#save me malos. save me

[dobercorgis]

I did say before that I didn’t really want a dlc prequel and after playing fr I still do kind of think that. Even just thematically an epilogue seemed more fitting, but I guess not.

It did have some good parts! I think I understand N some more now (tbh I didn’t care for him in the main game) and family angst/drama is always spicy. Loved seeing Shulk and Rex again and I loved the interactions with them and their kids. Esp Shulk and Nikol just nerding out together. Also did not expect Rex to have that kind of parenting style haha. They really did go all out on the fanservice which I adored and found funny at the same time. And some of them were references to side quests or just lore which I appreciated so it wasn’t just all surface level references. Also they mentioned how Melia has been captured several times and Shulk never comments on it which is an interesting choice.

But I feel like overall it didn’t answer a lot of my questions about the main game and left me with more questions instead. Also it was much shorter than I expected. Even with the forced community padding in torna… it still feels like fr was much shorter. When I was fighting Alpha I was like this feels like a final boss but it feels like I haven’t been even playing for that long. Pacing was fine don’t get me wrong, it just felt… lacking. Also with how xc3 and to an extent fr was supposed to be the ending for the klaus trilogy, it doesn’t really feel like one? It’s not that there’s loose ends, I don’t really think there are any, it’s just that it doesn’t really feel “complete” ig and just leaves a lot of things unanswered. And while I don’t rlly like info dumps, xc does a decent job at them and is sometimes crucial for understanding the lore, and we just don’t really get one in xc3. I was kind of expecting a few scenes or maybe just a glimpse of the post-merge world of the xc3 or fr cast but didn’t get that. Which I get, but I still would’ve liked to see it.

I’m not really sure how to feel about how they handled Alvis. Man really did lose his melanin when he split but you never really see him in proper lighting so it’s not as obvious as in the art ig… Honestly with all the xc1 fanservice I expected more interactions with Shulk and A but uh nothing much happened other than Shulk calling A Alvis at the end. I get that he’s a computer and the logic behind how he became that way makes sense but it just seems so contradictory towards xc1 Alvis where he understood yes humanity shapes future with their own will, etc. Ik that part of Alvis became A but idk it’s complicated.

I saw ppl saying how Shulk and Rex overshadowed the rest of the cast when they were introduced, and I think I’m the only one that didn’t feel that way. I think the narrative just shifted course to focusing on those characters to focusing on the lore and world. And a lot of those were references to xc1 and xc2 which did give those two some more screen time since they’re one of the very few that remember those worlds. That being said, I do think Matthew is the weakest protag in the series. He just didn’t have a lot of time to shine and the story’s focus isn’t really on him. Glimmer and esp Nikol also felt lacking in the character department. They weren’t bad characters but they didn’t have much presence. At least they had connections to Rex and Shulk to work with.

The exploration was great though. Have a fully connected open world was cool, and I loved the little things you could look for like the ether, containers, relics, etc. Didn’t play X, but I think fr had the best exploration so far.

OH and the xc1 parallels! Like the zoom in on A’s eye at the end! And how you warped to the final boss similar to how you went to memory space after beating Dickson. And apparently it was intentional??? Like Alvis Alpha what are you cooking???

While the credits song isn’t my favorite, seeing scenes from all 3 games just made me feel stuff esp after seeing older Shulk and Rex. Like yes look at how they used to be, look at how they and we have come. And it was just AGH

Maybe I just need some time to sit on it, but I think it’s my least favorite dlc story so far. I think my expectations for both xc3 and fr were a bit too high which might be why I feel this way. Overall, I think I could’ve been satisfied which just watching the cutscenes or a let’s play.

#I’m sorry for this huge ass essay but I needed to spit out some thoughts #thing my dlc preferences go torna >>>>> fc > fr #fc wasn’t that great but the ending cutscene saved it #I loved the fanservice in fr and the story isn’t bad but it’s just… idk if we needed a prequel #or at least a prequel that started at that point in time like maybe a prequel set a bit earlier could’ve been better #torna set too high a bar for me I think #and honestly I’m sad I feel disappointed or a bit lacking #gameplay-wise… it’s fine #two keves tanks that can’t draw aggro well is definitely a design choice #I don’t really like how shulk’s playstyle revolves around awakening but it’s fine #nikol was easily my least fav to play as #I think my favorites were glimmer and rex (for quick fights) #also didn’t play x or gears/saga so the radio didn’t really leave much impact on me but I saw that ppl were freaking out over Dimitri #it was rlly nice seeing Shulk again tho! #especially seeing him talk abt the past and the areas of colony 9… I wanted to cry #kinda wish we started a bit further in the past like Shulk and Rex meeting and then fighting alpha for the first time #Alvis… so many thoughts and no conclusions… #also how tf the Malos’s core crystal survive and how did it even get to n #I’m pretty sure all of these were hot takes oopsie #misu.txt

[losmimilocos]

Literalmente soy la “I can fix her” de todas las morras de películas de terror de los 70 cuando escribo sobre el tema

#i #sería más I can save her #no se si eso se bueno o malo a la larga pero x #no me refiero a que ponga I can fix her sino más bien que mi intención está muy ummm … salvacionista¿

[seagullcharmer]

thinks abt weird soup and the sun, tucked away in your chest and the dywc where kratos meets kratos and. hm. i wonder what 24.8 klaus would think of zanza and the architect

#libra.txt #24.8 klaus is everything to me. my one true blorbo #klaus and kratos bonding when #very sad abt ywkon klaus and galea. i think abt them a lot #also abt malos. bc he couldn't save them. #since it's at least implied they died from the cannon #like. augh malos and his parents </3 #i'm so so tender abt them

[smilesrobotlover]

AO3

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Chapter 4- Being Different Ain’t a Bad Thing

Kori hopped around Kakariko with Rela leading the way. It was morning and Kori was excited to explore the village. Though he’d been there several times, there was always something new going on, particularly the clothes shop that just opened. The rest of the group dispersed, Beth and Colin were with Talo while they waited for Luda to get done with whatever she was doing, Malo was checking on his shop that had apparently been open for years, and his father and grandpa were looking for Renado. Kori wanted to talk to Renado and Luda, being some of his favorite people outside of Ordon, but since they were busy, Kori and Rela decided to check the stores. Despite Rela’s protests, he headed straight to the clothes store.

The sun in Kakariko was always strong, and it agitated Kori, so he was glad to be in some shade as he reached the door to the shop. But when he went to open it, it was locked. He frowned, trying a couple more times, but finally stopped. He looked at Rela who had her brows pinched in confusion as well.

“Maybe they’re still setting things up?” Rela suggested, and Kori shrugged.

“Maybe it’s too early in the morning for them,” he also suggested.

“Actually, no one’s here.”

The two kids looked up at Barnes who stared at the locked shop with a concerned look. Kori frowned and tilted his head.

“What do you mean?”

Barnes crossed his arms and pursed his lips. “The owner of this shop, Beverly I think her name was, isn’t here.”

“Where is she?”

