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bambinella · 2 months

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Rumors pt 2

I recently made a post to address the ongoing situation, and I feel like I have to address it yet again, since it’s getting out of hand.

First of all, I want to apologize to everyone that got involved in this mess, especially the tickle community. I’ve been part of this community for many years now, and I’m enraged by all the hate all of you are receiving by this anon. None of you should be in this situation, and I definitely want to get out of it. I’ve been trying to keep this wildfire contained, but anon is targeting literally anyone right now, be it people who follow me or people who’ve never heard of me before.

In my previous post I mentioned that I suspect ticklee25 to be behind the anon hate, but I didn’t specify or clarify why. Since I still think it’s her, I will explain my thoughts on the why. I’m aware that the messages are still anonymous, so I cannot say with 100% certainty that it’s her, but there are certain details I wish to address.

For starters, the anon hate started on the day I blocked her. ticklee25 and I chatted on discord for a while, and after she became rude, insulted me and my interests and started calling me several times in the middle of the night, knowing of our 5 hour difference, I removed her as a friend. The next day she reached out on tumblr asking me why, yet since I was out all day I hadn’t seen it so I didn’t respond. Then I came back to another message where she was gaslighting me into being a bad friend, which ended with ‘bye’. I removed her as a friend on tumblr too and simply deleted the conversation, since I thought that was gonna be the end of it. Alas, it was not. When she returned with yet another message to insult me some more, I blocked her. That’s when the hateful rumors started spreading. At the time I had no idea I'd have to take screenshots to collect proof, so this is all I have on this matter.

Secondly, some of the anon hate messages had my real name in it. Since my name is not on my tumblr page, you’ll only know my name if you either know me in real life or if we chatted. This indicates that the anon hate is being spread by someone I talked to before. I have no quarrel on tumblr with anyone else, so this points yet again in her direction. Seems a little too suspicious to me to be a coincidence.

The first anonymous message (as far as I know) was sent to my close friend @otomiyaa, which claimed that I was a pedophile. It quite frankly shocked me since I was not prepared for the anonymous hate. I naively thought it would stay with that simple message, and then I thought it would stay with otomiyaa. For a while it did, as she kept receiving several anonymous messages which insulted me. It went from me being a pedophile, to being fat and ugly, to being a shitty writer, which heavily reminded me of the last message I’d received from ticklee25. Then it started spreading to other people, since anon didn’t get the satisfaction of a reply. They first targeted everyone who interacted with me, and when those accounts defended me they moved on to people that don’t follow me and minors.

I have an entire list of rumors being spread about me, from very serious to simply stupid, but it sadly didn’t stay with just rumors. Anon here took it upon themselves to send anonymous messages warning everyone that I spread hate into the tickle community, only to send the hateful anonymous message themselves while tagging me in it. Most people instantly realized that it would be really stupid to send an anonymous message and tag yourself in it, so they knew it wasn’t actually me sending the messages. Here are some examples:

Another thing I have noticed is how, despite me blocking ticklee25, the anonymous hate continued being sent. Some argued that this was a good enough reason for me to change my mind, that it couldn’t be her. However, after looking into it I noticed how several blogs, who were reblogging hate about me, hadn’t even been up for 24 hours, or spammed within mere seconds of each other. Very suspicious again. Some of these blogs are lifeisstrangeenthusiast, swiftlyticklish and ticklelover5.

So, I simply want to clarify some things. I am not a pedophile. I have not been sending hate to people from the tickle community. I have not been sending hate towards minors. I have never forced someone to do something they’re uncomfortable with. I am not a groomer. I am not trying to steal your partner. There may be more rumors, but these are the ones I wanted to address. And to be perfectly clear, I am not the jesus anon.

If you get messages like these, please know that it’s not me. I literally have no reason to spread hate, and I don’t want to stoop to this level. Like I said before, I’m only here for fanart, fanfics and da gays.

I turn myself directly to the anon now. I suspect you've created multiple accounts to keep spreading hateful messages, no matter how many times I’ve blocked you. You could have reached out to me and spared everyone the pain, but you wanted to cancel me so badly so instead you decided to make it everyone’s problem, even going as far as targeting minors. You’re pathetic. I’ve taken the next step, and unlike you I do have screenshots to back me up.

Lastly, I want to thank everyone who has backed me up over these past 6 weeks. You’ve all helped me more than you realize, and I love each and every one of you. I'm super grateful.

@otomiyaa @rach-amber @thebest-medicine @whatsjulietslastname @amazingmsme @turtlee-rockin @toweroftickles @wild-lee-ticklish @softleesam @fluffomatic @ticklerfluff @atlaslunacozycorner @a-ticklish-banshee @objectfromthesky @kaseylovesbayley @knizmokat @wheezylee-jay

Longest post of my life, but it had to happen. I hope we can end the bs now, because I'm honestly done with it.

Update: I didn't have to wait long, as suspected, until someone was getting pissy about my post. @ticklelover5 decided to spread screenshots of random conversation with ticklee25 before the drama started, which only confirmed my suspicions that they're the same account and same person. Thing is, all her replies somehow have mysteriously disappeared! Shocker. So it looks like I'm just talking to myself like a fool. And this somehow adds to her cancel campaign? Proving that I'm horrible because I was talking? I'm confused and pissed, but I kinda expected this when I made this post. I'll post them here too, so you can see what I'm talking about.

Not gonna lie, the fact that she's been blocked back in december and somehow still has my conversation is kind of sickening to me. The fact that it's my current pfp and not the one from my screenshot means she just screenshotted these to try and get some dirt on me. I'm glad I got out of this friendship just in time, and I would have left sooner if I knew the level of psycho I'd be dealing with.

#bambinella #I'm done with the rumors #please read #ticklelover5 being a pain in the ass

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 11 months

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Ghostface! Ellie Williams and Ghostface! Abby Anderson with a chubby fem s/o

+ featuring some slight yandere and explicit themes (these are dating headcanons to specify)

A/n: Hi again lovelies! I didn't expect the last one to blow up so quickly so I'm back to writing, honestly every note, like and reblog encourages me to do more and do better so thank you for that. I honestly didn't expect to write something a bit gory after writing mostly fluff so this'll be interesting. Reminder English is not my first language and I'm trying my best, I hope you enjoy:)

I'll possibly add more in the future if I have ideas :3

Meet my cousin y'all: @rabblebite

Disclaimers/Warnings: Slight yandere like behavior???, violence, gore, knife kink, gun kink, stalking, suggestive themes and language. Characters may be a bit OOC (but you already know this, it's ghostface)(the chubby part is just a little add on so there's actually not that many headcanons regarding that)

If you wish to be tagged, please comment that you want to be or follow so that you'll be updated also: Rules for requests

If you don't want to send requests through Tumblr, my Instagram is always an option.

Ellie Williams dating inspired playlist made by me

Ellie Williams

The first time you met Ellie was a bit of a blur. Let me elaborate...

You were new at the school, first day and all that cliche shit. Bell rings, you run to class. You found yourself in a seat next to a girl, auburn hair and freckles. A few times throughout the class you made eye contact and smiled a few times.

What you didn't know was that Ellie was already freaking out, can you really blame her? A pretty girl sits next to her and smiles at her, not only that but you even offered her a mechanical pencil because hers was flimsy and the led kept breaking on her. She thought you completely forgot about the pencil but did you really?

This was the start of her obsession over you.

After that day she stalked you non-stop, she knew everything. She even kept a small journal, writing down what you did and how she felt about it after.

Her sketchbooks were filled with you, aside from a few other things it was mostly you. There's at least 2-3 doodles on each page of either you or your name on her sketchbook.

May or may not have carved your initials on her guitar before you even started dating.

That mechanical pencil you gave her, she kept it, barely even used it after that so she can keep something of yours.

When she managed to get enough courage to talk to you again, she tried giving you the pencil back in guilt but you refused. You told her to keep it and did that woman worship that pencil.

You got invited to her friend group, which are Dina and Jesse and out of all of them, she hang out with you the most.

After a while, Ellie felt confident enough to ask you out and a sigh of relief for her when you said yes.

She has polaroid of you lying around everywhere in her room, you even stuck some on the edge of your mirror and locker so she'd see it.

Your pet names including: princess, bunny, sweet thing and pretty girl.

The night you found out Ellie was Ghostface was the time you were walking at the street just minding your business when you were pulled in an alleyway but some creepy 50 something year old hobo.

You kicked him off of you and tried to run and the man tried to chase after you. Only to have his mouth covered by a white cloth and stabbed in the back. Hastily running, you got pulled back by the black cloaked stranger and before you could scream, she took off her mask.

"Ellie?" You whisper in fear, you saw her drop her knife and hug you.

You were still in shock, after all you just found out your girlfriend killed someone, rather a lot of people.

"[Name]? Are you alright? He didn't touch you anywhere did he?" She asked, seemingly forgetting she was still wearing her ghostface get up. Lucky for you that you kicked him off before anything else happened.

You two talked it out and you understand her motive behind all of the killings however that doesn't take away from the fact that you're terrified of what consequences await her if she was ever to get caught.

Ellie is aware of what might happen when she gets caught so she does everything she can to make sure you are not in any way, shape or form involved if she was caught.

Even if it means for her to forever rot in prison, she'd rather keep you away than endanger you for being a witness or even a suspect.

She heard about you being flirted with and inappropriately touched by some Chad. After a few days he was spotted, gutted open at the school tree hanging by his clothes.

She'd definitely think it's adorable to see you with the ghostface get up, it's specifically tailored to her size so seeing it on you with the trim dragging on the ground makes her thing of like the ghost costumes with just a white blanket and she just thinks you're such an angel, too pure even.

I just can't stop imagining her with a knife kink, though she doesn't actually cut you with it. She loves the way you whimper and squirm when she presses the cold blade on your plush skin.

She gets off on blood, that being said once she's with you and you already know about the killings, she can't just let it slide.

Someone else's blood on your skin makes her feel all sorts of things. (You may or may have engaged in sexual things after her gutting people up)

Clean up after that is a bit of work so there's that.

Seeing you in lingerie and blood would make her lose all self control.

If you were to accidentally kill someone, she would not only help you clean up but she'll also take responsibility for the kill. She made it look like ghostface did it.

If you were to decide to join in the killings, she'd let you but with moderation.

For example she'll let you make the decision on who to kill or strategize the killings. Before you could even suggest someone who wronged you, they're already 6ft under believe me. Ellie easily picks up on how you feel about someone and it's not like you don't tell her.

She'd also let you watch the killings, either hidden or disguised but that's just how far she'll go. She doesn't want you to actually be the one to do the killing cause she's too paranoid you'll do something that'll cause you to get caught.

Abby Anderson

You met at the basketball court while you were sitting at the bleachers because let's be real here, Abby is a total jock and athlete, she seems like she'd be a gym rat too. (Without the red flags of one though)

You were sitting with your friends Dina and Jesse while you guys just catched up since the past week has been hectic, you even went so far as to gossip and think of conspiracies on who has been responsible for the reported killings by the killer they named ghostface. You looked at your phone, looking at the messages when you flinched, almost getting hit by a ball.

You open your eyes shortly to see Abby Anderson, the school's lesbian jock, who by the way is holding the ball that almost hit you. Anderson muttered an apology on behalf of her teammate who mistakenly threw the ball at your direction.

You told her it was fine and that it was and honest mistake when you know damn well you would've been far more upset if that ball actually hit you.

Abby just couldn't stop staring at you, I mean could you blame her? She felt like a knight and shinning armour when she just saved a pretty girl from a potential head injury.

She snapped back to reality when she heard her teammate say "Hey Anderson! Stop flirting with pretty girls and pass that ball back will you" Abby was a bit flustered by that comment because all and all she agreed to it.

On Abby's desk is carved your name and initials, she has gotten detention over it though I don't think the school is aware of how many desks have your name carved on them.

It took a while but Abby finally did ask you out, she approached you while you were taking a few things out of your locker. "So uhh, do you want to go out with me? On a date I mean..." She asked with her hand rubbing her neck, Abby was bracing herself for rejection.

You had to do a bit of a double take because the Abby Anderson is asking you out? You said yes obviously.

May or may not have stalked you before asking you out to find out everything you like to set up the perfect date.

