#i think the moment they learned about it they started the process of getting rid of him

[seawitchkaraoke]

I will say this one more thing about this: I do not believe the other try guys (or even many people at 2nd try) knew Ned was cheating before they found out sometime earlier this month. Not because I have some blind faith in the other guys to be good ppl (imagine saying ‘‘he would never’‘ when someone you might have said that about literally just did smth horrible), but because:

- knowing he is cheating and hiding it/keeping him on would be an absolutely ridiculously stupid thing to do and I think they’re smarter than that. Because with how well known they are, that’s a ticking time bomb until someone will snap an incriminating picture in public and if it then comes out you’ve known and protected him? That’s your image of wholesome, good guys absolutely destroyed.

- all the claims that they did know for months or years, that i’ve seen came from random twitter or reddit accounts or were even entirely anonymous. That’s not evidence. That’s some random person saying some random shit

- they were already cutting him out of videos before the video was leaked. Meaning they were already preparing to cut ties with him regardless of whether the fact he was cheating came out or not so ‘‘oh they just have to fire him now bc it got out’‘ doesn’t really make sense.

- if him cheating was somehow an ‘‘open secret that the entire company knew’‘ it wouldn’t stay secret long. Nothing ever does if a lot of people know about it . You ever try to plan a surprise party for someone without someone tattling? This is this except tattling would seem like the more moral option to many ppl and make it even more likely that someone tells so again hiding it in that case is just a stupid strategy even with NDAs (bc your employee could leave instead of signing said nda or they could just hide their tracks well while leaking smth)

Now I will believe that they quite possibly weren’t planning on telling the public why they got rid of Ned, both to protect Ariel and others from harrassment and to protect their own image - any dirt on Ned also harms them bc if one of the wholesome good guys isn’t actually all that, maybe the others aren’t either. If the video wasn’t leaked I imagine they’d have been vague or said it was for personal reasons or whatever, but they still would have seperated from Ned.

I also think like.... listen, you can know your friend has flaws and maybe sometimes flirts too much when he’s drunk or sometimes says inappropriate shit and you can forgive him that and still be friends with him and try to push him in a better direction, you can do all that and never suspect he might be cheating. Because there’s a big jump from one to the other and we always see the best in the people we love. It’s easy to say in retrospect that it was obvious but shit like this is never obvious. You don’t suspect your friends of being capable of that stuff unless it’s pushed right in your face

#try guys #ned fulmer #i am just tired of ppl circulating ''they knew for years'' around like it's a fact #with like.... a screenshot of some anonymous message as the proof #i really don't think they knew #i think the moment they learned about it they started the process of getting rid of him #bc anything else would simply be the stupid thing to do #(then again making out in public and going to a harry styles concert together was stupid) #(so what do i know) #(but i'd like to think that the other three guys combined would have more braincells than that) #man i feel silly even making a post about this #but i am just so amused/annoyed by the posts that are like #''apparently they knew for a year now'' with a screenshot of a reddit comment by a deleted user like babe....... #they've known for a year and so apparently did this random reddit person? but only now are ppl coming out and saying it? sure

[futuremrsreid]

Redemption (S.R.)

Summary: When Spencer risks his life on a case and doesn't want to see how dangerous it was, reader tries to talk some sense into him. It results in a lot of yelling and some other things.

A/N: So..... smutty angst, as promised <3 I hurt myself while writing this. Enjoy.

Content Warning: Smut (18+), very very mildly dubious consent, a bit of dark Spencer but he's just traumatized, angst, sad, dominant Spencer, kinda sub reader

Word Count: 4,1k

I was pissed. Actually, pissed didn’t even begin to describe the rage I felt at that moment. 

We were currently in Florida, hunting another psychopathic bastard as always. Everything was fine and under control, up until the moment Dr. Spencer fucking Reid decided it would be a good idea to drive to the unsubs location alone because he was “closest to him” and because we “didn’t have time” and nearly got himself killed in the process. Luke and I had arrived just in time to prevent disaster, but Spencer still got a few bruises on his face. 

I was furious and let him feel it by yelling at him while he was getting checked out in the ambulance. But like always, my yelling resulted in his yelling. We went at it for a couple of minutes but Emily put a stop to it before it got really bad, concerned about the reporters at the scene who already started to take a few pictures of us.

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We didn’t talk or look at each other for the rest of the case. Emily let Spencer get away with it because everything turned out fine, but I was not feeling gracious. 

When Garcia informed us that there was a storm that would delay our flight for the next couple of hours, Emily decided that we should just spend another night in the city and fly back in the morning. We all drove back to the hotel and when we arrived, I was on Spencer's heels all the way from the car to his room. He didn’t even try to stop me, he knew there was no point to it.

“That was so fucking irresponsible, Spencer! What were you thinking”, I started to yell as soon as I had closed the door behind me. I wanted to say “stupid” instead of “irresponsible” but decided against it. I wanted him to understand that he can’t do shit like this, and not insult him.

“It worked out fine, y/n. I don’t understand why you’re getting yourself worked up over this!” He rubbed his hand over the side of his face, clearly done listening to me.

“It only worked out fine because Luke broke like every rule you can break in traffic to get to the scene as fast as possible!”

“Oh right, Luke, my hero. I should go thank him, don’t you think?” he chuckled humorlessly and rolled his eyes.

“Maybe! He’s the reason you’re not dead.” I tried lowering my voice. This wasn’t our first fight, and I have learned in the past that screaming won’t help.

“I would have been fine! I had it under control, y/n. God, just leave me alone”, he spat and I felt a stabbing in my chest at the way he didn’t want to see how much danger he put himself in.

This wasn’t the first time he risked his life like that and I hated it. All of us hated it. Spencer seemed drawn to dangerous situations, it had been that way when I joined the team and from stories the others told me, it had been this way before that.

When I met Spencer, he was freshly out of Prison. They hired me together with Matt after Agent Walker died. The first time I saw him, I knew I had to befriend him. What I didn’t know was how easy it would be and how much easier it would be to fall in love with him. 

I tried to push it down, to get rid of it, scared that it would ruin everything, but there was no way of falling out of love with him, which made the situation even harder. Spencer didn’t seem to realize how much he hurt me whenever he risked his life like this. I wasn’t even sure he realized how much I cared about him. 

“I’m not going to leave until you admit that you were wrong.” 

“Well, this is going to be a long night then, because that’s never gonna happen.” He turned and walked away from me, removing his suit jacket and draping it over one of the chairs in his room. I sighed.

“Spencer, you need to stop risking your life like this. You're gonna get yourself killed”, I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. I tried to get him to look at me, but he avoided my eyes. “Please. I can’t lose you and especially not like that.”

“The day will come when you and the rest of the team realize that this is exactly the way it is supposed to end for me. Dying in the field would be an honorable death. It’s the only redemption I will ever get.” 

“What?”, I breathed and my heart stopped for a moment, “What do you mean, Spencer?”

“I meant what I said.” 

“Redemption? What redemption, Spence? You don’t need any, you haven’t done anything wrong.” I was confused and hurt by the way he said it. It sounded almost suicidal. 

“Yes, I have. I have done horrible things in my life, y/n. I will never be able to make up for them.” 

“You don’t have to! Everyone makes mistakes. You are a good person Spencer. You’re kind and gentle, you saved hundreds of lives in your career, you don’t need to make up for anything.” I tried to get through to him, but it was like I was hitting a wall.

“Prison changed me, it turned me into a different man. I’m not nearly as gentle or kind as I used to be.”

“I don’t know you any other way. I almost can’t imagine you being even more gentle than you are now. I don’t think anyone can be.”

“I was though”, he countered almost immediately, still unable to look at me, “I think you would have liked the man I was. He was gentler, kinder, and more deserving of you than I could ever be now.” He didn’t even sound sad when he said it, almost like he had accepted his truth from the moment he met me. 

“You know, you talk about yourself like you are the worst man in the world”, I said in an accusatory tone.

“Am I not?”, Spencer scoffed, raising his voice slightly while going on, “We hunt terrible men every day but in the end, how different am I from them? What makes me a good man and them a bad one, y/n?” He was almost yelling now, stunning me for a moment too long. When I didn’t reply, he turned to finally look at me. “Tell me y/n, what is it about me that convinces you I’m not every bit as bad as them?” The desperate look on his face made me take a step toward him but for every step I took, he stepped two back.

“Spencer, I-” My voice faltered and I didn’t know what to say. I knew he wasn’t anything like them but I wasn’t able to find any words that would convince him. When my mouth stayed open but no words left it, he took my silence as an invitation to go on.

“I almost killed Cat Adams, did JJ ever tell you that?” He spat, walking over to me and pushing me back until I hit the wall. 

“I put my hands around her throat and choked her until she was clawing at my wrists. And I didn’t stop then”, he moved even closer to me and I was unable to move away, the words leaving his mouth freezing me into place, “I told her that I was going to kill her and I meant it. I would have strangled her if JJ hadn’t pulled me off her.” He moved even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Her eyes were filled with fear, and you know what? I enjoyed it, y/n. I loved the way I scared her, the way she struggled for her life against me.”

He leaned in and I felt his breath ghost over my ear when he said the last words of his cruel monologue. “So tell me, y/n. Tell me how different I am from those men.”

He stayed where he was, his hands at his side and his mouth grazing my ear. He was trying to intimidate me with his speech and to be honest, he would have convinced me if it hadn’t been for the way his nose brushed against my hair, inhaling my scent like he was convinced this was the last chance he ever had to commit it to memory. 

“You can’t scare me with your words, Spencer. If you want me to believe how terrible of a person you are, you’re gonna have to show me because I will never believe it otherwise.” He probably calculated every possible outcome of this situation, but when he pulled back to look at me, I knew that he didn’t expect me to respond like this.

“Cat Adams is a monster who had you tortured and assaulted. She kidnapped your mother. Do you really expect me to feel bad for her? I never even met her. If you want to scare me away, you’re gonna have to do better than that.” 

There was a long moment of silence where we just watched each other. I thought I managed to break through to him for a second, but Spencer was on a mission to make me despise him, and he was determined to make it happen. His eyes darkened and he straightened up, towering over me.

I felt a sliver of doubt about my faith in him at that moment and he must have seen it cross my eyes because when I lifted a hand to push him back, he harshly grabbed my wrist and spun me around, using his body to push me against the wall. My arm was twisted behind my back and when I started to struggle out of pure instinct he took my other wrist in his hand and held both my arms behind my back, resulting in me being pushed more into the hard surface, my cheek flush against the wall.

When the shock had left me, I opened my mouth to ask him what the fuck he was doing, but Spencer was faster than me. He took his other hand and held it over my mouth.

“Do you believe me now?”, he whispered in my ear and I felt my pulse quickening. “You are so fucking naive y/n and honestly, you’re a little stupid too. What the fuck makes you think I would never hurt you, huh? You don’t know me.” 

It was those last words that took me back to reality because I did know him. I knew the way he brought everyone on the team their favorite food when they were sad. I knew the way his voice got an octave higher when he started talking about something that excited him. 

I knew the way he recited his favorite poems when I struggled to go to sleep after a tough case.

He won't hurt me. 

He would never hurt me.

He would never do something like this.