“I dunno, she went to visit her parents in castle town and never came back.”

Rela gasped. “Why didn’t she come back? Is she ok?”

“I wish I knew. She apparently never showed up at castle town, her parents sent a letter to Renado askin’ about her. Some folks tried lookin’ for her in the field, but not even her carriage and horse were spotted. It’s almost as if she disappeared without a trace.”

Kori felt a chill go up his spine and he whimpered a bit. That was scary, that she left and never came back, just when she opened up her shop too!

“There’s somethin’ out in Hyrule field,” Barnes continued, staring at the entrance of Kakariko. “There’s been disappearances all throughout Hyrule, a few days after this lady disappeared, a Goron left for Zora’s domain and also never returned. Somethin’ is causin’ this, but what it is, I don’t know.”

Kori looked at Rela worried, who surprisingly didn’t look scared.

“It’s probably a bunch of monsters making a mess of things!!” She said, crossing her arms and resting her weight on one leg. “They’re probably bokoblins, I could wack them upside the head and save everyone!”

Barnes chuckled, and the two started chatting about it while Kori still stared at the entrance with unease. Was there really a monster out there taking people? His father didn’t seem too worried when they traveled here, running as fast as Epona could and splashing in water, but maybe he didn’t know about any of this.

He walked closer to the entrance so that he could see Hyrule field. There didn’t seem to be anything dangerous out there, but he felt unsettled at the thought of something hiding, waiting to grab him any second. He stared at the rocks around him and whimpered, backing up so he was around people. He didn’t want to get taken by a monster.

He spun around and walked quickly towards the village, staring at the ground until he bumped into someone. A woman spun around and glared at Kori, but then she took a step back, holding her basket of clothes protectively.

“Good goddesses!” She exclaimed, backing away from. “Get away from me you… you fiend!”

Kori looked around, shaking from fear now. Was she talking to him?

“I—I’m sorry—“

“Get away from me!” She yelled again, swatting her hand around violently, causing Kori to jump back, tears forming in his eyes.

“Hey! What’s your deal?”

Kori looked to see Barnes and Rela walking towards them, both looking upset.

“What’s my deal? This thing here just attacked me!”

Kori looked at her in shock. “I— I didn’t—“

Barnes stepped in front of Kori, blocking his vision. “Let’s get one thing straight, Kori is not a thing, he’s a little boy! And he didn’t attack you! I saw, he just bumped into you! I will not tolerate that type of language towards him!”

The woman scoffed, leaning over to see Kori, but Barnes moved so her vision was still blocked.

“Hey lady!” Rela started, “why don’t you just mind your own business and leave him alone!”

“Well he ran into me! I at least expect an apology!”

Kori stared hard at the ground, trying to control his emotions.

“I—I did— I did apologize,” he said quietly.

“Excuse me? Are you sassing me now?” She shrieked, causing Kori to flinch. He didn’t look at her though, he was too scared. “Look at me when I’m talking to you! If you want to be a human so bad, act like it, you freak!”

“That’s enough!” Barnes yelled, leading her away from him. “You, go continue on with your business!”

She huffed and looked back at the group. “If you keep letting creatures like him in here, more people will disappear! It’s only a matter of time!”

“Kori has been comin’ here longer than you have, I think I’ll take my chances,” Barnes said coolly, and the woman stormed off, almost ramming into Renado who looked concerned. He looked at Barnes, then at Kori, and from behind him, his grandpa and father emerged, and Kori couldn’t stop the tears from falling. He jogged over to his father and buried his face in legs.

“Oh Kori,” his father said softly, rubbing his back as he cried. He heard Rela storm past them and yell out a cuss word at the woman, being pulled back by Rusl.

“Thank you for handling that Barnes,” Renado said, and the man waved the thanks away.

“No one messes with the Ordon kids. Not on my watch anyways.”

Kori turned and looked at Barnes.

“T-thank you,” he mumbled, and Barnes ruffled his hair.

“You take care of yourself Kori. I’m gonna go back to my shop, but you folks let me know if you need anythin’. If ya want, I can give you one of my new types of bombs.”

Kori looked at his father who had both a small smile and an annoyed look on his face.

“Right, not old enough for bombs. Well, my shop is open so stop by if you need anythin’.”

“Of course, Barnes, thank you,” his father said.

“Happy birthday Kori,” Barnes muttered before walking away.

Renado watched him for a moment, then looked back at Kori, giving him a sad smile.

“I’m sorry that happened, Kori. There’s been some newcomers and… well… they’re not used to people who are different.”

Kori looked down, then walked over to Renado, giving him a hug. The man chuckled and rubbed his head.

“Do you want to go to the sanctuary? Luda is there and I’m sure she’d love to see you.”

Kori sniffed and nodded, clinging onto Renado as he walked to the sanctuary, with his father following closely behind.

He heard his dad and grandpa talking quietly, but there was a hint of anger in their voices. Rela walked on his other side, her hand resting on his back. He felt relieved when they got close to the sanctuary, glad to be out of the sun and away from strangers. They quickly headed inside, and the smell of cinnamon filled the air. There seemed to be one patient lying on a cot sleeping, but Luda, Beth, Colin, and Talo were all huddled in a corner on the opposite side. They all smiled when they entered, but they picked up on the tense energy, and Talo was at Kori’s side in seconds.

“What’s with the puffy eyes, kiddo?” He asked, and Kori shrugged silently.

“Oh, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Luda came up behind Talo.

“Um, I…” with all eyes on him, he shrunk back, and Renado nudged him towards them.

“Rela, go sit down with Kori,” he said, giving the others a look. As Kori sat down, he heard Renado explaining the situation to the others, and he just stared at the wall. His father sat on the other side from Rela, and he rubbed his back, which felt nice from what happened before.

The woman’s yelling wouldn’t leave his mind, her raised voice, her red face, the things she said, it all reminded Kori too much of Sera and Jaggle. He was no stranger to that type of behavior towards him, but it still hurt. Everyone came by where he was sitting after the quick explanation, giving him small hugs and words of affirmation.

“That sounded like Vanessa, she’s kind of a grump,” Luda said, giving him a tight squeeze.

“Oh I can think of a different word for her,” Talo grumbled, and Luda gave him a look.

“Not in front of the kids, Tal.”

Link chuckled and gave Kori a kiss on the head. “A big meanie is more like it.”

Kori gave a small smile. “She was a big meanie.”

Everyone chuckled.

“You know the things she said to you aren’t true, right?” Rela said in a soft and caring voice.

“Oh… yeah, yeah,” Kori said quickly, but her stare got more firm.

“Rela’s right, Kori,” his grandpa knelt in front of him. “You’re not a fiend, or a thing, or whatever she called you. You are Kori, a sweet kid who just turned ten and loves animals and soup!”

Kori smiled slightly, feeling his cheeks go warm from the attention. His father gave him a big squeeze.

“You’re my son, Kori. You always will be.”

“Yeah! I’m proud to have you as my nephew!” Rela cheered.

“Me too!” Colin said.