Abby definitely has a polaroid of you both is her locker and gym locker. (There's one in her wallet too 🥺)

Your nicknames are: my cheerleader (because she knows damn well you've been to all her games and was there to cheer her on), baby, babe and pretty girl

You only found out that she's ghostface because she couldn't take it anymore and told you after seeing that you're scared of ghostface potentially threatening your life.

Poor baby was so worried you'd think insane if her after, let's just say she ended up loving you more for accepting the fact and understanding the reason behind the killings. (let's be real here any normal person would but not you)

When you first asked to play a part in the killings, Abby disagreed, no way in hell was she letting her girl be in danger both of the police and whatever else is out there.

She hates the idea of you going to jail more than she hates the idea of getting caught and facing the consequences.

But if you really want to then like Ellie she'd let you but with limitations. You're only ever allowed to watch when you are disguised and she'll let you stab a few every now and then.

Abby with a gun kink, Abby with a gun kink, Abby with a gun kink. Watch her get turn on when you flinch from the clicks whenever she pulls the trigger.

Despite Abby hating horror movies, she sure made a hell of a good killer.

#ellie williams x reader #abby anderson x reader #fluff #x reader #x you #ellie williams headcanons #abby anderson headcanons #tlou abby #tlou ellie #tlou #the last of us fanfiction #ellie williams x chubby reader #abby anderson x plus size reader #lesbian #wlw #ellie williams x plus size reader #ghostface #ghostface au #Aethelwyne Lia writes

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jinruihokankeikaku · 2 months

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2024.03.21: Ten Years (At Least!)

「夢はつまり　想い出のあとさき」 ―井上陽水、『少年時代』

Well, here we are. I started this blog (under the url "aelphvyne") on 21 March 2014, making today the blog's 10th anniversary. The blog has changed a great deal, I think, as have I, in many ways, over the past decade; but, in many ways, I really haven't.

(me c. May 2014 / me c. today)

This blog has changed my life in a lot of ways, which feels weird to say, but it's true. There are a number of people I'd never have met were it not for our Posting on here - I won't tag anyone to avoid being obnoxious, but! I'm really glad I met you! Sincerely! A number of ideas i never would have encountered (for better or for worse). A number of places - like actual literal places in the real world - I might not have gone. Books I might never have read, songs I might never have heard, films I might never have watched. The list goes on. But why did I come here in the first place?

I started this blog to be closer to people I liked and in some sense I guess that's still the blog's raison d'être. This site is, after all, where I've spent the most time talking to people for the better part of the past decade. It's also become the de-facto hub for various projects that have rotated in and out over the years - the Homestuck stuff in 2020, an (unfinished) novella in 2021-2022, and most recently, the Evangelion Annotation Project (which I promise is still ongoing & will update...soon-ish).

And since it's been going on for so long, I guess the other thing this blog has become is an archive. A record of various moments in my life. A lot of the stuff I've posted and reblogged over the years I wouldn't stand by or endorse today. A lot of it I would. (Some of it I don't remember having posted in the first place; but I am reminded, when I look through this archive every now and then, that these, too, are remnants of who I was at some point.)

I like to take photographs every now and then, of the sky outside my window, of rain on leaves & the moon & things like that. I guess I've been doing that since around the time I made my proper return to Tumblr in 2020. If there's one really important thing on this blog, one thing that I feel really good about, it's that; those pictures are the kind of record that I really wish I had kept in earlier years, and that I hope to be able to continue to keep going forward.

And I will keep going forward. I've thought about leaving this place on a few occasions; and, I suppose if the Internet continues on its rather sad present trajectory, I may have to soon enough. But until then, "the show must go on" - at this point, I have no plans to leave any time soon. In a way, it's a line of continuity between myself 10 years ago and now. When I look back ten years from now (God willing!) I'll remember that we both liked doing this - rambling self-indulgently on the Internet to an audience of mostly strangers but - importantly - some friends, too. Some good friends. After all, who else would we have said all that too? Would we have said it at all? I think, in any case, that having said it is preferable to the alternative. By a mile.

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cheerycherrycandy-resurrected · 1 month

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What You've Done, You Cannot Undo (Medieval AU)

Chapter 2

The story begins. Rain is troubled by memories from his past, but he's starting to find his feet with his new pack.

Rating: T Content: flashbacks, dew is mean (he's just troubled, your honour) Words: 2534

Link to full fic with associated tags: Tumblr | AO3

Read below, or on AO3!

Rain stared, stricken, at the beautiful water ghoulette in front of him. The coastal breeze rippled through her dark hair, wafting her salty, driftwood scent in his direction. The sneer on her face soured it, as did the acrid, burning smell emanating from the fire ghoul with his arms possessively wrapped around her.

“Wake up, Rain,” she scoffed, “why would I love a useless ghoul like you?”

Rain jolted awake, heart pounding. The air around him felt too warm, suffocating him, and the reason soon became apparent as a mocking chuckle echoed from the fire ghoul in the doorway.

“Wake up, Rain,” Dewdrop sneered, “some of us actually have work to do. We can’t all lie around in bed and get fawned over by Mountain and Swiss all day.” Turning on his heel, he flounced out of the room.

Rain flopped back against his pillows, all comfort lost to the artificially hot and humid air Dew had woken him with. He had been with the pack for almost a year now, and the small fire ghoul still hadn't fully accepted him.

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At first, Rain had tried so hard to fit in with the ghouls who had given him everything when he had nothing. When Aether had opened the door to him that rainy summer’s night, he had instantly recognised the appearance of a fellow glamoured ghoul. The purple eyes said quintessence, yet the dwelling smelled of earth, fire, and even faintly of water and air.

Wary of finding himself thrown into a hostile ghoul pack, Rain had tried to make himself as small and unthreatening as possible. He needn't have worried: Aether had welcomed him in with open arms and a gentle smile, and Mountain had offered him food as though they were pack already.

Dew was a different matter, however. Rain had smelled him before he saw him; the smoky scent of an unhappy fire ghoul had kept Rain on edge, but the undercurrent of burnt seaweed intrigued him. As Swiss settled him for the night in front of a warm fire in the kitchen, Rain had heard a whispered conversation just outside the room.

“What are we meant to do with a water ghoul? There's enough of us here to be suspicious already, Aeth!”

"What else was I meant to do? He's practically still a kit, poor thing.”

“Exactly! He's young, his magic will be unstable. If he blows our cover we could lose everything we've worked for here. We can't just start taking in strays because you feel sorry for them.”

“Dew!” the deeper voice, Rain realised it was Aether, hissed. “He's still a scared ghoul away from his pack. He's in danger every minute he's around humans.” His voice turned cold. “Besides, you are in no position to call him a stray, remember how we found you?”

A set of light footsteps had retreated sullenly up the stairs, before Aether reappeared in the kitchen to wish Rain a good night. Rain had slept better that night than he had in months.

The next morning, Rain had been woken by Mountain making breakfast. He had been quickly accepted by him, Swiss and Aether, although Dewdrop had remained aloof. After several weeks of his new life, Rain had settled into his room at the far end of the farmhouse, learned how to help Mountain farm the land, and otherwise support his new pack. He had grown in confidence too, no longer scared of the villagers who had found him, or of wandering the countryside alone.

One sunny afternoon, Rain had decided to go fishing in the small creek that ran alongside the village, part of the same stream he had first been found drinking from. Catching fish was one of the few skills he possessed prior to his new life, and probably what had saved his life when he was on his own.

Rain had quickly noticed that Dewdrop always smelled faintly of seaweed and the ocean, so he assumed the fire ghoul must have some connection to water that he wasn't aware of. He knew nothing of Dew's history, he hadn't spoken about anything prior to living with Mountain and Aether in the weeks since Rain had arrived. In water ghoul culture, presenting a more senior ghoul with freshly caught fish was a symbol of goodwill and submission; Rain hoped Dewdrop would appreciate the gesture and begin to accept him.

The path to the stream was familiar to Rain already, the earth well-trodden as he picked his way down to the rocky patch he liked to position himself on, with a clear view into the water. Rain sat very still, poised on his haunches waiting for a fish to swim past. The water here was crystal clear, and combined with Rain's ghoulish eyesight he spotted his first catch in no time. With deadly precision, he lunged forward with both hands and snatched the fish clean out of the water. He chittered happily to himself, and quickly dispatched the fish with the swipe of a sharp claw, before setting it aside and resuming his position looming over the water. In a short while, Rain had accumulated a decent sized pile of fish beside him, a generous offering by any water ghoul's standard.

Proudly, he gathered up his catch and returned to the farmhouse. Entering the open kitchen door, he found Mountain and Dew sat at the table over cups of tea. Dew's nose twitched as he entered, although his eyes remained glued on his mug. With a chirp and a toothy grin, Rain held out his peace offering,

“I brought you some fish.” he smiled with a tilt of his head.

Dew looked up at him from under a single raised eyebrow.

“Why the fuck would I want a load of smelly fish? I'm not a water ghoul.”

Rain's face fell, hurt by Dew's derision of his gift. Luckily, Mountain quickly swooped in and took the fish from Rain, steering him gently in the direction of the counter and away from Dewdrop.

“Freshwater trout! That's wonderful Rain, trout is Swiss's favourite!”

Rain forced a weak smile, disappointed that once again, Dewdrop had failed to accept him.

Sure enough, when Swiss returned home he had been delighted. His rumbling purrs as he sat down between Rain and Mountain's vacant seat had made Rain feel slightly better despite his mission's failure. Dew glowered across the table at them as Mountain placed the pan of grilled fish in the centre.

“This is dinner Firefly, eat it or don't.” Aether had said sternly.

Dew had eaten it, licking clean every last morsel from the bones.

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The smell of warm bread tickled Rain's nostrils, encouraging him out of bed. He wasn't lazy, but Dew had managed to strike a nerve, as always. He knew he didn't pull his weight as much as Aether or Mountain. They'd been here so long, and the village trusted them so much, it was impossible to compete. Rain's connection to his magic was still shaky: he could usually pull water to or from a field, but couldn't summon or banish it reliably. Still, he would often follow Mountain and assist him when farmers called for his help – even if his magic wasn't needed, a strong pair of arms was always welcome.

Curling his toes into the sheepskin rug beneath his bed, Rain stretched the sleep from his long body, groaning as his spine popped. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the frill of his gills, they stood out against his blue-tinted skin in the mirror where his shirt rode up with the stretch. He would have to work on keeping his glamour up in his sleep at some point, it wouldn't do to have it fade away when around humans if his concentration lapsed.

Once he was dressed, Rain made his way to the kitchen. Swiss’s fresh bread, the source of the wonderful smell throughout the house, was cooling on the counter, flour still dusting the ghoul’s clothes and hair. Mountain was stood at the stove minding a pan of eggs, and chittered a good morning at Rain. As Rain fell into his usual seat at the table, Swiss placed a cup of tea in front of him, nuzzling his head between his horns with a purr in greeting.

“Mornin’.” yawned Rain. “Where’s Aether? It’s not like him to miss Mount’s breakfast.”

“Out on a job”, replied Swiss, sitting down beside him with his own steaming mug, “Old Mrs Nesbit’s hip is acting up again, her son asked me last night if Aeth could drop round first thing.”

That was something to be said for Swiss haunting the tavern most nights: as well as getting work of his own from villagers there, he acted as a calling card for all of the ghouls.

“Got an elemental job for you too, if you’re interested?”

Rain looked at him is mild disbelief.

“Me?” Rain was rarely asked for, he usually just followed his packmates when they were summoned, and collected workhand day-wages.

“Yup!” Swiss popped the p, sounding very pleased with himself. “Farmer Wilkins asked for one of my stories last night, and I happened to drop in the dry spell I saw coming next week.”

Swiss had near-perfect predictive powers over the weather, it was one of the things that the townsfolk asked his advice on the most. There hadn’t been a single wedding party rained on since his arrival. He had told the pack about the next few dry weeks a while ago, and in recent days Rain had been working with him to ensure their own fields had sufficient moisture to survive until the next rainfall. Rain only wished he had enough control over his element to create the rain himself. He was still young, his power was still developing, but it felt like he was failing as a water ghoul each time he had to resort to pulling water from the streams around the village instead of from the ground and air itself.