So, against every instinct in my body, I tried to calm my heart down and closed my eyes. I tried to speak but his hand on my mouth didn’t let me so I jerked my head back and stunned him with my sudden movement long enough to say a few words I knew he definitely didn't want to hear.

“You are all talk Spencer Reid. You would never hurt me and we both know that”, my voice was louder than I had expected and I felt his hand tighten around my wrists, “You can push me against the wall and insult me and tell me the terrible things you could do to me all you want but we both know that you would never lay a hand on me without my permission and you would never hurt someone who didn’t deserve it.”

His hand loosened and I used this opportunity to free myself of his grip and turn around. He was angry that his plan didn’t work and I saw his hands twitch with restraint, but I wasn’t scared of him. 

He had just proved to me that he was the man I knew he was.

“You’re not an abuser, you’re not a rapist-”

“Shut up.”

“- and you’re not a murderer. That’s what makes you different Spencer.”

“I said shut up!”, he yelled and I did the only thing I knew to do in response to that. I yelled back.

“Or what, Spencer? Are you gonna pin me against the wall and put your hand against my mouth again like the bad person you are, huh?” Spencer got angrier and more frustrated with every word I was saying but I was determined to speak my mind, “You’re gonna shut me up like the scary man you are, Dr. Reid? You’re gonna-” But I didn’t get further than that because in a heartbeat he forced me back against the wall again with his hands on both my cheeks and his lips pressed against mine.

He pulled back, “Please y/n, please shut up”, and the desperate tone in his voice awakened something primal in me.

“If you want me to shut up, you’re gonna have to make me because I will never stop trying to convince you that you are a good man, Spencer.” When he didn’t say anything I went on. “You are kind and gentle and-” 

He kissed me again, and this time I kissed him back until I wasn’t able to breathe anymore. His kisses wandered to my neck then.

“You say I am a good man, but you don’t know the things I thought about doing to you”, he bit the skin on my neck then and I gasped, which seemed to spur him on further, “I want to pin you down and fuck you until you’re crying. I want to make you feel so good that you can’t take it anymore.”

His kisses moved up my neck and to my ear. “ I want to break you into a thousand pieces and put you back together again. I want to ruin you for everyone else, I want to lock you in so that no man can ever look at you again and at the same moment I want to show you off to the entire world because you are the best thing in my life. I want to take you and make you mine”, he cried out, holding my hips in a bruising grip.

“Then take me, Spencer. Take me, break me, ruin me, I don’t care. I am already yours. I have been yours since the moment I met you.” He looked me in the eyes then, searching for any lies, any doubt, and when he didn’t find any, he kissed me another time.

“Say it again”, he demanded and let his hands travel down my body.

“I am yours, Spencer.”

“Again.” His hands roughly shoved up my skirt, his breath warm on my neck.

“I’m yours.” When his hand brushed against the damp panties I was wearing, I sucked in a breath.

“Again.” 

“I’m yours, Spencer. Only yours. Now please do something.” My plea seemed to finally push him over the edge because a second later he was moving the cotton aside and his fingers met wet skin.

He told me “Again.” over and over again, but the longer his fingers were moving inside of me, and the louder the sounds of my pleasure got, the more his demanding turned into begging and it wasn’t until I felt my orgasm wash over me, that he stopped our back and forth to press his lips against mine once more. 

My legs were trembling when he removed his hand from my cunt and the way he looked at me while bringing the same fingers that were inside of me moments ago to my lips didn’t help steady them.

He didn’t need to say anything, I knew exactly what he wanted. I don’t think he was quite prepared for the sight before him when my lips accepted his fingers and my tongue swirled around them though, because Spencer's eyes became even more feral at it.

“Fuck.” He removed his fingers and in only a few seconds removed my shirt, took off my bra, and had my skirt on the floor. I tried taking off his clothes too, but when my fingers started to unbutton his shirt, he gripped my wrists and walked me over to the bed. 

“If I had known that our fight would end in us having sex, I would have waited until we had something better available than a cheap hotel bed”, I breathed out a laugh. I figured he’d laugh as well but he returned a soft “Do you want to stop?”

“God no, but this bed is gonna squeak really loudly”, and this time I was met with a laugh. He didn’t interrupt when I started another attempt to undress him. When I was done with his shirt he finally raised his hands to touch me again and my whole body shivered when his palms made contact with my breasts. Feeling my erect nipples on his skin must have awoken yet another thing in him because the next thing I knew he was throwing me onto the bed. I didn’t even have time for a shocked gasp before he was on me, pinning my wrists down on the mattress.

“You know when I told you I want to ruin you”, he said while letting his hands travel down my body to grip the waistband of my panties, “I really did mean it.” And with that, he ripped the cotton apart and threw it to the side.

He continued to deny me any time for a reaction when he grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards him. His hips took their very rightful place between my thighs and pressed against me. 

We both moaned when his covered bulge pressed against wet and hot skin.

“Beg me to fuck you, y/n.” I think he was expecting me to hesitate, but I was desperate for him to touch me.

“Please fuck me, Spencer,” I moaned and ran my nails down his back.

“Huh, I thought you would put up more of a fight, to be honest.” He sounded disappointed, but his eyes told me that he was relieved I wanted this just as much as he did.

“Do you want me to?”, I still asked, wanting to give him everything he yearned for. 

“Another time. I think we dragged this out long enough for today”, he said and with that, he took off his underwear and I got to see all of him for the first time. I knew he would be beautiful, and it applied to any part of him, but I couldn’t fully conceal my shock at the length of him. 

And that smug bastard smirked. “Don’t worry darling, we'll make it fit.”

And with that, he moved back between my thighs and lined himself up with my entrance. I expected him to at least try and tease me a little but he started to push inside me immediately. 

We locked eyes while we both felt inch after inch of him sink inside of me. It was intense, erotic and so intimate that I felt the urge to look away. He must have felt it too, because when he was fully buried inside of me, his lips pressed against mine in a bruising way.

When he started to move and his lips started their way down to my jaw and neck, I completely lost it, moans and whimpers flowing from my mouth in a volume that even surprised myself. Spencer thrust harder and deeper the louder I became.

“I know you were worried about the bed being too loud, but I’m pretty sure your moans are covering that sound up pretty successfully, angel”, he panted with a labored breath and heat rose to my cheeks. I was trying to remember if any of our coworkers shared any walls with Spencers' room, but he was literally fucking me stupid so I just removed a hand from his back and bit down on my fingers, hoping no one has heard yet. When Spencer saw, he slowed down. He reached down the side of the bed and lifted up my torn panties, and then proceeded to remove my finger from my mouth to push the cotton in its place. “There, now you won't have to hurt your finger”, and with that, he picked up a brutal pace again.

He was muffling his own moans by pressing his mouth onto my shoulder, no doubt leaving behind a dozen of hickeys. He was losing it, I could feel it in the way he pushed his fingers into my hips and the muscles in his back tensing. I wasn’t doing much better, my thighs were trembling and my panties were barely concealing my noises anymore. The room smelt like sweat and sex, Spencer’s skin was hot on mine and I never felt more whole in my life. I could feel my orgasm building inside of me.

“Touch yourself for me, angel. I want you to come with me.” I didn’t hesitate and started rubbing circles over my clit. It only took a few moments until my orgasm washed over my entire body and Spencer quickly ripped my gag from my mouth to kiss me. My thighs and cunt clenching around him, pulling him into me as deep as humanly possible, must have pushed him over the edge because after a few more strokes he stilled at my deepest point and came.

He released my lips from his and put his forehead on mine so we could both catch our breaths. It was quiet for a few minutes. I could feel his cum dripping out of me between our bodies and spared a quick thought to the poor person that would have to clean these sheets. I couldn’t bring myself to care though, not with the way he kissed my skin and nuzzled his face into my neck. I moved a hand to his hair to run my fingers through it, the strands curling once again from sweat wetting them.

“Tell me again.” He spoke so softly I almost didn’t hear, and I’m not sure I was supposed to. It took me a moment to realize what he meant but when I did, I moved my mouth to whisper in his ear.

“I’m yours, Spencer. As long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever then?”, he pulled away to look at me, but before I could answer, there was a knock at the door.

“Ayo Spencer, are you and y/n still fighting? We decided to go to a bar a few blocks away, but you’re only allowed to come if you don’t put us all in a pissy mood”, Luke's voice seeped through the door. I could feel Spencer trying to come up with a reply but before he had a chance, I spoke up.

“Actually, Luke, we’re still in the middle of fighting and I don’t think you want either of us there with you right now.” I tried to sound mad and I must have been convincing enough because even Spencer furrowed his brows at the tone in my voice. I smiled at him and trailed a hand up his arm to reassure him that I was just putting up a show.

“Well, okay just… Try to remember you two are friends and don’t actually want to kill each other”, he replied almost nervously. Damn, we must have really worried the team with our fight this time.

When we heard his footsteps moving away, Spencer started to detangle us from each other. He was still inside of me and when he pulled out, I sighed at the empty feeling it left behind.

“I’m gonna get something to clean you up.” He tried to stand up but he didn’t get very far before I pulled him back. I held his face in my hands and made sure he was looking at me when I said the words I know he desperately needed to hear.

“Forever.”

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid reader

[undercoveravenger]

Motivators

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Scientist!Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “okay for the spooky request could you write Isaac lahey x scientist reader who doesn’t believe in the supernatural but they are hunting a ghost and reader and Isaac make a bet where if they do find the ghost reader owes Isaac a kiss or something”

A/N: This is the third fic in the 2023 Spooky Month event! The next post will release on Tuesday, October 24th. Hope you enjoy!

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While your best friend Scott McCall and his pack were no strangers to your lab, you still found yourself a bit on edge with Scott’s beta, Isaac. You had known of him before he was turned, and he had seemed nice enough the few times you had interacted with him, but there had always seemed to be something off, even after Scott had told you the truth about his friends. You weren’t sure exactly why Isaac made you so uneasy, but the weight of his eyes, whether glowing their infamous werewolf gold or his pretty every-day blue, was ever present and unreadable. 

Even now, with the rest of the pack off investigating the most recent victim of a vengeful spirit, Isaac lingered, perched on one of the spare lab tables pushed against the wall and watching you intently. 

“You didn’t have to wait here,” you say, ardently refusing to look at him, studying the strange glowing sample they’d brought you through the viewing lens of your microscope. “You heard Scott- He thinks he’s got a lead. You could’ve gone with him to check it out.”

A soft huff escapes Isaac and you can hear him shift behind you, moving from his seat on the opposite table to come lean against the one you’re working at. “No,” he says quietly, “I needed to be here.” He’s silent for a minute and you almost think to press him further when he continues, “I know you don’t need me to be here, but I need to be.” He clears his throat awkwardly when you look up at him, but he presses on, in spite of the thick blush clouding his cheeks. “I worry about you a lot when I’m not around you, y’know? Not just that you’re just a human, but that you’re you.”

You studied Isaac for a long moment, a sort of self-satisfied amusement creeping through you as he fidgets under your gaze, clearly having said more than he meant to and exposing his emotions in the process. 

“You really think that you’re going to catch this ghost?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him. 

He nodded, grinning shyly, “Yeah. With you and Scott working together to find it? No way we don’t.”

