymore.

i think when someone's sick, the energy is quite low, right? perhaps she forgot your guys' plans (which sucks); or maybe she thought it'd be sufficient to put the message in your gc? yeah, i personally would still text someone privately, but that's different for everyone, too. though she probably could've phrased it nicer than she did...

about the bipolar/adhd thing, i unfortunately don't know enough about this, but i did a quick google search and apparently those two can co-occur? if someone's able to educate me on this, please feel free :') self-diagnosis, however, is never good, and it happens way too often these days.

so yeah, i think communication always helps if you're open for it!! if possible, suggest for her to go to a doc, too, bc they could give her a definite diagnosis at least. same with the friendship/colleague thing... spill it all out.

and you know, if that convo doesn't work out, that's okay, too. people grow apart, which can absolutely happen when you guys work together as well, since there are so many more layers you get to know about that person. sometimes their personality doesn't align with ours anymore. but i've had such convos before, and some made the friendship stronger and some ended them — both is ok and part of life !!

i'm really happy venting helped you <3 i'm here anytime, no worries babe. y'all are always here for me, too !! but yes, do try a convo — i'm trying to see both your povs and i feel like that's the best solution for now. good luck, love 🥺

#tw bipolar/adhd #notes for rid 🌹 #anon #long ask

[queen--kenobi]

Congrats on the Duke win!! 🥰💙🏀 Been very MIA lately, but I'm trying to get back in the swing of things. Playing some serious catch up. 😘 I know you've got an OC for HoT/HotD but tell me more!!

Welcome back!!!

Hell yeah!!! I didn't end up watching it because I had to get up way too early for work, but I'm happy with the results sfsgsh

Okay so this might get long, I hope you're okay with that. I have a shit ton of lore. Not even just for Elayna but for the Reynes. They're my OCs now

I've got two because they're stories are intertwined but not in a "we will always find each other way" (romantic) but in a "we will always find each other" (hateful) way

My main one is Elayna Reyne! She's the only daughter and third child of Lord Alon Reyne. She has one surviving older brother, Seban, and a younger brother, Ryman. Her other older brother, Reynard, died in a mine collapse that killed him and Seban's mom. Alon got remarried, so Elayna and Seban are half-siblings (or are they? Dun dun dun). Elayna is absolutely a Daddy's girl and Alon's favorite whoops

Alon gets really sick when she's a preteen, and Seban sends Elayna to be a Ward of the Lannisters. Now, Elayna doesn't necessarily like the Lannisters but it's not full on hate at this point. It's more like "oh. Them"

Enter Tymon Lannister

Tymon is a fuckhead to end all fuckheads. It's canon in a modern AU Tymon is the played lacrosse in high school (probably even competitively in college), khakis and a polo, legacy family at Harvard and Yale, "it's not pink it's Nantucket Red", "I'm a nice guy just give me a chance", top honors frat boy kind of guy

Anyway. Elayna gets warded to the Lannisters, and Tymon sees Elayna and is just like "She's mine. I'm gonna marry her some day, and she's gonna have my kids and be my wife. She was made for me." Elayna doesn't hate him at first, and even gets a tiny bit of a crush on him, because he is legitimately nice to her. It's just when she starts noticing how he treats literally everyone else she's just like "mmmmhhhmmmm. No." Unfortunately Tymon is the only Lannister that's been halfway decent with her, and when Tymon feels like Elayna is pulling away, he starts to get. Unpleasant

Eventually, Alon recovers. Alon asks Elayna is sent home if only for a few weeks because he's missed his daughter. The Lannisters let Elayna go back to Castamere. Alon takes one look at Elayna and realizes oh, she is miserable. It's been about 3 or 4 years of her with the Lannisters, and Elayna is clearly not doing well. Also Elayna ABSOLUTELY hates the Lannisters at this point and has decided her purpose in life is to bring that whole fucking family down to the ground

Alon, being a loving father and the GOAT, says fuck that and instead of sending Elayna back to Casterly Rock, sends Elayna to the Red Keep. Alon was at Court for a bit in his preteen and teenage years and was actually fairly decent friends with Viserys and had friendly rivalry going on with Daemon. Alon knows Viserys will find a place for Elayna, and he does. I'm leaning towards Elayna being one of Helaena's ladies in waiting, but I'm not sure

Elayna ends up befriending Helaena! She and Helaena end up very good friends. Elayna also meets Aemond and phew boy. Elayna falls hard and fast. Thankfully for her, Aemond does too. Unfortunately Aegon also kind of falls for Elayna. Yes Elayna has three of Alicent's children wrapped around her finger ssssshhhhh

Now. Remember how I mentioned Tymon has decided Elayna is his? Yeah, uh, he pops up at Court. He tries to claim it's so he can learn from Tyland blah blah blah, but it's blatantly obvious Tymon has no interest in that. Tymon is just there to persuade Elayna to "come home" and "come to her sense". And Tymon is a Lannister which means he's decided Elayna will be "back where she belongs, with who she belongs", and he will do anything to make that happen