“I mentioned that you’d been “blessing” our fields this week, he’s asked if you could do the same for him. Just wave your hands around a bit and get the ground wet enough for his crops to last until harvest ‘kay? Talk the same spiritual mumbo-jumbo you’ve seen me and Mount spout, the humans love that shit.”

Rain nodded hesitantly. This would be his first real task without Mountain or Swiss to help; if this went well, that would finally show Dew that he was capable of pulling his weight around here. He sipped his tea, letting the warmth rejuvenate his confidence and melt away the lingering ice in his veins from the dream.

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Even though it had been well over a year since he left that world behind, that specific dream kept haunting him. Having to relive the moment his whole life fell down around his ears, when his childhood sweetheart humiliated him and left him for a fire ghoul, every time he closed his eyes.

She had been his only real friend growing up. Rain’s shyer personality was at odds with the very sociable culture of water ghouls; the only one in his sibling pod who hadn’t thrived from the moment they grew their baby fins. She was pretty and popular, but she made Rain feel special. She’d always said that she liked his quiet demeanour, that it would be them together against the rest of the world. They had been young, but not uncommonly so to settle down, and in love. Their whispered discussions of a future together were held deep into the night where curious ears could not hear.

All that came crashing down the day she had swanned into the village with the loudest and brashest fire ghoul he had ever had the displeasure of meeting. She had been away on a trip with her family, the pair declaring how they hated being separated from each other, even for a short time. The night she returned was the night Rain planned to officially ask her to be his mate. He had been hunting for her favourite fish, for some of the rarest delicacies the sea could provide them. He had collected and braided her a blanket of the softest kelp, a classic mating gift, and set everything up on “their” rock overlooking the ocean. They had arranged to meet there on her return, sealing the plan with a farewell kiss.

Her return with the fire ghoul had ruined everything: she had brought him to their spot, and finding Rain there they had laughed at his offerings, ridiculing him as pathetic in front of the small crowd that had followed them in interest. Rain’s world had shattered around him, his safe space invade by stares and jeers, his life reduced to the village joke.

When Rain could take it no longer, he had left. His journey inland was lonely and fraught with danger, and left him exhausted. Surviving on raw fish and water wasn’t sufficient, her face haunted him during the little sleep he got, and as he became more malnourished and isolated he felt his mind beginning to fray at the seams. Being discovered and taken in by his new pack had undoubtedly saved his life. His place in his own clan had vanished, and the only hurdle left now in his new one seemed to be Dewdrop. He had to make this work.

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Mountain placed the pan of eggs on the table in front of Rain, snapping him out of his daze.

“You alright Tadpole? You zoned out for a while there.” He looked at Rain in concern.

“Yeah… Didn’t sleep too well, that’s all.” Rain offered a weak smile, and hoped it was convincing. He felt Swiss’s eyes boring into the side of his head, but ignored him in favour of sipping on his tea.

Dew reappeared just as Mountain was serving some eggs onto the plate left in his spot, thankfully attracting attention away from Rain. He quietly nibbled on his portion, observing their conversation but not hearing it.

“Rain.”

“Rainy!” A small nudge in the ribs from Swiss followed as he repeated himself. “Did you hear me? Are you really sure you’re good to go alone, it could wait until another day if you’re tired?”

“Aww,” sneered Dew, “does Rainy need his hand holding?”

“Dewdrop!” Mountain snapped. “That’s uncalled for.”

“Well I’m sorry I can’t be perfect like Rain!” Dew spat back, his chair screeching out from the table, as he stormed back out the door. As he left, plate still in hand, the burners on the stove flared angrily.

Seeing the apologetic gazes directed his way, Rain also stood up, took a deep breath, and set his shoulders back. He knew deep down that Dew was wrong about him, he wasn’t a baby who needed coddling, but damn was he good at making him feel that way. Today was the perfect chance to prove himself, to show that he wasn’t dead weight.

“Rain–” Mountain started, but Rain cut him off.

“I’ll be back for lunch.” he stated simply, forcing a smile as he headed for the door.

#medieval au #historical au #fake relationship #enemies to lovers #only one bed #foot of the gallows marriage #what you've done you cannot undo #cw angst #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost #ghost bc #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #ghost fanfiction #raindrop month #em writes

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witheredsnow · 8 days

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How do stories come to be? Not too sure. I simply browsed some tags in Tumblr at one point then my mind started narrating in a melancholic tone a story in my head while taking pieces of memories of mine.

Anyway, TW! for imagery of some trauma that is not specified that much below. Feel free to think of filling in details to your liking.

-as always, Rei

Untitled, an aro/ace/aroace (depends on how you interpret) short story

On an ordinary day, nothing is out of place. Although, perhaps not yet.

I minded my own as I sat still as the world around me went by.

Right, your company besides me. A present presence. Did I bore you with my silence? Although I do not know what else to discuss... Not when I know where you wish to lead it to.

Hm. You look at me like so. A gaze I've grown accustomed to. Yet, I can not return the favor. I would not anymore, although that would be a question on whether I was able to in the first place. To add, I don't even think it's a favor I'm willing to accept anymore.

However, yes, I'm still here. Am I misleading? I don't know. Perhaps.

In truth, I wanted to know of something but now my question is answered as I've achieved it.

I stood up.

...

......

..........

Gentle physical touches whether by accident or a purposeful comfort, lingering gazes that speak more than just simple interest, smiles and laughter that carry warmth that spreads, and words whether spoken with explicit intention to say or implicitly hint at the other.

All accompanied by that feeling, that sensation, that... Whatever it would be called.

I wondered if they were real.

I envied the feelings described.

I wanted to have that feeling myself.

But perhaps not. I don't.

Not when I fear?

.....

It still hurts to remember, but perhaps time has numbed me enough to not cry and to fear... Less.

....

A plate broke. Again. Shattered pieces scattered on the outdated floors of the room.

The floors were already ugly, but the question of aesthetics is not what's wrong here.

It felt like my heart rate dropped in sync with another plate crashing down, then cabinets, chairs, the whole room and... Whatever else that is in the way of this maelstrom.

Oh how a young mind could comprehend what happened. I first thought before that was what life was, that was already what it would be forever after.

Strong, vice-like grips, rough handling inadvertently causing harm, furious glares and resentment filled stares, harsh tone of voice that causes one to tremble with a chilling anxiety.

For how long had that lasted, that scene which followed the general outline with variations.

.....

Truthfully, I did not once question how it had affected me. I thought I was supposed to be whatever it was I was and am. Although...

....

The present. Right.

I heard you. Yes. Sort of, but I won't say.

You asked me a question, hurt and disbelief in your tone.

My answer was that now I know. It wasn't a pretty answer. Perhaps I deserved that projectile hurled at me. The only thing I regret is not knowing sooner. Believe it or not, I care. Despite the way I am, I do. Or rather, the way I am doesn't affect how I care about you.

... But I know it's not enough. Or perhaps not what you wanted.

....

Perhaps it is ill timing, but I am reminded of that time by my own mind.

Again and again.

When I've confessed to have that phantom haunting me, peers of mine would be so kind. My ideas on what ails me, and what it would mean for me, my peers have guided me.

You were one of them. And... Well, I still am grateful to you. What kept haunting me now has made me fear less. I thought I could function the way a "normal" person would because of you—however, I suppose I am not. Normal, that is.

Not to you, perhaps. Or even others.

....

.......

Kindly. Please. Do not reason with me how I'm still in a choke hold by my own phantoms. Especially for the reason of chaining me to your ideas.

I know what I am now.

Not the haunted caused by them. But simply my own existence that has its own seperate identity.

I breathed out, exhaling slowly.

I hope you understand. Try to understand the me now, the being that I am.

I am placing myself in this world as I am and the details simply solidified who that is.

I'm sure you'd rather think of me as the villain now, so I do not speak after. In my limited ideas of fiction type villainy, I walk away silently while leaving you in your own turmoil.

....

#aromantic #aroace #aro #asexual #aspec #creative writing #rei's random stuff #I thought I wouldn't be writing more of these but welp I did

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bearhugsandshrugs · 7 months

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BG3 Kinktober Recap

Phew. Kinktober 2023 for Baldur's Gate 3 is nearly over and I wanted to share some stats!

75 prompts were submitted

31 participants joined

61 works were created

over 221,000 words were written

This was the first time I ever ran any kind of challenge and I'm absolutely blown away by what we created here. Thank you so much to everyone who participated, whether by prompts or fills (or both), I appreciate you all so much.

Anyone seeing this for the first time: Please go check out the amazing works that were created this month!!!

Note: the public stats on the Collection are different from what I can see on the backend (at least for the number of people who signed up, but here I'm not sure if this is prompt givers vs. writers).

I'm adding some reflections on the Challenge under the cut and am inviting anyone who participated to share theirs as well! Please tag/reblog if you do, would love to see your thoughts.

First, the set up: Setting up this promptmeme challenge and collection on AO3 wasn't great. I don't think it was very intuitive, so it took me a good 2 hours to figure it out, with some tweaking here and there afterwards. But don't be discouraged! Once you know what to do it's alright. Feel free to message me with questions if anyone wants to run a similar challenge on AO3.

Some notes: I could have included an email but that would have been public and I wasn't really sure if I wanted that. I could have added mods to this challenge and probably should have, because my idea to check every submittal crumbled on Day 2 lol.

Overall people kept submitting prompts after prompts, especially after brainstorming sessions on discord servers, which I guess is the nature of this. I initally added several free forms and prompts to kick it off, but quickly there were more prompts than people available to claim, which is the nature of such challenges I guess. Many things were also submitted several times because people wouldn't check past prompts. I could have moderated this better but didn't have enough time, tbh.

Most fills were created in the first half of the month. There are still 28 unfilled claims that I don't expect to get filled, which is okay (I also had to drop a few claims because I overestimated my ability to fill them). Generally, for AO3, this is not ideal: since it's AO3 personally I felt more obligated to write fics, rather than drabbles, and of course that takes so much more time than drabbling short ficlets. Wish I would have specified this differently in the beginning.

Some personal thoughts from my poor writer brain:

I am such an insecure weak ass person, lol. I felt obligated to a fault to fill everything I claimed, dropped several prompts far too late, and completely soured my joy in writing smut in the process. I think I wrote too many fills in too short a time frame. I didn't enjoy the challenge as much as I could have as a result. This isn't on anyone in particular other than me, but I thought I would share in case anyone else struggled. Instead of claiming things I knew I could write well I constantly took prompts that were challenging (too challenging at times), including characters I rarely write or scenarios I wasn't particularly able to craft well (I know people enjoyed my fics but I guess I could have done better work with less pressure). I'm not sure why I did this. I think the prompts were just so great that the idea of filling sounded easier to me than actually doing the work LOL. I don't regret it, to be clear. I simply could have been better at going at this.

Promoting this was also something I should have done more, but my blog isn't really big (and that's fine) and to this day I keep forgetting adding my tumblr/discord underneath the AO3 fics I publish.

I really should not have worked on two series while doing Kinktober. It was distracting, in all directions. I still hope I did the fills, Keeping Score and Til Death justice. I love all my fic children equally.

So, what's next?

I know there's a huge demand for promptmeme challenges and people really want to send in prompts and places to fill. At the same time consistently checking prompts (and fills) to see if something is included that doesn't align with my values feels very intimidating, at least for me alone (I've been in fandoms for almost two decades, I know that at some point, something horrible will pop up in prompts or fills. I've seen it before, and it would anger me to no end if I would miss, say, a transphobic prompt or fill in my collection).

If anyone has ideas/suggestions/thoughts on that, please let me know.

As always, my DMs and Asks are open to chat!

Thank you again to everyone who participated. You're rockstars.