Whenever you’d caught Isaac looking at you in the past, the look in his eyes was always intense, but he was unreadable in the same way that the old Latin tombs that Allison had swiped from her family’s archives for you had been. But in the same way you had learned to decipher those ancient books, you were starting to see the meaning behind those lingering stares and Isaac’s looming presence. He’d never seemed malicious to you, not even before he’d joined Scott’s pack, but now you could see that determined distance for what it was.

You rolled your eyes and turned back to your sample, but couldn’t stop the edge of your lips from quirking up as you spoke. “You find it and I owe you a kiss.”

While you were no longer looking at him, you could pick out the exact moment Isaac realized what you’d said since you could hear his sneakers squeak against the floor as he struggled to catch himself from falling. “I- I, uh, I-” he stammered and you could practically hear how flustered he was. “I’m- I’m gonna go call Scott and see if his lead panned out. Y’know, we uh, we really need to get rid of this ghost thing before it hurts someone else. We should- We should really do everything we can to catch it as soon as possible, right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he hurried out of the room, and you laughed even harder when you were able to pick up the excited whoops echoing in from outside of your lab from Isaac and Scott over the phone line.

#isaac lahey x male reader #isaac lahey x male!reader #male reader x isaac lahey #male!reader x isaac lahey #male reader x teen wolf #male!reader x teen wolf #teen wolf x male reader #teen wolf x male!reader #teen wolf x reader #reader x teen wolf #teen wolf reader insert #male reader insert #male!reader #x male!reader #x reader #x male reader #male!reader insert #male reader

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Word count: 2800+

Warnings: mentions of blood, nausea

I lightly edited it, but as I have headache I probably didn't notice quite a lot of mistakes. I know I could try another time, but I'm afraid this will take few days

Part XIV | Part XVI

Even days after your conversation with Feyre, your mind was often returning back to Tamlin with more worries than sadness. You somehow assumed that he didn't miss you as much as you missed him and that he most likely forgot about you and moved on, focusing on his court and its restoration. Otherwise he would stop Rhys back then or he would come to visit you or at least tried to contact you. But what if he couldn't? What if Feyre was right and Tamlin was hurt by your departure?

You wanted to ask somebody about Tamlin and his wellbeing, needed it, but who would answer you? Who could have such information?

Rhys, as High Lord, most likely knew what was happening in Spring Court. However he wouldn't tell you. You dismissed the thought as soon as it occurred to you because, well, now you knew your brother well. Although he left Tamlin alive, angry wasn't a strong enough word to describe his feelings toward him. And except of his family, Rhysand hardly forgave and definitely never forgot.

Another person who could know something, was Azriel. As a spymaster he for sure kept an eye on other courts. He was kind and nice to you, but no matter what feelings he had, his loyalty to your brother was on the first place. If you asked him, he could tell about it to Rhys and then it would be even more difficult to learn anything from anyone.

Feyre mentioned the redhead, Lucien, who claimed to be Tamlin's friend. You hadn't seen him around, but apparently he came for visit from time to time. He seemed to be the only possible choice. Only problem was how to contact him.

Tamlin wasn't the only one occupying your mind. In moments when you weren't thinking about him, your mind filled with old memories and feelings that Rhys revived. You had only one sitting with him so far and even though it was days ago, you were still confused and needed time to process it.

The memories made your life easier in certain ways. You didn't feel so out of place, so homesick anymore. This place changed, but people even though a bit older where still the same. Your current feelings kept mixing together with the old ones and you couldn't say how you felt about individual members of your family and that was main reason of the chaos in your heart.

Thankfully there was Azriel always ready to patiently listen to your rambling which helped you clarify your thoughts and slowly work through it. He never failed you and advised you wisely, guided you when you got lost.

And so it happened that you started meeting him more often, sometimes spending even all day long with him. You were afraid to leave Rhys' property because of the possibility to be again engulfed in the smell of magic. In order to get rid of the stress fresh air and mainly the contact with nature were very important for you. Therefore you were mostly outside, walking together in the garden, rarely staying inside of the house.

The garden around the house was large, kind of smaller park, full of flowers and surprisingly even herbs. It reminded you of your life in the forest and walks with Tamlin. You always picked up some herbs and Azriel made you a tea out of them. In the evening you sat together on the terrace, sipping your teas and silently watched the setting sun. However peaceful these moments were, they weren't perfect and you always missed something. It was unsettling.

Your life was changing little by little, but you weren't content with it. You knew you loved your brother and his two best friends, Mor became kind of friend, although still far from the relationship you had before memory loss, but better than last few weeks. Amren was complicated. You hardly met her at all, so it didn't matter much. You liked even Feyre. However her sisters were different case.

You didn't mind Nesta. She wasn't kind, but she wasn't bad or mean to you. She just.. was. The oldest of the sisters had enough of own problems to solve. And Elain? Before you hardly saw her, now you were meeting her wherever you went. She was like your shadow, staring and frowning at you every time you looked in her direction.

There were also small incidents. Salt in your drinks, dirt on clothes Rhys gave you, that just came back from washing, small amounts of grass, dirt or mud raining on you while you took a walk in the garden alone. At first you tried to ignore it. However the situation was escalating and it was hard to ignore now. You didn't want to point a finger to the culprit, but you knew who's doing it was.

After some time when you didn't react, culprit took it even further. Now it wasn't only following you around and angry looks. Every time you spoke with Azriel Elain appeared and totally ignoring the fact you were in the middle of conversation she started telling him about flowers or something that just happened to her.

Azriel was shocked at first, but as it repeated daily, you knew him enough to notice he was starting to be fed up by her behaviour. Still he tried to be gentleman and gently dismissed her, pointing out the fact that he was busy with something else which she paid no attention to and kept talking, flashing smiles at him.

At those awkward moments, well, you rather backed up. Giving up on your favourite time with Azriel was the best and easiest thing to do to prevent being in the center of the drama. Whatever was between the two of them, it had nothing to do with you. Or that was what you believed. You just assured Azriel that it's okay, that you could talk later and left.

One afternoon, after being again interrupted by Elain, you were wandering through the house aimlessly when you heard an angry voice coming from behind the Rhys' closed office doors. Normally you would ignore it and leave quickly to give him privacy, but when you heard Tamlin's name, you couldn't help it and came closer listening.

"I'm telling you, Rhysand, it's much worse than before. If we don't do something and very quickly, it'll be too late," the voice snarled. That voice. You had already heard it somewhere. But where?

"She is the only one who can help him. Let her at least visit him and talk with him.."

"No," you heard Rhys flatly refuse. "In this state Tamlin is too dangerous. He could hurt her."

"I'm sure he won't."

"Look at yourself. You are his closest friend, yet he would turn you into shreds if you didn't winnow away fast enough. I won't risk her life." Closest friend? Was it possible that the fox-like redhead was in Rhys' office now?

"He seems to have feelings for her and pretty deep ones. Otherwise he wouldn't be so broken after you snatched her away," Lucien snapped.

"Don't dare you!"

There was silence for a moment.

"Your sister is the only person who can help him get out of it. We both know it," Lucien said lowly, his voice still angry, but he tried to speak more calmly. With his every word your heart clenched so painfully that if you looked down at your chest, you were sure you would see a deep gaping wound there.

"You may not agree, but this isn't something you can decide. We ought to ask your sister what she wants. What she thinks. You've already decided for her that she has to come here with you, however, I heard that she doesn't like it. That she isn't happy here and wants to return to Spring Court. If that's the true you can't hold her here against her will."

"You would be surprised how much has changed since your last visit." Now Rhysand was definitely mad, his deep voice icy, dangerous. You hoped Lucien was smart enough not to annoy your brother even more. It could cost him too much.

"If you want to save Spring Court, she is the best shot we have. Think about it carefully. There's little time left."

You didn't need to stay to know what Rhysand answered him. It was too clear. With wildly beating heart you left unnoticed. You knew their conversation was over. Rhysand didn't want to even think about your return to Spring.

You didn't hear what exactly happened to Tamlin, but it wasn't necessary at the moment. You were already too worried after talking with Feyre. However now wasn't the time for that. You had to act. This was the chance you hoped for. Lucien was here and you had to take an advantage of it. He would leave soon, but you needed to talk with him before that, somewhere nobody could see you or hear you.

You hid into a dark alcove in a hall that Lucien had to pass on his way out and waited. Long time nothing happened, house was too silent and you started to worry that he left through the garden. You shut eyes, tears gathering in them, your head fell back against the wall. You missed him, your only chance to learn something about Tamlin.

A sound of angry footsteps filled the hall. Somebody was coming your way. You held your breath, peeking from your hideaway. As the person passed by the window his hair caught the light, shining brightly as a fire. You breathed a sigh of relieve. It was Lucien.

When he was only few inches from your alcove you whispered. "We need to talk."

Lucien's eyes widened, following your voice to the darkness you hid in. It took only a second. He halted and bending down he pretended to adjust his shoelaces. "Where?" he whispered. Really clever of him. You smiled.

"Meet me in the garden. Under the oak tree."

Without another word he stood up and left. You waited long enough and then stepped out from your hideaway. Walking slowly as if nothing happened, you headed to the opposite direction. You passed the terrace and stepped into the garden. Pretending to be on one of your strolls, you walked until the house disappeared behind the dense grove.

A massive oak tree grew in the farthest part of the grounds, hidden from prying eyes. It was ideal place for secret meeting. You looked around. You were all alone. You hoped Lucien would be already waiting here, but maybe he couldn't find this place even though this was the only oak tree in the garden. You sat down dejectedly between two strong roots and pulled knees to your chest, praying to the forgotten gods for a pinch of luck.

"I hoped to see you around," male's voice came from behind your back. You turned around, eyes wide. You didn't hear him come. Lucien stood there leaning against the tree trunk, hands crossed on his chest, playful smirk on his face. "And meanwhile you came to me."

He reminded you of a curious fox, his russet and gold eyes scanned you from head to toes. His smirk disappeared and jaw clenched, eyes narrowed. "I shouldn't have mentioned you in front of him," he muttered more to himself than to you.

You were curious what it was about, but you didn't ask. You were sure you already know the answer. You decided to get straight to the point.

"I heard what you and Rhys were talking about." With a thoughtful expression he scanned you one more time.

"You are really interesting being," he muttered. "I didn't know we had company. But I didn't sense you in that hallway either."

You shrugged. "What happened to Tamlin?"

His lips pressed into a thin line, he seemed to be considering whether to answer you.

"I don't care what Rhys says or wants. In this case. Tell me everything."

He ran hand through his long red hair and sighing sat down astride on one of higher roots. He leaned back against trunk and looked into the garden.

"It's bad with him," he sighed, worried.

"Is he hurt?"

"No, I guess not yet. But.. Do you remember the state he was in when you two met?"

You nodded. "He was quite wounded."

"I didn't mean his physical state," he snorted.

"I wasn't talking about his physical state. He was depressed. So much that he didn't want to eat and drink. He had also nightmares."

"Ah." Lucien stayed silent for a few heartbeats. His voice was grave. "It's even worse now. He won't change from his beast form, snarling like wild animal, lashing his claws all around. When I went to talk with him, he tried to kill me. I don't know whether you've been in his manor, but it's in catastrophic state. Like some beast's lair. He quite destroyed it.."

