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madtotry · 4 months

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and if i could let it ride i'd take my time and free my mind one. — two. — three. — coming soon.

hiccup haddock x reader

a/n. gn reader. theres one mention that implies reader believes in gods. we're pretending night furys aren't quite as fast as they are in canon/or you can imagine elsa is just somehow even faster if you want. unlike the past chapters, this one ends abruptly because part 4 will be set immediately after this ★ 1.7k

the air tastes like freedom, and with the way elsa pierces through the wind with more enthusiasm than you've seen since last winter, you know she feels that same magic.

depending on where you go, the air is always crisp and biting, but it isn't always new. there's a time of year where something beautiful lays to rest her weary head until next year, leaving way for something magical to rise in her wake. it's the feeling of knowing the snow is fresh and the world is stopping just for a special moment, to say, "look at this, look at me, look at everything i can do." and you thank the gods every year, that you have lived to see another one of these seasons.

your arms whip up to feel the cold air run through your skin as elsa whips through just above the surface of the ocean, playfully dropping a wing to spray water up at you.

you laugh brightly, tilting your head up to gaze at the clouds racing by, and it takes everything in you to not fall and lay down on elsa's back — the idea in theory representing a perfect pastime, but in reality the one thing that could ruin your mood right now would absolutely be taking an unforeseen dip into the freezing sea lest you slip.

your eyes shut for a moment as you just sit like this, balling your hands into fits before thrusting them in the air excitedly and leaning down on your chest to rest your head atop elsa's.

she chirps at you in greeting, and flies a little further up from the sea to spare you from being splashed.

"i feel so alive," you whisper to her, a tradition at this point; ever since the first time the two of you flew through a day just like this, and you'd declared you'd never felt so alive to her. the sentiment still reigns true every year, and elsa always agrees.

on days like these, you're reminded just how fast she can fly and for just how long she never seems to tire — especially if she's close to the sea.

you don't know for sure how long you've been out here, but you near the island you've met hiccup halfway on in the past up ahead, and feel the same sensation you do when anticipating a new season as you approach it.

"what do you think?" you mutter to your dragon, and she's already dipping to graze the cold water of the ocean to fly just above the surface, circling the island.

the season is absolutely — at the very least partially — to blame for your boldness in going as far as to seek out someone you are usually terrified of looking your way. the world feels safer at times like these, and you almost feel as though you can be yourself, as though you could act like a normal friend.

elsa makes it halfway around the island before you spot hiccup and toothless flying past it, and you find yourself overcome with the urge to yell out jovially to get their attention.

however you bite your tongue, already seeing elsa's own bold plan of sneaking up on them unfolding, and you find you like her idea much more — it feels more like you.

"shhh," you playfully whisper to your already deadly silent dragon, as she glides just far enough behind and below them that she's gone completely undetected.

you have to hold a hand to your mouth to contain a giggle as she slowly rises; still completely unseen.

they finally notice you at the exact same time, both with an identical whip of their heads to your direction.

your hand falls back to hold onto elsa and the other raises to wave, leaving your wide grin on show as hiccup's brief distress at a possible threat becomes his own bright smile.

"you!" he exclaims, like he wants to say a proper greeting but the pleasant surprise caught him off-guard.

"me!" you reply so easily, talking freely having never felt so natural.

"i didn't think you'd be here," he says.

you shrug happily, "i'm always here," referring more to being in the sky this time of year than just the small island.

beneath you, elsa and toothless seem to have been staring at each other this whole time, not in any aggression, but you see toothless's eyes and recognise the glint of competition in them from elsa's own.

hiccup picks up on this a moment later after quietly asking his dragon, "what's going on, bud?" and spares a glance to see you almost smirking with both hands securing themselves on elsa.

in the blink of an eye, the unspoken race begins, and elsa is surging forward and swiftly surpassing toothless, dipping almost imperceptibly closer to the surface of the ocean, knowing she's even faster the closer she gets.

your hearing is enveloped by the strong wind racing past, but a quick cheer from hiccup breaks through the noise as toothless flies past you, now ahead of elsa by a significant distance.

this doesn't discourage her though, and if anything it draws your dragon to grow even more determined, flapping her wings with a vibrating strength followed by bringing them close to her body. you lean down as flat against her as you can, holding on tight as her now tearing through the air like an arrow makes you feel like you could be flung off at a single wrong move.

(you'd laugh at the memory if the wind in your face wouldn't whip your breath away, knowing full well you have been hurled off her back after not being fully prepare for just this.)

she reaches toothless, and flies just a bit further past him when she unfurls her wings to do the heavy lifting once more.

your eye catches hiccup's own mirthful ones and you can tell it's only a matter of time before he pulls a trick out of his sleeve to get ahead again.

you have to crane your head slightly to get a good look at them as elsa gains a lead, and frown when you notice them slowing down ever so slightly as hiccup's hand runs down the back of toothless's neck.

"they're up to something," you whisper to elsa as you try to keep a watchful eye on your competition, but it gets caught in the breeze when the night fury that was just trailing behind, now has caught up to you. he growls proudly, not-so-subtly showing off his new "v" shaped flaps that run from his neck to his tail.

hiccup seems proud too, especially when the two suddenly dip out of your view. you whip your head up and down, left and right, trying to spot where they disappeared to — gasping when toothless appears on your other side swiftly, and hiccup winks.

your mind stutters for a moment, not even realising the two have flown ahead of you again, and instead suddenly acutely aware of the freezing tip of your nose being drowned out by the growing warmth across your cheeks.

elsa, however, grumbles at your disracted demeanour, and speeds up as much as she possibly can, before making a warning 'yelping' sound to you, telling you to prepare for what she's about to do.

her sudden plunge breaks you out of your stupor, and as soon as her downward motion ceases, you sit up straight — this being something you've rarely seen in action and have grown confident in, but all the well familiar with the consequences if you don't raise yourself as far up from the sea as possible.

you know elsa has hit the water from the way her body grows colder, like ice, and you quickly feel the rest of her body submerge with your feet all the way up to where your knees dangle by her sides.

the water rushing past you nearly reaching your hips is heavier than the air above, and you know for yourself it would feel like trying to fly through honey, but for elsa, the water surrounding her only serves to fuel her.

even as the freezing water engulfs the lower half of your body, you reach a hand out to graze the surface. flicking the water with your cold fingertips, you imagine it absorbing into your skin with an ethereal glow, wondering how it feels for elsa to have something so simple yet so powerful coursing through her — funnily enough — like a fire.

toothless is still ahead of elsa, but she's now hot on his tail with her built up speed, and you're regaining focus from the coldness sinking away from your body, holding on tight in preparation for the light show elsa will embodying and soon zoom by her competition.

you find, as elsa rises, that your mind had been just as enveloped as hers in the water — for the moment your feet hang back out in the open air and the water is already dried off your hand, you can suddenly feel hiccup's gaze on the two of you, a heat you'd have quickly and self consciously noticed in any other situation.

you can't find it in yourself to look away from him now, and you can't stop examining his every facial expression — the wonder in his eyes, his surprised smile, and the way you swear it grows when he notices you're looking at him again — as elsa reaches the same height as toothless again; bringing the two of you face-to-face

you can tell the way his eyes are lit up he's curious about every intricate details of what elsa is capable of, his mind reeling at the sight of something he's never even imagined before. it's like he's been shown the stars for the first time, like the constellations are forming before his eyes, and you don't miss the way his eyes flickering from your dragon to you with warm cheeks impacts your heartbeat.

it only lasts a moment though, because the second elsa is side-by-side with toothless once more, you're holding on tight and she's soaring past in a blur.

the world around you feels secondary to the floating feeling of moving this fast, and your eyes shut protectively in face of the air pinching at your skin — but the smile on your face is unstoppable, as elsa's speed leads the two of you to a well deserved win.

#i listened to “dragon racing” from the the httyd 2 soundtrack on repeat while writing this and and it absolutely enhances the experience #and apologies for the wait between chapters #taking flight (my writing)#hiccup haddock x reader #hiccup x reader #httyd x reader #how to train your dragon x reader #httyd imagine #httyd fanfiction #hiccup horrendous haddock iii x reader #hiccup horrendous haddock lll x reader #hiccup horrendous haddock the 3rd x reader

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 5 months

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TFA X ROTTMNT crossover imagine Idea:

What if back when Splinter was Lou Jitsu he got spirited away in the TFA universe as a cybertronian thanks to a magical artifact long time ago before the first autobots-decepticons War, became a Gladiator against his will, meet Megatron and end up becoming "Friends" with him, build himself a reputation among Cybertronians and became a Well known History figure After managing to get his Freedom back and managed to get all the other Gladiator, Megatron included, free?

What if years After Lou Jitsu managed to get back to his universe and the ROTTMNT canon happen the turtles found the Magic artifact, end up in the TFA universe turned into cybertronians and two of them are warframes while the other two are civilframe?

I got way into this AU crossover the more I wrote about it and I just want to say that you, my friend, are a genius for coming up with it.

-Lou Jitsu's alter ego when he was a cybertronian was Splinter. Yeah, I'm basic like that. His alt mode would have been either a jet or a race car though I'm a bit partial to him having a car alt mode, simply because I could really see him turning into some flashy 80's sport car.

-Becoming a really popular gladiator not only for his fighting skills but also for bringing in his theatrics to the ring. They don't know that but whenever he wants to seem cool he says a one liner from one of his movies. The crowd ate it up every time. He's also really handsome as a bot so he's got a ton of fans.

-Ok but wouldn't be really cool if Splinter kinda revolutionized the cyber-ninja scene??? Like, up until his appearance it had kinda stagnated but when he shows up and shows up his amazing moves all the cyber-dojos go "YOOOOOO, THAT'S FUCKING AWESOME" and he basically starts the cyber-ninja renaissance. He also probably gets offered to become the leader of his own dojo but he declines the offer because he doesn't wanna abandon his new gladiator-buddies.

-Young Yoketron being his pupil??? Showing up one day like Genos in One Punch man and begging for Splinter to become his master??? YOKETRON YELLING "HOT SOUP" EVEN THOUGH HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT IT MEANS???

Prowl: Master, is it true that you trained under the master Splinter?

Yoketron: Yes, my pupil, I indeed did.

Prowl: Amazing, I've heard so much about him. What was he like?

Yoketron: He was... very wise. *flashback to Splinter forgetting how to use his brakes while in alt mode and crashing into a wall*

-Also, as for the brothers, if two of them are warframes then I imagine it being Raph and Leo. Raph because, well, he's built like a brick, it makes sense, and Leo because his weapons are the most lethal, made to kill. Also, Raph would be a tank while Leo would be a jet. Meanwhile, Donnie's alt mode would be like a microscope/telescope or something while Mikey would be a racer, either a motorcycle or a race car. I just want Mikey to have wheels on his pedes and rollerblade around while fighting.

-I also want some cyber-ninja dojo to 'discover' Mikey's talents, both as a ninja and spiritually, and taking him in. And Mikey can't tell them the truth, that he's already trained, so he has to pretend to be a newbie but instead he comes off as an actual genius, a prodigy only seen once every eon (he is a prodigy though so they're not too far off). Mikey shows them his 'magic hands' and the old coots practically faint.

-Meanwhile, Donnie gets similarly 'discovered' by the autobot Ministry of Science when they take notice of his remarkable intelligence and honestly? Donnie eats up the attention and praise. Perceptor and Wheeljack are fighting over who gets to mentor him and Donnie just does "Gentlemen, please, the answer is obvious; You both teach me everything you know. I want to know it all."

-Splinter, after becoming a mutant, turns into a cybertronian again but he looks really different so no one recognizes him. He's a beast-former now with a rat alt mode, about the height of Bumblebe (maybe even shorter). He kinda radiates this mystical air though, only perceivable to those with more spiritual senses, like Prowl.

Edit: Added some ideas of what Bot-Splinter would look like, both before and after mutating.

#transformers imagine #transformers animated #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #AU #crossover #art #lou jitsu #splinter #tfa/rottmnt crossover au

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smileyerim · 2 years

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in hell there’s heaven

He’s full of too many emotions he doesn’t know how to name, so he screams. To the owls hooting in the trees, to the moon, to God if He was listening. For the first time ever in his 25 years of living, Jaehyun has to come to terms with his emotions.

inspired by solo by frank ocean

pairing: jeong jaehyun x reader

genre: angst

length: 1k

warnings: adults smoking weed, mentions of cheating

If Jaehyun could do anything in the world right now, he would go back to 3 days ago, slap himself in the face, and call you. He wants that more than he’s ever wanted anything in your relationship, but he didn’t do that.