– Em

#bg3 kinktober 2023 #bg3 smut #my writing #kinktober 2023

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laylabahiti · 2 months

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HSHQTASK059: FAREWELL SEE YOU LATER!

when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?

i joined september 2016 when this was vikrp! i was a junior in college and had been writing indie rp for a minute before that kinda died down, so i took a peek at the tags. vikrp/haisociety/highsociety had the pairs aspect to it back then, so i fulfilled someone's jade thirlwall wc but they went inactive like right after i was accepted asjdfka. i believe the revamp to haisociety happened in december/january, truly a time to be alive. i started as a junior back then and i'm ending as a junior in my second bachelor's degree💀, a homeowner, and within the next couple years, i'll be married and have a kid*. *tbd when we're both done with school and onto other careers

which characters have you written over the years ?

layla, cameron (early days), tobias (early days), katalina, gabriel, mikolas, alaina, dmitri, juliana, ettore, emerson, tamiko, kaira

what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?

too many to choose from! tbh the aslan/layla/olivier triangle was fun just because of the silly ic drama it caused. i'm pretty sure it was during haisociety when i messaged e about layla/olivier, because layla has the "he helped me, i love him" mentality and we just went with it askdfa, not really planning anything or knowing what would come of it. also love the egypt plotline and anytime those siblings interacted. and the early days of barbie and layla's friendship, how barbie pretty much took layla under her wing and got her out of her shell.

what about other people's plotlines ?

definitely the chaos of england and the murder mystery event. if i remember any more i'll edit this jaksdf

who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?

no surprise here but layla. in the early days, layla was meek to the point she hardly spoke, took everything literally, and asked too many questions. she developed her voice and learned to be a little selfish in the later years, but she's still a crier.

if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?

the greek invasion. it might have been one of the most well-constructed events i have been a part of. i remember traveling during it and writing replies on my phone just so i didn't miss out. every character was affected one way or another, and that event was a turning point in layla's personality.

is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?

i wouldn't necessarily say edit, but it'd be interesting to see how things would've panned out if layla kissed olivier back and still felt guilty enough to tell aslan.

what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?

egypt<3 getting to see amon's coronation and both of them trying to rectify the family's image. life got way too chaotic over the past year, but i love mine and lina's headcanons

what is your favourite ooc memory ?

late 2018, someone kept sending rude/hateful anons to muns and the main, and everyone banded together to keep hshq alive and well. i submitted a whole essay to the main with my comments not thinking the admins would actually post it and they DID, 2018 was an interesting time here. also in the early days when we started listing how all characters were connected and making full circles of connections, simpler times.

where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?

you can always reach me on discord! i'm in the hshq server so feel free to add me or message anytime. i have a few socials if you want those as well - if this is farewell, you've earned my real name ajkdlfj. tbh this is probably my tumblr exit, i don't have much time or mental capacity to write full threads and join something new, but this blog will remain.

what else would you like to say ?

hshq is truly the only reason i've stuck around tumblr this long. almost 8 years of my life has been spent communicating with you all! in some of my worst moments, i was able to turn to hshq and escape reality for a bit. i feel like i'm missing a lot but trying to dig up memories from 8 years ago is difficult lol.

#hshqtask059 #my brain is not computing. i did my best <3

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penhoonie · 10 months

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tell me what’s your wish !!

IN WHICH;; sunghoon doesn’t know what to get y/n for her bday (inspired by tomorrow x together’s wishlist)

“ It's all going wrong // I might as well confess // I like you ,,

PAIRING: p.sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE: high school romance | fluff | bff to lovers

WORD COUNT: 0.9k words

WARNINGS: nothing but a little bit of cursing I think(? (lmk if there’s anything else pls)

A/N: I’ve been holding onto this since I opened my tumblr out of panic if it’s good enough or not :(( I hope to publish more often from now onwards ^^

Just like any other day, the guys were laying around in Jake’s living room, waiting for their turn to come while Niki’s and Heeseung’s game was taking more than expected.

— Are you planning to finish today? Because I might just leave, I have a present to buy— Sunghoon exclaimed after some other complaints from the boys.

— You haven’t bought y/n’s gift yet?— Sunoo gasped dramatically.

— Dude, you’re in problems— Jay added— Remember what she got you last year? She outdid all of us.

— Not me. I knew Noona’s present would be better, so I tagged along— Niki replied, his eyes still fixed on the tv screen.

— Yah, that’s not fair— it was Jungwon who talked this time —Noona always has the best ideas.

— Shut up, you all are making me feel guilty— Sunghoon interrupted.

— As you should— Sunoo answered, sassily— How come you haven’t got her anything? Her birthday it’s like what? Next week?

— In five days— he responded, almost in a whisper, while brushing his hair with his hand— The thing is, I’ve been meaning to trick her into telling me something she wants; but somehow I always get distracted— he confessed, frustrated.

— What if you just tell her that you have the biggest crush on her already— said Jake, while eating some jelly.

Sunghoon felt his face becoming hotter— W-what?— he stuttered.

— Hyung, we are not stupid, you obviously like noona— Jungwon spoke.

— And she likes you back— Heeseung added, finally winning the game. Sunghoon just blushed even more.

— Actually, it would be a gift to all of us having you two date— Jay commented.

— Yeah, it’s getting weirder being around when you get all lovey dovey— Niki agreed. In that moment, the boy buried his face in a pillowcase while the rest of the friend group kept making fun of him.

🎧☁️🫖🩹

Sunghoon took a big breath before the class door. It was finally the day.

Although at first his friends’ words had sounded crazy to him, after putting some thought in the issue, he had realized they were right. Well, at least in some parts, since he was almost sure that the sentiments he felt towards his best friend were not reciprocate. But he was done holding himself back, he had taken the decision of confessing and nothing was stopping him.

Despite his determination, he started shaking the moment he saw the first person exiting the classroom. Regardless, he waited patiently, well aware that y/n usually took a long time during tests. He even saw Sunoo, who gave him a thumbs up before leaving.

— Sunghoon-ah! How can I have a worse luck, I just did horrible in that exam. And on my birthday!— he was spacing out, but the tension returned as soon as the well-known voice reached his ears.

— Hey. Are you okay?— the girl, now standing in front of him asked, preoccupied.

He quickly put on a smile —Yeah, sure. How could I be not okay if I’m here to pick you up for your birthday?

— I’ve just spoke to you informally and you are not angry at all?— she questioned back, rhetorically.

— That’s not- Wait. You did what?— his expression dropped, suddenly annoyed.

In a matter of seconds, they were running around the school; laughing while Sunghoon tried to catch the girl. They were already getting tired once they arrived to the backyard, when she tripped in the grass. He stepped out the pace, frightened.

— y/n! Are you okay?— he asked, bending over her. And before he could’ve realized, the younger had already dragged him towards the floor with her, laughing.

— You are a little disrespectful son of a-— he started rambling, sitting down beside her.

— Hoon— he was interrupted— Thanks. I thought that test would ruin my mood for the rest of the day, but you already made it so much better— she continued, encircling him with her arms— Seriously, thank you.

The boy became flustered under the physical contact. He moved backwards, slowly creating a distance between them; yet holding the younger one by the hands.

— y/n, there is something you need to know— he started, arousing her curiosity— And I don’t think I will be able to ever tell you if I don’t say it right now.

— Are you sure everything it’s okay? You’re scaring me— she responded, putting a hand on his shoulder.

— Yes! Yes. Just… I’ve been holding this for such a long time— he took what felt like the hundredth big breath of the day, rising his head to stare directly at his companion’s eyes— Shit, this is much more difficult than what Jake told me— the guy moaned while lying down on the ground and covering his face with his hands.

— I’m losing my patience, just tell me at once!— she exclaimed, hitting him on the side.

— Yah, that’s not how you treat someone who is confessing to you— he shouted back, instantly regretting it.

The silence grew between them. Sunghoon immediately stood up awkwardly, afraid of facing the younger who remained sat on the ground.

— That’s it?— she suddenly asked— That was the thing you were dying to tell?

— It may not be that important to you, but you could just say “I don’t like you back” instead of acting as if it was irrelevant— he sounded upset.

— Hoon, either you’re blind or just stupid— she laughed, walking towards him.

— Now I’m being insulted too?— he reclaimed, falsely resentful, his mood getting lighter with her giggling.

— Sunghoon! Can’t you tell already?— she smiled, standing right in front of him.

— I like you back, dumbass— that’s the last thing she said before dragging him on what became their first kiss.

@ penhoonie masterlist

#sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #enhypen #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #fluff #high school #kpop #fanfic #tomorrow x together #txt

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lovesick-boyz · 9 months

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hi.

well… after being stalked and harassed for the past couple of months, i am finally back!! stay tuned lol i got some fics lined up for y’all 😁

anyway if you read that first line and thought to yourself “WTF?!?”, here is the full story for my curious readers (just a warning, it’s long and i rant a lot):

a couple of months ago, i started getting tagged by random accs on tiktok and insta that posted vids accusing me of the most random and heinous shit. honestly, it just baffled me the first time i saw them bc they made absolutely no sense whatsoever.

when the first ones popped up, i just blocked them thinking it was a random troll and went on with my life.

but then i kept getting spammed by other accs with new posts where they not only involved me but also my friends, and accused us as a friend group of being horrible ppl.

i had enough (i can’t even remember how many accs i blocked) and deleted ALL my social media apps for a while (i.e. more than a couple of months, oops) and basically isolated myself from ppl so that i could focus on other things to distract me (i ended up making daily exercise a habit so ig that’s one good thing that’s come out of this lol, i also rewatched all the marvel movies in timeline order hehe). i wish i continued writing so i could’ve at least had more content to share by now, but i was feeling so negative and pissed that i couldn’t even bring myself to write anything (i even uninstalled notion from my phone and that’s where i keep all my drafts and fic ideas)

i only found out the full situation less than a week ago when i reinstalled tiktok bc i missed it, only to find more burner accs harassing me. i finally had enough so i reinstalled insta to rant about it on my spam acc for my friends to see and to my surprise a couple of them knew who it was and explained the whole situation to me.

it was my first time interacting with ppl outside of my family in months lol, when i tell y’all i isolated myself i really did mean it 🙃 my irl friends didn’t even know anything out of the ordinary was happening bc i’m notorious in my friend group for going off the grid for months at a time bc of how bad my mental health gets sometimes, they know to just let me be and let me deal with it alone bc they understand that’s how i work best. (they won’t see this bc they don’t know this tumblr exists but i wanna apologise to my dear friends for my disappearing acts, my bad, i love y’all for being so understanding and still being my friend after all this time 🫶🏼)

anyway, it turns out the culprit was this guy that my friend had rejected previously and he’s so bitter and hateful that he decided to harass me bc he knew i was one of her bffs (the ppl he targeted were the ones in her closest friend group which included me)

but here’s the kicker: I’VE ONLY TALKED TO THIS GUY TWICE!! AND EACH TIME WE TALKED FOR LESS THAN 5 MINS ABOUT IRRELEVANT SHIT!!! WHY AM I INVOLVED?? YOU DON’T KNOW ME!!!!

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when my friend found out she was so surprised and appalled that he was harassing me too, bc him, my friend, and the other ppl he targeted all go to the same college together (and i’m the only one in the friend group that goes to a different college, so to reiterate once again: this guy barely knows me! the last time we spoke was at my friends bday party 3 years ago!! he’s literally insane!)

she knew he was harassing my other friends since they’re all in the same school and know him in person, she didn’t think i would be involved too and i couldn’t believe i was.

anyway, i just wanted to rant about this whole thing bc i’m having a hard time processing it tbh. i hope that guy rots in hell and also finds a job there bc he was acting hella unemployed like who has time for this? he made me feel so confused and paranoid for weeks and i hope he gets all the karma he deserves in the universe.

y’all wanna know something funny tho? i started writing a changmin stalker fic in june, way before this whole situation happened. life imitates art ig 🤪 anyway i finally finished it and i’m gonna release that fic next after i fine tune it, at least now it’ll be somewhat realistic lmaoooo

#cupid speaks #literally the most ridiculous thing that’s ever happened to me #i went from having the most fun time in 🇵🇭 only to come back to this #i should’ve stayed at my grandma’s house that had no wifi for the rest of the summer instead 😒#anyways i’m going to sleep i’ll check back in the morning

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herefortarlos · 9 months

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Hello!

I love seeing your excitement around the fandom and a special thanks for all the support you give me in the tags! I was what made you start watching lone star? What made you keep watching lone star? What’s your favorite part of fandom?

Awwww, hello, Jen!! Haha, I am very happy to know that you enjoy my fangirling and hopefully don't find it annoying 😆.