I don't want to say too much more because I don't want to spoil what's coming. I will say this, though. Elayna's story is a tragedy because, ultimately, she is the reason the Reynes are massacred. Obviously she's not the inciting incident, but she sets everything up, if that makes sense? It's obviously not her intention but Elayna's actions ultimately doom future generations and her entire family/bloodline

Canon is not a happy story. I have a bunch of other AUs that are happy but. Canon is an absolute tragedy

#oc: elayna reyne #OC: Tymon Lannister #OC: Alon Reyne #OC: Seban Reyne #OC: Ryman Reyne #Aemond Targaryen x OC #Aemond Targaryen x OFC

[sowthetide]

heyyyyyy *saunters saucily into your ask box* congratulations! you have written a character so appealing that i cant stop thinking about her! and considering shes an alternate version of an already fictional character, i literally have no one else to bother about the brainworms she gives me. so, youre stuck with me. (side note if you do get sick of my endless asks just say the word and i will limit myself to like. two per chapter. probably. i can be normal i promise) ANYWAY i was listening to incredible amazing bigbrained theon playlist this morning and foreigners god by hozier came upand. the way i see it, in asoiaf canon theons one of the characters with the most interesting relationship with religion. he has the conflicting background, and doesnt really seem to connect with either. which isnt bad, not every character needs tk be spiritual, yet he is also some sort of mesiah figure??? like he has visions and talks to the weirwoods and has SO MUCH religious imagery like im not gonna get into it all but dude literally got crucified?? at a stake??? shit idk man. i like it. i like the part where he swears by the seven WHILE AT THE ISLANDS BEFORE HIS DEATH BAPTISM CEREMONY bbg theyre not pagans. but but but back to quenn- i feel like this is more emphasized in her story? maybe thats just me being delusional but (she lights insence in the sept after cat leaves hahahha im normal about this i swear) shes been abandoned by ALL the gods but still prays??? and for what??? stability???? hope?????? shes can seem like such a pessimist at time, a down to earth realist at best, but SHE STILL PRAYS. to what god???? im not very eloquent with words but you should listen to foreigners god the end byeeerer

-TeaInABowl

Why, hello again ;-) You're so nice to me 🥺 I really appreciate it cause I've been dealing with some Family Issues lately ❤️

Also, you do not have to tell ME about the pain of Quen brainworms!!! Thank god I have goddcoward, Ashen_Onion, and, of course, Y'ALL to scream with about Quen with, because otherwise I'd have probably lost my mind by now. Never worry about being normal because I've spent the last year being increasingly Unnormal about Quen, with extensive daydreaming about all of the Saw traps I have/will put her in.

You've reminded me to update my Quen playlist (the link is around here... somewhere...), but I also reallyyyy need to finish my Theon playlist too... eventually...

But back on topic! Yes, Theon's relationship with religion is such an interesting part of his character, and it's something that really drew me to him while reading (as someone with a complicated/agnostic outlook on religion). He has an unusually strong connection with the North's old gods, which is especially apparent in his ADWD chapters (which are some of GRRM's best-ever chapters, I will die on this hill), and I can't wait to see how that (hopefully) intersects with Bran's journey in TWOW.

I took this aspect of Theon's character and ran with it for Quen, as she has a lot of exposure to all three of the main religions in Westeros: the Drowned God during her childhood on the Iron Islands, and the old gods + the Seven during her time with the Starks. Quen has a closer relationship with the Seven in particular, due to her closer relationship with Catelyn/Sansa/Arya/Septa Mordane (by nature of being female in this 'verse), but she oscillates between all three when the occasion calls for it.

What is she praying for? Does she even believe in any of these gods? Who knows! Quen certainly doesn't. But she'll pray to the gods of the people she loves, so their gods might protect them. Also, as my dad would put it: "there are no atheists in foxholes". This is to say, Quen will cling to whatever gods get her the hell outta this clusterfuck in one piece. And, unfortunately, she finds herself in an inordinate amount of clusterfucks. She's clusterfucks Georg, really.

"Foreigner's God" is Thee Theon song fr. We all listened to it and collectively went THEON 🫵 If anyone has any other Theon song recs, I am always open to suggestions... 👀

#ask #another ask??? you're spoiling me ;-))))) #it was also such a relief after some veryyyy unfun Family Stuff :'-) #my parents rock but my brother? call me asha the way i very much Don't Like That Asshole #A LITTLE BROTHER MAY LIVE TO BE A HUNDRED BUT HE WILL ALWAYS BE A LITTLE BROTHER!!!!! #gartin rartin rartin martin was a prophet for that line #anyway. onto chapter 40!