Your heart grew heavier with each word. Pain in your chest and behind your eyes was almost unbearable. "Why do you think I can help him? You are his friend. You could do that, too."

Lucien's brows raised and his lips slowly parted in a grin. "Tell me. Do you know the reason why he gave you that pendant you're hiding? What it symbolises?" Your brows furrowed, but before you could open your mouth he continued. "It's not that I don't want to help him. Otherwise I wouldn't be here, right? Unfortunately I can't help him. Nobody can. Except of you." His gold mechanical eye turned too you.

It didn't make sense. Why couldn't anyone else help him? You gritted teeth.

Your fingers touched the pendant through the fabric of your clothes. How could he know about this? You took it out only in your room when you were alone. The only person who saw it was Feyre. You looked up at him.

"You didn't answer me."

He rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed by your incomprehension. "You really didn't notice? I saw you two together for a short while and noticed. For Tamlin you aren't just an ordinary friend. Whether he acknowledge it or no, he seems to have quite deep feelings for you. The pendant is proof of that. Roses have a very special meaning for him."

You turned away from him, so Lucien couldn't see your face. You were shocked by his assertion and.. hurt. That was not true. He couldn't be further from the truth. Tamlin.. he didn't need you. Last time you were together he was already fully healed, ready to leave the cottage and you behind and return to his duties. The pendant was just a gift of gratitude. There wasn't anything else behind that.

You bit down on you lip so hard you drew the blood. This just added to your overall confusion and there wasn't enough time to start spiralling now. It was only a matter of minutes before someone would start looking for you. So you pushed those thoughts away, decided to think about it later.

"What can I do to help him?"

Lucien straightened, intrigued by the change of subject. He exhaled deeply. "The best would be if you went to him. I think he needs to see you, have you close enough to touch to have some effect on him."

"I don't think Rhys would allow it."

"I've already heard his opinion," Lucien grimaced. "His is as stubborn as-"

"Be careful what you say," you snarled. "He's my brother."

Lucien gaped at you. With open mouth. "Are you kidding me? Last time I was here you couldn't stand him. Nobody here. Feyre said you-"

"Stop messing around and rather tell something I could actually do for Tamlin," you interrupted him for the second time.

He seemed to want to say something to that. His eyes narrowed at you, but changing mind the fox-like male closed his mouth and instead looked around the garden, thinking. "As I said before, your visit would be the most helpful. Maybe.. maybe you could try to write him. I'm sure he'll chew it up before finding out who sent it, but who knows. Even stranger things happened."

"I'd have to go to the house. Somebody could notice." Sudden smell of magic took your breath away and a wave of nausea rose in your throat.

Lucien handed you two sheets of paper and pen. "Is it enough?"

You just nodded with clenched teeth and taking the writing tools you stood up, walking away from him. He didn't need to know what you were writing. When you were done, you put the letter into an envelope, sealed it and handed it back to redhead.

"It better work," the sighed. "I'll let you know if he reads it or replies." With that he winnowed away.

You stayed seated under the oak tree, thinking about Tamlin and things Lucien told you, until Azriel came looking for you.

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[merakiui]

I saw your notes on the sk!Floyd piece you have upcoming and that it was nearly an arranged marriage piece. I'm suddenly very interested to hear your thoughts on our fav characters as partners in an arranged marriage! Riddle? Azul? Vil? Scara? Any others?

Oooh arranged marriage is always such a fun trope! I think Love me Not perfectly encapsulates how an arranged marriage with Riddle might go if you're an unwilling participant.

As for others, Azul is most definitely in love with you. The moment the two of you were paired together and you treated him warmly and friendly he fell very hard. >_< he's a greedy tako at heart, so the fact that you have been his since the two of you were young? That already makes everything so perfect. I think he tries his very best to make the arranged marriage work. He does what's necessary and tries his hardest to help you warm up to the idea. It's frustrating at times if you, in his words, "act like a brat" and refuse to sleep in the same bed as him or refuse to wear your wedding band. He pretends like it doesn't hurt and sometimes he treats your rebellion with vindictive pettiness. But mostly he just wants a happy relationship with you, so even if he has to pull some strings and use underhanded methods he'll do whatever it takes.

With Vil it's a process. He treats the relationship like it's in need of some major fixes (and it most definitely does if you're unwilling). From a social perspective, it would be best if the relationship looked wonderful to fans and the media. After all, he'd hate if people started spinning untrue tales about how he's a horrible husband or you're a bad partner or the two of you are a couple destined to fail. As hard on you and others as he can be, Vil genuinely cares. He loves you, even if he may not be as vocal about it in public. But you'll know he cares when he takes time to find common ground with you, to resolve any issues maturely and respectfully, to give you your space if you're upset or angry, to comfort you when you need it, and so on. He handles the arranged marriage perfectly, and hopefully you will come to see that this is a good thing. You will one day; after all, he's not going to let you take that ring off and you certainly won't get rid of him with something like a divorce. He won't allow it.

Omg arranged marriage with Scaramouche... he's insufferable!! So annoying and mean and >:( everything he does makes it seem as though he despises you—as if your very presence ails him in some horrible way—yet when you even allude to separating or leaving he becomes so vicious and demands you drop the subject or else. It's difficult to see any love or care in his actions when he's always so cruel, but there are rare moments in private where he does soften for you, where his voice loses its barbs, and he's considerably kinder. You should take advantage of these moments the most because there's no telling when you'll get to experience them again. Deep down, Scaramouche craves affection from you, but he never knows how to verbalize his innermost desires and he only knows how to terrify and harm others. He's learning how to be nicer with you as he goes (and only you; no one else is privy to the romantic, vulnerable sides of Lord Scaramouche). Of course he still defaults back to his usual defense mechanisms because human emotions are things he never wishes to feel often (yet he does; he always feels them when it comes to you). It's truly a great undertaking to tolerate him in a marriage because he makes it very difficult.

Arranged marriage with Leona is fun because he just doesn't try in the way you think he might. He lets you do your own thing because he understands that this entire arrangement isn't ideal or enjoyable. With him, it's a relationship where the both of you are on a mutual agreement to stay together but to be civil and respectful. He'll let you do whatever you'd like if you let him do his own things; he won't get in your way if you won't get in his way. But that doesn't last for long because Leona is drawn to you. It starts small; he challenges you to chess matches because no one in the palace is good enough to play against him (he always beats them) and you're fresh meat, so entertain him with a few games, yeah? But Leona realizes he likes playing with you a little too much and the following week he's challenging you to more games. If you point this out, he's rather blunt with it: "So what if I enjoy playing you in a few games? You're fun." High praise coming from Mr. Kingscholar. <3 (don't let his dismissive, teasing attitude trick you; he's falling in love with you hehe!!)

#twisted chit chat #rendy-a #yandere twst

[verlaines-corner-archive]

Verlaine. Verlaines arms. Just. Arms. His. I want him to choke me , I want to claw at his forearms and see them bleed. See the muscles flex as he uses his ability or punches smth, bite into it.

Pull off his gloves and kiss his fingers , he wants to pull away, he killed so many with those hands , he thinks you shouldn't touch smth so. Vile , but they're soft with how he takes care of them. Holding pinkies with him when you see him zone out in public, bad thoughts again. Just ground him with the smallest touch. Feel hid arms wrap around you whole in a hug , hold you tight , as if you were going to leave. Are they hot, are they cold to touch, bigger than yours or more slender?

Thoughts?

First of all:

☆ Verlaine’s arms are so fucking strong I just know it. Despite his build Paul is an absolute powerhouse of physical strength and his arms absolutely reflect that. Big and you can see the way his muscles move whenever he does anything and god he could probably lift you up with one hand even without his ability. And he is such a cunt about it all too, especially during sex. He’s using his strength to his advantage to hold you down or maybe yeah choke you (though he’s a little hesitant to do this, especially at first).

☆ On a more tender note however, he is incredibly gentle when touching you in general. Paul is all too aware of just how dangerous he is, how a singular touch from him could kill you within seconds, and though he's all but mastered his ability I think there is a constant hesitation in every single touch, a fear of accidently loosing control [not that he would, of course, but Paul is anything if not full of self doubt].

☆ Which is also very worth mentioning, by the by. While Verlaine has a very odd relationship with pride [to put it politely] and he firmly believes that his touch taints you. Not because he's an assassin or killer, but because he simply isn't human. Lines of code don't deserve such gentle touches and he fails to believe he could give them either. He's, as you said, vile, wholly undeserving and incapable of either giving or receiving love.

☆ Which is very very wrong, of course, but the process to showing him that requires a lot of patience. Hand kisses [or hand touches in general] are an excellent way to start though. Like you said they're grounding, tethering him to the moment and reminding him that there is someone who cares for him.

☆ Verlaine is constantly alone I think, there's really no changing this, no getting rid of the isolation that comes with being, well, a program, but your touches help lessen it. Feeling your fingers on his, seeing the way you kiss the small scars littering his hands, the way you reach out for him almost unthinkingly while walking together, it all builds up over time and it results in a feeling of almost peace. There'll always the an urge to pull away, but it becomes miniscule over time.

☆ Paul's love of you starts to cause him to love himself, because if you can touch him with such gentleness and fondness then maybe there really is something there worth it all, and it manifests in his touch first. No longer hesitant, he places his hands on your body with confidence and reverence and with enough time it leads to him fully accepting your own affections too. Paul simply has to learn to properly give before that can happen, but your touch and love inspires him to - at the very least - try.

☆ Appearance wise, Verlaine's hands look strong, sturdy. Never seen shaking or anything like that, they move with purpose and grace, elegant like a bowstring and just as strong. His hands are veiny and rather big, though slightly slender in shape. Paul's fingers are long and skilled, with filed down nails and he often wears clear nail polish. There are also undoubtably several scars on them too, though for the most part they're very small, with the most notable one being a scar that goes from between his ring/middle finger and down the back of his hand, extending to his elbow. Other features worth mentioning are a mole on his right wrist and small burn scare on his right pointer finger [he says it's from something cool but he accidently touch the kettle while it was boiling]. Temperature wise his hands are very warm and nice.

#✧ library shelves ✧ #darling noodles ♡ #happy bday again verlaine hehe #bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #verlaine x reader #bsd verlaine #paul verlaine

[eternalglitch]

i started reading LFLS late one night and stayed up until 7 AM and was mad i had to go to sleep without finishing it. i’ve reread it a few times and im just wondering if you have any writing tips for angst/tension? i’ve noticed others also binge-read the story because we were in a chokehold together and i would like to do that while also keeping the pacing slow when it needs to be. tis a tricky process

I thing of angst/tension like a race for the reader. You need to think about what length of a story you are writing and tailor your pace so the audience can keep up with you without getting fatigued and dropping out of the race.

Since I write longer stories, it's imperative that I give rest periods in between the higher tension chapters. However, even when giving a slower chapter, I have to ensure that the tension is still maintained in the background. (At risk of overstaying my metaphor's welcome, it's like dropping down to a steady slower jog vs. a normal walk. A normal walk will lock your muscles up again and get rid of the warm up you already did! You want a nice jog when you're not bursting into a dash.)