“And I’m proud to have you as my grandson,” his grandpa smiled.

“And I’m proud to have you as my favorite little guy!” Talo exclaimed, and the others agreed.

“They just don’t know you like we do, and we know that you’re amazing, Kori,” Luda reassured. Kori lowered his head, his face growing more and more warm. The group all huddled around him, giving him hugs and talking about how amazing he was.

“Oy.”

The group stopped their love-bombing and looked at the patient on the other side of the room.

“Don’t let that lady get you down, little man,” he said, pointing his finger at him.

Kori giggled and rubbed the back of his head.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Now, if you don’t mind, it’s a little loud in here and I’m trying to listen to Miss Luda’s instructions and sleep.”

“Oh!” Luda stood up and bowed. “Apologies, we’ll quiet down for you.”

The man waved her apology away and closed his eyes.

“We weren’t going to stay anyways,” Renado said, giving Kori’s father and grandfather a look. They both nodded and stood up.

“Woah, where are y’all going?” Talo asked.

“Boring adult stuff,” Rusl joked, “it’ll bore you to tears.”

“Uh, I am an adult. We’re all adults, except for Kori and Rela and Malo. Speaking of which, where is Malo?”

Rusl shrugged. “I never know where that kid is. Anyways, we’re gonna do top secret boring super adult stuff, so you kids have fun.”

Everyone waved and Kori’s father gave him a kiss on the head. “We’ll hang out tomorrow, ok? I love you son.”

“I love you too papa.”

He smiled and ruffled his hair, leaving the sanctuary with his grandpa and Renado. When they left, Talo sighed.

“Well, what do we do now?”

“We could look at the shops,” Beth suggested, “that’s why we’re here anyways.”

Kori looked down, he didn’t want to be out there, especially with that lady there. Even if it meant looking at the shops.

“Do you want to do that Kori?” Colin asked, picking up on his hesitation.

“I—I don’t… I don’t know.”

“Let’s go to the hot spring!” Rela shouted, causing Luda to shoot her a glare.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Luda said more quietly, gesturing to the sleeping patient. “That oughta help us relax!”

Kori looked down again, staring at his clasped hands.

“What is it, Kori?” His uncle asked.

“I don’t wanna see that lady again,” he mumbled.

“Don’t worry, Kori! I’ll protect you!” Talo said enthusiastically. “With me by your side, you’ll never feel unsafe again! I’ll give all your enemies a wham! And a pow! And a whack!”

Kori giggled as Talo pretended to be fighting someone, dramatically acting out being punched. Colin joined the pretend battle, both giving dramatic wails as one fell and acted as if he was hurt. Beth sat down next to Kori and rested her hand on his shoulder.

“We got your back, Kori,” she assured, and Kori smiled.

“Thank you. I’m… I’m glad you’re my friends,” he said, staring at his wringing hands.

“Aww,” Talo smiled at him and gestured to the door with his head. “Shall we find my dumb brother and hang out at the hot springs then?”

Kori smiled and nodded.

“Then let’s go!” Talo shouted, causing Luda to scold him, and the group laughed as they all clambered to the door, excited to relax in the hot spring.

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It was dark inside the abandoned clothing shop, and dust caused Rusl to cough slightly.

“Goddesses, how long had she been gone?” He asked, waving the dust away from his face.

“A little over a week. I knew she was going to be gone for a while, so her not being here for a couple of days didn’t concern me,” Renado looked around, a worried expression on his face, “but the letter from her parents did.” He sighed sadly, staring at all the clothes left on dummies and table tops. “She was going to officially open it two days ago, everyone’s been looking forward to it.”

Rusl looked sadly at the store. It was a cute little shop, with purple walls and colorful fabrics all over it. Clearly she worked hard at achieving this dream, and it made Rusl want to find her even faster. Renado let out a sigh and turned to the two men.

“I suppose I’ll leave you two be, I’ll be sure to report whatever you find to Sheik, I know how much he likes things written down,” he said, heading to the door. “Do let me know if you need anything.”

Rusl smiled and nodded at his old friend. He shut the door gently, and Rusl turned to his son, who was fiddling with what he called a shadow crystal. Apparently it was how he was able to turn into a wolf, despite twilight no longer existing in Hyrule.

“Alright, go crazy,” he said, and Link unwrapped it, darkness encasing him as he went on all fours. Rusl took a step back, watching him with awe. He rarely saw him as a wolf, but the fact that he was able to do it was incredible to him. Link sniffed around the store, occasionally knocking over a box or two, and Rusl groaned. “Hey, try not to make a mess, alright?”

Link gave Rusl a look, and he almost snorted. The expressions he had as a wolf were admittedly hilarious. Link sniffed around for a while until he concentrated on a spot, and he jumped, looking around frantically.

“What is it? Did you find her scent?”

Link made a noise which Rusl assumed was “yes”, and he jumped onto a table pushing a window open.

“Woah, woah Link, what are you doing?” He ran over to his son who was sticking his head out the window. “People are gonna see you! Can’t you just turn back into a human and then go hunting for her?”

Link gave him a look and he jumped out the window, hanging onto a windowsill and climbing onto the roof. Rusl groaned and followed him.

Link stayed near the rocky walls surrounding the village, being careful as to not be spotted, meanwhile Rusl did everything he could to block everyone’s view from his son. Luckily no one seemed to notice the man and the wolf on top of the roof, all except Renado and Barnes who looked at them weirdly. Rusl forced a smile and waved at the two casually, then returned to his investigation. When they reached the end, Link hopped down and hid behind the house, looking for an opening to run to the entrance. Rusl hopped down behind him, and Link was already sprinting towards the entrance.

“Link!” He hissed after him, but he was hidden behind the rocky walls. Rusl groaned and jogged where he went. He was patiently waiting for Rusl behind a rock, and when he took off running again, Rusl wished he grabbed his horse. They were running across the big field where bulblins used to roam, and Link was traveling on the path to Hyrule castle, but he stopped abruptly past a pond, right before the bridge to Castle Town. He sniffed for a moment, then turned and ran for the Bridge of Eldin.

“Ah, Link,” Rusl panted, catching his breath before running after him. As he ran, the field looked normal for there being so many disappearances. There weren’t any scuff marks, any signs of struggles, and no debris and lost belongings. But the new path Link was taking was strange. If she was heading to Castle Town, then why was her scent taking them to the Bridge of Eldin? The two crossed the bridge to Rusl’s surprise, Link turning sharply when they reached the end, but when Rusl caught up to him, he was sniffing around frantically, spinning around and eyeing the field in front of him. Rusl frowned at his reaction. They were near a cliff side, tucked away behind the bridge, but there was nothing here. He got a sinking feeling as Link sat down, letting out a huff.

“Link? What is it?”

His son was surrounded by darkness, and his Hylian form started to stand up, his face twisted in confusion.

“The scent ends here.”

Rusl frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Like, it ends here. It doesn’t continue.”

Rusl looked down, dread resting in his stomach. “Is she… is she dead?”