3 days ago Jaehyun cheated on you. 3 hours ago the guilt hit him so hard he wanted to cry, an emotion he wasn’t particularly comfortable with expressing in front of you, when you told him you were so happy he was yours. Because, yes, that’s technically true, but 2 days and 21 hours ago Jaehyun was kissing the neck of another woman, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, and entering into her with far too much ease.

So 3 minutes ago he decided to tell you about his infidelity. Jaehyun never believed the “eyes are the window to the soul” bullshit until that exact moment when he saw in your eyes your heart breaking.

“I-I need a minute.” You say, walking away. You did that a lot. Insecurity built up from relationships past left you uneasy with the idea of expressing anger towards a partner. Even when you and Jaehyun fought you always conceded first, letting him win even if you were still hurt. Jaehyun knew this, and he always tried his hardest not to take advantage of it and you, always letting you know you had the space to be upset.

He didn’t say that this time, though. He knew he didn’t need to, that damn look in your eyes communicated it enough.

3 seconds of sitting alone on the couch, eyes glued to his shut bedroom door that you just locked yourself into to think, Jaehyun decides he can’t sit with these feelings.

So he doesn’t, in a manner that is just so him, he decides on taking the fresh pre-roll he bought from the dispensary earlier to share with you out to the balcony alone.

The old and derelict lawn chair squeaked concerningly as he sat down, but he doesn’t care. He takes the white lighter he bought himself as a bad luck charm out of his pocket and the joint up to his lips, flicking the lighter and burning his eyes at the flame. He takes a few puffs in, not inhaling, just to start the sweet burn. He blows softly on the cherry end to prevent it from canoeing before taking his first real drag, eyebrows scowling at the peppery taste. He hates this strain, but it was the only one that seemed to calm your anxiety, like truly mellow you out. So he sacrificed.

Jaehyun was famous at ignoring his emotions, bottling them up until they burst. No matter what he was truly feeling, he always expressed anger when he exploded. He lost a lot of relationships because of that, but you stayed, you always did. It takes a lot out of him to admit to himself that earlier today when he felt so upset he wanted to cry, he scared himself. Jaehyun doesn’t care about many things enough to want to cry over them, but suddenly at the prospect of hurting you his tear ducts sprung to life again. He thought they had shriveled up and died.

That’s one of the many things he guesses he gained from you, emotional freedom, assurance that he isn’t a waste of space and time, unconditional support in his dreams, and the gift of what he suspects is the love of his life.

He guesses that’s all gone now.

He’s torn away from his thoughts when the screen door to the balcony opens and you step out to join him. There’s a second chair out here but you don’t sit, standing and staring at your bare feet. He wants to tell you to go back inside and put on shoes before the ants bite you, but it feels like the wrong time so he doesn’t.

He chooses to just stare at you, your hair partially blocking your face as you look down still. He’s pretty stoned at this point, halfway through the joint.

He doesn’t know what to do, and time feels so very slow so he offers you the joint by moving his hand below your line of sight. He doesn’t imagine there’s a way you’ll say no to it, you know the scent. You must know it’s your favorite. You must know he bought it for you.

Unbeknownst to him, though, nothing can calm the anxiety you have right now.

“Jaehyun, I can’t do this.” You finally look at him, and the look in your eyes, those damn eyes and that damn look break his heart again. He doesn’t show it though, just pursing his lips and letting a frown settle.

“I-I can’t be with you anymore.”

He watches the tear roll down your cheek. He wants to scoff, but his heart is too broken. An unmistakable feeling of emptiness and regret fills him, a stinging pain that he tries to swallow down stays burning behind his sternum.

He’s broken. Fully, entirely, all encompassingly broken.

“Are you going to say anything?” You say.

And no, he wasn’t particularly planning on it. What is there to say? He fucked up, he knew it right after it happened and even a small part of him during it too, but there’s no going back.

He knows that not one word he could say that would convince you that he loves you more than he loves the freedom to do whatever he wants.

Now, though, he’s questioning which is a bigger priority to him.

You shake your head and scoff at him before turning, opening the screen door and leaving for the last time.

He’s full of too many emotions he doesn’t know how to name, so he screams. To the owls hooting in the trees, to the moon, to God if He was listening.

For the first time ever in his 25 years of living, Jaehyun had to come to terms with his emotions.

He fucking hated it, and he still loves you. That was the worst part.

part 2 here <3

#autumn writes jaehyun #nct #kpop #ficscafe #jaehyun #jaehyun angst #angst #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun smut #cheating au #sad!!!#so sad!!!#lol

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dropthedemiurge · 4 months

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Got prompted by @pinkkop but also partially this might end up as the controversial Thai BL post because the range of characters I'd defend with the passion is very wide for me:D

8 BL BOYS I WILL THROW HANDS FOR

Uea (Bed Friend)

This show isn't jokingly called 'A Tale of 1000 Traumas' for no reason, I mean – there is only so much one young adult can go through, and Uea has been through... well, almost everything. Tagging hurt/comfort fics on AO3 will result into red triggers all around. What fascinates me in this character is his resilience, too. He managed to go through everything with the sheer will power and knowing his own worth, what he deserves and what he does not. I am so glad the show made an active choice to send him to therapy and give him a considerate and loving boyfriend! He really needs both.

Sky (Love in the Air)

Again, no surprise that everyone would want to protect Sky. The acting was also chef's kiss in this show, I know I shouldn't be but I absolutely enjoyed seeing Sky getting triggered and sent to the red-lit room in his mind because this was pure cinematography, but irl I would just hug Sky with consent and never let him go. And kick Gun until he never rises up again too. I think Rain should've been given full freedom to avenge for his best friend. But this is also why I'm writing all these skyrain fics – because they are safe space for each other and I want to keep seeing it.

Rain (Love in the Air)

Ehem, like I said– the show has not declared it loudly but he's one of the most ADHD characters in Thai BLs if I ever saw one. He does not deserve to be mocked for his struggles and airheadness. I wish we saw more of him playing into his strengths beside taming a dom, instead of being infantilized by the show sometimes. Don't ask me to dive into full analysis though, I only could watch the PayuRain half of the show once so I'm going off vibes I remember, but I absolutely adore Rain and love reading fics that focus on his ADHD headcanon and how others understand and help him. And also those platonic BDSM tendencies he has with his best friend Sky.

Kawi (Be My Favorite)

For this guy, I would not fight the show or narration because they treated both characters and viewers with care, gentleness, wise teaching and love (Max is a harsh brat but that's his personality). I would actually fight the fandom: from people who hate-watched this show and refused to acknowledge it was amazingly done further than 'i might've liked it but ew screw this actor and novel the show was inspired by amiright don't judge me for liking it jk lol' to some individuals who missed the beautifully developed and portrayed close bond (aspec on at that, I'll stay firm) that spread across >10 years and different timelines and reduced Kawi to immature whiny weirdo who's scared to fuck Pisaeng ten times a day instead of one, idk. This show is a gem with many life-lessons and Kawi has one of the strongest and fascinating character development in Thai BLs that I've seen. Hands are being thrown.

Boston (Only Friends)

The creators of the show said the series didn't have any intentional message, but considering how many long discussions and poured out frustrations we had with some people, Only Friends definitely did Boston wrong. So what if he's a proud slut, should the show punish him for it while praising 'righteous' characters high on their horses? I don't think so. My guy was constantly filmed illegally and threatened by his hookups and friends, he's very hesitant about falling in love but he tried his best with clearly spoken offers, poly views and limits. I also see Boston kinda neurodivergent and/or demiromantic based on many lines he said about himself and his own view of people and relationships in the series. Nick might not be fully compatible with him, and I would throw hands for both of them, but if those two would communicate better, there would be no need for the OOC "twist" at the end. Their story could be beautiful, sad and realistic, instead Boston being kicked down in the street dirt by everyone after opening up about his heart and fears made me angry.

Akk (The Eclipse)

These descriptions just keep getting longer and longer? Oops... I don't think I need to explain the desire to protect Akk – this guy has not stopped crying since a mischievous and passionate newbie managed to break through his 100m thick wall of composure, pokerface and sheer will to survive. And also through all the manipulation Akk faced from the people he looked up to. Akk and everything that he went through managed to rip my heart out, and I'm not kidding. If you're repressed, oppressed and/or struggling with money, desire to make your parents proud and can't help but feel 'disapproved' feelings for someone – meet Akk, he's very relatable. I'd protect him and you too.

Thua (The Eclipse)

*clears throat* I did say this post would get controversial. I can and I will consider 90% of the people who hate Thua as lacking media literacy :D But without getting into useless fandom discussions, Thua is a poor teenager that needs love and support to be able to find himself and his own voice. He's stressed out by a harsh step-father, constantly facing homophobia and mocking in school, has suicidal intentions and the only good friend who opposed homophobic students and teachers, who showed him safe space and helped reach out to his mother, encouraged him to speak out loudly... went behind everyone's back, started dating the main "bully" of the school who threatened every queer for months and decided to support him while silencing students' and Thua's voices. At least that's what Thua experienced from his POV. Would you throw hands? Thua did, and while I may not agree with how he handled the situation, I can't hate him. He finally stood up for himself and his own, tried to change the system, and I'd fight Suppalo school for him too.

Black (Not Me)

There's someone who doesn't need my protection at all! A second before turning into bloody merciless activist-fighter who doesn't shy away from murdering capitalists and cops, I would still want Black not to think he's better off alone. While antagonistic sexually-tense exchange of comas with his ex-best friend can count as one of the most delicious type of romance that happened in subtext not text, he still deserved to seek solace in his ex-girlfriend and (ex? they were so close, why Gram does not care about him at all when he returns? we'll never know) other activist friend's company. Also, fighting with his life to change something in how the country works and hearing 'nah, your twin is better, he knows how to fight with social media so we achieved more with him than with you' from his mentor and Black deciding that he should again ditch everyone he cares about...noo:( I need spin-off about him where he gets everything he really deserves.

#I think I could've picked up 2 more but I can't think of anyone else right now #writing these 8 has already filled me with fire xD #thai series #thai bl #gmmtv #let's say pat and pran are the 2 left and i won't need to explain anything #dropthemeta

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literary-illuminati · 10 months

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Book Review 37 – The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V. E. Schwab

I picked this up for my still-somewhat-theoretical bookclub with some friends, and honestly probably wouldn’t have looked at it otherwise. (The only previous work of Schwab I’d read was Vicious which I was, honestly, not particularly impress by.) So chalk one up for book clubs I suppose, because I’m incredibly happy I gave this a try.

The book follows the eponymous Adeline “Addie” LaRue, a peasant girl in late 17th century southern France who, desperately trying to escape marriage and a life limited to one tiny farming village, and just generally being a peasant, makes a deal with the devil. (Or primordial darkness. Or some ancient pagan god she learned about from the old witch living in the woods that comes standard with every peasant village – it’s somewhat vague, and doesn’t really matter regardless. He goes by Luc.) The deal is for her freedom – she will get to live life untethered and according to her own desires, until she is sick of it, and when she is, her soul will be his.

What this means is that she is a) immortal, and eternally 23 years old, and any change to her body reverts in a matter of moments, but also b) incapable of leaving a mark on the world. People literally forget her the moment she is out of their sight, any letters she writes fade before she finishes a word, she is quite literally incapable of saying her own name out loud and has to pick a pseudonym out of the air with each new interaction, and so on. Reality also conspires against her having more than she can carry on her person – stashes are discovered or accidentally destroyed by what seems like random chance.

The book’s divided more or less in half, with a singular narrative in 2014 New York where Addie has a meet cute with Henry – a 28 year old bohemian bookstore clerk whose made his own (much, much worse) deal with the devil, and as a happy unintended consequence is actually able to remember her – being intercut with flashback chapters telling the wider story of Addie’s three-hundred-year life, how she adapted to her blessing/curse and figured out how to have a life of something other than endlessly freezing and starving in Parisian gutters, and her relationships with Luc.

To lay my cards on the table – Henry is charming, and the book’s New York is fun and appealing, but the historical vignettes really do make the book and elevate it a bit beyond pleasant but forgettable fluff. Partially just because the nature of Addie’s anonymous immortality is so specific, the book has a lot of fun with how she learned to navigate and make the most of it. The utter misery she’d been stuck with and endured also grounds (..maybe not the right word, given the immortality, but you know what I mean) the generally pretty fluffy New York narrative a bit.

Also, given how much I loathe the whole ‘death is what makes life meaningful!’ cliche, I really do appreciate that even after spending however long buried in a snowbank in a Parisian slum perpetually one second away from freezing to death, Addie’s reaction to ‘would you make the same deal again?’ is ‘fuck you, I’m immortal!”.