If you have tension and then abruptly drop all of it for comedic relief, it will feel very jarring for the reader. But at the same time, if you don't have slower moments to let the reader process what has happened and also leave hints of lighter moments, the reader will get exhausted and stop feeling quite so invested in the stakes.

The easiest way I do this is by structuring my story in arcs, where it gears up steadily before cooling down a bit and repeating itself a few times. Each arc also builds on the one before it, so chapter one of arc one feels like lower stakes than chapter one of any arc after that.

The easiest way to learn how to do this is just start experimenting! Also take note when reading other stories what feels like a "rest chapter", what it accomplishes, what tensions might still be present while still feeling a bit slower. Is there a chapter with characters just talking or resting? What makes that chapter still interesting? What would the effect be if you skipped that chapter on the pacing? If you can map out the arcs in lfls without reading any of the author's notes, that might help you dissect what techniques I was using for my own work!

Hope that helps <3

#glitch answers #lfls #writing advice

[aquarium-ina-bag]

Where Danger Finds Me, it Follows with Tides - 6

Never stay the whole night ch6

Words: 2k

Parings: Wednesday x Reader

Warnings: blood, bullets, small violence.

A/N: A longer one since I need to take a break so I can be productive rq, but give me ideas of what u wanna see, like how Ty will be revealed, or lil hc's, anyways enjoy.

This sheep is still here, mocking Wednesday with its existence. From the moment she woke up, it was in her face, chewing at the comforter. She wondered if you’d notice it was gone; surely if she buried it well, you wouldn’t know. Right, the task at hand is to figure out why you’re in this school in the first place, plus get rid of this Hyde.

You were at the table when she came out for the morning; you leaned against it, refusing to sit down. Your groggy eyes glued on Enid made Wednesday a little angry; all your attention was stuck on the blonde, while everyone else’s eyes at the table were stuck on you, Bianca almost was able to mirror Wednesday’s death stare. What were you talking about that was so important to the point you didn’t even look at Wednesday?

She finally started to approach the group, avoiding your eyes almost as a punishment for avoiding hers.

Yoko laughed after finishing her sip of donated blood, saying, "Speak of the devil." 

Enid turned around with enough energy that it almost looked as if she had broken her neck in the process. She slammed her hands on the table, "Wednesday, please, can we keep Skate?" Those damn puppy eyes, "Y/n said it was up to you; I promise he won’t eat your stuff; I’ll keep him clean; he won’t even go on your side." 

"No." Wednesday deadpanned.

Ajax was trying to understand the situation. "Who the hell is Skate? And why does he eat things?"

"It’s my new sheep!" Enid started to pull up a picture of her and the sheep; he was full of hair clips and nail paint. 

"You have a sheep?! Weems is so gonna kill you if she finds out." Kent budded in, trying to get a closer look at the picture. 

"That’s why we aren’t keeping it, I don’t care what Enid or Y/n says we are putting it back." Wednesday scolded. 

"If you don’t want him so badly, get up so we can show Mr. Kovacs." You whispered. Wednesday shuddered; your breath tickled the shell of her ear when you spoke. When she turned around to possibly beat the brains back into you, you weren’t there, you were still leaning against the table, looking at everyone else, before taking a small glance at her. 

She had to be going crazy because nobody made a comment about how close you were to her, but it had to be real because you gestured for her to get up. Like she was in some trance, she did. Everyone seemed to ignore the fact that you two were leaving until both of you were out of sight.

"What was that?" Wednesday, still appalled. She scanned you for any differences in body language. 

"It’s called walking; I learned it when I was a baby." You joked and continued to walk to her dorm. 

"Not that, how you said something behind my ear but you didn’t even move." 

"I know your therapists labeled you as crazy, Wends, but jeez. I didn’t think It was that bad." 

"You looked at my files?" She was more offended that you looked at her student files than her nickname. 

"Spoiler alert: when I was still working, Weems told me you'd be under my watch if things went south. Keep you out of trouble, you know?" You paused and laughed, saying, "Well, things did go south, but she wanted to spare you, plus I was busy fixing your Xavier mess up, how you falsely accused him, and I was trying to keep you out of jail from behind the scenes."

Wednesday noticed how slowly the two of you were walking. "I don’t believe that." 

"Well, it’s the truth, hun." You shrugged.

"Don’t call me that; Weems said you’re mandatorily stuck in this school. Why?"

"Because it’s a place for outcasts?" Duh." 

"I understand that, but what makes you an outcast?" Wednesday was about avoiding the long game. 

But you made her play anyway, "because I’m an emo loner." You laughed and quickened your pace to get to the room. 

You opened the door to find Skate relaxed on Wednesday's bed, chewing on the pillowcases. You turned to Wednesday’s irked face and laughed. She mumbled something about killing it before dragging him off the bed, the pillow still in his mouth. She let out a muffled groan.

"Carry him to the class," Wednesday ordered.

You faked a yawn, "Don’t know, Ms. Addams, I kinda don’t feel like it, I did carry him yesterday." You stretched your torso, she watched you tuck your shirt back in, stuff your hands in your pockets, and sway, waiting for Wednesday to move the sheep. 

"He’s at least 200 pounds, you can’t imagine me carrying that." 

"I did it, so get to lifting or find some other way." 

Wednesday turned around to pull out a drawer from the black desk, she white-knuckled a raveled-up rope in anger. The angry girl started to make a lead for Skate; he was getting jittery once she attempted to put it around him. Wednesday looked up to stare into your eyes. You nodded and helped her keep him still without hurting him. Though she used this opportunity to make you walk him to the class,

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"You stole a whole damn sheep." Mr. Kovacs gaped, staring at you, Wednesday, then back to the sheep. 

You slowly nodded, "Now give us our grade," in a demanding tone. 

"Fine fine, just please put it back before I have to report you to Weems; its nails are painted. What the hell?"

You both nodded and turned to leave the class with Skate. Wednesday didn’t refuse this time when you took him back to her dorm. 

"I’ll be back later tonight to drop him off back at the farm." You leaned against the doorway, watching the raven remove the lead from Skate, and ushered him outside on the balcony. 

"Do it now, I want him gone." 

"Aw, lighten up, you don’t mean that." That damn whispering again in her ear, she fanned the area around her ear, hoping to hit you. 

"You just did it again, the whispering." Wednesday sounded agitated.

"I said loud and clear, ‘I need to do it at night so it’s darker.' Get your head and ears checked out." 

"I’m not dissimulating; I know what I heard and felt; you were right behind me and whispered something." 

You chuckled, "You take something today?" 

"I refuse to participate in narcotics, but I won’t sanction your gaslighting." 

"Still don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyway,  see you tonight, Addams." You pushed off the doorframe and walked away. Of course, who other than Enid replaced your presence. 

"Another date again?" She giggled 

"It wasn’t a date." The raven bit, "Don’t you have a class to go to?" 

"Don’t you? But I’m here to check on my little Skater. I brought him food." Enid walked toward the spider web window and went out of it. Feeding the animal outside. Wednesday rolled her eyes, getting ready to leave for her next class. 

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A knock at the door startled the girls in the room who were watching the scary movie. Wednesday’s cello playing wasn’t helping the eerie feeling either.

"Yoko, you get it!" Enid pushed the vampire out of the huddle of people, blankets, and pillows. 

"I'm not getting it! You have claws; you get it." Another knock, and the girls scream again. 

"Divina, come with me, so you can siren song them, and then I’ll claw their eyes out." Enid proposed. 

"Claw my eyes out, we’re going to have a problem, Sinclair." Your voice wasn’t recognizable to them. 

Enid got up in fear "IT KNOWS MY NAME!" Wednesday playing sharpened, they all ran outside on the balcony with Skate and Thing. Wednesday paused and looked at the group as they scrambled to explain all at the same time. 

"PERSON AT DOOR!" "THEY KNOW MY NAME! "THEY’RE GOING TO KILL US!" "HELP WEDNESDAY, PLEASE!" "Bah," she pieced what she could, excluding the bah. To get out of this hellscape, she went to the door and opened it. You looked down to stare at her. 

"Hi." Flashing those gorgeous teeth of yours, she thought. 

"Good evening." 

"What are they watching?" You craned your neck to view the Macbook on the ground.

"Scream franchise."

You giggled, "Ironic, but where’s my sheep?" Wednesday moved to guide you outside. The other posse calmed down. 

"Oh, it’s you." Divina spoke. Removing herself from the group, she went back inside. 

"Hi Y/n, want to join us for the movie?" Enid invited. 

"No, but I must take Rollerblade here." You picked him up and headed for the window door, but were stopped by Yoko and Enid, who protested. 

"DON'T TAKE HIM AWAY PLEASE!" "IT'SDON'T NOT HIS TIME!" "MY BABY!" 

Enid was so eager to get her sheep back that she accidentally dug her claws into your side. You hissed and pulled yourself out, and blood oozed on your white T-shirt.

Enid immediately apologized and let you go. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m sor-" moving her hand back and forth, contemplating if she should touch you again.

"-It’s fine, it’s nothing. "I just wasn’t prepared." You laughed.

Wednesday watched you in vexation and reached her hand out to help, but you shook your head. 

"I’m good, I promise." You smiled again. How could you be okay? Enid’s nails are long, that has to be deep. 

They watched you head back into the room, and they followed. Enid sat back down, drowning in guilt. Wednesday and you left the dorm and shut the door. 

"Let me at least clean it." Her eyes were softened, way more than she would be with Enid. 

"Here, I’ll go head to my room to fix it before I drop him off." A tight-lipped smile to calm down the girl in front of you. 

She sighed out her nose before nodding. You walked in the wrong direction, away from your room. Wednesday almost said something, but let you go. When you were out of sight, she cursed herself for not forcing you to get help. 

You were on your way behind the school, deeper in the woods, making sure nobody could see. The bleeding stopped; the blood was even gone—not even a drop on the white tee. But more should be shed now.

Your back started to welt, almost as if something was trying to escape, and it did. Clawing its way out from your back, cracking, crushing, and popping, ripping the back of said tee and your flesh, large bones equal to bird wings clawed out, the blood coated against them forming feathers, blood red feathers fading to something darker at the base. It was silky, cognate to blood when you stretched out in the moonlight. There was not a wince, whine, or cry from you when these extra appendages scratched out of you. You just sighed and lifted yourself and the sheep off the ground, heading back for his home. 

As you dropped him down, a bang echoed, and all you felt was something hot stuffed inside your wing. You groaned and flew with the speed of the fastest hawk back to your balcony. The landing was a little wobbly, but you still made it. The feathers dropped elegantly on the cold concrete, where they puddled into blood. The flesh hugging the bird bones was midnight, coextensive to bat wings; they poured down as syrupy blood, and the bullet fell into the puddles. Those long, blood coated bones crawled back into your back with the same cracking, wet crushing, and popping. The pool of blood crawled up your article of clothing and back into the large open wounds on your back; it shut and healed like nothing ever happened tonight, and your tattoo is still perfectly scarred on you—not a scar, nothing.

"I’m not on my game today, am I?" You laughed before going inside, to do your nightly routine.

#jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday x y/n #Where Danger Finds me it Follows with Tides #WDFMIFWT

[2b--frank]

This is a post about an AU that I, after long thinking, decided to just call "Rabbit Manager AU." The name is as silly as the concept itself :)

This AU shouldn't have been written about at all, but since my friends from abroad liked it, I decided to explain it a bit :)

The AU starts to diverge from the canonical events since the moment William experienced death for the first time. Even though his body died (although the death of it was slow and extremely unpleasant), his soul still lived and re-attached itself to the corpse.

And oh boy, was he suffering. Of course, he was still haunted by the spirits that refused to move on. But eventually, during his "confinement" in the safe room while feeling like his soul was constantly being turned inside out and back again, he came to repentance.

(Yeah, in this AU William, on the contrary to the canon, actually took time that he had to process the weight of his past actions and come to a conclusion that he had done a huge oopsie. AND he did so in half shorter time - he was stuck there for only 15 years.)

The souls moved on; well, except for Cassidy. They weren't as vengeful as before, but still wanted to see Afton suffer. So, the whole "personal hell" concept isn't here, it's just the last remaining spirit cursing William to eternal life in this state and following him silently.

After the fire in Fazbear Frights that his son Michael (who is still a walking corpse in this AU) had caused, William was able to get rid of the now damaged outer shell of the costume. Then, what was left of him was an endoskeleton with mummified remains of his once human body attached to it.

However, Michael wasn't lucky to get out of there alive. Since he had been animated only by the will to right his father's wrongs, for which the latter had repented, Michael had nothing to hold his spirit back from moving on to the afterlife.

William knew that there was nothing left of his previous life. Well, almost nothing - the only person from the past left alive(in normal sense) was Henry, who was still suffering from the consequences of William's past actions. That was the reason for Afton to come to him - he wanted to help Henry in order to atone for his atrocious deeds and end the whole story. However, he knew that his old friend would've never forgiven him, even if he crawled back to him on the knees. So, William changed his identity, adopting the name "Dave Miller." And, of course, he had to hide his body - long thick clothes, gloves, a wig and an odd bunny mask - all of that stuff. The latter was chosen to be specifically a bunny for no coincidence, as it both reminded him of his past and his duty and was fitting for the future workplace.

As for the main events of the AU, Henry is oblivious to the identity of his new employee on the position of a junior manager. However, once he finds out, things can get ugly for both of them.

Whew... that was a lot for an AU made for shits and giggles, right?

Now! I tried to think of what might still be unclear after all that's stated above. If you still got any questions, ask away! I'll edit the post and add the answers to this section!

Q: Does William feel pain?

A: Not physical. However, know that feeling when it's like your soul is being torn apart? Well, that's what he constantly feels due to overwhelming guilt and unseen presence of Cassidy. So, it's more like spiritual (?) or emotional (???) pain.

Q: Is he capable of communicating?

A: Ah, yes. He learned sign language since it was both hard for him to communicate with his voice (which sounds like wheezes of an old dying animal) and he's too afraid that his speech patterns and accent might give him away. However, I really don't think Henry understands sign language, so instead William/Dave communicates with him through short messages he writes in his notepad. Yes, he carries it with him at all times.

Q: How does William feel about his state?

A: Oh! He wants to f@¢#ing die. Cassidy won't let him, though. Again, the whole concept of them dragging William into his personal hell is replaced by making him suffer in his current pathetic existence.

Q: This mask looks familiar...

A: Yeah! It's based on various iterations of Michael's FFPS deisgn. I just took it and ran :)

Q: Will Henry find out? What'll happen?

A: I do not want to think about that. If he does indeed find out, I doubt he'll take such a revelation lightly. But at the same time I really want it all to end well...

#fnaf au #fnaf sketch #fnaf art #henry emily #william afton

[bridgyrose]

Someone ends up getting a mechanical body like Penny, and Penny teaches them how to use it. Thats when the new android mentions hot singles in their area, and penny has to drag them back for an anti virus check

Weiss moved her fingers, listening to the clicking sound her joints made as she tried to get used to how her new body felt. She was lucky that Pietro was able to save what was left of her after the dust explosion and transfer her aura and soul into this new body to keep her going. Though, it all felt strange no matter how much she moved around or tried to get used to how much quicker her mind was able to think. 

“How does everything feel, Weiss?” Penny asked as she looked the new android over. “I know it is not the same as your original body, but after the dust explosion and the mine collapsed-” 

“Its… its fine, Penny,” Weiss said as she sat down. “You were able to save me. If this body is what I need in order to live, then I’ll accept it.” 

“Then you will need to learn how to operate your new body.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes as a hud came up in front of her eyes. “I’ve used a computer before, I think I’ll be fine.” 

“But this body will be different from a computer.” Penny started to pace as she spoke, taking her eyes off Weiss. “You’ll need to make sure you run through regular maintenance after missions, making sure you keep your antivirus running, check all of your protocols to make sure you are still you.” 

“I know how to use a computer, Penny.” Weiss took an unneeded breath and moved her fingers, watching screens move and change in front of her eyes. “I’ll be able to keep myself safe.” 

“But all of this is different. One wrong turn while connected to the network could change you forever.” 

Weiss let out a soft sigh as she stood up. “And I told you I’ll be fine. But first, I need to figure out how to get rid of this notification about the single women in our area. I need to get back to working on missions with my team, not worry about dating.” 

Penny paused and took a look at Weiss, watching as the bright, blue eyes flickered with red and green. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she spoke, tired. “Let us get you back to my father and he can run diagnostics on you.” 

Weiss looked at Penny curiously for a moment as she watched the screens in front of her glitch out for a brief moment. An electric tingle ran through her body for a moment as she felt herself fade before coming back. “R-right, we’ll get me a check up and then you can help me figure out the rest of my body.” 

Penny extended a hand to Weiss. “Shall we go?” 

Weiss nodded and took Penny’s hand to walk with her to Pietro’s lab, her fingers clicking nervously as she squeezed. Walking felt almost new to her as she made her way through the halls of Atlas, her vision flickering with static the further she went. She didnt realize when she had stopped or even that her legs had quit moving until her arm was pulled by Penny.

“Is everything okay?” 

“I… I think so.” Weiss started walking again, feeling her legs nearly lock up with each step. All of the sounds and sights, all the new sensations were overwhelming and seemed to stop her body from moving well. Every movement required focus that seemed to get pulled elsewhere. 

Penny stopped and squeezed Weiss’s hands, relaxing as she heard the joints click. “Do not think about what you need to move, let your mind take control of your body on your own. You do not need to focus, you need to allocate the process. All you have to worry about is making sure your body is able to process everything you want to do.” 

Weiss slowly nodded and let her mind relax, letting her mind take control of all of her processes. She didnt need to think about moving her legs or arms, didnt need to think about the direction she was going. All she needed was to let her mind take control just like her human body, to automate everything to allow her to think “go”. She took a deep breath, feeling the air travel into her through a vent in her mouth, cooling her body as her mind took control to automate every process she needed. Her soul, her very essence of herself, was all that had to control. Her mind, her thoughts, was all she needed to bridge the gap between desire and control. 

“Your body is not just a computer, it is you.” Penny slowly moved Weiss to sit down, smiling as she watched her friend. “You do not need to worry about controlling it like one, you only need to think about it as your human body. Let your soul control you, your aura power you. All you have to do is give it direction.” 

“I…I think I understand.” Weiss opened her eyes again, the blue around her irises starting to flicker for a brief moment until they turned into an icy blue that seemed as sharp as ice. She slowly stood up and took a step, no longer thinking about walking but letting her soul take control, only giving a direction she wanted to go. “It feels easier.” 

“It will get much easier over time. The first time coming online after a transfer like that is always the worst.” 

“Aura transfer?” Weiss asked as she looked over Penny, seeing the bright smile she always had. “But you were… an artificial human, right?” 

Penny just smiled and went down another hallway. “Father’s lab is not too far. Just a couple more hallways to go.” 

Weiss nodded and followed after Penny, her mind still lingering on the words she had used. First time online after an aura transfer. She silently sighed as she followed Penny down the hall, still unsure of what she meant. Though, for now, that would be a question for after the popups in her field of view were taken care of.

#weiss schnee #penny polendina #drabbles #rwby #mechanical au

[romanceandshenanigans]

Writer Q&A Game

Thanks to @clairelsonao3 for tagging me!

1. What motivates you to write?

I'm not exactly sure tbh. It almost feels like a compulsion. There are days where I simply do not feel good in my body if I haven't written anything. Then there are others where I can't bring myself to write because I'm too tired or too distracted from life. Honestly the second I get a clear head and enough time to myself, I'll start writing.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

This isn't from my WIP, but from a fanfic I wrote a while ago. I want to try to find a way to incorporate it into something. Not sure where though.

“I know this seems like it’s coming out of nowhere,” he said, “but promise it’s not. I’ve had a long time to think about it.  A few years, actually. I guess, I just didn’t realize how deep I was in it until about five minutes ago.”

She kept silent, but the simple fact she hadn’t told him to get out gave him the confidence to keep going. . 

“I meant it when I said I’m crazy about you. I like that you take your sugar with a drop of coffee.  I like how you sing to yourself when you’re happy.  I like that you never seem to get cold.  I like that you never lose your head under fire, but still need me to get rid of spiders. I like that you can laugh at yourself.  I like that you can laugh at me. Hell, I like that you’re perfectly willing to slap my face if the situation calls for it.

I like so many things about you Liz, and that’s just the stuff I found out on accident.  I can only imagine the stuff I’d learn if I started loving you on purpose."

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

I really do enjoy writing Finn. The boy just makes my smile.

Close second is another OC which I wrote for fanfic who I want to save and put someplace else, Lucy. She's my softest girl who has a lot of love to give. Might figure out a way to put her in this regency setting somewhere, but who knows.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

The first draft spree. The moment when you get an idea and you have write it down as quickly as possible. It's rough and definitely will need some editing, but that rush cannot be topped. It just feels satisfying to exorcise even the smallest of scenes out of my body.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Dialogue, hands down. It's at least the part I've gotten the most compliments on.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I've only just started to dip my toe in, but I really do love answering asks. I like seeing other writer's process and knowing I'm not alone. It's just fun!

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I've been using Scrivener and it's really helped me keep everything organized. I have a very conspiracy board way of drafting, so having all my random snippets in one place really helps.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

Not sure world building is my strong suit for this current WIP. I suppose I'm enjoying expanding the world of the theatre, but I admittedly need to do more research.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Write anyway. It doesn't have to be the scene that's giving you trouble. It doesn't even have to be for the piece you're trying to focus on, just don't get out of the habit of writing. Once you lose that momentum, it takes a long time to get it back.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

Gotta give a shout out to @clairelsonao3 for being so welcoming in my introduction to the writeblr community. And @janec23, for being one of the few specifically romance writers to reach out.

But I really can't begin to thank all the people who have followed me from my fanfic blog over to this one. It really means so much to know people are interested in reading anything I put out there.

@flapjacques, @jo-harrington, @can-of-pringles, @handahbear, @auroramagpie, @justanothersadperson93, @sad-cat-hours, @ghostface001, @theowlwhocameback, @mattmurdocksscars, @roruna, @everything-intertwined, @sweetjedi, @arcanerazil, @vibratingbonesbis, @delirious0pandemonium, @llovelykenobi, @geek-girl7, @mixedupanddown

Know that I love and appreciate you all.