Link shrugged. “I don’t know. If she was, I would've still been able to smell her.”

“I’m confused.”

Link let out a frustrated sigh and gestured to the cliff in front of him. “It’s hard to explain, but as a wolf, I can almost see smell, if she was buried under ground, I would’ve been able to see the scent go underground. If she went over the cliff, I would’ve been able to see the scent over the cliff. But that’s not what happened here, the scent just ends. It doesn’t go anywhere. Almost as if she…” Link trailed off, staring at the ground.

“What?”

Link pursed his lips. “Almost as if she doesn’t exist anymore.”

Rusl stood there staring at him, and Link let out a bitter laugh.

“I don’t know, pa. I know this is weird but that’s all I can really explain.”

Rusl sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Alright, alright. Did you happen to… lose the scent?”

“I mean,” Link huffed, “it doesn’t feel like it. It ends too abruptly.”

Rusl pursed his lips. “Maybe whatever took her hid her scent or something? Is there a new scent?”

“There’s a lot of scents, pa.”

“Ok, maybe you just lost the scent or something, let’s head back and tell Renado what happened before it gets dark, ok?”

Link sighed and nodded, heading towards the bridge.

“And Link?”

His son turned around and looked at Rusl intently.

“Let me get my horse next time? You’re a little too fast for me.”

He grinned and rolled his eyes, turning again towards the bridge and walking to Kakariko, which Rusl was grateful for. He may be well fit and could run well, but age had started to catch up to him, and Kori constantly ramming into his knees certainly didn’t help.

It was almost surreal being in Hyrule field with no monsters looking to attack them. Sure, there were a few, but they kept their distance from the two men as they walked on the trail. He remembered days of constantly shooting and fighting monsters that ambushed him, with it only getting worse with the twilight invasion. But it all slowly went away with time, with peace actually feeling possible to Rusl. Well, almost possible. There was still the missing people situation.

The sun was beginning to set when they came back to Kakariko, and Renado looked relieved when he saw them.

“I was starting to get worried,” he said. “I saw you on the roof and then you were both gone. What happened?”

Rusl gave Link a look who pursed his lips.

“I’m… not sure.”

Renado looked at Rusl confused and he shrugged. “We’ll explain it to you inside. Where’s the kids?”

Renado gestured to the horse stable with his head, and Rusl grinned. “Taking care of the horses huh?”

“They love doing it.”

The two men laughed, and Link stepped up, a more serious look on his face.

“How’s Kori?”

Renado looked at him, then back at the stable. “From what I’ve seen, he’s been having a lot of fun.”

Link smiled slightly, and he headed for the stables where his son was. Rusl stayed back and talked to Renado for a bit, then the large group of kids exited the horse stable. The group all went and got supper, relaxing from what seemed to be an eventful day for the kids. Rusl was grateful for the break, the running across Hyrule field took him out, and before he knew it, he and Link were fast asleep after they ate.

They both woke up early in the morning as everyone else stayed asleep, and Link gave him a teasing smile.

“Did all that running tire you out, old man?”

“Oh hush up, it got to you too.”

“Not as bad as you,” Link sighed and stared at the ceiling. “We’ll just have more running today.”

“No, you will have more running. I’ll be on my horse.”

Link grinned and got up, staring at his sleeping son with love in his eyes. He stooped down and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“You have a good day, Kori,” he whispered, and got his boots on. “We should beat the crowd if we leave right now.”

Rusl gave him a nod and got ready himself. The sky was a beautiful lavender color when they started climbing death mountain, turning darker from the smoke the volcano emitted. The climb up the mountain was anything but pleasant, but he was relieved when they found the chief by the hot springs, not having to climb anymore. Link spoke to him about the missing Goron, and after being given an item, they took off once again.

Unfortunately, their investigation of the missing Goron ended the same as the missing woman. Link would turn into a wolf, smell the scent off an item, then take a path that made sense to Rusl. They were on their way to Zora’s domain (thankfully Rusl had his horse this time around) and then the path once again took a strange turn away from the destination, and then the scent ended, according to Link. It all became more and more baffling to Rusl, and it began to freak him out just a bit. But he still tried to make sense of it. Though Link’s wolf abilities were incredible, they weren’t perfect, and there was a good chance that he simply lost the scent, or it was replaced. That had to be it.

After heading back to Kakariko and explaining the situation to the Goron chief and Renado, they decided to finally rest and spend the rest of the day with the kids. Kori grew impatient and wanted to go to the toy store to finally get his gift, and Link happily obliged. But Rusl couldn’t help but notice Kori’s gaze on the clothes shop, a somber look on his face.

“So where did you and Link go?” Colin asked while Link and Kori headed inside, leaving the rest to loiter outside.

“Oh, we uh…” Rusl got close and kept his voice low. “There’s been some disappearances and the resistance is trying to look for clues.”

Colin’s eyes widened and he nodded. Not many people knew about the resistance, but Colin was one of the few who knew. Being his own son, Rusl trusted him with such a secret.

“Did you… find anything?” Colin asked after a moment of silence, worry apparent on his face.

“No, we didn’t find anything. No tracks, no lost items, nothing. Even Link’s wolf senses couldn’t find anything.”

Colin frowned and glanced at Rela, who was sneaking up behind a cuccoo.

“Try to keep this to yourself, I don’t want to scare anyone,” Rusl said, and Colin snorted.

“Well Barnes told Rela and Colin about the disappearances so…”

Rusl scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Of course he did.”

Colin smiled and chuckled a little. “He doesn’t think about that type of stuff. But don’t worry, the secret is safe with me.”

Rusl smiled and gave him a little squeeze. “I know it is.”

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Link watched as Kori looked around the shop, the shopkeepers watching him with pleasant looks in their eyes. They were a couple, relatively new to Kakariko, but they’ve seen Kori enough times to grow fond of him.

“What’s the occasion?” The woman behind the counter asked as Kori excitedly looked at the new line of toys.

“It was his birthday a couple of days ago,” Link said, ruffling his hair as he eyed toy soldiers. “He gets a new gift for making it to ten years!”

“Oh my!” The man who was her husband exclaimed, setting down a crate of toys next to an empty shelf. “That’s a big deal!”

“Well happy birthday young one,” the one behind the counter said with a smile. “Why don’t we give you a thirty percent discount just for that!”

Link looked at her in shock. “Oh you— you don’t have to do that!”

“No, we insist! It’s a special occasion!” Her husband said excitedly. “You’re always so well behaved anyways!”

Kori glanced at Link, excitement apparent on his face, but not quite understanding what a discount was. Link smiled and looked at the two shopkeepers.

“Y’all are awfully sweet, thank you.”

The two grinned at him as Kori gently played with the different toys. He made small talk with the two shopkeepers until Kori finally ran up to Link, clutching a cat stuffed animal in his arms, a big toothy grin on his face.

“A stuffed animal? You already have Billy the Goat!” Link said lightheartedly, and Kori frowned.

“But… he needs a friend!”

“Don’t you want a different type of toy? A toy Gramma can’t make on her own?”