The plot of the present day New York chapters...exists. If mostly as connective tissue for cute dates and descriptions of bars and art shows; this is really overwhelmingly a character piece, and after that the focus is still more on making specific scenes and vignettes vivid more than any sort of overarching drama. Which isn’t any sort of complaint, to be clear – adding action or high stakes politics or a cosmic battle between good and evil or anything else would have ruined this. The fact that the book keeps its stakes limited to a few specific souls is a huge point in its favour.

The novel’s organized around a romance (I mean, a love triangle, technically), though given the ending I’m not sure it technically qualifies for the weirdly specific criteria for a Romance Novel I’ve been yelled out about in the past. It’s not exactly the sort of love story that’s going to set the world on fire, anyway; though Henry was charming and sympathetic and inoffensive enough to effortlessly vault into my top tier of least annoying romance male love interests.

Luc I think I would have absolutely despised if either Addie had ended up buying into his bullshit or if the narration ever really tried to make you sympathize with him. As is, it’s incredibly to read him as actually sincerely falling sincerely in love with Addie at a certain point, and she basically never stops hating him to the point of going all unreliable narrator and always framing his actions as more Machiavellian and monstrous than they are. It’s great.

It’s not exactly surprising how studiously apolitical the book is, but it did still kind of strike me? Given the span of history involved, I mean – the French Revolution and World War One both intrude on the narrative exclusively as ‘bad news Addie gets out of Paris/Europe to evade’. The only active political stance she’s shown as taking in the entire modern era is returning to France during WW2 to be an anti-nazi spy out of a vague sort of patriotism.

On the one hand oh my god a version of this book that went ‘she’s queer and was alive at the time, so obviously Addie would have been at Stonewall’ would have just been, so so bad lol. But the part of me that loves drama and books that get internet hate campaigns dedicated to them does kind of wish the book had done a bit more with what she (immortal 23-year-old early modern bohemian aesthete runaway peasant girl) actually believes or thinks of the world.

Though the book’s restraint on involving historical events vanishes entirely in the cultural sphere – Beethoven makes an appearance, having sold his soul for artistic genius. I don’t mind this too much, honestly; Addie learning that even if she can’t leave a direct mark she can still inspire people and indirectly shape the world that way is a pretty central theme to the whole book, so it more or less fits. When she justifies why she considers her life worth living, the central element is beauty, she lives for songs and fine meals and paintings and books and films. The occasional intrusion of names I recognize just feels like it fits.

Speaking of: quite possibly my favourite bit of the book is how, at the beginning of each part, there’s a page with a sketch and an auctioneer’s description of a different piece of fine art that Addie had inspired over the course of her long life. Nothing much intelligent to say about them specifically, just that I adored the little touches it added.

Unfortunately, the ending of this was the weakest part of it by leaps and bounds. Just – it would have been damn near perfect, if it just ended two chapters before it did! As is, re contextualizing the entire book as an artifact that exists in universe just makes the entire thing make no sense at all (also, my god, can you imagine being Robbie or Henry’s family and reading how you’re portrayed in his ‘novel’?) But even beyond that, it felt like the book had reached a natural, nicely bittersweet ending, and then spent the last ten pages furiously trying to backtrack and make it as unambiguous and upbeat as possible. A damn shame.

Anyway, not a revelatory read or anything, but with that exception very fun and well-put together.

#book review #v.e. schwab #sff #book club #romance #the invisible life of addie larue

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soldier-poet-king · 14 days

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Someome tell me I'm being ridiculous worrying abt this POTENTIAL event which is more than a full calendar year away

Stressed myself out abt all the work stuff I was blogging abt earlier today

None of it is insurmountable but I DO worry about it because it's very much freedom of information core of the profession vs optics and playing nice with where we get money

I knew this was part of the job I think I'm more nervous actually faced with it, having not met with my boss yet to discuss it (and I KNOW he'll support me and will be willing to offer advice)

Partially just adjusting ig to the higher expectations and responsibility of this position. I asked for it. I'm not complaining. It's just new and I have 0 self confidence and am afraid of bothering my colleagues, even tho I know I have the foundational skills and adaptability to thrive here

Long term this is worrying beyond just this one project, because I /need/ everything about this position to work out well

I'm technically on a long term contract rn til fall 2025. Full time salaried with benefits, but technically a contract. That's how most ppl start off at my workplace.

There's no guarantee that it'll turn into another contract or smthn permanent. But it's not unheard of, even if it's via a transfer to another sub-department in the institution.

So I want everything to go well and all the fancy higher ups to like me so if a position DOES open up I can be the top contender for it

I want that not just for career wise. But also being paid and having money for rent reasons. My current place has a great union and decent contracts. I'm not loaded but I have enough to live decently and save long-term. I'd like to stay here if possible.

If a new position doesn't materialize at the end of this. I'm worried about housing? Given the lease cycles of 12 months, it'll be right in the middle of my next lease (assuming I rented the place I'm at now).

I'm petrified of having to move back in with my family. AGAIN.

It almost killed me once after grad school. I can't do it again. I'll be nearly 30 at that point. I can't do it.

Ive only been moved out for 5 days and I'm already just breathing easier, shoulders relaxing, I feel so much lighter.

But. All of this is like. A potential dependent on another potential dependent on another potential that is all more than a year away

And YET I can't calm down my brain is like you must sit here in AGONY and rethink these thoughts in circles until you solve it and come to a different conclusion than the only one available (I have to try my best and wait to see how things go. I can't do anything about it ATM)

But my brain refuses I am forced to sit here and rethink and rethink and rethink until I discover some secret solution that will magically ease my anxiety, if only I think it over just one more time..just one more time. Just one more time

Damn John green was right ocd thought patterns really are turtles all the way down

#the duality of fran #dont even get me started on my more regular ocd compilations #compulsions #this is like #.vacation. comparatively #wahhhhh

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angel-and-the-serpent · 5 months

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Hey! I saw what you wrote with Crowley and Aziraphale being in a cabin in the middle of a windstorm! I think this ask is gonna be inspired off of that, but if you could write something about Crowley having fun outside in a middle of a windstorm and Aziraphale just trying to get him to come inside the bookshop and Crowley being a little shit and ends up ultimately dragging Azi in the wind with him and fluff ensues? Thank you!

Lovelies, I did it. i wrote an entire ficlet? oneshot? fanfic idek, SOMETHING for this wonderful anon, I hope you like it, and please dont be scared to send in more, I love doing these --------------------- Soho Windstorm Length: 715 words Context warnings: Language

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It had been a normal day so far. As far as you could consider a normal day for an angel and a demon. That was until a windstorm somehow got knocked off its path and ended up in Soho, how? Aziraphale could only imagine. Though, he thought as he stared out the window, eyebrows furrowed, it had to do with the man dancing in the wind,

Crowley was having the best time she had had in over 6000 years.

Yes, admittedly he had diverted the windstorm, but eh fuck it, if anyone found out, he did it for demonic reasons. Crowley was dancing in the wind. Dancing, not on a pinhead, but in the middle of an empty Soho street while a windstorm caused chaos around him.

He wasn't really dancing, not really, but more like, doing what he wanted. Spinning in circles, shouting at the top of his lungs, that's what it mostly consisted of, The wind whipped his face, leaves swarming and battering his shoes as he did his own thing in the wind.

Crowley felt a sense of freedom, he was always provided with some sort of freedom by the wind, a breeze on the hottest day, a short fast blast through a fan, it always provided him happiness, he didn't know where it came from, but he wasn't against it.

Crowley paused mid-spin as he saw his angel staring at him through the bookshelf window, he raised a single eyebrow at her angel, smirking as he raised a singular arm outwards, as an invitation, seeing whether her angel would come out into the wind and be wild, let go of the worries, let the thought of Armageddon, of looming danger from their minds “No” the angel mouthed at the demon with a small internal smile, “Come inside, you silly demon” *come inside where it’s warm, come in, and we can drink, and I can play the record you like…the one about nightingales* The demon laughed, jogging over to the bookshop door and pulling it open, gusts of strong wind shooting in and disrupting the nearby papers, to which Aziraphale let out a strangled gasp/ cry of “Crowley, dear really?!” The demon laughed, grabbing her angel’s wrist, pulling them outside the comfort of their bookshelf and into the winds outside, laughing at the angel's cries as the bookshop doors were miracled shut. “C’mon angel!” the demon yelled, pulling Aziraphale by the hands into the wind, “loosen up, angel!” “Dear, let me back inside!” the angel pleaded, with a fleeting look back at his book shop, before he was startled by Crowley's body wrapping itself around his in a tight hug, “2 more minutes?” Crowley asked, “Then we can go drink?” Aziraphale let out a small murmur in response Crowley laughed, releasing her angel and spinning on the spot, whooping and laughing, the angel stood to the side, huddling himself under the awning of a building, watching his demon with soft eyes and a small smile to join them, he loved - uh…liked, seeing his friend…his demon like this, free of the burdens hell gave him, free of all the pain on his shoulders, just openly himself, just openly happy. “Shit!” Crowley laughed as the wind got harder, “Get inside, get inside it’s bloody freezing” “I told you!” Aziraphale scolded letting them both into the warmth of the bookshop and deadbolting the door behind them, He miracled the record played to start the familiar hum of a song Crowley was partial to, as the demon sat down on the sofa, perking up with a wide grin as the familiar notes of the song he had introduced to them in 1941 played though the record player, “You don't have the record” he laughed, leaning forward with a smirk and a glint in his yellow eyes, “Bought it yesterday” the angel said, *just for you* “What one is it today?” Crowley asked, referring to the wine, “I’ll go have a look,” Aziraphale said, walking away, further into the shop, leaving Crowley on the sofa with a grin on his face, as he listened to the familiar voice play…

The streets of town were paved with stars It was such a romantic affair And when you turned and smiled at me A nightingale sang in Berkeley square

I hope you liked it anon!! - Angel

#good omens #angels fanfics #fanfic #angel speaks #good omens fanfiction #windstorm #aziracrow #david tennant #michael sheen #berkley square #berkeley square i cant spell

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Short Meta-Reading on Twin Dragons

Ever since I read this post, I just can't stop thinking about how Draken and Mitsuya are destined to be together.

I'm not claiming I am an expert in pictograph and such, but I just search for the Kanji for 隆 (Takashi) and 龍 (Ryuu, as in Ryuuguuji).

They are listed as cognates.

This little fun fact, changed everything for me.

Because at first, I couldn't figure out the reason why Mitsuya draw the dragon mural at the first place. I used to think that it was because of his Shio (Chinese Zodiac), but Mitsuya was born in 1990 and the animal for that year was Horse, not Dragon. I also considered that he was partially inspired by Black Dragons, but thinking about his personality and the timeline-wise, it couldn't be possible.

Until I found out that Takashi Mitsuya himself is essentially a dragon.

He was not inspired by anything.

He was born creative, possibly in the age where he was burst with ideas and he wanted to express it out. But life was not kind to him. He didn't have the freedom he deserved.

Instead of being out there and having the opportunities to do things he wanted to do, he was burdened with two little sisters to take care of. He was burdened with the role of parents that he never wanted.

(This is my word choice, I'm pretty sure Mitsuya himself would never call it a burden)

He drew that mural to free himself, longing for freedom that he never got.

He was that dragon, wanting to soar up to the sky.

Meeting Ken Ryuuguuji was one of the most pivotal point in Takashi Mitsuya's life.

Ryuuguuji had seen past through him. He saw how Mitsuya cared about his little sisters, worrying about them. He saw past every pretense and just straight-up telling Mitsuya, about how lucky he was (which later, we'll know Mitsuya said the similar thing to Hakkai, "I told you to not to hate the situation you were born into, like a show-off. But in reality, I really hated mine.").

I will need to compose another post to determine whether Mitsuya met Ryuuguuji first or Hakkai first, but the end result would still be the same: Ryuuguuji taught him about how lucky Mitsuya was.

The impact of Mitsuya and Ryuuguuji meeting was so powerful, we essentially got, not only one, but two very important character in Tokyo Revengers.

A determined, strong-willed Mitsuya to stand with Ryuuguji as equal one day, a promise about being a delinquent who cared about his family.

And to engrave that promise, he tattooed the dragon that always gonna be his namesake.

Unbeknownst to him, that Ryuuguuji had also felt represented by the same mural.

I have a feeling that Mitsuya had never anticipated them getting twinning tattoo, because he never knew how Ryuuguuji name was written. He never thought the possibility of other people claiming his dragon, because for Mitsuya, the dragon was always a representation of his own name.