So what clued me into 911 Lone Star, was seeing random clips from the show when I would be bored and scroll through FB and Instragram's videos section. The scenes that I remember the best are of course the racist neighbor and "Sure ma'am but I am a homosexual." And Paul's, "but I am trans, though." And then the corn silo scene and Marjan popping up and having lost her hijab, and everyone gathering around to protect her modesty. I loved knowing there was a show out there that had, from the brief bits I saw, canon gay, trans and Muslim characters!! Then I bought Hulu in late 2022, specifically to watch the movie Julie and Julia, then I watched all of Modern Family. And then I was like, well, I still have this service for the end of the month, and I saw Lone Star was on it and I have not looked back 😂 I wish Hulu kept track of it, because I don't know how I consumed 3 seasons of Lone Star so quickly while also working.

Tarlos and TK, then later Carlos, when we finally got more of him in season 2, were big reasons I kept watching. I also genuinely like all of the characters! I did not think I would love Judd as much as I did, big, stereotypical Texas man, but is not like you thought at all! Owen and TK's relationship is one of my favorite things too, such a loving father-son relationship, without the toxic masculinity is so refreshing! Getting Tommy in season 2 was such a big improvement too!!

I could go on and on about the characters, but another huge reason I fell in love with the show was because it actually had a trans black man, played by a trans male actor, a gay Latino man, played by a gay actor, and of course the fandom didn't find out about Ronen until 2021, but I learned watching in 2022, was a gay man, played by a bisexual actor!! Representation matters and as a queer person, I was so happy to see a show actually put in the effort to try and cast accordingly!! Even now, when I try to get friends to watch the show, I always start by gushing about tarlos, of course, and then secondly talk about the casting!

Finally, my FAVORITE part of the fandom has to be all of our amazingly talented writers and the stories they provide to keep Tarlos alive, interesting and relevant, especially during longer than expected hiatuses. I have been reading fanfic for various fandoms since 2012? And I appreciate all the work and effort writers put in to provide us fans with more content, without expecting anything in return, so the least I can do is comment on fics and reblog works here with my unhinged tags 😂

Also, I really appreciate how active the fandom is on Tumblr and I loveee saving and liking posts, specifically based on different people's tags 😆 As my name suggests, I made a new Tumblr for Tarlos in January 2023 I believe, so very recent. The last time I was on Tumblr was 2019, after it quickly declined in popularity, and all the previous artists and writers I followed left for Twitter. The fact that I fell in love with a show and couple enough to seek out a community for it definitely says a lot about it! When I fall in love with characters or a couple, I will hyper fixate on them for a minimum of 2 years, and hopefully this obsession lasts longer because of this active fandom and the fact that Lone Star is still ongoing and providing new material, as soon as these dumb companies decide to actually pay their workers a decent living wage anyway.

Phew, time to go find some lunch 😂 Thank you for the ask, Jen, and if you ever need a beta I'm your girl ❤️ But regardless, you can definitely expect me to reblog and express my love for the next fic you tease! I am not going to survive when Meet you After Dark drops!

#nice asks #nice ask day #this one was a bear to write #can you tell I love and adore Lone Star 🙃 a healthy and reasonable amount I assure you

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dorkydreamer · 1 month

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Yesterday, on my main blog, an anon called me out for sending myself asks and for not having anyone interested enough to ask me questions. I'm embarrassed, but not ashamed of doing it. I thought it was actually refreshing that I could send myself asks so I tried it out. It helped me just ramble about some silly things that were bothering me and I was excited about. I could have just posted as a text post because it wouldn't have been any different, but I didn't. And that's where anon was right about calling me out.

Anon is under the impression that people don't actually care about me to send me asks? Why would they when they dm me instead. I've made and have a handful of wonderful and amazing Tumblr friends (and on other social media platforms) that I appreciate with my whole heart and whom I talk to on a daily/weekly basis who always tell me that it's okay to vent to them if I need to. I just - it's difficult for me to vent to someone about something as silly as being triggered by my family members. I chose instead to send myself asks and just talk to myself. It felt good.

I'm not ashamed of what I did to keep myself sane.

That being said, I should have just vented everything here or on my main. It wouldn't have really mattered where. That's why I'm embarrassed about it but then I'm like, whatever. It was pathetic, and I'll let anon believe them thinking that no one cares enough about me 😊😊

I'm super grateful for everyone who is currently in my dms being my friend, those who have reached out to offer an ear (it's weird for me to just message you my worries. I want to be a positivity moot and talk about randomness instead. ), and those in the future who will become my friend. I'm sorry I find it difficult to reach out. I usually always wait for a dm.

Despite being outed for sending myself asks, I actually am so grateful that happened because

1. I'll grow from this. Just text post it next time, or come to this blog and do what I'm doing. Talk to myself. I can do the same thing on my main, but it will still be okay whichever way I decided to go.

And 2. I got to express why I tag said posts "the most beautiful girl out there" and "gorgeous hot mess". Because she's my friend or was a friend.. I don't know anymore. who allowed me into her life and I got to experience so much more than her blog. Yes, she's stubborn, difficult, frustrating, stoic, as heck. Sometimes I don't even know if she has a soft spot, but then I understand that maybe I am not and was not privileged to experience that side of her. And that's okay. Sometimes.. I wished she'd tell me that she appreciated my friendship every now and then. It would have helped me feel wanted in their life and kept me going. But I realized or questioned myself.. did I make my friendship with them more than what it actually was? Was this more of an unrequited friendship? Obviously, it's my fault if so. But I actually thought I mattered or was one of their closest friends. It's okay if not. That's on me. That's why I appreciate when people remind me that they care about me and appreciate me. It reassures me I'm a good thing in their life. I don't feel like she ever did that and that's what hurts me the most the more I have to think about it.

I hurt her by not giving her a heads up when I decided to delete my Snapchat to take a break late Feb — I just needed out I was dealing with an ex that took advantage of my forgiveness and it left me feeling unwanted and unimportant.

I didn't know that it would bother her as much as it did and I apologized already for it. I reassured her at first that I just needed time for myself and that she didn't do anything wrong, which she didn't, but then I felt bad because as a couple of weeks had passed and I had this horrible feeling in my stomach that I abandoned, betrayed, and hurt her. Now that's something I was ashamed of. Feeling like I neglected my best friend. All because I couldn't block someone I forgave. Childish, irresponsible, inconsiderate, and disrespectful. I love her. Always will. But I destroyed that and her trust in me and I will always be remorseful. I felt rude to reach out to her so I always waited for her to message me so I could ecstatically talk to her. Sigh. None of that matters anymore. I'll keep tagging her as such until she tells me to not do it. I remember her telling me that it was okay to do so or that she would tell me if something bothers her so I'll leave that as such.

The point is, if you truly got to know the other side of her, well the one I got to experience because I'm not saying that's all of her, but yes, the side I also got to experience, you would see that she's truly a wonderful human being. And I will always be grateful for having met her and be able to consider her my friend and best friend. I will always root for her happiness.

But distance and silence bonds nothing and it hurts that she seems to be okay with us not talking to each other anymore, but I can only accept the consequences of my actions. I'm still and will always remain soft and thankful for them. 😊😊😊

Edit: THEY DON'T AND WILL NEVER OWE ME ANYTHING. this is just me lamenting a sense of negligence I felt towards dealing with my ex and others. It's okay, that's on me for misunderstanding our friendship and not really communicating with them my situation and how I was feeling at the time. They are a super duper amazing person who deserves the best.

SIGH.

this was good. 😊😊

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Fine Line of Love and Duty

summary: two people of different status, equally yearning for the other, struggle to understand and bypass the complexity of their feelings for each other.

pairing: dream and george [1.5k]

tags: royalty au, angst, they’re hopelessly in love?, boys kissing gasp

a/n: erm first time posting on tumblr, gonna be completely honest, I wrote this in 2021, edited it today and now I’m deciding to post it. Not super immersed in the fandom anymore but I hope you guys like it!

George’s head slammed against the desk as he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned loudly. He had been up for over 24 hours now and the exhaustion was starting to catch up to him. Turns out, sorting through peace treaties with neighboring kingdoms had its faults. For instance, how much fucking time it takes to get them done and approved. George faintly registered a door being opened on the opposite side of his room. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

Dream.

George’s personal guard moved across the room towards him, but the king just kept his head down. Half the reason was because he was just too exhausted to lift it and the other half because he had to mentally prepare himself to look at the knight now standing in front of his desk.

“My King,” Dream spoke softly, affection almost traceable in his tone, but he was more careful than that. He didn’t let it show, per the king’s orders. “You should get some sleep.”

“Can’t…” George sat up and yawned as he stretched across the back of his chair. “Gotta…” he made a vague motion towards his desk as he mumbled sleepily, “Finish…”

“What could possibly be so important to keep you awake for so long?” Dream responded, letting a bit of irritation slip through his now fading demeanor and he hunched over the desk, craning his neck to look at the upside down papers George had scattered across the surface.

“King stuff, you wouldn’t understand,” George said cockily and chuckled as the knight’s head snapped up with a baffled look. “You’re just a commoner, so get back to your post or I’ll fire you.” George was joking, if his tone wasn’t evident enough, the face he was pulling sure was.

Dream reveled at the sight of the king dropping his guard around him. Sure, they had been best friends since they were young boys, but Dream would never get around the shock factor that came with every little thing George did. Even just sitting there, hair tousled and rough around his crown that lay askew on his head, slumped in his over-sized chair, eyes drooping slightly due to lack of sleep, lips curled into a slight smirk as his gaze raked Dream’s tense form, he still managed to look good. So good. Pretty, even.

Dream dropped his head and clenched his jaw, pushing the thoughts out momentarily and sighing deeply. “Of course. I shall leave my king be… if that is what he truly wishes,” Dream looked at George through his lashes and hid a smirk.

George made a sound and turned his head to the side, attempting to hide his blush from Dream’s now lifted gaze, though he made no sign of dismissal. Dream stood up straight, his tall form tense and perfect underneath the sheen his light armor reflected in the low light of candles scattered around the room. A dark flame danced in his eyes and George could tell he was debating on saying something impulsive. Something stupid that would make George question the boundaries of their relationship yet again.

“You are breathtaking.”

George’s breath hitches at the words combined with Dream’s gaze. He stood intimidatingly across the desk and his eyes dared George to deny his statement. Due to his tired state, George didn’t have his social filter at the ready so his next words were not meant to be heard.

“You’re the only one I want to hear that from.”

George stood and met the almost lustful stare being directed at him. Dream stood his ground as the king slowly made his way towards him, positioning his body between the guard and the desk. George propped himself onto the top of the desk and smirked up at the knight’s icy eyes. Dream’s fists clenched as he resisted the urge to hold George close to him. He was still the king, and Dream had to respect that.

Chainmail clinked together under George’s fingers as he grabbed Dream by his torso and pulled him close. Their foreheads rested on one another’s and they both stayed silent. Hot tar poured itself into the air in the form of tension, noses brushed, eyes closed, breath mingled together like woven twine. Both drowning in unsaid words, George struggled with the fact that the one thing he wanted most was the only thing unattainable to him. Funny, how life treats you.

“As king, I could get whatever I wanted…” George spoke softly, eyes cast down, trying to ignore how close Dream’s lips were to his own, “Everything is at my fingertips. Mine for the taking, if I just said the word. Everything. Except the one thing I want most in this small world.”

Dream’s brows creased and he spoke hastily, almost earnestly, “But you can have it. You can have me, I’m all yours.” Dream’s arms wrapped around George’s shoulders without a second thought as he spoke and George tensed at the sudden action.

“I can’t have you. You deserve better and-”

“There is nobody in this kingdom that could ever compare to you!”

“-and you have to try to understand that I cannot think of myself first!” George pulled away slightly to look into Dream’s eyes, the sudden fire heating his words startling the brave knight. “My people are the most important thing to me and I cannot possibly think of myself first when I have them to protect!”

Dream’s eyes searched the king’s, but he did not find hatred or anger, despite the heated tone. Dream saw George’s passion and protective nature over his kingdom but he also saw fear. A slight thread of fear and worry laced into the fabric of George’s gaze and Dream grasped onto it tightly, because if George was afraid, he had to be afraid of something. And the knight had sworn to fight off every breathing creature, night terror, or intrusive thought that may have frightened the royal man he cared so deeply for.