“But, but I want Jasper!” Kori cried.

“Jasper?”

“Jasper the cat!”

Link, stared at him for a moment, then let out a hearty laugh. “Oh, alright, but only since you already named it.”

Kori squealed with glee and hugged Jasper as Link paid for the new toy. He once again thanked the kind shopkeepers and they started to head to the door.

“Is that a good enough toy for the big ten years?” He asked as he rested his hand on the handle, and Kori’s gaze turned blank.

“Well, I think I want one more thing,” he muttered, hugging the cat plushie to his chest. Link tilted his head.

“What could that be?”

Kori pursed his lips and glanced at the wall, a worried look on his face. “I want the missing people to come back home, like that lady who owns the clothing shop. I want her home safely.”

Link’s eyes widened, his concern and desire for such a thing at his age shocking him. He smiled and ruffled his hair. “Is it ‘cause you want the stuff from her store?” He teased slightly, and Kori looked up at him.

“No! I’m just… if I was her family, I would be sad that she’s gone. If you or mommy disappeared… I’d be really sad, and scared.”

Link’s teasing manner dropped immediately, and he pulled him close.

“Oh Kori,” He muttered, “you sweet thing.” He hugged him for a moment, frowning at the wall. “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do that Kori… But I’ll do my best.”

Kori pouted slightly and buried his face in Link’s leg, and the two left the shop with the new birthday present in his arms.

#love at twilight #midlink #Kori #legend of Zelda #twilight princess #smiles writes #yay update!!!! #Kori makes me so soft #poor baby :((( #he doesn’t deserve any of that yelling #I wanna kiss him on the head #I’m excited for the next update hehe 😈 #it’s still not finished #the dialogue has been physically killing me #but I’m almost done 😭😭😭

[chere-indolente-plays]

So before I introduce more sims, I thought it'd be useful to give the head canon I have for the main worlds I plan on using. I've also given new made up french names to these worlds, in order to make it less immersion breaking for myself.

And I've made some maps to help me in my explanations since I'm aware not everybody know the areas, cities and towns I'm gonna be referencing.

The first thing to note is that I'll be mostly playing in Windenburg and Newcrest which I've both situated in Normandy, more details on that in a bit. Other worlds I'll be locating in France will be Brindleton and Britechester. I'm on the fence on Tartosia which will either be a french town near Nice or an italian town on the west coast.

Brindleton will be called Loguenan. It will be situated on the north-east coast of Brittany and inspired by Saint-Malo and little coastal towns near it.

Britechester will be called Rormay. In my headcanon this is a city roughly taking Reims's spot on the map but architecturally the influences will be a mix of Reims, Paris, Nancy & Brussels (because I need to channel all my art nouveau inspo somewhere).

So now about Normandy which will be the main focus of my save (for now at least, who knows, things happen in 140 sims years) : this is a place very close to my heart, where my family is from and where I grew up so I'm very excited to explore its history and architecture.

Newcrest will be called Dorfleur, it's a city that's basically a mix of Caen and Rouen.

Finally Windenburg will be called Honfreville-sur-Mer which I'm placing in the general Pays d'Auge area because it match best the world and its half-timbering imo.

Old Platz becomes Honfreville Centre, the town's city center

For this neighboorhood I'm not really taking inspiration from one specific place just mixing stuff I've seen from various normand towns

Lykke Centre becomes Honfreville Quai, the town's quay/port

For now I won't be playing in this neighboorhood but I have plans for post 1945 builds inspired by places like Le Havre et Cherbourg

Windslar becomes Couligny

In my head canon this in a village near Honfreville-sur-Mer which is slightly more inland. Once again the inspiration is from all over Normandy.

The Crumbling Isle becomes the Île de Préhou

This island will be mostly inspired by places like Trouville-sur-Mer, Granville and more broadly by little coastal fishing towns that turned into seaside resorts over the course of the 19th and 20th century. It's not far off the coast from Honfreville. I'm deliberately choosing not to use actual normand Islands as references for this because this is the only beaches I get in this world and I'll be damned if I don't explore the seaside tourism aspect of the region and eventually cover this place with villas.

Finally, here is a map of all my made up towns and cities :

#lore lore lore #Au fil du temps #ts4 historical #worldbuilding #Honfreville-sur-mer #Couligny #île de Préhou #Dorfleur #Loguenan #Rormay #yes I spent a full day making maps for my little made up places 🙃 #Alice is from Loguenan and just arrived in Honfreville #Émile lives in Couligny

[astralaffairs]

freedom of the press 08 | thomas jefferson

title: freedom of the press 08

words: 10k

warnings: a lot of angst sorry. 09 will be happier if i can publish it in less than 2.5 years this time. addiction/substance abuse mentions, STI mentions

pairing: thomas jefferson x reader

desc: the 2020 republican presidential frontrunner is an obnoxious, morally bankrupt people-pleaser, but what happens when you become the person he’s most eager to please?

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"YOU SENT ASHLEY my fucking article?"

"Woah, honey, slow down," Angelica said, voice staticky through the phone, but Y/N was fuming. She was sure that everyone in the diner below her apartment could hear her yelling. "Yes, I sent it. You asked me to, last night."

Y/N furrowed her brow. "...What the hell are you talking about?"

"Seriously?" she asked. "Don't tell me you've forgotten. You promised you only had two drinks."

Y/N's stomach turned. She distinctly remembered downing half the open bar at the campaign fundraiser the night prior after the way her conversation with Thomas had ended. She less-distinctly remembered Angelica driving her home -- she'd been in North Carolina on a different assignment, but it turned out the CEO she was reporting on happened to be one of Thomas's biggest donors. "Okay, so maybe I stretched the truth a little, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"It has everything to do with everything," Angelica said flatly. "You told me to send that article to Ashley in the middle of your soliloquy about how Jefferson was ruining your life. You were rambling, but you were coherent; I wouldn't have expected you'd wake up having forgotten all of it."

The more she spoke, the more was coming back to Y/N, though. Flashes of Angelica checking her out of her hotel, driving her several hours back north to DC.

"Fuck," she finally said, palming her forehead as though it'd restore her memory. "Wait, why would I have you send it to her instead of just doing it myself?"

"I don't know," Angelica said mildly. "Maybe you were too far gone to write the email."

"You said I was coherent," Y/N replied, raising an eyebrow. "So which is it? Was I drunk beyond belief, or did I just seem a little tipsy?"

"Honey, I don't know; you were just a little out of it. And you did just tell me you’d lied to me about how much you’d had to drink." Angelica sounded exasperated, but Y/N wasn't done.

"Forward me the email you sent Ashley. I need to see when you sent it and what you said."

"Why? I—"

"Because I don't believe that I asked you to do that," she snapped, and Angelica paused for a long moment, taken aback.

"...Why don't you believe me?"

"Because I'd already decided that I wasn't going to send it," Y/N huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"And so you think I did it behind your back?"

“That’s exactly what I think.”

There was a long pause; all Y/N could hear from the other end of the line was static.