In the end, Mitsuya gave the tattoo up because Ryuuguuji was right, he did trade the Karubidon with the mural. And the first step to gain Ryuuguuji's trust and friendship was to do what he had said.

Draken was Draken we knew now, because of that tattoo. He was reborn, rebranding himself to be the legendary Draken from the Fourth Middle School, because he met Mitsuya.

Later, we all know, Draken was one of the most notorious delinquent, the vice-president of Toman.

I used to think that chapter 122 was a filler chapter, a bridge between two arcs, it was nothing more than Wakui's way to connect the characters.

But the knowledge of their name meaning, the literal twinning dragon in their names, makes me thinking that Wakui had always planned to build their relationship that way.

And it warmed my heart, that even with the whole Takemichi and Mikey resetting the timelines, Draken and Mitsuya are always meant to meet first, because that was what Wakui had always intended.

Twin Dragons backstory is one of the most beautiful relationship Ken Wakui had ever created. And whether you shipped them romantically or platonically, you can not deny that they were always destined to be together.

#meta reading #chapter 122 #twin dragons #draken #ken ryuguji #ken ryuuguji #mitsuya takashi #takashi mitsuya #doramitsu #draken x mitsuya #tokyo revengers

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bg3 / dnd verse?

A rundown of Clint's Forgotten Realms / DnD / BG3 verse. Name: Clinton Francis Barton Race: Human (variant human) Age: Unknown... appears around his 40s. Class: Fighter ( Arcane Archer ) [ base class ] + Rogue ( Scout ) multiclass Background: Urchin / Criminal / Witchlight Hand Notes; he is deaf, with only partial hearing in one ear, he knows several sign languages, he can/uses lip reading a lot for several languages once he knows that is being spoken (he knows common, elvish, sylvan, undercommon, and thieves cant), he does speak verbally but there's a distinct tone to his voice

Clint Barton was born to a butcher in the trading town of Triboar of Northern Sword Coast. His childhood, shared along with his brother, was not the easiest nor happiest of childhood's. Their father, Harold, made the boys work the family butchery business from a quite young age and were often the victims of their father's furious drunken fit.

An accident would befall the Barton family killing Clint and Barney's parents to which would find them in th local orphanage, whom swiftly labelled them as trouble makers and dashed their hope of finding another home. This is where Clint's real tale begins.

Fed up with the orphanage, Barney runs away and Clint goes with him. This is when the boys stumble upin a circus, but not just any traveling circus. The boys stumble upon the Witchlight Carnival and instead of merely being guests of the carnival, they find themelves working for the carnival, they find themselves becoming apart of the Witchlight along with becoming part of the Feywild domain of Prismeer.

Clint and Barney both find themselves until the tutlege of men, unknown in origin, called the Swordsman and Trickshot from the Witchlight Carnival. The boys grow up here. Barney becomes one of the Witchlight's most valuable pickpockets while Clint becomes their star as Hawkeye. When the boys are in their mid twenties, things start to sour between Trickshot and Swordsman as well as the owners of the Witchlight.

Clint reveals that Swordsman and Trickshot had been stealing from the Witchlight's own profits for themselves. Barney and Clint both get caught in the crossfire, with Barney siding with Swordsman and Trickshot, all of whom "resign" from the carnival and leaving behind Clint with the debt of Barney, Trickshot, and Swordsman (damning him to pay off and be stuck with the Witchlight).

For a long time, Clint lives and travels with the carnival, only being able to leave for single days at a time until one visit he finds tracks of his brother Barney and sees an opportunity to propose a way to earn his freedom. A deal is strcuk that if he could bring back Barney, Trickshot, and Swordsman to the Witchlight then he'd be free, that they allow him longer leaves from the carnival to follow their tracks. Part of this deal involves a contract that at any given moment the owners may summon Clint back to the carnival and he must check in and complete any additional missions for them.

Clint's aging has been halted due to this deal, but all his years of watching the carnival and the other inhabitants have left him clever. He knows how to steal away time, hide away from the prying ears and eyes of the Fey and the Witchlight. He's made a name for himself in Faerun, and seek more than anything an escape of carnival sertitude, than repaying and bring Barney back to the Carnival; although he will seek out Trickshot and Swordsman for how they've hurt him, how they've twisted his brothre away from him, and see that they get what's coming for him.

While his time traveling among the Sword Coast, Clint has bcome a heroic adventurer in his own right and even has made an allyship with the organization known as the Harpers; he is a harper himself due to his unique ties to the Witchlight and the Feywild. It's through the Harpers that he hopes may lead him to find a permanent escape and an ending solution to being bound to the Witchlight.

NOW HOW DOES HE WORK FOR A BG3 SETTING ? SIMPLE.

While tracking a lead given by him to one of his Harper contacts, feeling like he was hot on Swordsman's tail.

Two options for BG3.

OPTION 1 // He is tadpoleed. He gets intersected by mindflayer's and end up on the Mindflayer ship. He gets tadpoled, which solves his Witchlight problem since the tadpole is spicy and I am the DM, and since that's how it somewhat works. Act two; he will be recognized by Jaheira. Act three; he will be at home with the circus as well as further pursue the Swordsman' trail. He's a heroic type of character anyways, so worrying the mindflayer invasion is huge for him.

OPTION 2 // Not tadpoled. One of the Witchlight's most valuable performers or maybe one half of the owners was abducted by mind flayers, meaning given Clint's unique contract with the Witchlight; he is told to halt tracking Swordsman and instead get to the bottom of the missing owner/attraction, and that's how he ends up traveling with the tadpoled party as his investigation leads to the Absolute party and goblin camp. Will be recognized by Jaheira still and you know Mind-flayere colony, with which Clint makes another deal to be allowed to carry out taking on the Absolute (wrapping up the trail to the Swordsman) before his return to the Witchlight, act three will have similar circus related events.

A reminder that I know the Wild beyond the Witchlight book somewhat, hence why I chose the Witchlight, and that the owners of the Witchlight are technically chaotic good; hence why Clint is allowed some freedoms, but there's a lot of deals and contracts and other fey-fuckery involved hence why he is still tied to it; but why he'd be given leave to pursue the events of BG3.

This is all rough and subject to change, but a general idea. Important bits are he'd probably end up aligned with the Harpers in a faerun setting; he's a archer by fighter class (not ranger); the "only magic" he can do is what comes with the Arcane Archer (which is literally a cantrip and the trickshots/magic arrows) and he's a multi class into rogue as well (its that sneak attack bonus baby and he was a thief lol); since dex fighter/rogue whose primarily an archer makes sense for Clint A LOT. I am right on this.

#[ ABOUT ] Verse bios tag #[ VERSE; DND ] Come here the tale of the heroic Hawkeye; star attraction of the whimsical Witchlight #here have this.#it doesn't make the most sense but i have a lot of write ups i wanna do

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Yandere Dainsleif x Reader

tw: toxic relationships, and lots of sadg

Written by: Eve

Fate is not kind.

It is a fact for life; Celestia’s failure of preventing the rise of the cataclysm millenniums ago, and them playing havoc at Khaenri’ah.

Dainsleif came to realize that ironically, Celestia was not at fault, but fate. For it cannot be changed or altered, and it goes as ever as it shall.

He hated it. He was angry at the world for cursing him to immortality, for destroying his homeland, for destroying all his people. At one point, Dainsleif nearly tried to achieve his own apotheosis, to reweave the strands of fate.

Until, as fate would have it, he met (Name). After their fated meeting, he never went against it ever again.

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The ideomotor theory states that the brain, just like how it reacts to tangibles, can also react to ideas. And the very effect of it can bypass the part of the brain that is used for conscious behavior. It goes to show that people will impulsively respond to mental representations that only exists in their brains. Simply put, sometimes its all just in your head.

(Name) was always intrigued with this theory, because to her, it summed up Dainsleif’s irrational and petty thoughts.

“What do you mean, I’ll escape?” This is about the sixth time (Name)’s trying to convince Dain to let them out of the house.

To his credit, living with Dainsleif was not torturous, albeit involuntarily. He’s made sure that they had three proper meals per day, resources for their research, and -this is the part that almost led (Name) to think he deserves redemption - a very comfy bed. (Name) calls it their “politically-correct” bed, much to Dainsleif’s amusement.

It gets complicated when they share it, though.

“I’ve told you my reasons. You’re not going out,” says Dainsleif. He crosses his arms, which was considerably a futile attempt at emphasizing his point, because (Name) is practically used to his little stoic gestures for the past year.

“What makes you think that I’ll run away?” they scowl.

“You’ve tried it a couple of times before.”

“It could be different this time. It could just be a genuine want to walk outside like a normal person.” (Name) says, sardonicism dripping off their voice towards the end. “I like your compelling argument here, Dain. Maybe give me one more reason?”

“Because you hate me.” A beat of silence.

(Name) knows this is partially true. Of course they would, wouldn’t they? He’s forced them to live in his home, and had restricted their own rights and freedom.

There are other feelings involved, though. At first, they think it’s sympathy, because they’re aware of his tragic past. It doesn’t justify his actions, but they understand. Later, that sympathy morphs into something else entirely, but (Name) doesn’t know what exactly.

“Fine, we’re going together.” (Name) says. “I’m going out regardless of whatever you say, and you can supervise me like some kid.”

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Dainsleif is aware of sin.

He’s also aware that, as he’s wrapping an arm around (Name), pulling them closer to his side, he’s committing the act of sin itself.

(Name) is a free person. However much (Name) wants to keep from him, he knows their innermost desires and dreams. And however much he tries, Dainsleif’s own goals are vastly different from hers. Even if his love was reciprocated, they were bound to walk different paths eventually. Which is why, out of desperation, Dainsleif does what he needs to do.

They don’t belong with him. Trapped in a cage. What Dainsleif has done, was to meticulously trample their wings.

Which is why (Name)’s never offered to do anything together. Sometimes, they don’t even want to sit at the same table during mealtimes. On multiple occasions, they’ve gotten so angry that they’ve lost the ability to speak. It was a perennial issue; (Name) is very mutinous, and he doesn’t blame her.

But as they make their way through the streets thronged with people from all walks of life, he feels an inherent need to keep them away from the world, away from the two of them. His first mistake during the fall of Khaenri’ah is, after all, letting his guard down. (Name) looks uncomfortable in his arms, but he takes no notice.

If saving them is a sin, he would gladly become a sinner.

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“Caught you.”

This is the seventh time that (Name) has tried to escape, and, failed. But today will be different. Today, they take a stand.

Dainsleif’s eyes widen. Years of enmity have persisted between them, but never, not once, have they’ve drawn their blade. (Name)’s sword reflects their eyes, burning in contrast to Dainsleif’s somber ones.

“Leave,” they say softly, “I don’t want to fight you.”

To (Name)’s annoyance, Dainsleif appears indifferent. They thought it would’ve provoked a much more... mawkish reaction. Almost as if, (Name) thinks, as their heart drops to their stomach, he expected it.

(Name) has lost. They’ve lost the moment they’ve set foot outside the threshold of the house, when they’ve expected a modicum of success in a fight against him. They never see it coming. A blur of blue, and they’re thrown onto the ground. Dainsleif’s fingers wound around their wrists, body heavy against theirs, pinning them firmly under himself.

“Don’t struggle.” Dainsleif says, nonchalant as if this were any other day. “It’ll make things easier for the both of us.”

“Why do you do this to me?” A sob wrenches itself out of (Name). Something finally snaps in them, the very last of their sanity gone. “What did I ever do to you?”

Dainsleif is unrelenting against their struggling body, but there is a brief moment of sorrow, a crack in his cold demeanor.

“I need you,” he starts. (Name)’s heard these words hundreds, thousands of time, always in a conciliating tone. Every time, they seem hollow and meaningless.

What of my needs?

“I’m doing all of this, for us. For you.”

I never asked for any of this.

“We can stay together like how it is right now. I’ll treat you well, (Name), I promise.”

I can’t do this anymore.

“We can go out together on weekends, and you can pick whichever place you want to go. Just, please, don’t run away from me.”

I want my life back.

“I’ll protect you.”

I don’t need your protection.

I just need you to love me.

Worlds crash at the last thought.

(Name) loves Dainsleif.

It dawns on them, slowly and ominously. The love was consequential from Dainsleif’s cruel actions, of his persistence in keeping them with him.

It’s not normal. The love between them is twisted, warped, but they accept it. It is fate, after all.

(Name) stops struggling against Dainsleif. As if understanding their thoughts, he buries his head into the crook of their neck, his hair tickling against their ear. A symbol of requited love, culminating over the years.