“What are you afraid of, my King?” Dream’s tone delicate and soft, offering sanctuary for George to lay in and be vulnerable.

George thought for a moment and he finally looked into Dream’s pleading eyes.

“I’m afraid of losing you.”

His voice had a coarse edge to it like he was holding back tears. Dream was shocked by the sudden emotion and didn’t think before he spurred himself into action.

He pulled George into a fierce kiss and held onto the sides of his face like his life depended on it. George made a small noise, but it was swallowed by Dream’s mouth. The king soon relaxed into the kiss and found himself pulling his knight closer. Dream was pulled in between George’s legs and leaned into the body pulling him in. The king was pushed back and almost fell backward onto his desk, which seemed to snap him out of the heavenly trance those soft lips had held him under. He suddenly pushed Dream away and shot to his feet.

“What are you doing?” His voice was shrill and he looked panicked.

“You can’t tell me that didn’t feel good! It felt… it felt right! Didn’t it, George?” Dream stepped towards the shorter male but paused as he was met with a fiery gaze and quickly realized his mistake. Before he could rush to fix it, George’s voice bit back in a fit of fury.

“I am your king! You have no right to address me in such a familiar tone!” George snarled, hostility flashing in his eyes. Hurt washed over Dream’s features and he backed away a couple of steps. George’s gaze was trained on his every move, the intensity not wavering a bit. George took a step towards Dream, the knight backing away slightly in respect and confusion.

George took a steadying breath before bearing the courage to look into Dream’s eyes and say something that he knew would hurt him, but at the moment, he didn’t care. George was too fired up about the kiss. He wasn’t even mad at Dream, he was mad at how much Dream affected his composure. He was king, not some commoner that could fool around and do whatever he wanted. He had to keep his poise.

“Learn your place, knight. Before I send for someone to reteach you,” George spoke firmly, like he was talking to just another guard. It hurt Dream but he didn’t show it. George pushed past the knight, moving his shoulder out of reach from the others’ body, and strode to his conjoined washroom. Dream watched him go and flinched as the heavy wooden door slammed behind the king.

Dream’s demeanor washed away in an instant and his head hung forward on his shoulders. After a few moments of steadying himself, he straightened out George’s desk, stacking papers here and there, and softly shut the door on his way out. He stood outside the king’s chambers, emotionless, staring at the wall opposite him. The hallway was dark, the only light coming from a few lanterns lit down the way from George’s room. Nobody else was positioned in this wing of the castle. The only people occupying the hall were Dream and George.

And with George bathing, nobody was there to see the rare occasion of a warm tear glide itself down Dream’s freckled cheek, before being wiped away by the scratch of the metal laying on the back of Dream’s arm.

Dream stood there, all night. Waiting for dawn. Waiting in silence.

#dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dreamnotfound #dream team #dnf #mcyt

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crackers4jenn · 1 year

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Some Ted Lasso finale thoughts

I feel like I always have to preface my Ted Lasso opinions with the reminder that I haven't seen the series in full, but! I have watched all of s3, parts of s2, and the first few eps of s1. I realize I'm working with limited context though.

I think my fave character overall was Trent. His physical comedy was outstanding, plus I just love that his role this season was basically: fly on the wall/reaction shot. I feel pretty cheated we didn't get some meaningful voiceover from him, though. You know, a bit of narration of his book. Feels like something like that would've tied in nicely within the montage.

I feel bad for the shippers (those first few minutes were especially cruel to the Ted/Rebecca shippers) but I also feel like a lot of the reactions I've seen in the tags would be way less critical if the shipper goggles weren't fastened so tightly. There's something to be said about online fandom and getting caught up in the echo chamber of it, and how that sorta amplifies your confirmation bias. You look for the things you want to find, even when they're not textually there. Before the finale aired, I kept seeing people be SO SURE that Rebecca would go to Kansas with Ted and for the life of me I couldn't understand WHY. Those two characters, in the context of tumblr? You see enough "invisible string" gifsets paralleling some of their scenes, sure. Maybe those two versions of Ted and Rebecca end up together, but the actual characters on the show? Who barely spent time together outside of work? Who thought of each other so, so platonically? I don't get it. If I have to like, deep dive into symbolism and read into stares and decode their supposed body language and break out the tack board to connect the dots because of some color scheme of the clothes they wear, with nothing actually happening onscreen telling me these people care even a little bit romantically about each other? Surely that says something about canon. If I, a casual viewer who isn't mainlining gaze-count compilations or whatever, aren't seeing what the hyperfocused fanbase is seeing onscreen with my own eyeballs, doesn't that imply some of the interpretation is fanon and not canon? Just a little? Obviously that is just the universal shipping experience, I'm not trying to be condescending or judgmental, I'm just saying: be for real. BE FOR REAL, Y'ALL.

I liked seeing Rebecca's emotions for Ted spill over in all of their scenes together (semi-related: I feel like when Rebecca was grieving Ted so hard and he was... not giving the same energy back it's because their headspaces were so different in those moments: for Rebecca, it was about saying goodbye. For Ted, it was about saying hello... to his family. Rebecca was feeling loss, and Ted was too, but he was also gaining back something big. But anyway!!) I do wish they hadn't pulled the "you go, I go" trope. For so long, so much of Rebecca's arc was about her getting back her independence from Rupert. Why, at the last moment, try and anchor her to another man? Especially after that episode where she stood up against all those old rich dudes and reminded them why they love the game, why the fans love the game, why SHE loves the game? It felt weird. If it was a panicked reaction because she was losing a really good friend, then I wish the show would've had Ted, ya know, COMMUNICATE with her instead of staying so mute, to remind her that she loves what she does, that she's earned her place, and that she can do it alone. But she wouldn't even be alone! She has literally everyone else she's always had in her corner still in her corner.

If I had been super into either Roy/Keeley or Jamie/Keeley I would be SO BUMMED that the show pulled the last second third wheel card, just to give them an ambiguous "Keeley chooses neither" ending. But I can also appreciate that the show just threw its metaphorical hands in the air and refused to make a choice. I, too, see the appeal of all sides of the triangle and don't even know what my preference would be. Besides throuple, obviously, which I also think the open-ending left a little crumb trail to set up. I will say, overall, Roy was so reactive this season in his feelings for Keeley. He broke up with her, then really only started gravitating back to her when she was with Jack, or when he was jealous about the leaked video, or jealous about Jamie. That wasn't my favorite, but he also just pines really nicely so I get the otp of it all.

All of the "Ted is leaving all his friends behind! He's got nothing to live for in Kansas except his son!" online takes are SO BAFFLING. Y'all realize this character didn't apparate from the ether into Richmond as a fully grown, fully mustached man, right? He came from a place where he ALSO had friends and family he was leaving behind, with relationships that were likely just as important to him. And he will make friends after. Like????? You'd think Ted was returning to the gallows on a death sentence or something, just to wither away after Henry grows up.

I think I'll try and watch the show from the start and see if my opinions on anything change. I've heard that all of the prime Ted/Rebecca stuff happens early on in s1, and maybe seeing them in a classic enemies-to-friends situation might reveal to me what the shippers see. And maybe I'll care more about Nate's arc and Jamie's growth.

ps; dollsome, if you're reading this and you've made it this far, look away!!! Because, I'm sorry, I love that the Dutch boat guy came back. His and Rebecca's chemistry was just off-the-chart bananas. I think the psychic stuff was set up to red herring the crap out of the fandom from all sides, I don't think Rebecca and boat guy are like, psychically fated and meant to be, but! They were lovely, so I'm glad their montaged future had them together. And with a pilot in her life, hey. Rebecca can fly out to Kansas and visit her old bud, Ted, anytime, right?

#ted lasso

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jadekitty777 · 2 years

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Heartsick: Chapter 1

Me, several weeks ago: Okay so IronCharms week doesn’t start until the last week of August, I’ve got time

Me, today, five minutes before midnight: Let’s just double check the dates- WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE 15TH?!

WELP I’m a little late on this but... surprise! I wrote a James/Qrow/Clover fic! I’ve been wanting to do this one for a loooong while, and a random spark of inspiration had me finally dedicating some serious time to it.

This story is completely and utterly dedicated to Pidgeon Postal (who I’d tag but, tumblr won’t let me). It is a loving sequel to their story Heartless - which if you haven’t read, go do so! It’s well, kind of required anyways, as this story won’t make much sense if you haven’t read it.

I’ve honestly wanted to write this sequel ever since I first read Heartless well over a year ago - and am glad for the opportunity to finally do so! So welcome... to another multi-chapter story that will be posted throughout the entire week! Bonus? This one is actually complete LOL

(And if you haven’t already, go give Pidgeon some love for all their fantastic stories!)

Day 1: Affection

Dedicated to: PidgeonPostal

Rating: T

Words: 1.4K

Summary: It's been five months since James recovered his true heart, Clover gained a metal one and Qrow's became more attuned to the woods than ever before. Five months since Tyrian's poison was eradicated from the soil. Five months... since Clover, Qrow and James agreed on a group partnership (and that was honestly the best part). Like the tree tops reaching for the sky, it seemed like there was nowhere for the three of them to go but up. So why, then, did Clover feel like he was being cut down at his roots? [Witch AU]

Ao3 Link: In Which Clover’s Day Begins

Mornings were a ritual. Like magic, but softer, touched warm by the morning light.

Clover was always awake first; a surprise, at first, as James had always been the earliest riser. But reintroduction to his heart and, perhaps, the calm that came from living in a stress-free environment had changed the old general’s habits in ways that he didn’t entirely dislike.

So up he was, tapping his hands along the enchanted pantry as he asked confidently for ingredients. One after the other the counter got lined with whatever concoction he’d decided upon for breakfast (a fact that even after five months still made Qrow jealous with the ease he’d do it). He knew he had the power to ask it for precisely what he wanted, ready-made and serviceable to eat, but he’d always had a thing for cooking from scratch.

It's the only way it can be made with love, he’d tease sometimes between dropped kisses on his lovers’ cheeks. Qrow groused over the grandstanding, but rarely hid smiles, while James was simple in politeness but vocally appreciative.

Clover enjoyed those moments enough to keep doing it. The only days he cheated were on mornings that he didn’t spring out of bed but drag himself out. Where nights of half-remembered nightmares kept him tossing and sweat-soaked. Things that twisted at him, like blood on his hands that never left no matter how much he cleaned; the bodies of Mantle’s lost haunting after him as much as James’ dull and lifeless eyes looking upon it without so much as a twitch did.

Those were bad days.

But today was a good one.

So, he got to work.

By the time James got up, the cranberry-orange muffins had almost finished baking and coffee was done brewing.

“Morning!” Clover greeted, already pouring him a cup. Black with two sugars, just like he liked.

James accepted it and the peck on the lips with a sleepy smile. “Good morning. You certainly are… perky.”

He snorted. That sounded more like something Qrow would say. “Aren’t I usually?”

Always, he wished he could say. Because that had been the norm. But despite all the luck in the world, his new, metallic heart came with side effects. Inconsistencies with his emotions that felt very much like a floating spell had been placed onto them, and the wielder was tossing him between highs and lows at random.

(Sometimes, he thought the nightmares were part of that change. But no, he’d dug that grave with his bare hands. It was only right he’d lie in it.)

“I just don’t know where you get the energy.” James replied, blowing along the top of the steaming mug. When he did, the branches of the trees imprinted along the face of it shivered, like they’d been touched by a breeze.

They spent the morning like that, Clover cooking as he chattered with James about nothing, really. Small talk about plans for the day or how the garden was coming along. It was so unlike before, when they and the other officials would be up before the sun, plotting strategy and the room would be tense with an under-currant of fear as they fought a war they were losing fast.

Different, in a good way that Clover embraced as hard as he could.

When breakfast was just about done, Clover tapped the head of the miniature blackbird perched on the edge of the cuckoo clock. It came alive, flying on wooden wings out of the kitchen and down the hall – and though neither of them could hear it when it sang, they certainly heard Qrow’s grumbling as he came trudging out of the bedroom only minutes later, the bird perched on his shoulder. It flew back to the clock while the lanky man sat down at his spot.