“Y/N—”

“Either forward me the email you sent Ashley, or own up to it,” she cut her off, having no desire to hear Angelica push another excuse. “Prove me wrong.”

“I can’t.” Angelica’s tone was biting, and Y/N’s scowl deepened. “I did send it, but you know what? I’m trying to save you from yourself.”

“What the hell do you mean, ‘save me from myself’?” she asked incredulously. “You were the one who told me that only I could decide what I wanted to publish.”

“You spent an hour on the trip home talking about how Jefferson was ruining your life,” Angelica reminded her. “So why don’t you want that article published? Why are you trying to protect him?”

“Because even he doesn’t deserve this.”

“Why not?” she asked. “Why doesn’t he? He’s been ruining your career, antagonizing you on Twitter; do you even remember how worked up you were yesterday? Talk about your integrity all you want, but that doesn’t mean you have to protect him.”

“It’s not about protecting him,” Y/N defended. “It’s just what I think is right.”

“And why don’t you think this is right? That’s what I don’t get.” Angelica’s huff sent a rush of static through the phone that made Y/N wince. “Honey, this would fix all the damage he’s done to your career; isn’t it only fair that you publish? You've been drowning in bills, and I know it's taking a toll on you. You deserve the money you'll get from this. Besides, you don’t owe him anything.”

You don’t owe him anything.

Y/N couldn’t reply; Angelica’s words reverberated in her mind like an echo — they were true. She didn’t owe him anything. That was what she’d been telling herself, it was what she’d been telling everyone else, and it was what she'd spent the past night arguing with him about.

And he’d agreed. She didn’t owe him anything.

“I… I can’t have this conversation right now, Ang,” she sighed. “I know you meant well, but this wasn’t your place to get involved. Now I need to figure out what my next move is.”

“It’s too late to stop the article. Ashley already has it.” Y/N winced at her words, and Angelica continued, “If you refused to give her the sources, she’d fire you. I know this job means too much for you to just throw it away when things get hard.”

"This isn't 'things getting hard'; it's me losing the reason I wanted to be a journalist in the first place."

"And if you want to stay a journalist, you'll send Ashley the tape of your interview with Adams," Angelica said. "She can't publish without it."

“Don't act like somehow you know what's best for me, Angelica."

"It seems like I know better than you. Your finances have been the worst part of your life for years, and those are your exact words," she said, and Y/N scoffed. However, there was truth to it. "If you just waited it out and let Ashley transfer you to another department, would you even be able to pay your bills? Or would you lose your electricity? Your running water? What would you do the next time a student debt payment rolled around?"

"Well, thanks to you, now Ashley's threatening to fire me altogether.” Y/N scowled. "If I lose my income, I sure as hell won't be able to pay off my debt."

"Then follow through with the article," she urged. "You know it's what you need to do. You have to do this for yourself, Y/N. You think Jefferson's never broken his code of ethics to get ahead? Do you even think he has one?"

“Of course—” Y/N had to cut herself off. Her first instinct was to defend him, but she didn’t see any way she could convince Angelica of anything without her believing she’d been indoctrinated. “It isn’t about him. It’s about me, and it’s about my integrity. It doesn’t matter what he’s done.”

“Ashley already has the article. Don’t forget that.”

"You shouldn't have sent it in the first place,” Y/N said. “This is my job, and it's my career; you aren't allowed to make decisions like this on my behalf. At least the tape will buy me time.”

“That buys you two weeks, tops.”

“Then I’ll make the most of it.”

____________

THAT’D BEEN THE first stop on her damage control from the previous night, but she still had a long way to go. Lafayette was gracious enough to get her Dolley’s phone number; Y/N had a number of things she felt she needed to clear the air on, but her conversation with Dolley wasn’t exactly short.

Y/N spent the better part of two hours trying to convince her not to tell James what she’d heard. Apparently, she’d been holding her tongue since she walked in on them at the state dinner months before, but she felt like she’d learned too much the night prior to keep it from him.

She couldn’t tell James, though — at least, that was Y/N’s firm conviction. If she spilled everything to James, he’d have done everything in his power to keep Y/N away from their campaign. After all, since whatever there had been between her and Thomas was over, James didn’t need to worry about anyone’s conflict of interest.

Y/N’s throat tightened when she realized that.

But Dolley didn’t budge, and Y/N was ultimately forced to give up her desperate plea.

A week passed. Y/N returned to her normal schedule at the diner, and Thomas returned to avoiding those shifts whenever possible. (Although, according to Mira, he hadn't stopped by at all.) To the untrained eye, everything was business as usual; Y/N was working both her jobs, going to election events, and interviewing politicians, but to her, there was nothing usual about what she was doing.

She hardly slept that week. It wasn’t because of Thomas, she’d like to have claimed; she was just busy, balancing everything she needed done, working two jobs and trying to figure out what needed to happen for her to keep the Adams article from getting a green light. This was just how she was getting by.

So when Lafayette called her the next Friday, she almost didn’t pick up.

Or, really, she didn’t pick up until the fourth consecutive time he called.

“Hey, Lafayette.”

“What happened between you and Thomas?”

“What?” Y/N was curled up with her laptop on her couch, indulging in retail therapy against her better judgment. At his words, she furrowed her brow. Why was he bringing this up? Why would he have known? “What are you talking about?”

“Do not act as if you do not know what I am referring to,” Lafayette snapped. "He 'as not been 'imself since his fundraiser in North Carolina. So what happened?"

"I…" Y/N furrowed her brow as she processed Lafayette's words. Had he really taken it that poorly? Y/N knew he wasn't thrilled about the development between them; that much went without saying, but they both knew it was for the best. What Thomas wanted, she couldn't give him. Not then. "What d'you mean 'he hasn't been himself'? And why the hell do you think I have anything to do with it?"

“I do not know ‘ow to explain it, Y/N.” Lafayette sighed. “‘Ave you ‘eard from him recently? He 'as been… distant."

She swallowed hard at the question. "Not… not really. Why, what has he told you?"

"Nothing. And zat is exactly ze issue." His tone was short, and the words left little room for discussion. "Did you talk to him about ze article?"

"No, actually."

"...Really?" The surprise in Lafayette's voice was unmistakably genuine, and it made Y/N crease her brow.

“Yeah, um… why is that such a surprise? Did he say something?”

“No. He has ‘ardly spoken to me since ze fundraiser, and I cannot decipher why. I supposed zat something ‘ad happened between ze two of you because of your article, but…” He trailed off, and Y/N could hear in his voice just how stumped he was. “Did anything happen that night?”

“I mean, no, nothing important," she said, brow creased. "Why do you think I have something to do with this?"

“When I asked him what was wrong, ‘e told me to ask you,” Lafayette replied. "So here I am. There 'as to be something, Y/N."

“Don’t worry about it, Lafayette,” she said, rubbing her forehead as though it’d make her headache subside. “It doesn’t concern you.”

"So there is something zat you are not telling me." She winced at the accusation in his voice, but she couldn't claim that he was wrong.