“Stay,” he says.

Obedient as a shadow, they do.

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guys i know there’s obvious references to honkai and maybe some other stuff but dont mind them LMAO

#yandere x reader #genshin yandere #dainsleif x y/n #yandere dainsleif #yandere genshin impact #eves works

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Here's the published Chapter 1 for Of Death, Heroes, and Pork Cutlets.

Here's part of Chapter 2 I managed to write almost three years ago, and drabbles describing what would've continued after that point.

As always with my fics or AUs, warnings apply. Especially for this one, since it's rated E for explicit descriptions of blood and gore.

The institution of the Japanese police often gets flack for essentially being the clean-up crew in the aftermath of a villain attack. The lackeys of law enforcement in the day of pro heroes.

However, there are special teams the government directly created, designated to assist the heroes, nearly being heroes themselves. The SAT, or Special Assault Team, originally created in 1977 for a national safeguard against terrorism, was partially repurposed in 1996 during the rise of quirks.

In 2017, a few years after heroes were finally starting to be formally recognized by police, the government decided first to supervise the actions of the top heroes using the SAT just in case they went rouge.

SAT members were also among the casualties of the first great attack from █████████.

Once trust was further built between the police and the pro heroes with the founding of the Hero Public Safety Commission, the seedlings of the institutionalization of hero training, and governmental registration, instead of being watchdogs, in 2043, they became allies.

As the views of police began to shift more in favor of heroes instead of police, the SAT shifted further into the shadows until they became relatively unheard of. The first officially-recognized underground heroes were members of SAT who decided to utilize some of the freedoms heroism gave them while still associating heavily with the police.

By 2100, the name SAT had disappeared from many vocabularies. By 2175, it seemed almost as though they were nonexistent to the general public. By now, barely a Japanese citizen, even among the prefectural police, would know what you’re talking about. Some police even have stories of training with comrades who suddenly just left, deciding against continuing their training, without knowledge that they were accepting a new training altogether.

However, underground and certain pro heroes are aware of the existence of the SAT. The top trusted heroes, rated on a different scale than the publicity ratings, all acquire knowledge and potential usage of the SAT when the situation cannot be handled by a group of heroes alone, especially if the knowledge of the situation is not viable for other heroes except the one raising the alert. The SAT are often called on for Level 4 to Level 5 threats, or issues in which extreme secrecy is required.

All █████████ terrorist attacks have qualified for Level 5 alerts and the need for extreme secrecy.

And at the moment, despite being a Level 4 alert, the apparent reawakening of the dead also requires extreme secrecy.

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The area is blocked off.

SAT specialists were brought in as soon as All Might had given additional information on the presumed quirk in question, and the specialists make sure that not a single sight, sound, or smell of the event is open for public eyes. They use their quirks to cause people to subliminally turn a blind eye or put up innocuous detour signs further away. Some roads are suddenly under construction. Some street lights suddenly stop working and need repairs. Nothing out of the ordinary.

A straight line of SAT officers stand at each end of the little tunnelway, all decked out in combat gear that could take a beating and armed with both bullets and tranquilizer darts. Bullets usually weren’t brought out, only used for if no other option was viable.

Quite frankly, they aren’t sure what options are viable. Training had prepared them for living combatants, after all.

“Fuckin’ hell...of all things. Of all things, it’s this. Shit. Should be thankful this happened at this location with All Might in particular present. For all intents and purposes, this is—”

The officer is given a subtle elbow to the side, the man choking on his muttered words.

“Don’t. Don’t say it.” The other officer grits her teeth behind her helmet. “Don’t say anything that could jinx this right now.”

There’s only two people between them and the other line of their comrades, each trusting the other to be careful. The first, the No. 1 hero of Japan, All Might. As the SAT is well aware of his limitations, he’s still in his deflated form, shadowed eyes staring straight at the other person, his phone in his hand.

Said other person is still groaning intermittently, his sickly pink brain matter exposed to the world and blood staining his white undershirt a very deep red. The crack in his skull runs all the way from somewhere under his bushy mess of green hair to the unfortunately crumpled nose smushed against his face like an abandoned post-it note.

Getting rid of the slime villain was an easy task—simply tossing the bottles to the officers for them to take to jail. The boy had followed the movements of his hands, however, so caution had keyed everyone up except for the short, lanky corpse himself. Especially when those pale, sea-foam eyes had settled right back on All Might.

“Hhhh...nnh...hhh…”

His skin’s gained a terrible pallor with so much of his blood coming out of his body. His nose dribbles with it, and it seeps out of his mouth, though most of it had spurt out from the initial damage to his head. He stumbles on unsteady feet, trying to stand up straight but being unable to for long periods of time.

An officer, carefully watching, brings her intercom up to her mouth. Her voice comes out of the top of the heavily armored car. “All Might, thank you for your patience,” she begins. “We’ll start the apprehension process.”

All Might nods firmly in reply, still staring at the boy.

“Hhhhhmm...nnaaAAah…”

...Is this some curse, All Might wonders. Because in all his years of being a hero, he has never once seen a quirk like this. At least, he assumes it’s a quirk.

Right?

Because he is not going to let himself fall into superstition. He’s doing his best to consider this situation logically, as illogical as it is. Even so, he’s only known of quirks that extend a person’s life span if they are alive. After all, that was the only way his former nemesis had been alive for so long. But he’s never seen a quirk that brings one back from the dead, especially not so half-heartedly.

The boy groans up at him, and he holds in a shudder.

No...he won’t let horror movies influence him in this real life situation. He has to think pragmatically.

Like how the boy has yet to look away from him, yet has not moved to attack him. The boy can clearly see despite the foam green color of his irides and the white shade that has overtaken his pupils. He’s only stumbled and tried to stay up straight, all the while staring up at him.

“...Young boy?”

He stays staring, wide open. All Might sees a resemblance between the boy’s current appearance and that of a dead, rotting market fish.

“Young boy… Young Midoriya, can you hear me?”

--- ---

And that's what I managed to finish.

Anyway, here's where it was gonna go.

Izuku's body seems to respond to his question with some more mindless groaning, but he realizes it's starting to sound somewhat like a word. The lines of SAT officers steadily close in as he tries to understand.

The more he hears it...the more it sounds like he's trying to say..."all"?

All Might? No...he has to be overthinking it.

Meanwhile, behind the defensive lines, the clean-up crew arrives. They're the ones who will be cleaning up Izuku's blood and waste before checking the sewage lines for his potentially biohazardous blood.

One of the people who arrived for the clean-up had been eating lunch in the van. They had just a bit of it left, that being a few pork buns. One of the others (eh, how about Chide) chide him for bringing food to a death scene, wondering how he could do it.

Meanwhile the guy...eh, let's call him Bun Man. Bun Man says something along the lines of "Dead body or no dead body, I've gotta eat to clean it up."

All Might gets a notice from the encroaching SAT members that the cleaning crew has arrived. He reports that he understands.

As he feels regret over the current condition of Izuku's body, he sees the boy's nose twitch. Though it's crinkled up against his bleeding face, it still moves a bit.

He sees the pale pupils in the body's eyes tremble, then constrict.

The deceased, who had been swaying harmlessly just moments before, suddenly turns his head with an audible crack. A low groan leaves his gaping mouth, startling the SAT team, who firm up their stance.

Izuku's body turns away from All Might and starts walking toward the line.

The SAT team he's facing calls out for him to stop moving, but he keeps stumbling toward them.

In an attempt to get him to stop, All Might contemplates grabbing him. His memories of watching zombie movies makes him not want to. After all, if he gets bitten and turned into something, he still has some of his energy left. What if he goes wild?

But he's not stopping his forward stumble. Perhaps he really did imagine the boy trying to say something. Had to be his own guilt.

...At the very least, he could keep his body from doing things that would endanger others. He'd just have to focus on not getting bitten.

So, All Might takes off his shirt--not like they haven't seen his dilapidated body before, anyway--and wraps it around one of his arms. The cloth should be able to keep the teeth from biting too hard once he grabs him.

He then goes for it, grabbing hold of Izuku's limp left arm, his wrapped arm going around his collarbones.

Izuku's body stops.

All Might starts to br--

Izuku's body steps forward again, dragging him.

He feels the shirt get wet with Izuku's almost completely drained blood and, apparently, saliva.

All Might's still not inflated, but he has some energy left for his quirk. Of course he'd be a bit weak when it comes to stopping him in such a form.

So, All Might inflates, using his quirk to become buff again.

Izuku's body stops short of stumbling forward, shoulders going slack.

The SAT team starts moving in a bit faster, seeing that the deceased has been constrained. All Might starts to say it's all ri--

Izuku's body lets out a groan, and he stomps down.

His step causes the concrete below him to crack. Most importantly, he drags All Might--inflated and using his quirk--forward for that step. And the next one. And the next one.

He starts stumbling faster as the groans turn to snarls. And All Might, to his shock, cannot stop him. Even as he digs his feet into the ground, using the full force of his weight (over 500 lbs in his buff form), the body trudges forward. At least he strains, but the fact anyone's able to pull against All Might in this form at all shocks the SAT members.

Their team leader approves of lethal retaliation as soon as All Might cannot hold on any longer. They'll shield All Might to prevent him from getting killed, but the kid, or what's left of him, has to go.

The boy's gaping maw lets out snarls now, saliva dripping as he lowers onto his hands and feet, crawling forward against All Might's strength and weight. His fingers shred against the ground, but they're bloodless and pale, leaving little more than pulpy, fleshy residue. His nails loosen and fall off from the strain.

But he continues forward.

All Might pulls with all his strength, but despite that, he continues.

Steam starts coming off his body, and he curses.

"Shit... Shit!"

His body weakens in a puff of smoke.

Silence...

Then Izuku's body bursts forth from the mist, mouth agape as a shrill shriek echoes in the tunnel.

The SAT team immediately begin non-lethal retaliation in an effort to get eyes on All Might before they shoot. But Izuku's suddenly quite fast.

And he's strong, too.

He bulldozes right through the line, even when a guy with a strength quirk tries to stop him. His lanky body acts like he's not there at all, running forward.

The cleaning crew, seeing this, begin to scramble to hide or avoid him as more SAT crew take aim.

Izuku's body runs right toward one of the guys who tripped and fell, now screaming bloody murder.

His mouth opens wider.

Several crew take the shot, hitting their marks.

Izuku's head explodes into gore. His body falls to the ground in a frump of limbs, right at the feet of the guy he was running at.

The man stares in shock at the now headless body. Well, mostly headless. The bottom jaw was still clinging to the bottom of his neck.

He starts to sag, and the SAT team starts moving in.

But then he cries out in shock and horror. All Might looks over from where he is in the tunnel, stumbling to his feet to go and...try...something.

Izuku's body hasn't stopped moving.

His hand, worn down to reveal the tips of his finger bones, cling to the man's ankle. His other hand reaches up, grasping his other calf. He cries out for help as someone takes a shot at the body's chest.

The headless body doesn't even flinch as it crawls up onto the man. Now, they can't take any shots except to kill them both.

The guy begs for help as the mostly headless body gets on top of him. The tongue in its bottom jaw lolls out, seeming longer than before and much too prehensile. The throat gurgles above him, and the man begs to not have his face eaten off...

But the body's face crawls past him.

Instead, it approaches his hand.

Just as the man starts to beg to not have his hand eaten, the body's suddenly barbed tongue shoots out, making him scream.

A SAT members shoots.

It hits the body in the shoulder, but that doesn't deter it.

Instead, it drags the thing it caught with its tongue closer...

The box with the man's remaining pork buns in it.

The raw, fleshy fingers stumble over getting the box open, and the man, scared, stiltedly tries to get from under the body. Of course, with the blood and bile and waste, it smells disgusting, and he almost vomits. But he holds back enough to move, even able to adjust the body to get from under it.

The instant he has space, he backs away.

But the body isn't paying attention to him.

Instead, it has gotten the pork bun box open and is ripping the remaining buns apart before swallowing the pieces. It even puts a bun against the base of its head and allows the tongue to pull it in, swallowing it whole.

Once all the buns are gone, the body sits back on its knees.

Then, it twitches.

The bullet in its shoulder falls out.

So do the other bullets that shot into it.

The flesh around its jaw gurgles, and blood starts to drip from its destroyed fingertips. Then, with crackling and wet noises, the body shifts and changes...growing something...

Within seconds, the body forms a new head.

However, unlike the one the body perhaps had before, it now has a jagged, pale scar from the top of it's hairline head down past its nose and toward its upper lip.