I'm also going to leave this an OPEN tag to anyone who wants to do this, and especially invite everyone who I have tagged above. (and

#tag game #writeblr #wip: untitled regency romance #writeblr asks #about the author #writeblr tag game

[quietly-by-myself]

A Wicked Work of Art - Chapter 10

Masterlist

A little bit exposition-heavy. Sorry.

CW: medical whump, trans whumpee, test subject whumpee, experiment whumpee, fantasy racism, dehumanization, fantasy whump, doctor carewhumper, carewhumper, psych medication talk, institutionalized oppression, fantasy genocidal talk

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Vasiliki entered the lab room with a light rap on the door. Akakios was already awake, staring wide-eyed at him from his place, restrained on the bed. Vasiliki didn’t really know what to say other than to roll a stool up and start the conversation the way he should have the first time.

“Akakios,” Vasiliki took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I took it too far with the way that I whipped you. Way too far. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I deserve whatever you think I do,” Akakios responded quickly, with no life in his voice.

There was the training that Constantine had given him. A hatred boiled in Vasiliki’s heart at the thought of what Akakios had been through to make him so compliant. 

“No, Akakios, you do not deserve to be beaten. We’re trying to cure you of your magic. Beating you like I did isn’t treatment. It’s cruelty. I was cruel to you.”

Akakios froze. Vasiliki, then, suddenly realized that he hadn’t told Akakios much of anything, beyond that he was his owner now. He remembered how scared his first subject was, the first one that came from the Facility that was. He also remembered what had helped that first subject.

“I think it’ll be better for both of us if I lay everything down for you.” Vasiliki took a deep breath. “I want you to know first that you won’t be sold. When I’m done with my subjects, they’re sent to an institution where they live out their lives with their needs met.”

Something flashed in Akakios’ eyes as he strained to look at Vasiliki. Was that hope that Vasiliki had seen? “W-what?”

Vasiliki nodded. “The after effects of the experiments I run are highly monitored. See, Akakios, I’m working on a drug that cures the dark arts. Completely erases their magic.” Vasiliki paused. “Well, I guess it’s less of a drug and more of a series of treatments. A protocol if you will. The aim is to eradicate the dark arts without eradicating the mages of the dark arts. Naturally, though, it has a lot of ill effects on the host. Thus, there’s a lot of monitoring.”

Akakios was quiet, motionless, hardly even breathing for several moments. “What about Asimi?”

“Asimi?”

“The devil. The one who possessed me.”

The amount of care in Akakios’ voice when he spoke of the devil caught Vasiliki off guard. He’d heard of mages of the dark arts coming to care for the devils that lived inside of them. However, most, he’d learned, were infested with the creatures and needed them exorcized for true freedom. 

In any case, no devil was capable of anything other than manipulating their hosts. Any care that their hosts felt was pure manipulation - fake love.

“You’ll be freed from their grasp soon. That’s the first step in all of this. It won’t be easy though. Asimi is a silver devil, aren’t they?”

Akakios nodded. 

“That means that their possession is very strong, but I’m sure you knew that.”

Again, Akakios nodded.

“I won’t kill you in the process. I promise you that. If ever it looks like ridding you of their possession might threaten your life, we’ll change gears. It might be a matter of giving you holy water treatments to contain them. We’ll see. I’m experienced in ridding mages of devils’ possession.” 

Tears formed in Akakios’ eyes. It caught Vasiliki a little off guard.

So, his subject did have some sort of feeling for the devil that possessed him. That always made it more complicated to successfully exorcise one. Feelings made the two souls more intertwined. More difficult to separate.

“You’ll be okay, Akakios. Asimi will be difficult to get rid of, but it’ll be better for you to have them gone.”

Akakios nodded, but Vasiliki could tell that it was just to make him happy. Akakios turned his head away to stare at the opposite wall. 

Maybe Vasiliki had overwhelmed him. It was a terrifying prospect, he presumed. But, after six months, he would get to rest for the rest of whatever remained of his life after being experimented on. It was a kinder fate than most mages of the dark arts had. Even if the facilities his old subjects were sent to weren’t always kind places, it was better than being sold to a private holder.

Well, that was if he planned on sending Akakios to one of those facilities. Of course, he was still intent on buying Akakios after his grant was up. However, he didn’t think that it would help Akakios, who hadn’t even been away from Constantine for a month, to hear that he would be bought.

“I want to help you, Akakios. I want to help all mages of the dark arts. That’s why I’m doing this. Your sacrifice will not go unrewarded. Six months, then you’re free to rest for the rest of your days without interference. Without Constantine near you. That’s the best I can offer you.”

Anyway, he wasn’t sure if he’d be allowed to buy Akakios in the first place. The Facility might mandate that he be sent away somewhere to be monitored. After all, depending on how successful his newest subject was as an experiment, Akakios might need long-term monitoring to see if the new treatment protocol could be widely applied.

Vasiliki couldn’t see Akakios’ face, but he could hear his subject’s crying. His subject was severely depressed. It would take a week to three weeks for the lithium to do anything, if it was going to do anything. The sertraline - even more. 

Even then…

His subject was enduring lasting trauma every day. Only so much could be done about that. He could give his subject medication. He could sedate his subject. However, forcing anything on him would only make things worse.

For the first time, Vasiliki seriously considered what he was doing. How would he react to being kept as a captive, tortured by someone in the name of tempering violence and training for services, only to be taken to a lab and used for experimentation?

It was nothing short of cruelty. 

That was the reality of Vasiliki’s work, wasn’t it? It was cruel, even if he tried to be humane. 

The thought was a hard pill to swallow, one that Vasiliki couldn’t deal with while dealing with another - his subject, who was crying.

“Akakios, I’m going to give you a task. I’m not going to start the experiments for at least a week, so I want to give you something to do.”

That got Akakios’ attention. He looked at Vasiliki, his eyes red and puffy and his nose running.

“Think of three things I can do for you to make you more comfortable. Clothes, rules, favorite meals - things like that. There are no wrong answers. Okay? I will try my best to do those three things for you, no matter what they are.”

Akakios’ face rippled with shock. His tears stopped for a moment. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Vasiliki responded without a moment’s hesitation. “If you want anything changed about this room, too, I’ll do my best. I try to make it homely for all my subjects, whatever that might look like.”

Akakios nodded, hesitant. The look on his face told Vasiliki that his subject didn’t believe him. 

That was something that would come with time and with trust. Trust would be difficult to earn back because he’d already lost it with Akakios. Time, well, it was constant and he couldn’t turn back time like some mages of the light arts. 

Even then, he needed to learn from his mistakes and not just be able to turn back time to avoid them.

“Akakios, I’m going to go get you food. We’ll rearrange you after I’m back.”

Akakios nodded, then turned his head again as Vasiliki went for the door.

===

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @whumpsday, @pigeonwhumps, @oddsconvert, @pumpkin-spice-whump, @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @writereleaserepeat, @just-a-silly-little-whumper, @sparrowsage, @inscrutable-shadow, @whumplr-reader, @whumpycries, @demondamage, @whumpshaped

#medical whump #trans whumpee #test subject whumpee #experiment whumpee #fantasy racism #dehumanization #fantasy whump #doctor carewhumper #carewhumper #psych medication talk #institutionalized oppression #fantasy genocidal talk #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump fic #whump community #a wicked work of art

[negrowhat]

Ok...I'm just starting to process the behind the scenes of LITA with Boss and Noeul. Besides confirming the full scale horniness those two are able to tap into, apparently on demand and in front of a crowd, I thought it also gives us even more insight into their genuine

We've seen them quite a bit -- at events and interviews and through social media. But those were largely looking back, many of them after the show and their popularity had taken off. These are in the moment -- when it's all still completely new and unsure. And we see how they literally clung to each other during this process. How they are so sweet and cuddly. How Noeul is nuzzling into Boss's (naked) chest or resting his chin on his shoulder or how Boss is always (literally) holding onto or touching Noeul. It's clear how comfortable they are with each other -- and how much comfort they give to each other. And I know it's not unusual for actors to be close, especially when doing a project like this. But I think it reinforces how these two are different and how their genuine closeness is really the foundation of their chemistry. (And it probably speaks to why they sit half naked, on top of each other, in a room full of crew, and focus on each other and how to make it feel real (or, as Boss said, "like art"). Anyway, I just think that it's nice that in the same time we see the hot we also see the sweet.

Hey anon! I do agree that I think BossNoeul are probably great friends and it's great to see how comfortable they are with each other. It's nice to see them have fun while filming and not feeling too much pressure to perform better. It's always a plus when the crew tells them they are doing too much and to pull it back lol. The more comfortable the actors are with each other the better their body language as a couple reads across on screen. Like they do a lot of small physical interactions on screen that seem minimal but makes their relationship feel more real on camera. BossNoeul have insane chemistry.

We can also thank the workshops for this. Typically with Thai BLs the actors are sent to workshops before filming so they can become comfortable with each other and around the people filming them. A lot of times at these workshops they work a ton on their physical chemistry and closeness.

They learn to behave like couples and learn more about their characters mannerisms and how they're supposed to be with each other and the actors also build a bond and hopefully friendship in the process. Sometimes they just spend time laying on each other, or cuddling, or holding hands, and of course kissing.

I've seen sippets of workshops with MileApo, MewGulf, ZaintSee, and BounPrem and that's what a lot of the videos show. The workshops help get rid of the anxiety and stress and fear of working intimately with a partner before actual filming starts so they perform better together because they're already familiar with each other.

#payurain #bossnoeul #love in the air #love in the air the series #boss chaikamon #noeul nuttarat #lita cast

[fiftysevenacademics]

I've been thinking a lot about how important it is to discover and pursue activities, hobbies, and interests you enjoy that are within your means, ability, and time constraints, whatever those may be. Your circumstances in life may change and you never know what aspects of your past experiences will stand out as good times. Doing things you enjoy, as long as they don't harm yourself or others, can get you through hard times and later, help you incorporate the bad times into a more balanced narrative of your life.

There have been a few moments like this for me but only relatively recently have I found myself slightly longing for some aspects of "the bad old days" because of a hobby I picked up during the most recent (and hopefully last) of them. I had broken up with someone and moved out of their house, but since I had gotten rid of almost everything I owned to fit my family in their small house, I had to completely rebuild my household. But, since I also had absolutely no money, no good career prospects (I was employed but not very securely and not making enough money), and was just at my wit's end generally in life, I went to thrift stores to get everything I needed and in the process, discovered antique and vintage glass was interesting, abundant, and very, very cheap. So that is what I restocked my kitchen with and began collecting. 

I found myself with more free time than money or friends and loads and loads of anxiety, grief, and stress, and instead of sitting around obsessing on the many choices that had led me to the unhappy place I was now, I spent nearly every free minute driving around to all the thrift stores in my region. When I wasn't thrifting, I was learning about the glass I was buying up at a rapid pace. Eventually I started selling some of it and making almost enough to support, or at least justify my habit.

After a few years, it did begin to feel more like a compulsion than a pleasure, something I had to do but didn't necessarily enjoy as much anymore. I had also narrowed down my collecting interests somewhat and was beginning to amass far more glass than I knew what to do with. I had become a solid member of a glass collecting community or club that helped me learn without having to buy so much stuff, plus, I had managed to turn my life around and was in a much healthier psychological and even financial space. I still collect and still love to thrift, but I do it a lot less and am very picky about what I buy now.