"Okay, fine, but it wasn't a big deal. I swear."

“Perhaps not for you,” he countered, "but you should ‘ave seen Thomas.”

“Is he really doing that badly?” she asked hesitantly, unsure of whether she wanted to hear the answer. "Maybe he's just stressed."

“He has ‘ardly left his apartment, chérie. I went by earlier to check on him, and he would hardly speak to me. He looked like a mess.”

"What d'you mean 'looked like a mess'? Is he okay?" The question was hesitant. "He's, like, safe and everything, right?"

"Alors... he is safe, yes. But he is," --Lafayette hesitated for a long moment, and all that could be heard was static through the line-- "self-destructing, I suppose is ze term. I do not believe zat it is my place to share anything further, though."

"...Well, shit. I didn't think it was that serious."

“You did not think zat what was zat serious?" he asked, voice exasperated. "Can you not simply be forthcoming with me?"

“Nothing, like, big or tragic happened between us,” she said, and she could hear the defensive edge creeping into her own voice. “We just… talked, and we decided it was in both of our best interests to stop sleeping together. That’s all I have to tell you.”

“Zere ‘as to be more to ze story.” Lafayette’s voice, though muffled through the phone, had a stern undertone. “Please, do not withhold things. I am simply trying to help.”

���I don't know what to tell you, honestly,” she said. “What’s done is done. I can't help him anymore. He wouldn't want to see me.”

“Why did you decide to end things?” he asked. “My impression ze other day was that you were happy.”

She winced. That afternoon at Lafayette's place felt so long ago, after what'd changed. “It just had to happen.”

“Is it because you are publishing ze article?”

“I… no. It isn't.” She swallowed hard. Whether she was publishing it seemed like an extraneous detail.

“Then what happened? What did you say to ‘im?”

“I didn't say anything wrong. I've told you all that went down,” she insisted. “We just… You know we’re not in a relationship. The choice to stop all this was mutual.”

“Was it really?”

“Yes. He was the one who suggested it.” That much was true. However, she wasn’t sure how candid the suggestion had been when he initially brought it up. “Whatever's weighing on him, it has to be more than what happened with me. I don't think our conversation would've affected him all that much."

“Y/N, please, be straightforward with me. He told me to speak to you about zis." The concern in Lafayette's voice was neither light nor well-concealed. "I am worried about him. Zis is serious."

“Then I don’t know what it is,” she insisted, throwing a hand up in frustration. “I'm sorry, Lafayette. You know this wouldn't be something I'd want for him, but I can't help you.”

He sighed audibly. “I realize zat I will not be getting any more information from you, Y/N, but I am not done with trying to figure zis out.”

Y/N swallowed hard. “And I wish you the best of luck.”

____________

SHE WANTED THE weekend to herself after that. She didn't think Thomas would be taking this all so hard, but then again, she'd bottled everything up the moment she returned to D.C., pretended she'd believed every word she'd said to him, and she figured he'd do the same. It didn't seem like him to dwell.

And yet, there he was, dwelling, and so there she was, too, worrying about him. Her stomach was in knots.

Lafayette called her a number of times, sent her countless texts. He asked her to come over and talk to him about what happened, but she had no interest. He'd get nothing out of it, and she'd only feel worse. Besides, she couldn't run the risk of seeing Thomas in their building when she was there for Lafayette. He seemed to be unavoidable whenever she was there, but then again, maybe that was why Lafayette asked her over in the first place.

She called off all her shifts over the next couple of days, claiming a head cold, that she didn't want to get anyone else sick. Mira sounded skeptical, but she let her go.

Despite her reluctance to leave her apartment, though, when Dolley called and asked her to come over to talk, she was in a double bind. She hadn't told James anything yet, she said, and she wanted to hear what Y/N had to say about it all before she did. If she didn't want James to resent her until the end of time, she supposed she didn't have much of a choice. She was struggling to pinpoint why she still cared so much about his opinion of her, though.

But she thought she owed it to Thomas to try to contain the fallout.

“Hey, Dolley. Thanks for hearing me out.” She shrugged her coat off, left it on the bench beside the front door of James and Dolley’s house.

“Of course, dear. I figured it was only fair." Dolley gave her a sympathetic smile as she came to pull Y/N into a gentle hug. "Can I get you anything? I was about to make myself a cup of tea, but I could put on a pot of coffee, too, if you'd like."

"Actually, tea sounds really nice."

"Alright. You just sit tight, make yourself at home, and I'll be back in a minute."

Her mind was racing as she curled into Dolley’s couch, glancing around her house. She knew James wasn’t home, but she couldn’t help her paranoia that, somehow, he’d hear her, astral projecting from his lunch meeting into his bedroom.

But Dolley came back after putting the tea kettle on the stove, and Y/N had to get herself out of her head. She’d boiled her advocacy down into a nice, itemized list; Dolley took a seat beside her, and Y/N began giving her the hard sell.

I’ll spare you the details — after all, it’s everything you already know. You’d been there, a fly on the wall beside the hotel hot tub, and you know that Dolley telling James what she’d heard would accomplish nothing — he'd likely resent Y/N for it (not that she'd blame him; she knew the problem her relationship with Thomas presented for their campaign). However, with everything between her and Thomas having been put to an end, it'd accomplish nothing. James would have her barred from their events to prevent her from becoming a distraction, but it wouldn't change anything, by then, and only hinder her career.

And besides, she and James were friends. She didn't want the brief, silly fling she'd had with Thomas to ruin that.

She finished monologuing, and, as if on cue, the doorbell rang.

She raised an eyebrow, glancing at the door and then back at Dolley. "Were you expecting someone?"

"I—" The tea kettle started whistling, cutting her off abruptly as she turned her head back toward the kitchen. Dolley sighed. "Oh, hell. Would you mind getting that while I get the door? I need to go see who's here."

“Yeah, sure.” She went to the kitchen as Dolley stood to get the door, and she found that Dolley had made her life fairly easy. There sat two mugs and a box of teabags on a little wooden tray, so all she did was put the little kettle on a potholder before returning to Dolley’s living room.

She couldn’t have been gone for more than a few minutes, but when she came back, she and Dolley weren’t alone.

She nearly dropped the tray.

“Thomas?”

He and Dolley both looked up from where they sat on the couch.

“Y/N.” The minute he met her eyes, she froze. Lafayette was right — he looked like hell. The bags under his eyes were deep, and he clearly hadn’t shaved in several days. His beard was growing in patchy. “What are you doin’ here?”

“I…” She was struggling to speak past the lump in her throat. “What are you doing here?”

“Dolley invited me.”

Her eyes widened as she turned. “What the hell, Dolley?”

“Oh, would you relax? You two need to talk, and you well know it,” Dolley snapped, and Y/N’s grip tightened on the handles of the tray she held. “Come here and sit down.”

“No. I...” She set the tray down on the side table nearest her, and Dolley furrowed her brow. “I'm leaving. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but there’s nothing more to say.”

"Come on, Y/N—"

"She's right, Doll," Thomas sighed. "We already ended things."