When it...when he sighs, he sounds relieved.

He sags to the side, flopping over quietly.

Everyone stares, frozen, and in shock. Then, the SAT squad leader calls on them to move in, and they quickly go forward, cuffing the boy's wrists and binding him in as many ways possible.

All Might sits back, aghast.

Then, he looks at his hands.

Wh...

What in the world just happened?

#odhapc #zombie au #au post 1 #static writes #static drabbles #bnha au #mha au #bnha

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Are the ArchieSonic comics actually an 80's/90's syndicated cartoon? Episode 31: Time travel to the distant future year of 2000 (part two)

Welcome back to my look at the ArchieSonic comic series, and how it shared a lot of the same story tropes as a typical ‘80s or ‘90s syndicated cartoon! Today I’m continuing my look at time travel stories by following Silver the Hedgehog’s movements across time throughout the series.

Silver made his first appearance at the end of Sonic #194, travelling to Sonic’s time 200 years in Silver’s past to try and eliminate a “traitor” who had supposedly betrayed the Freedom Fighters.

At first he thought this was Sonic, but after fighting alongside him against Scourge, Silver decided he may have false information and went back to the future to do more research.

…heh. “Back to the future.” See what I did there?

He next showed up in Sonic Universe #5, coming to the aid of King Sonic and his family in an alternate reality set 30 years in Sonic’s future.

Silver managed to stop an assassination plot against Sonic instigated by the Dark Presence’s vengeful leader, Lien-Da.

But not long after his heroic moment, Silver was knocked out by an undercover agent posing as Sonic’s staff and spent most of the rest of that arc unconscious. 😛

However he did wake up in time to help out King Sonic and his new team of Freedom Fighters in the fight against Tikhaos, an unstable fusion of Tikal and Perfect Chaos that had flooded the world in Silver’s time.

Our first actual look at Silver’s future didn’t come until Sonic #215, when we saw him continuing his investigation to find the supposed traitor in the Freedom Fighters. While the world was no longer flooded it was still in ruins, and Angel Island was now partially submerged and renamed Onyx Island (as seen in Sonic Rivals). Silver decided to try and fix everything by going after Rotor this time, believing him to be a traitor just because his friends used to call him “Boomer.”

Look, I don’t like boomers either. But if you think that killing them will save the future then…

…actually, you might be onto something. :P

When that lead didn’t pan out and Silver returned to his own time we were introduced to his two mentors.

The first one was the echidna Edmund, the last Guardian of Onyx Island. While it was never officially confirmed, it was strongly hinted at that Edmund was the grandson of Knuckles and Julie-Su, and son of their daughter Lara-Su and Vector’s son Argyle.

The second mentor turned out to be even more surprising - a supposedly reformed Mammoth Mogul, trying to atone for the role his inaction played in the world’s ruination.

Silver’s next trip to the past (but from our point of view, still Sonic’s future) was in Sonic Universe #25. It ended up being another journey to an alternate reality where Knuckles had gone mad with power and become Enerjak again, wiping out almost the entire population of the planet. Silver teamed up with the local resistance against him, led by Lara-Su (calling herself Jani-Ca these days).

While Silver initially struggled going one on one with Enerjak, he eventually thought of his mentors’ teachings and managed to defeat Enerjak by turning his own power against him.

It’s worth mentioning that we first saw this version of Lara-Su back in Sonic #106, where she had also travelled back in time to try and prevent her dark timeline from occurring.

Much like Silver she had had bad information on what had happened, believing that Knuckles had been assassinated by Constable Remington when he had actually been trying to prevent an assassination.

She returned to her own timeline where her mother admitted the truth to her that Knuckles hadn’t been murdered at all but was actually the one who was taking over the world.

Silver returned to his mission of taking down the traitor in Sonic #235, when he uncovered “evidence” that Antoine was the one that had destroyed the Freedom Fighters. Mammoth Mogul gave him permission to return to the past to investigate, but getting tired of all of Silver’s previous incorrect accusations, told him that this time if he went he would have to remain in the past until he finally had gotten this right. Silver agreed and was sent back to Sonic’s time, where he immediately went to Sonic with his accusations.

…Sonic, quite understandably, did not take this well. He did however acknowledge that Silver had been right about one thing - with all the recent losses the team had taken, the Freedom Fighters were effectively finished. Silver was disheartened that he’d been wrong again, but was given new hope when he was approached by Harvey Who, the former head of King Max’s Secret Intelligence Division.

Having been pulled out of retirement by the deposed King Elias, Harvey offered to help Silver with his mission in return for him joining his Secret Freedom Fighter team.

Silver accepted and joined the effort to undermine the newly crowned King Naugus while Harvey Who investigated the supposed traitor among the Freedom Fighters.

With Harvey’s help Silver finally discovered the truth - the Freedom Fighter who had caused his bleak future was none other than Sally Acorn.

She had saved the world in Sonic #230 when she had destroyed Robotnik’s world roboticiser, but in doing so she had created a different apocalypse when the beam was inverted on her and turned her into the murderous robot Mecha Sally. This would ultimately lead to her destroying the Freedom Fighters and Eggman being able to take over the world without Sonic to stop him.

Silver was able to change the future at the last second by preventing Mecha Sally from killing Sonic, Tails and Amy… but we never got to find out what happened after that because Eggman activated the Super Genesis Wave and the world was reset for the comic’s reboot.

Post-reboot, Silver changed his mission from travelling through time to travelling through various alternate dimensions, closing the Genesis portals that had started popping up as a result of Eggman wreaking havoc on reality.

We did however get to see Silver’s new present time in The Silver Age arc in Sonic Universe #79 - 82. Onyx Island was now a dystopian empire ruled by the Onyx City Council. Silver teamed up with a telepathic tenrec named Gold and Professor Von Schlemmer (better known from Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog) to try to stop the Council from experimenting on the Genesis Portals and unleashing a monster called the Second Devourer on the world.

I think that covers all the time-travel-to-the-future stuff we saw in the comics. Did I miss anything? Let me know in the comments! Next time we’re moving on from time travel to another well known trope - the dreaded clip show! Dun-dun-duuuuuuun!

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melanielocke · 2 years

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Alastember - day 9 - dystopian AU

I decided to write dystopian AU that is at least partially related to things that are happening right now and this is set in the UK after TERFs, nazis and other conservatives teamp up and take over.

CW: conversion therapy, queerphobia, terfism

@alastair-appreciation-month

Alastair marked another day in his notebook. Another day of being trapped, another day of this nightmare that would never end. He knew his notebook would be read, so he wrote little of consequence in it. He just used it to mark the days. He worried they might lose track otherwise.

It had happened overnight, people claimed. Something they never could have seen coming. They were fools, all of them. Alastair had seen it coming. This take over had been many years in the making, but people had written these people off as either lone radicals, or harmless in the long run. After all, so many TERFs had never said they wanted this. They’d just wanted people to know what a woman was again, right? And yet they were all perfectly content now, with anyone who did not conform to archaic gender binaries locked up.

They’d come for trans and gender non conforming people first, and when no one had succeeded in stopping them, they’d come for cis queer people too. Alastair was often tempted to say “I told you so”, but he was far worse off than the people who’d watched this happen and did nothing.

He put the notebook away and left his room, which honestly felt more like a prison cell, and joined the others for breakfast. Alastair had tried his best to keep his distance when he’d first been allowed into this group, to not get attached. He’d thought that would make it easier. He’d soon discovered that being here was not a burden he could bear alone.

‘Morning,’ Kamala said, drinking a cup of tea.

The tea here tasted like garbage water and Alastair stuck to water, the only thing here that was mildly drinkable. Kamala had adapted, he guessed. She’d been here longer than him, her adoptive parents were very conservative and had given her up the moment they’d discovered she was a lesbian.

‘Morning,’ Alastair said.

‘We could still do it, you know.’

Kamala referred to pretend dating. Some had managed, some had pretended to be cis and straight for long enough to be let go. They’d have to keep pretending outside in their own lives too for now, but Alastair guessed it was better than this.

He’d considered it too. He might not wish to pretend to be something he was not, but if it could win Kamala her freedom it might be worth it. The problem was, the “therapists” were skeptical when it came to fake relationships, and just to be sure, they’d have to stay for at least two months longer to convince them it was real. They might claim they wanted to cure them, but Alastair suspected they did not, they just wanted them to suffer.

Alastair didn’t think he’d be able to convince them. He looked as numb as he felt, and while he loved Kamala as a friend, he didn’t think he could convince anyone he was in love with her. Nor did he think he could stomach the more physical requirements of proof in a relationship. And if they found out he was faking it, then both he and Kamala would be punished. It had happened before, a trans girl who’d pretended she wasn’t really a girl and when found out she’d been faking it she’d been thrown back into solitary. Alastair wasn’t quite sure how they’d found out, but it was not a risk he was willing to take. Better to stay here longer than go back there.

Alastair had spent his first month here in solitary, alone in the dark and stripped of all his clothes. It was where all of them started. You weren’t let go into the group until you admitted something was wrong with you. While it was easy to lie, Alastair had been proud. He hadn’t wanted to admit anything. It wasn’t until he’d started hearing voices that weren’t there that he’d decided to give in. He wasn’t about to let them drive him out of his mind.

Isolation and lack of sensory input could do that, he’d read about it once. The mind was fascinating that way, and frustrating too. With a lack of input, the brain had no qualms filling in the gaps until Alastair had started hearing the voices of his mother, Cordelia, and even Charles and his father. That had been a while ago, though, and he’d had no strange experiences since leaving solitary.

‘I don’t think I can,’ Alastair said. A pause. He switched to Persian. ‘I want to watch this place burn.’

Kamala didn’t speak Persian, but she did speak Hindi and with practice together Kamala could roughly understand him when he spoke Persian.

‘Me too,’ Kamala said in English. ‘But please be careful, Alastair. I don’t want anything to happen to you.’

Alastair knew Kamala was right. He couldn’t afford the hunger for revenge to consume him. Even if it was the only thing that gave him strenght to stand. He had never been able to rely on hope. A lot of people just believed it would eventually get better, that progress was linear and inevitable. Alastair was not so naïve. He had no reason to believe he’d ever get out of here, that things would get better within reasonable time. And he had no qualm harming the people who had put in in here, who tortured him day after day. He’d destroy them all if he could. It was what he dreamt of at night, it was what occupied his thoughts all day, every day.

The day was no different from any other in here and went by without a second thought. “Therapy” to make him stop being attracted to men, which translated to torture. Being forced to act more masculine, dress all masculine.

Alastair wasn’t yet sure if he identified as a man or something more outside the binary, but he liked experimenting with his gender expression. Here, none of that was acceptable. People treated it like not conforming to your birth gender made you dangerous, made you a threat to children. It was hardly a new sentiment, just something people had left unchecked for far too long.

He wondered where his family was, if Cordelia had been able to avoid being imprisoned in a place just like this. Alastair had been openly queer when he’d been taken, but Cordelia had only just told him about her bisexuality and wasn’t yet out to anyone else. He hoped she and Lucie could stay safe, but there were no guarantees of safety in this world.

He returned to the main hall for dinner, which was typically the blandest English meal any of them could have imagined. No effort, no flavor, and Alastair suspected no hygiene involved when it came to preparing it. He’d gotten sick with diarrhea and vomiting several times since his imprisonment.

‘If you’re not finishing that, could I have some?’

Alastair looked up. He had been mindlessly turning his fork around, and truth to be told he didn’t feel much like eating it. He knew he should, he was growing weaker. But so was Anna Lightwood, and they needed to eat too.

Anna had arrived sometime before Alastair. At first, they had been convinced they would get out soon. After all, Anna’s family had always accepted their identity as a non binary lesbian, and they’d been convinced their family would come for them.

Alastair wasn’t sure if they’d given up, or simply had not found the necessary support to get Anna out. He liked to imagine it was the latter, he liked to imagine Cordelia was still trying to get him out. It was not unreasonable to think Cordelia on her own would be unable to locate and rescue him.

‘Take whatever you want, I’m not hungry,’ Alastair said.

He’d have to stay strong if he wanted to destroy the people who hurt him, he knew that. But some days, even revenge was not enough to keep him going. Perhaps he should take Kamala up on her offer after all.

‘Thanks,’ Anna said. ‘I owe you one.’

‘It’s important to make people owe you,’ Charles Fairchild had told him once.

Alastair had believed him then, had believed that making people owe him made him powerful. Perhaps it was still true in this environment, perhaps even more so. But he also knew what choices Charles Fairchild had made when everything had started going wrong. He’d gone into politics, had kept his identity concealed, and had done nothing to end the atrocities. Alastair had loved him once. He knew better now.