Clover made sure to have his coffee already waiting. A shot of cream turned the liquid to a sandy cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon left a speckling of golden-brown dusting the top. When Qrow rose it to drink, the snow blanketing over the picturesque little cottage town fell to the rim, turning the once winter-laden village into a bright summer’s day. The snowfall dropped back into place when he set the cup back down.

“Mornin’,” Qrow finally greeted, the natural gravel in his voice always a bit deeper after waking.

James took up the attention of their sleepy third while Clover plated the food. Toast lightly buttered, only his powdered with a bit of sugar. Sausages that still sizzled with a bit of extra pepper atop James’ and eggs made over easy for him and James but scrambled for Qrow. A muffin for each of them. The daffodils on the edges of each plate danced on their stems as he set them down.

Left only long enough to pour his own drink. He pulled down another mug from the cabinet, his favorite today. The minute he touched it, the stark white mug turned into a brilliant teal green, the color of his own magic reflecting back at him. Even when he let it go to grab the pot, the hue stayed; if he let it be for ten minutes, it would start to go through lighter and lighter iterations of green before it turned back to white. He filled the cup with what his lovers considered an egregious amount of cream and sugar and took his seat.

In the short span of time, Qrow had pushed his own chair closer to James, using the lack of distance as an excuse to snuggle against him. It was cute and filled Clover with a sense of affection.

But, like oil on water, it was sullied by a strange sense of envy and loneliness.

He blamed it on his dumb, fake heart and took a gulp of too-sweet coffee to drown it out.

Qrow huffed at the sight. Complained, with no heat behind it, “Thought I told you not to use that one.”

Clover winked. “You can punish me for it later.”

Qrow almost choked on his eggs.

Despite the teasing, he knew how important the bit of ceramic was. Had learned it well the first time he pulled it down and the other man almost had an aneurysm over it. Apparently, it had been a gift from an old friend Qrow’d lost two decades before. Though she was gone, the magic she’d constructed the mug with lived on. The last reminder he would ever have of her.

It was probably only because of Clover’s own magic, a touch of luck in most things he did, that Qrow even allowed him to use it at all.

After a moment, James pitched in, “I swear you’re insatiable.”

“For you two? Never.” Clover promised, spearing a sausage, mimicking a motion towards his lips that even had James a little flustered.

The morning passed much the same as any other.

Though it was weeks into autumn, the weather had remained unusually hot and humid. Clover didn’t favor it, used to the dry air of a frozen tundra that didn’t cling to him like the mugginess in the forest air did, sticking sweat to his skin like a second layer, unwanted and uncomfortable.

The long baths he took in the basement hot springs more than made up for it though.

He’d tried, without success, to pull James in with him, but the other thought it silly to do so when he would only dirty himself again once he went back to his garden. Qrow he may have won over, but the other mage probably was only just getting back from his journey he’d set out on after breakfast – some hurt he’d detected in the forest that needed mending. His attunement with the forest had been increased ever since he’d chased out Tyrian from the soil and roots.

Normally, Clover had the patience to wait for one of them; certainly, a bath was more fun that way. But today, the humidity was higher than normal. It probably meant a storm was coming soon. With the heaviness feeling particularly unpleasant to the point it was beginning to irritate, it didn’t take much mental prodding to get him down to the basement for a little dip and relaxation.

By the time he emerged a good hour later, he was feeling refreshed, a towel around his waist. He used another to toss his hair – it was getting long, he’d had to trim it soon – as he headed towards the kitchen, intent on scourging up a snack.

As he crept down the hall, something small and low to the ground passed by, its movements squeaking like rusted bolts with every step it took.

He gave it a glance as he passed it.

The dragon, constructed out of roller chains and other scrap metal in the likeness to the God of Light, looked back.

Clover’s mouth dropped open. “What the-?”

The dragon, small as it was, emitted a thundering roar.

Then it pounced.

#clover ebi #james ironwood #qrow branwen #luckyironqrowweek2022 #IronCharms #rwby #fanfiction #Chase Firekitten's Tale

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anmylica · 1 year

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I posted 2,264 times in 2022

That's 2,244 more posts than 2021!

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Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 59 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 98 characters

#s3 really gave regina the foundation for a fantastic redemption arc and then they tossed that away

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Chapter Three: A Certain Shade of Gold

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The lashings and beatings seemed to go on forever, and in some ways that was true. Time had no meaning for the dead. They didn’t change, didn’t progress, didn’t grow. They were only what they were: shades of their former selves. Killian knew this; he wasn’t an unfamiliar stranger with the concept of frozen time. He had never experienced timelessness in quite the same way as this neverending, never-changing torture, though.

The lashes progressed to beatings with a cane. Then came the punches and kicks. Then came the periods of solitary confinement. Killian spent a lot of his time unconscious during those periods. When he was dragged in for another round of torture, he swore he wouldn’t give into what Hades wanted, but it was hard to endure that kind of endlessness. The only thing that kept him going was his faith that Hades had no idea what he was referring to when he talked about Killian’s hope.

Killian had no hope to relinquish. But still, Hades persisted onward in pushing Killian to let go of something that he knew didn’t exist. What Killian didn’t know at this point in time, but Hades knew and recognized, was that hope could take many forms. Death often destroyed hope, but not every form of hope was touched by death.

Time didn’t matter in the Underworld, so Killian couldn’t have said how long had passed since the torture sessions had begun. He had honestly begun to sort of tune out the relentless pain until it was nothing but background noise, a fact which cheered him up long enough to endure the session until he was finally granted the oblivion of unconsciousness back in his cell. Then he dreamed.

He dreamed of Emma, of how they had left things between them as he tried to punish her for going against his wishes with the Darkness. He dreamed of the terrible, harsh words he had said to her during his short tenure as a Dark One. He dreamed of the pain he knew he had inflicted on her family, his friends, and her son, who he viewed to be as good as his own. Those dreams made his heart ache, for he knew instinctively that Emma was experiencing the very same ones as he. Those weren’t the worst he had, however. The worst dreams were the ones where he had returned to Emma, embraced her to him in a bone crushing hug, each raining kisses over each other as rain fell softly down around them. He dreamed of the life they could have had in that Victorian house down by the sea, the children that could have been theirs, the memories they could have made, and the life they could have lived together.

Those were the ones that burned deep within, the visions of could have been fueling the despair he knew to the very depths of his soul that Emma was feeling too. That was perhaps the worst part of this whole ordeal, knowing that she was hurting. He hoped she could move on, that this experience didn’t cause her to reconstruct her walls against her family. He hoped that his love had been enough to change her for the better, to allow herself to have built enough connections between her heart and those who loved her to find solace and peace with his passing. He hoped she remembered him fondly throughout her years, if she even would remember him at all. He hoped he could let her and their blossoming love go.

But an even deeper, darker, more selfish desire reared up and consumed him at that thought. This desire was what had made him stay a pirate after he’d turned to piracy in vengeance for Liam’s senseless death. He wasn’t proud of this desire, but he couldn’t quite tamp it down; he wasn’t strong enough to. Deep down, he truly hoped she would never move on, and when she finally arrived in the Underworld after a long and content life, he could be there to greet her. Then they would both move on to whatever came next, hand in hand as they were supposed to be. He felt this so strongly he nearly burned with the longing, and was nearly consumed by it every time.

He didn’t like to admit this, for he wanted to be selfless with her, but he couldn’t deny it, even if only to himself. Every time he’d think about this, he’d end up right back here to this selfish desire. This was beginning to be his way of knowing how much time had passed since his last torture session because Hades would usually show up after he finally accepted that he felt this way and drag him right back to the throne room and repeat the beatings.

One of Hades’ minions (Killian didn't know his name) had just begun the process for the fifth time when Killian felt his heart skip a beat. He felt a pull on his heart leading to the outside of the throne room so strong he gasped. It felt like his heart had been restarted. He felt more complete than he had since his death, but he didn’t know why. He lurched as another blow connected to his back.

Just before the minion could land another blow, a ray of bright golden light burst through the throne room. A rainbow was left flashing across the ceiling once the golden light passed through, a magical northern lights in a funereal setting. The minion stared at the ceiling, confused, but Killian knew what this was.

“Emma,” he breathed out, love and hope surging through his entire being. Then, he felt a brief pain as the minion gave him a hard blow to his head, and Killian was aware of nothing more.

Emma didn’t see the flash of golden light and the rainbow trailing after it, but the other denizens of the Underworld certainly did. It blew people’s newspapers out of their hands down Main Street, knocked off several people’s hats and forced them to chase after the missing articles. The light and its subsequent breeze ruffled the brunette curls of a pretty blue eyed woman stopping traffic at a crosswalk to allow kids to cross. The light caused a chill to go down a dark-haired man’s spine as he looked up from the notes he was writing about the latest woman who’d been separated from her baby by death. The commotion knocked over an open bottle and spilled a good bit of expensive rum inside a bar that was run by a curly haired man who scowled at the mess as he moved to mop it up. The denizens of the Underworld all stared at the golden light and the rainbow that tumbled after it, and then they looked around themselves in wonder as the Underworld suddenly seemed to be just a little bit brighter.

Rumplestiltskin was the only one of the group who saw the golden flash of light. His only reaction was to raise an eyebrow before stating, “You should start by having a look around. The Underworld is a rather complicated place.”

“I’ll say,” Emma breathed as she took in the deadened grass and the gray husks of poplar trees that grew (were they even alive and able to grow?) stilted around them.

She breathed shallowly, grimacing a bit at the sulphuric smell in the air. The red glow in the sky made her feel as if she had stepped into some sort of Twilight Zone, and there was no way back to normalcy. The entire place felt oppressing and hopeless. How on earth could they possibly expect to find Killian in time to save him? She wasn’t going to succeed, couldn’t even begin to hope that she’d actually manage to change his fate… She started breathing harder, panting at the paralyzing fear, that feeling of being caged in, that suddenly gripped her heart. There was nowhere to run; there was no way out of this realm, and no way to achieve what she’d set out to do. Instinctively, she grabbed at the ring that hung around her neck, and took a deep breath. The sudden panic vanished as quickly as it had come on. It was just the atmosphere. She could do this. She just had to be strong and fearless. She took her first step straight into the depths of Hell.

The group moved forward, as if awaiting their cue from Emma, and went through the archway. They all looked around themselves in amazement. Everything was dead, or at least it looked like it. The colors were all muted, as if they had been bleached away by the decay that permeated the air. After they had walked for some time, they all stopped short. Somehow, without quite realizing how, they had walked right up to Main Street of Storybrooke. It was an exact replica, but there were many shops closed and some minor damage along some of the buildings.

“What is this place?” Snow breathed out, startled by what she was seeing.

“I thought we were in the Underworld,” Emma replied uncertainly, her brow furrowing in confusion. Had they been portaled back home somehow?

“The Underworld takes on the appearance that its lord and master wills it to,” Rumple replied. “For some reason, he sees fit to make it appear familiar to us.”

For some reason, Emma thought that was a peculiar explanation, but before she could think more about why the Dark One’s statement bothered her, her father asked a more logical question.

“Well, where do we start looking?” David asked no one in particular.

“I guess we split up?” Emma suggested, at a loss for what to do next. God, how was she supposed to lead them? This wasn’t Neverland; she was under a completely different set of rules here. She hadn’t even been here for five minutes, and already her leadership was unraveling at the seams. She felt another wave of anxiety wash through her. She had to get it together, or none of them would survive. She mentally shook herself and took a deep breath, trying to ease the anxiousness she felt.

“Well, you can do whatever you wish. I want no part of this. When you’re ready to give up on this foolish endeavor, you can find me in my shop.” Rumplestiltskin moved to walk away in the direction of the place he had just mentioned.

“Hang on! You said you were going to help us!” Emma protested. Wasn’t it just like the damn Dark One to jump ship when nothing in it directly benefited him? She should have just put the Darkness back into him and shoved Excalibur through his chest when she had the chance. She’d have saved herself some damn trouble. Killian really did have the measure of this guy.

“I actually did no such thing,” Rumple responded, turning to address her. “I agreed to open the portal to the Underworld and bring you here. I have fulfilled my end of our deal, and now my services are no longer required. Good luck. You’re going to need it,” he sneered and stalked off in the direction of his shop. Emma rolled her eyes.