But I do miss those days when I'd get out early to hit the first store when it opened and be at the last store when it closed for the day, getting up the next day and doing it again. The excitement I'd feel driving, the thrill of the hunt, the pleasure of discovering places and routes within my region that I never had any reason to visit before, even though they weren't far away. It was obsessive, a minor luxury. I miss that feeling of joy, which I remember so well because everything else in my life felt awful.

I used to listen to the radio while driving around and certain early 2000's songs yank me right back if I hear them no, not to the anxiety or difficulties I faced but to those happy hours. When I think back on those days, the good moments pop first into mind and help me remember other positive things that happened during this era of my life, good decisions I made, good things that happened with or for my kids, and not only the bad ones.

I think because I found one small source of happiness during what felt like a very low point in my life, I've been able to see it more objectively, some 15+ years later, as not as bad as it seemed at the time. I've since used this trick to reframe other bad eras of my life. It's easy to dwell on the bad stuff, my mistakes and failures, but if I can find one thing that I really enjoyed doing during that time, I can go back and reframe that time as special in some way, because of this nice thing I discovered that perhaps I didn't get to do later, or that maybe lost a bit of its luster as my life improved. 

#stuff you probably don't to know but I'm telling you anyway #my stuff

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FFXIVWrite Prompt 15: Portentous

Rating: M

Word Count: 1493

Warnings: Descriptions of illness, major character death

Summary: Persephone meets her fate. [Vampire AU, Hythazemet, Continuation of Prompt 14.]

Master Post

Persephone cracked open eyes stuck together with sleep and a portentous stinging that she knew normally would herald the coming of a terrible fever. Throat dry, she struggled to push herself up, only to jump in surprise at movement in the dark.

“Shhh, it’s just me,” she heard Hythlodaeus’ voice, and a moment later a dim lamp on the side table clicked on to reveal him looking drowsy in the desk chair.

“Why are you just sitting in the dark?” she croaked as he poured some water into a glass and passed it to her.

“Well, you were asleep, and I was starting to doze off, so I thought-“

“No, no, I mean, why are you watching me sleep?”

“Oh,” he shifted a little. “We figured since we don’t know how long your transformation will take, that we should stay nearby in case you need something.”

“I thought the goal was for me to die,” she said, more conversationally than if she’d been fully awake.

“The process is unpleasant enough without having to suffer through it with no care at all,” he took the water cup back from her, setting it on her side table as she settled back into her blanket.

“I didn’t feel this bad before,” she mumbled, already on the edge of sleep again, but uncomfortable enough to keep her awake.

“Like I said, there are a lot of factors in how fast it goes.” Hythlodaeus pulled a few blankets out of a nearby dresser, setting them across the foot of the bed. “I hope it continues to go this quickly. It’s bad no matter how long it takes, but most tend to agree the less time it takes, the better.”

“Oh? Anything we can do to speed it up?” she asked blearily. He chuckled quietly.

“No, it will take as long as it takes,” he shrugged, touching his hand to her forehead. She leaned into it, the coolness a relief.

“Ah, that’s nice,” Persephone mumbled. “Just stay there, would you?” Another huffed sound of amusement as he reached over with his other hand to turn the lamp back off, but he didn’t move his hand. Or she didn’t think he did. It wasn’t long before she fell back into unconsciousness.

The next few days were an ocean of symptoms; each time one receded, another rose to take its place. If the fever subsided for a time, a cough would emerge, or her eyes would water and itch, or she’d struggle for breath. It was like her body knew all the attempts to rid herself of this infection were futile and desperately was trying everything it had to rid her of it.

The worst was day three, the day her body attempted to purge itself of everything she attempted to eat or drink. The two vampires fussed the worst over that, insisting she keep drinking more and more water even as it continued to come back up. Said she needed to stay hydrated. She pointed out if the point was dying, why were they trying to keep her healthy? They both tried to explain, but her head was so fuzzy she couldn’t grasp the concepts.

Hades fussed just as much as Hythlodaeus, she learned, just went about it a different way. Instead of kind smiles and friendly conversation, he was all scowls and angry admonishments of foolish behavior. The day she tried to go get her own food when her legs shook with chills, he lectured her the whole time she ate the bowl of soup he made for her. But a smile and a thank you seemed to be all it took to crack through the harsh exterior and spy something a bit more bashful just behind. But before she could prod further, he fled the room, switching out with Hythlodaeus.

During the good moments, when she could fathom doing anything but curling up in bed and waiting for it to be over, she asked for her phone. She knew she’d had it with her during the attack, and it hadn’t been on her person when she awoke in the aftermath. After a couple of days, Hythlodaeus approached with something small in his hand.

“So, good news. We finally found your phone, but um, there’s also some bad news,” he presented to her, and she grasped for it only to be filled with disappointment as she realized it was in a sad state. The front was shattered, the metal body bent almost to breaking. The port appeared as if someone had tried to jam something inside. She sighed in disappointment and set it aside.

“I guess the last thing I need right now is people blowing my phone up looking for me,” she mumbled, though it was clear she was far more let down by the news of her phone’s fate than she was letting on.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t find it before it got like this.”

“Don’t worry about it. Things can be replaced,” Persephone shrank into her blankets (the chills were almost constant now, so she slept with two thick quilts that did almost nothing to relieve the cold). “You must be hot; go cool off for a while.”

“In a little while,” he always answered her concerns, which she knew to mean only when Hades appeared to swap out. Despite his prickliness, Hades had refrained from complaining about the heat in the room when she was so cold she felt she would never be warm again. She appreciated it. Persephone felt guilty enough about it already without his barbed comments being directed at it. She rested only slightly easier knowing they’d closed off the room as much as they safely could, to keep the rest of the house cool. Not just for their comfort, but her future comfort soon enough, once this heat was just as unbearable to her.

But for now, in the midst of a fever that seemed to just get higher, it was as if she couldn’t get warm enough, the warm air around her still cool on her skin.

~*~

Everyone knew something was off on day seven, when the two vampires realized mid morning that Persephone had yet to stir for water or food. Hythlodaeus woke her first, with great difficulty, food and drink at the ready. She sniffed just a little at the food, a breakfast spread with just about anything she might want, but ultimately refused to eat any of it. The water she choked down clearly only to make him happy, then dozed back off, either unwilling or unable to pull her blankets around her as she had before.

She slept most of the day, the two taking turns watching her like a hawk, abandoning the pretense of keeping busy in her vicinity. Persephone’s occasional shivers and puffs of breath stirring the hair in her face were the only signs of life for hours. Late in the evening, however, Hades looked towards her to find her fever bright brown eyes watching him.

“Would you like some water?” he asked her, clearly deciding that she was far enough gone that insisting she stay hydrated was pointless. She nodded weakly anyway, and he carefully helped her sit up before helping her drink. She took a few sips before pushing it away, and he settled her back before placing the glass back on the table.

“…I’m scared,” he heard a small voice, almost too quiet to catch, and he turned to see Persephone still watching him, tears slowly dripping down her face as she tried to keep them in.

Goddammit, he thought. This is really more Hythlodaeus’ strong suit. He took a breath and pulled the small chair he and his companion had been practically living in for a week closer to the bedside. Hades reached across the blankets to take her hand in his. She clutched it with what seemed to be as much strength as she could muster.

“What’s it like?” she asked, and he could only assume she meant the act of dying itself.

“I don’t rightly remember.” He ran his thumb over her fingers. “It was a long time ago for me. I barely remember the sickness. But I do know Hythlodaeus has assured me over and over that this part you’re going through right now was by far the worst part. So I think you could say that it’s all downhill from here.”

“You do know that has two meanings, right?” Persephone’s mouth twitched into the ghost of a smirk.

“I mean the good one.”

“You better,” the smile faded again, and she stared into nothingness for several moments before Hades tried taking back his hand. Her eyes snapped back to his, and she redoubled her grip.

“Please stay?”

“…Of course.”

And so he did. He stayed when she drifted into sleep again. When her shivering subsided and her fever spiked higher. When her grip loosened around his. When her breathing faded.

And when her heart stopped.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrites2023 #hythazemet #hythlodaeus #emet-selch #azem #oc: persephone 'azem' #vampire au #modern au #my fanfiction #my writing #fanfic #sorry this is a dark one #but next we get to all the stumbling through learning how to vampire which is something i feel a lot of vampire stories squander #also sorry if you're tired of vampire au but i'm not so :P #ship: distant skies

[catmonk]

A Hit Or A Hiss- Three

Part One Part Two

“Ok so I have an idea, why don't we give you a shower to try and get rid of that perfume you have on you.”

From this angle, you could see his arms tremble a bit on the sink he's leaning on, but his face remains impassive. Jamil’s eyes keep flickering back and forth from you to the floor, body tense.

“If that's what you wish, Master.” Jamil's voice slithered into your ear, He looked so calm a minute ago, why does he seem so tense now? He glides across the kitchen tile to where you stand, but you stop him in his path.

“What's wrong?”

He pauses for a moment. “Nothing you should bother with, Master.” His forked tongue flicks back and forth. 

“Jamil, that's not what I asked. You can tell me you know,” you try to say this is the nicest tone possible, but the slits in his pupils still dont look at you. 

“Please Master, let's go outside to get me clean.”

What? Was Jamil expecting you to hose him down? Although Kalim’s unique magic was Oasis Maker, surely he hadn't been using rainwater to clean his pets? A headache started to creep onto you for what felt like the millionth time today,

“We aren't going to go outside, we’re going to go to the bathroom. I bought a special snake shampoo for you at the store,” you taking hold of his forearm to drag him out, with the grocery bag in your other hand.

Your tub wasn't anywhere close to enough lengthwise for the naga, but he curled himself up into tiered layers. You started to run water, swatting away his very persistent efforts to help. As the tub started to fill up, an awkward sort of silence filled in.

“Do you mind taking the hair ornaments out for me? They're rather gorgeous but they'll get in the way, where did you get them?”

“My hair ornaments? Oh, I just buy them and get them as gifts from time to time. I'm not terribly particular about them.” Jamil laid the gold in a small pile beside the tub.

“Good, what do you think of my house so far?”

“It isn't so bad, it's very…uncluttered. That will make it easier to clean. There's certainly a…character to it, in a good way I assure you.”

The water was getting close to the brim so you turned off the faucet and turned behind you to take out the shampoo. His shoulders looked incredibly tense, but you still pushed forward with it, lathering his hair. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, intaking a slow breath. Amazing how even relaxing he looked so controlled. 

Two sharp eyes batted open, “Your staring is starting to unnerve me, you know. Is it customary to casually touch others like this to you?”

“Well I don't really know how to act around you,” you turned on the shower head to rinse his hair out, “it's a learning process, and I hope you'll say something if I do anything wrong.”

All he did was close his eyes, but this time you could tell he loosened up just a bit more.

Fucking hell I haven't uploaded in like a month, I have nothing to say for myself. only on more chapter to go(?) Not the best one so far I will come back to edit it later probably. Do i also tag the people who commented on the last one??? comments and reblog dare greatly appreciated, trying ta find a beta reader rn

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