‘That’s alright,’ Alastair said softly. ‘Just be there when we make them pay.’

Anna’s eyes gleamed. ‘Any time,’ they said.

***

‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ Gideon asked. ‘No one would fault you for backing out. It’s much more than we could possibly ask of any person.’

‘I am quite certain,’ Thomas said. ‘I know what I’m getting myself into, I know what they can do to me. But if there’s any chance I can help you guys make a real difference, I will.’

Gideon sighed. ‘I know, mijo. You have the heart of a warrior. And I’m proud of you. But I’m scared too. As your father, I shouldn’t be letting you do this.’

‘You’re not just my father anymore,’ Thomas said. ‘You’re important to the revolution.’

‘Not as important as you, Tom,’ Gideon said. ‘Nor as important as Genie, or Lucie, or Matthew. It’s people like you they will harm. I’m just trying to do what I can to stop it.’

‘So let me do this,’ Thomas said. ‘Stopping them is all I want too. Our latest intelligence confirms Anna is in that facility. This is our best chance to help them, and anyone else trapped there.’

‘I know,’ Gideon said. ‘And you’re right. But there’s no reason the person going on this mission has to be queer for real, I think it would be more damaging for you than for some not queer.’

‘I know, and I’ve thought this through. I know they can hurt me. But it’ll also be a lot easier to infiltrate when I’m genuinely gay.’

Gideon sighed. ‘It’s just that this was not what I imagined for you when you were young. I never thought things would get this bad.’

‘It’s going to get better,’ Thomas said. ‘I’ll make sure of it.’

Thomas wanted to be brave, but truth to be told, he was scared. He’d been too laid back at first, too confident that with going to a demonstration, things were going to be fine. And now Anna was gone, and Thomas’ family had joined an underground revolutionary group.

‘There’s one more thing you should know,’ Gideon said. ‘We have also confirmed a man called Alastair Carstairs is being held in the same facility. He used to run a far left political blog before he was taken, warning people off the dangers and Scott and Vex are interested in him. Getting him out is a priority as much as Anna is.’

Woolsey Scott and Hypatia Vex were the leaders of the revolutionary group. Thomas hadn’t seen them often, but it had been their idea to place an agent in the facility. Thomas had volunteered the moment he’d heard about the mission. He’d been so restless lately, he’d wanted to be able to do something, anything, to help. A dangerous mission had seemed right up his alley.

‘I’ll try to get close to Alastair. Do you have any information on him? Pictures?’

‘His sister Cordelia recently joined our cause,’ Gideon said. ‘She’s still a minor, so we won’t let her join dangerous missions, but you should go speak to her. She has pictures of her brother, and can tell you more about what he’s like. Maybe she has some ideas on how to get him to trust you.’

Thomas nodded. ‘Okay, where can I find Cordelia?’

‘Come, I’ll take you to her room. The Carstairs family is staying here in the headquarters. It’s safer for them.’

Alastair’s family consisted of a woman in her forties wearing a headscarf, the baby she was holding in her arms, and a teen girl with brown skin and dark red hair.

‘Mrs. Carstairs, this is my son Thomas. He’s the one who will go undercover to your son, and we thought it might be helpful if you could tell him a little about him.’

His father left, and Thomas sat down in the Carstairs living space. Everything was a little improvised here, and people only really stayed here when there were arrest warrants out for them. It was becoming increasingly common, and the groups of people targeted were becoming broader and broader. Thomas imagined Alastair’s mother might be a target for her ethnicity as well as her son.

‘Hi, I’m Thomas Lightwood. I’m really sorry about what happened to Alastair, but I’m going undercover in the facility he’s in. I was wondering if you had any pictures and could tell me a little about what he’s like.’

‘Thank you so much for doing this,’ Alastair’s mother said. ‘I’m Sona.’

‘And I presume you are Cordelia?’ Thomas asked the girl.

‘I am. And the baby is Rostam. Alastair’s never even met him, he was taken before Rostam was born. I have some pictures of Alastair on my phone.’

Cordelia took out her phone and scrolled through her album, Thomas looking at it. There were lots of pictures of her and Lucie.

‘I didn’t realize you knew Lucie.’

‘She’s my best friend, we’ve known each other for years,’ Cordelia said. ‘But my family moved a lot, so we mostly talked online.’

‘Lucie is one of my closest friends too,’ Thomas said.

‘Here are some pictures of Alastair.’

Alastair looked like his mother and sister. He had the same brown skin and dark brown eyes, and his hair was ink black and carefully styled. He wore make up in some pictures, dark eyeliner and black lipstick, while in others he wore nothing. Thomas wasn’t sure what he’d expected when his father had mentioned Alastair Carstairs, but he hadn’t realized how beautiful Alastair would be. He told himself to focus, he had a mission.

‘He’s good looking,’ Thomas commented.

‘Very vain too,’ Cordelia said. ‘You won’t believe how much time he used to spend in the bathroom. He can be abrasive and won’t pass up an opportunity to tease me, but he loves us and is very protective of the people he loves.’

‘My father mentioned something about how he used to run a blog?’

‘Alastair writes political essays. Or, well, he used to,’ Cordelia said. ‘Before they took him. He was always very concerned about the situation, some days it was all he would talk about. I know lots of people feel stupid not seeing this coming, or claim that no one could have, but Alastair did. People thought he was crazy, so he wrote online about how dangerous TERF ideology really is. He covered a lot of subjects regarding queerphobia, racism and ableism among others.’

‘Sounds like he’s smart,’ Thomas said.

‘He is,’ Cordelia said. ‘When are you leaving?’

‘In a couple of weeks,’ Thomas said.

‘That’s not long enough to learn a new language,’ Cordelia said. ‘But maybe I could teach you a couple of phrases in Farsi. Even if they’ll punish you for speaking a foreign language, they won’t know you’re really a spy, only Alastair will understand.’

‘I actually speak and understand some Farsi,’ Thomas said. ‘Not well, but Lucie was studying it and I joined her. I can read it decently, but my speech is not so great.’

‘I’ll teach you,’ Cordelia said. ‘And you can always practice with Maman too.’

***

It happened sometime that a new prisoner arrived. They weren’t called prisoners, but it was what they were and so Alastair internally referred to all of them as prisoners.

Today it was a man around his age. Most people here were, as far as Alastair knew they were sorted by age and everyone here was between eighteen and thirty. He had brown hair and hazel eyes and he was one of the tallest men Alastair had ever seen, with a broad, muscular frame. He was gorgeous, and Alastair had to force himself to keep his eyes focused on his plate. The guards couldn’t see he found the new man attractive.

He sat down next to Anna, their eyes wide in recognition. ‘Oh no, not you too Tom,’ they said sadly. ‘What happened?’

‘Long story,’ the man, Tom, said. ‘I’ll tell you sometime.’

‘Do you know each other?’ Alastair asked.

‘Thomas is my cousin,’ Anna said. ‘I thought he was safe.’

‘No one is safe anymore,’ Alastair said. ‘Nevertheless, I’m sorry you’re here Thomas.’

Thomas tried a brave smile, but Alastair could see the anxiety behind it. ‘I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t break so easily.’

‘Don’t say that too loud,’ Alastair said. ‘They will only try harder.’

For the rest of the day, Alastair tried to put Thomas out of his head. It didn’t help that they had “group therapy” today and Thomas had joined them. Alastair always found it difficult to stomach. He never said much himself, but he also couldn’t figure out who was lying and who was genuinely being converted into their awful ideology.

He was about to leave at the end when the leader of the group session caught him by his shoulder.

‘Can I speak to you in private?’

‘It’s not like I could stop you,’ Alastair muttered and he follow the woman back inside.

Hazel was a white middle aged woman with blonde hair she wore in a bun, and always dressed in a business skirt and heels. She was one of those people who pretended to be all nice and polite but were downright evil underneath it all. Alastair always got the sense she enjoyed watching other people suffer, she liked being the one in power. There was a rumor going around she’d been fired from her job years ago for harassing and misgendering her trans colleagues. Alastair wouldn’t be surprised if it were true, most of the women working here had started out as TERFs, and Hazel was especially awful to Anna and all the other trans and gender non-conforming people.

‘You were quiet today,’ Hazel said.

Alastair said. ‘I didn’t had much to say.’

‘It appeared like Thomas was a distraction to you.’

So this was what she was getting at. ‘He’s new. Of course he draws the attention. That’s only natural.’

‘I’m not sure that’s true. I think you’re relapsing. You do want to be able to leave here eventually, don’t you?’

‘I wasn’t planning on spending the rest of my life here, no.’

He also wasn’t planning on spending the rest of his life pretending to be straight, nor did he intend to let any more people suffer through this if he could stop it.

‘Then I think you’ll need more treatment, and you need to cooperate better. We cannot let you go until we can be sure you’re no threat to society.’

That was their justification for all this, that people like them were a threat to society. It was how it’d started, by painting all trans people and then all cis queer people too as potential child groomers and sexual predators.

‘Fine,’ Alastair said because he didn’t know what else he could do.

He left the room and walked into Thomas into the hallway. Alastair knew he needed to stay away from him, that he needed to pretend better in the hopes they’d let him go. But part of Alastair didn’t think they’d ever let him go. They knew about his past, about what he’d written.

‘Alastair,’ Thomas said quietly.

Alastair looked up. ‘I don’t recall telling you my name.’

‘Anna mentioned it. They’re my cousin and they told me about everyone here. Hey, can you walk me to the bathroom? I seem to have gotten lost.’

‘Sure,’ Alastair said. ‘It can be difficult to find. Oh, and make sure you go before bedtime, because the doors lock and you’ll have to use the bucket if you can’t hold it until morning.’

‘That’s gross.’

‘It’s better than solitary,’ Alastair said. ‘Isn’t that where you come from?’

‘I only spent like half an hour there,’ Thomas said. ‘I figured my best chance was to do what they said and then I came here.’

‘Oh. Yes, you were probably right.’

‘How long did you spend in solitary?’

‘Who knows? Time loses meaning in there. I think it was a month, that’s what they tell me anyway. But it might have been a week, or a year. I was very stubborn.’

‘I understand,’ Thomas said. ‘Part of me was tempted, but the only person I’d be hurting was myself. I chose my best chance of survival.’

‘You made the better choice,’ Alastair said. ‘Here’s the bathroom.’

He followed Thomas inside as he needed to go himself too. Thomas was already washing his hands when Alastair left the stall and started washing too.

‘Are they listening to us here?’ Thomas asked.

‘Always assume they’re listening,’ Alastair said. ‘Even in your own room.’

‘Okay then.’ Thomas paused for a moment, seemed to be concentrating hard on something. Then he switched to Farsi, which Alastair was surprised he spoke. ‘I’m a spy for the resistance. We’re going to get you guys out.’

‘All of us?’ Alastair asked softly.

‘We’ll do what we can, but you and Anna are our priority right now.’

‘Kamala too,’ Alastair said. ‘She’s my friend. And then, we burn this place to the ground.’

‘Preferably not with any prisoners inside.’

‘I didn’t mean that literally. Just… make them pay for it, alright?’

Thomas took his hand. ‘We’ll make them pay. I promise.’

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Does it get better than being 16?

Yes

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When I was 16, I just felt super depressed and insanely anxious like the world was days away from ending all the time. A big reason for this was because I was getting bullied at school, my job sucked, I didn't have many friends, and (though I was privileged) my home life was pretty tumultuous. Yet every single adult in my life was bitterly and angrily telling me on a daily basis that I better enjoy what I had because this was the best life ever got, and everything after being 16 was misery and pain. It was enough to make me semi-suicidal. When I got to college, things were a lot better, but it was some of the same stuff still.

I didn't exactly have the "typical" super fun and freeing college experience, partially due to Covid among other things, but I'm 23 and I think life is way better than it ever has been.

I work part-time in a restaurant, part-time remotely, and freelance so it's not like I live an unrealistic TikTok influencer life with a glamorous job. But it's sooo much better than any stage of life I've lived previously.

Because of the nature of my work, I can wear pretty much whatever I want-- it's really nice to wear halter tops and crop tops in 95 degree weather without getting dress coded or berated by my mom. Same with hair and makeup. My room also looks exactly how I want, which I didn't have as a teen and 4 years of dorms weren't as personalized as I'd like. I actually have my own bathroom for the first time ever and do not have to unclog the toilet every single time my brother uses it. I didn't have the freedom to cook myself meals until I was 22 because of where I went to school and because my mom being a bit wacked upstairs. It is so freeing to be able to cook and eat fresh fruit and vegetables and actually season my food. Also, no one steals my food and I don't have to hide food.