Regina scoffed. “Well, we don’t need his help anyway. I think splitting up might be the best way to cover more ground.”

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Chapter Five: Deal...?

"The Fields of Asphodel"

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If there was one place Rumplestiltskin had hoped to avoid for the rest of eternity, the Underworld was it. He hated seeing so many of his victims in one place, sneering at him for their pathetically stupid decisions in trusting dark magic to solve their problems, and he hated the gloomy dismality that purveyed the realm. He hated the persistent sulfuric smell and he hated the black dust that seemed to settle over everything.

He hated most of all that this was a realm over which he had no control.

He wanted to spend as little time in this place as possible. Let Emma Swan and her band of do-gooders chase after the pirate; it was no concern of his what happened to the man he loathed more than any other. The only good thing that could come from being here would be seeing Baelfire one last time. Rumplestiltskin, having arrived at his shop, opened the door and observed the changes. Most everything was the same as it had been the last time he’d been here, stuck in limbo with nothing to do but await his judgment from Hades. Only that hadn’t come; instead, he had been whisked back to the Enchanted Forest only to lose both his only beloved son and his freedom in the same instance.

There were a few new objects, things which had been lost as the owners’ passed into this realm from the Land of the Living. But Rumple wasn’t interested in those. He didn’t plan on staying here long enough to deal with them. He locked the door and headed to the back room. He gave another glance around to make sure no one was there, and he stepped up to his workbench.

He set to work collecting his ingredients, including an eyeball, from the stockpile he had saved here. He created a potion, using the eyeball to guide the magic, and once the potion was ready, took up a crystal ball and dipped it into the potion. Once a sufficient amount of time had passed, he took the crystal ball out and used his own magic to dry it. Satisfied, he placed it onto the stand and stared at it, his hands flat on the table to support him as he leaned against it.

Rumple considered the crystal ball for several moments, pondering how to word his command. Finally, he said to it, “Show me my son.”

The crystal ball filled with smoke that swirled and churned for a moment before solidifying into shapes. Finally, the shapes formed a picture. It showed him Belle, eating at Granny’s back in Storybrooke.

Rumple frowned. Why was the crystal ball showing him Belle? He said again, more forcefully this time, “Show me my son.”

The picture turned back into smoke and swirled again. For the second time, it solidified into a picture of Belle.

Rumple was very confused. The crystal ball was imbibed with magic that should be capable of showing him what he sought, so why wasn’t it showing him Baelfire? He watched as Belle shifted in her sleep. It didn’t make any sense. Unless…

Could it be? Could the reason the crystal ball kept showing him his wife be that she…? Rumple’s heart stopped and his blood ran cold at the implication. He had left her back in Storybrooke alone, and he was now the Dark One again unbeknownst to her. He could only imagine what kind of hell he would face if she found out. Whatever he did, he would have to make sure she never found out that he had stolen the Darkness back. And to do that would mean that he would have to return as soon as possible to his wife's side. It looked like he would have to assist in finding the pirate after all. He really, really didn’t want to have to help them.

He waved his hand to clear the detritus away with magic, resulting in the mess instantly vanishing. The crystal ball remained where it was. He took it and placed it on a shelf just in case he would need it later. Perhaps he could use it to keep an eye on his wife during his absence. Rumple was just ruminating on a plan to get them all out of the Underworld as fast as possible when the bell from the front of the shop rang and the sound of the door closing echoed to the back room.

Rumple left the room and stepped into the shop area and stopped in the doorway.

“Hello, Rumple,” said Peter Pan, who was standing in the middle of the room in a black suit, his hands clasped in front of him.

Rumple blinked. “I had hoped I wouldn’t see you here,” he said.

“Is that any way to greet your long lost papa?” Peter Pan said.

“You’re no father of mine,” Rumple retorted. “After all you’ve done, you’re lucky I’m not sending you to the depths of Tarturus. After Bae? After Henry? That’s more than you deserve.”

Pan rolled his eyes. “Don’t pretend you cared for Henry any more than I cared for you. You and I both know the only reason you have any familial affection for that boy is because of Baelfire. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t give Henry the time of day.”

“What do you want?” Rumple asked, tired of his father’s needling.

Pan grinned. “Well that is the question, isn’t it? I do want so many things.”

“Get on with it,” Rumple hissed.

“I want to be brought back to life.”

Rumple rolled his eyes. “That’s impossible.”

“Isn’t it? Aren’t you down here so Emma Swan can find a way to bring back Captain Hook?” Pan tilted his head in puzzlement.

Rumple scoffed. “A fool’s errand if there was one. We all know she’s not going to succeed in doing anything but wasting our time.”

Pan smirked and replied, “Well, be that as it may, I have a deal for you.”

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Chapter Four: Can We Panic Now?

“The Fields of Asphodel”

Chapter Four: Can We Panic Now?

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Regina and Robin made their way to Town Hall as quickly as they could, making sure to keep a watchful eye on the people milling about just in case the pirate was amongst them. Everyone had the same melancholy, hopeless air of despondency about them. Regina couldn’t help but notice the dead looks in their eyes. She pulled her coat tighter around herself in an unconscious attempt at keeping the sadness at bay.

Robin reached out to place his hand on her lower back as they crossed the street, both needing the contact of each other in reassurance. They finally arrived at the mayor's office without any sign of Hook.

“No luck so far,” Robin stated, looking about, an expression of resignation on his face.

“No,” Regina agreed. Finding Hook was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. “Why couldn’t he have made it easy for us to find him?”

Robin grinned. “Because he wouldn’t want to make it too easy on you, love.”

Regina chuckled. Hook certainly did like to push her buttons, even if they were on the same side now. Her face dropped at the thought of their last interaction. Regina didn’t have many regrets (they were a waste of time, and besides, had she not done what she did, she wouldn’t have this life that she wouldn’t trade for anything), but she regretted not trying harder to make Hook see sense before he went that far. Had she said something just a day sooner, could all of this have been avoided? Had she refused to back down from him the first time she confronted him about his guilt for what he did to his father (at her behest), would he have listened to reason and allowed them all to work together? Could Emma’s plan actually have worked had they all just put their heads together?

This was the problem with regrets. They were a waste of time. Nothing could change what was done.

On the other side of the flames, a man took shape. Regina gasped in horror once she made out who it looked like.

“Daddy,” she breathed, her voice a broken and tortured whisper.

“Are these meant to be your parents?” asked Robin.

Regina sniffed and wiped away a tear. “I think so.”

“What does it mean that you’re seeing them in the fire?”

Regina shrugged. “I don’t know, but if they’re here… they must be here because of me.”

Robin put his hand on her shoulder in comfort and pulled her in close. “You don’t know that. They may not even be here.”

Regina nodded, wiping away a few more tears. “I have to find out.”

“We’ll keep our ears peeled in case someone says something at Granny’s, and we’ll look into it further if we have to. If they’re down here being harmed, we’ll make sure to save them, Regina,” Robin reassured her and hugged her tighter.

Regina returned the embrace and after a moment let go reluctantly. “Let’s go to Granny’s and see if he’s there. There’s nothing here but a dead end.” The two of them quickly left the office and hurried through the rest of Town Hall. Robin shoved open the door, only to stop short of leaving. Regina nearly bumped into him, and was about to ask, perplexed, what the hold up was when she spotted what had stopped Robin.

It was Roland. He was lying on the ground, deathly still. The world around him had faded to almost black; everything was slowly losing visibility.

“Roland?” Robin asked with a small amount of uncertainty, not sure he believed what he was seeing. They had left Roland back in Storybrooke with the fairies. How did he get down here?

Regina and Robin stared as Roland woke up and slowly stood, turning to face them. “Daddy?” asked Roland.

“I’m here, buddy. How’d you get here?” Roland asked, beckoning his son to come to him. “Come here; it’s not safe for you here!”

Roland smiled and then turned and ran in the opposite direction. Flabbergasted, Regina and Robin took one look at each other before sprinting off after the toddler. The boy ran fast, and soon the two adults were out of breath from chasing him. As suddenly as Roland started running, he stopped and turned to face them. Regina and Robin stopped too, clutching their sides and panting hard.

“Roland, come here, son!” Robin called.

A fire started just behind Roland. Regina frowned in confusion. Why would a fire just randomly start up in the middle of Storybrooke? But before she could work out an answer to that question, Roland began speaking.

“You can’t save me, Daddy. You can’t. I have to go into the flames.”

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The Fields of Asphodel

Chapter 1: Souls of the Departed

Emma startled awake and gasped for breath. She looked wildly around her, shocked to find herself in the driver’s seat of her faithful yellow bug, the empty, still rides of that amusement park she had gone to one time in Portland with Neal all around her. It was daylight, with gray clouds covering the sky. When she and the others had gotten into the boat with Charon, it had been the pitch black of night. Was she still on her way to the Underworld?

“Hey, Emma.”

She jumped at the voice coming from the back of the car and the rustling of the fast moving of clothing. She looked in the backseat and stared. Neal was sitting there smiling at her, looking as if not a day had passed since she had last seen him.

“Neal?” she gasped.

“Yeah.”

“It’s really great to see you! Wait, where are we? Am I dreaming? Is this even real? How are you here?” Emma looked around, puzzled that this was even happening.

Neal huffed a soft laugh. “Yeah, it’s real. And if it were a dream, there’d be, like, talking doughnuts or something weird like that.” With that, Neal leaned up, opened the passenger door, pushed the seat in front of him up, and got out of the car. He quickly got back into the front seat and closed his door. “Just think of this as a long distance call from an old friend.”

“It really is you,” Emma said in awe. “I never thought I would see you again.” And she truly was happy to see the man she had once loved. She was amazed at how separated from the feeling of hurt and betrayal she actually was. She had the sudden thought that it really had been a shame that he had died because of the Wicked Witch; she’d have loved to have had Neal in her life as a friend.

Neal just smiled in response. “How’s our son?”

Emma smiled. “He misses his dad, but he’s great. Growing too fast.”

Neal laughed. “I bet. I miss him too.”

Emma laughed as well. She hesitated for a moment, looking around, before she asked, hesitatingly, “Is this the Underworld? I was on my way to the Underworld…”

Neal’s smile fell from his face. “Yeah, I know that's where you're headed. That's kind of why I'm here. Don't go, Emma. Once you get there, it is not an easy place to get out of.”

Emma frowned. “I’m not just going to give up. It’s not right, what happened, how he ended up here!”

“Look, I know you're trying to save Hook. I know you think you’re doing the right thing. But trust me on this. This won't end the way you think it will. You need to go back to Storybrooke and forget this.”

Emma stared at him. “You don’t think I can do this,” she said flatly. Of course. Neal had always doubted her abilities and undermined her confidence. Why should he act any differently now?

Neal scoffed. “I mean, you really think you can? Against all the dangers the Underworld has? Oh, it’s easy to get into. You can check out of it anytime you like, but you never actually can leave!”

Emma shook her head in frustration. “Don’t quote Hotel California to me. This isn’t an Eagles song, and besides, that song was supposed to be about hedonism and greed, not Hell.”

Neal shrugged. “It still perfectly describes the Underworld. You’ll see what I mean if you actually manage to get there.”

Well thanks for that. What did he mean, “if?” She was already in a boat to that very place, and she had already passed through the barrier! What could possibly keep her out now?

Emma narrowed her eyes. “Well, where is Killian at in the Underworld, since you know so much?”

Neal shook his head. “I have no idea.”

“What?” Emma raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

“I’m not there. I was able to move on. To a better place, where I’m happy. I only came here because I care about you, Emma. Stop what you're doing before it's too late. Don’t endanger our son and your family and friends over a fling.”

Emma laughed. “Killian was not a fling, and I’m not stopping. I’m going to split my heart and give him half.”

Neal gave her a pointed look. “How do you know that will even work?”

Emma felt a stab of doubt pang through her heart. She didn’t know if it would. All she had to go by was faith that, if it worked for her parents, it would work for her. She hoped it would work. She didn’t know what she would do if it didn’t.

“Seriously, Emma,” Neal continued. “What makes you think that you and Hook share True Love?”

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