I can also wake up when I want most days-- sometimes I have a meeting or something though. I've never been forced to wake up at 6:30 since I was 18-- usually I get up around 9 now, but in college I slept til 11 most days. You can also go to bed whenever you want.

You can also leave situations for the first time ever-- in high school if you were getting picked on or had a teacher or coach you didn't like you were totally helpless. Yeah, there are consequences to quitting a job, but you have the option. If you don't like a doctor or therapist, you can get a second opinion instead of your mom doctor-shopping for a therapist just as homophobic and controlling as she is. Also, it's not like there's a lunch table or you have to keep seeing people-- obviously you need to be civil with coworkers but outside of that, you can dump a guy/girl or stop hanging out with someone if you don't like the vibes and you will never or hardly ever see them again.

I live in a major US city with a friend and it's so freeing living here. I used to live in Iowa and people would make endless remarks on the way I dressed or tell my mom and she'd go ballistic. Now I can dress way crazier and no one will even look in my direction. One time I remember I took something cool out of a dumpster and some nosy woman from school drove by and called my mom and she went insane. No one cares if you take things out of dumpsters here. Or leave the house after dark. Or whatever. Also having a roommate you like is like a sleepover that never ends.

When I was 16 I legitimately thought I was never going to get out of Iowa because moving to a big city seemed so monumental and everyone would freak out and talk about how dangerous and scary they are. Now I wish I had just ignored what everyone else thought and moved out here at 18.

I can also have a pet for the first time ever. I have a bit more money than I had in college and high school to spend on fun things-- nothing crazy, just a bit. And I don't have overbearing parents constantly going through my journals and berating me or micromanaging what I watch and listen to and read and how I spend my free time. You can do things like go hang out with friends or have sex or go to concerts or try drugs and alcohol or travel whenever you want or try new foods-- there's just consequences and risks for your actions and you learn to plan around those and weigh the pros and cons.

Also, while not everyone is able or willing to work remotely and work in a restaurant, and some jobs can be draining, I overall really enjoy my jobs and having a purpose. Yeah sometimes I'm over it or I get frustrated or want to go home or not do things, but I was mostly unemployed for a month and it was really depressing-- I like being busy. I liked my college classes a lot too. Even things like vacuuming and taking out the trash are so much better when you're taking care of what's yours.

To be honest though, I do know a lot of people who are struggling or crashed and burned during college. Some of it is undeniably due to life circumstances and privilege, and there are exceptions, but generally, using just people I know as examples, I think if you know how to be responsible, being an adult is way better than being a kid or teen. I've never understood wanting to be a kid again because I hated being a kid and was miserable and stressed the entire time.

I would say until a certain point I think you don't have very many life experiences and consequently view the world differently than you do as an adult-- and when that changes can hit differently for different people depending on life experiences. It's a drastic change and it's hard to put into words, and it happening can be rough, but I think it mellows you out. And I'm sure you continue to change as an adult, but there's The Big One, lol. Not that that made any sense at all.

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Amor Infinito (A Snow Queen fanfic)

Chapter 1

Magicians have lived among us for decades hiding their true nature in order to remain alive and live peacefully. A few magicians under them had tried to create a better world with their magic in order to create peace. The Snow Queen, The Fire King, Loki, Hercules, Mavka, the Sandman, Saint Nicklaus, and other mythically inspired beings have taken that chance to do so, in both good and bad ways. The most recent one is the Snow Queen, once considered the most powerful magician. To be correct, she still is it. De facto, the only thing, that weakened her powers was a specific hand mirror. The hand mirror, that was created by another powerful magician under the name Vegard.

The world took another spin on the day, his daughter found out her brother was alive and she went by herself accompanied by a minion of the queen to look for the boy. By the end, the little girl was really capable to catch the Snow Queen and send her into the mirrorlands to stop the eternal frost the sorcerer created years ago. Some humans had this bad view of magicians since the Snow Queen’s deed and one day King Harald worked on a plan to lock up all magicians in the world of the mirrorlands. To his surprise, the same girl defeated Harald as well, which to his surprise turned out to be a magician as well! Even less the girl under the name Gerda had help of a human boy, Rollan. It was thanks to him, the girl gained again force to fight for the freedom of her family and magicians. The better, her magic had gotten active at the right moment to help her take down King Harald’s powerful invention. Between Gerda and King Harald a promise was made. He apologized to everyone for what he had done and confessed, that magicians have the right to live among humans as well, despite having that one difference. The gift. Gerda learned more about herself and the issue, that happened to Rollan in the past couldn’t be changed, but he learned to let it go and so did Gerda. The two accepted it and became friends. Gerda was just as the day she met him attracted to the raven-haired and Rollan…..well, he was willing to die for the girl in order to save her family. Gerda appreciated it, despite it if she had to say farewell to him, things would have been bad in some way. Rollan accepted Gerda’s friendship and went with the flow, waiting for the moment the girl would be able to see in him something more than he was at that moment. Months had passed and Rollan heard from the trolls his mother was worried about him. That’s when Rollan thought about leaving the place to return back to his mother. He promised Gerda, when he could he would return and thought about confessing his love for her on the day of the departure. Tragically Rollan on purpose didn’t do that. He didn’t fear being rejected or being laughed at. No, Gerda would never laugh at him. In fact, she respected him and understood his feelings of being hurt or treated as a joke, when you want to help in something. He avoided confessing to her, cause he believed it was the wrong moment. It was too early to do anything, after everything he had done. It partially wasn’t his fault, but the Fire Demon in his body. Major things he had done or said during the curse of the wishing stone felt to him like things, that would need time to vanish or even not. He simply left Gerda back with one long embrace. He promised her to respond to her letters, which she offered to make to hear how he was doing. Rollan and Gerda’s friendship turned into a pen pal friendship from that day on, this letting their relationship live on from black ink on paper.

Months had passed, both sides had gotten busy with their lives and fewer letters came until one time Gerda didn’t seem to send Rollan any letter, saddening the boy, which assumed he must have turned a burden for the blonde. Within that time, Rollan receives one last letter from Gerda, thus bringing the Spaniard a new surprise. The girl was actually engaged with someone else! This was the last thing he expected to hear from her, but he accepted it. He knew and felt, that a girl like Gerda deserved someone else, rather than Rollan. This is, at least Rollan’s thoughts…..well the negative thoughts. Fate does know every place and puzzle in the world and brought Rollan back to Gerda’s sight again, cause both had belonged together.

Then why is Gerda engaged to someone else and Rollan is not doing anything about it? Sometimes happy endings take a different road. Some roads are straight, others have curves, road junctions, and road signs. Their love story has never stopped to what it seemed to the two. In reality, their path continued, just they didn’t expect in which way it was about to go……

Rollan was now 22 years old, with 17 he had left Spain to meet the trolls in the troll kingdom hoping to find the wishing stone. The trip had turned his life upside down. Everything he remembered to have witnessed there had fascinated and scared Rollan’s mother. Rollan wasn’t able to leave her mother for a longer period of time again, so he stood in her home until he finished his professional education at the guard academy. Throughout that time, Rollan slowly had an interest in visiting his friends on the other side of the continent. If he had the chance he would go up anyway, but he would be there for a couple of weeks only, rather than a longer period. He had been gone for years, all the people's live there have changed. Gerda’s too. He knows very well if he wanted to confess to her, that his feelings about her didn’t vanish at all, mostly due to the two being communicative with each other with cards. It would feel weird to say her that. Eventually, it wouldn’t, but he can’t take out that possibility. Right now, since her last letter Rollan knows she’s engaged. Rollan doesn’t know who the guy is. She has never mentioned him in any of the other letters. Perhaps he was the reason she barely wrote him anymore? She was working on their relationship and well, things around her or both of them were changing. Rollan now was out of her league or how he felt since his issue. Always. The only thing he knows about that guy was, that his name was Mars and that he was a sort of magician as well. A Chinese-Australian man, that according to her was from a prestigious family of magicians, which had an invention shop. Rollan was actually curious about the guy, cause for the inventing part it made him think of King Harald, that one king, that was a fanatic about science and inventing. Who knows, the world was evolving, things were getting better, new sorts of vehicles were improved, and new inventions appeared on the market. The last thing, that Rollan remembered to have seen was a polaroid. It would take a specific scenario from real life and print it on a piece of paper. Usually, a painter would be painting that on canvas for hours and with that apparatus…...you’ve got it in seconds! Quite fascinating.

Rollan had borrowed one of them for his attendance on the last day at guard academy, which a friend of his used to take a picture of him and his mother together. That picture hung inside the living room of his mom on a wall.

Rollan stood inside the living room, looking at that image of himself with the mother. From the kitchen stepped out his mother, which looked for her son and noticed him looking at the image. The woman smiled and walked past the man, then placed her hand on his shoulder to kiss him on his cheek.

“Que pasa hijo?” Questioned the mother watching Rollan shrug his shoulders.

“Yo no sei. I’m not sure, how I’m supposed to feel about this,”

“You have finished your education and you’re going to be one of the guards here in Alicante. You should be proud of it,” Stated the mother making Rollan nod.

“Si…...I just feel something is missing like my life isn’t complete,” Said Rollan making the mother frown sadly, knowing it was a lovesickness bothering her son.

“Perhaps you need to stop answering your friend’s letters or simply tell her how you feel and receive an actual answer from her. As long as you don’t know the real answer you won’t get her out of your head,” Commented the mother. “Déjala ir,”

“Como?”

“If you keep holding on to something you know you can’t have, no matter how much you love it…...let it go. Trust me, that will make you feel better someday. Not today nor next week, but it will be fast, I promise,” Commented Rollan’s mother making the son nod.

Someone knocked on the door, calling their attention and Rollan walked towards the door to open it to see a man around his height with a shaved head and black pants, a green shirt, and a few envelopes in his hands.

“Buenas Tardes Leticia, Hola Rollan,” Greeted the Spaniard watching the sad Rollan wave at the friend, while Rollan’s mom smiled.

“Oye Pastor. Como estas?” Questioned Leticia making the man smile.

“Muy bien,” Responded Pastor. “Rollan, my neighbor Rodrigo had two letters here with your name. I just came here to pass them to you,” Commented the raven-haired man handing them out to Rollan to see one of the letters was from the academy and the second one had a Northern address with Gerda’s name on it. Rollan looked at the letter with a sad face, which made Pastor along with Leticia exchange sad looks.

“Amigo. There are many other women in the world. If you want we can go to the festival at the beach next weekend and you’ll get to meet a few women. What do you say?” Questioned Pastor watching Rollan shake his head.

“One woman is enough. I’m not looking for games as you do,” Responded Rollan sad making Pastor chuckle.

“Alright, but you could get to know somebody and I don’t know…...get to know her?” Suggested Pastor watching Rollan open the letter to see it was an official wedding invitation to Gerda’s wedding. “You're hereby invited to attend the ceremony of Gerda and Mars at the church of St. Peter…..expecting a response until…..they forgot the date,” Commented Pastor showing Rollan the letter, which shrugged his shoulders. “Do you plan to go there?”

“I don’t know,” Responded Rollan. “I’ve been thinking about going there some time by the end of my education,”

“Which you have reached already,”

“Si…...I don’t know. I had thought about visiting Gerda and hang out with her. Eventually hoping on something coming out for both of us,”

“You can still do that, except you’re not going to romantically progress with her due to the engagement. But you as a good friend of hers, you can show her how much her friendship means to you and I don’t know….you both remain as friends. That’s…...good too,” Mumbled Pastor knowing very well, it wouldn’t work out for everyone. “I have an idea for you. We two go there together, stay there until the wedding is over, so you have time to get to know the Gerda she is now and eventually who that guy is,”

“You know, I really want the best for her. That she’s happy and treated well. I just…...well…..”

“Thought you could be that guy?” Questioned Pastor making Rollan nod.

“Si,” Responded Rollan, then Pastor passed his hand on the friend’s shoulder.

“Put your head up, amigo. You still have her friendship. That’s something no one can take away,” Said the short-haired man making Rollan nod with a pout. “Get in. I know somebody, that can help us get a cheaper flight for us to go visit your friend. I just need to call him,”

“Us?”

“Yes, I’m going as a good friend,” Commented Pastor. “Maybe I’ll find on my way some Scandinavian chick,” Joked the Spaniard watching Rollan shake his head and got into the house, while Leticia glimpsed at the duo with a little smile.

#snow queen #snow queen rollan #the snow queen #snow queen fire and ice #wizart animation #ecofinisherfanfics #ecofinisher

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