"Please, neither of you wanted to. You're just both too stubborn to say it."

"Don't act like you know the full story," Y/N scoffed.

"So you don't want to fix this?"

"There's nothing to fix." Dolley hummed skeptically as Y/N proceeded past her, grabbed her jacket from the bench by the door. "Thanks for having me, though. I'll see you."

"If either of you leaves, I'm telling James everything."

She paused. "Dolley, you can't—"

"I can, and I will. Now, get back here."

"This is blackmail."

"I won't deny that." Dolley raised an expectant eyebrow when Y/N turned back to her. "Are you going to come sit down, or was this a waste of both our afternoons?"

“Dolley.”

“Would you two like a minute to yourselves?”

“I…” She didn’t answer, instead turning to Thomas, waiting for any sort of a cue. He was watching her, though, and when their eyes met, both of them fell silent. She swallowed hard.

“That might be best.” Thomas’s words were soft, but Y/N couldn’t speak, not with the lump that was building in her throat. Dolley glanced between them, and maybe she could see the silent dread in Y/N’s eyes, but she didn’t say another word, just nodded before she left the room. And with that, Y/N and Thomas were alone.

She swallowed hard. When she finally took a seat, it was on the far end of the couch. Y/N felt certain that Dolley’s draping coats and resting books on every other chair in the room was deliberate.

He was the first to speak.

"So, what're you doin' here, then?"

"Dolley invited me, too." She pursed her lips. "I came to talk to her about… everything she heard."

"Why?" Thomas looked genuinely bewildered, but Y/N didn't understand his confusion.

"I was trying to convince her not to talk to James about it." She shrugged. "I mean, it's not like it's worth her telling him now. It wouldn't change anything."

"Then why d'you care if he knows?"

"I…" She trailed off, unsure whether there was any delicate way to say that she didn't want him to be on the receiving end of any hostility from James just because he'd fucked her a few times. She didn't think he deserved that. "I guess I'd rather James not think I'm sleeping around to get ahead."

"'N you're really that worried about his opinion of you?"

"More than I should be." Her voice was quiet. "Anyway, what issue do you have with that? This whole thing affects you, too, you know."

"Oh, believe me, I know." He huffed, folded his arms as he sat back against the couch cushions. "I, er… I came for the same reason. Didn't want James chewin' me out over it."

“James loves you. Even if she does tell him, you know he won’t be able to be angry about it.”

“James ‘s one of my oldest friends,” he agreed, “but when we’re workin’ together, that doesn’t matter anymore. He’d be furious.”

“Even after the fact?”

He shrugged. “We knew everything we were putting at risk here. He’d tell me my priorities weren’t in the right place, or that I shoulda been taking our campaign more serious than… whatever you ‘n I were doin’.”

“Then I guess it’s good that we stopped,” Y/N replied weakly.

“Yeah.” Thomas didn’t meet her eyes. There was a long moment of silence after that; she could tell his mind was elsewhere with the absent stare he wore, fixed on the ottoman of one of the armchairs, but his brow was furrowed. He was deep in thought. She pursed her lips. “What were you gonna say that night?”

The question caught her off guard; her eyes widened, and he looked up calmly to meet her eyes, wearing an inquisitive look.

“What?”

“The night of my fundraiser.” She pressed her lips together into a thin line. “When Dolley came in, she cut you off. I haven’t been able to keep my mind off’a it.”

God, she hated how he was always so blunt. He always spoke his mind, always said what he was thinking, and it was one of the things that scared Y/N most about him. He hadn’t been able to keep his mind off of that one little moment, that fragmented sentence.

“I… I don’t remember.” Her answer was honest, but Thomas wasn’t satisfied.

"You never meant to…?"

"Hm?” Y/N furrowed her brow, and Thomas's noncommittal shrug didn't help much. “'I never meant to' what?"

"That's what I've been trying to figure out."

Oh. She pursed her lips, and her movements were hesitant. She knew what he was talking about — that'd been the last thing she said before their tense conversation ended abruptly the night of his fundraiser. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

Thomas scoffed. “Really? I don’t even deserve the truth about this?”

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are.” His tone was unshakeable; he was beyond convinced of his words, and Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “After everything we’ve been through, I know you better than this.”

“And what have we been through? Hm? Fucking on your kitchen counter? I’m sorry to say it, but I’m not quite sure that’s the peak of intimacy.”

“Yeah, alright,” he acquiesced, “but what about all the time we didn’t spend fucking?”

“I…” Y/N trailed off, her jaw tight, entire body tense. “We both knew that was why we were together in the first place. I stayed over because I didn’t wanna travel through the city in the middle of the night. There wasn’t much more to it.”

“Oh, sweetheart, we both know that if you really just wanted to get into my pants, there was no need for you to spend so much time at mine.” His tone was frustratingly condescending, but he was right. “Don’t tell me the reason you made dinner with me, watched all my cheesy old movies, even watered my damn plants was ‘cause I give good head.”

Y/N scowled. "Fine. I like spending time with you. But that doesn't make us anything more than friends."

He hummed in acquiescence, giving a subdued shrug. "Guess not. Making out on the kitchen counter does that well enough, though."

"Okay, we were friends with benefits," she conceded, but Thomas didn't look quite satisfied. "What? What's wrong with that? We're friends, and we slept together."

"Don't try and tell me this is all in my head." Thomas scowled. "Yeah, we slept together. But we did a lot more than that. I know very well I'm not delusional for thinking something more was goin' on there."

“You’re blowing this out of proportion,” Y/N scoffed. “You know it was never like that; it wasn’t what I wanted.”

“No, I know.” Thomas shifted on the couch to face her, and his gaze was heavy with scrutiny, with skepticism. “You didn’t wanna get too involved. You made all that clear as day.”

“Then what’s the problem?” The undertone of irritation in his voice was putting her on edge, and he let out a dry, breathy laugh, shaking his head.

“That you’ve been lyin’ to me.”

“What? I never—”

“I don’t mean your intentions. You never wanted us to be more than friends. That’s just fine,” he reasoned, and how measured his tone was made Y/N furrow her brow. “But what I wanna know now is if you did end up gettin’ more attached than you meant to.”

“I… ?” Her voice was breathless. It sounded as though his question had knocked the wind out of her, but Thomas just continued to watch her expectantly.

“You heard me. You know what I’m askin’.”

“Does it matter?” she asked, but the words sounded hoarse. She could feel her hands trembling where she rested them on her thighs, and she folded her arms to hide it. She didn’t want Thomas to see how uneasy she was.

“It does to me.” He pursed his lips, leaned forward to rest on his forearms on his thighs. Y/N didn’t respond. “If you’re not gonna gimme an answer on that, the least you can do is tell me what you were gonna say that night. Just give me something to go on here.”

“It won’t change anything.” Her voice was heavy.

“Then just tell me." He sounded tired. "I can't go on wondering if this was all in my head."

“Thomas…”

“Please,” he said. “What’d you ‘never mean to’ do?”

“Hurt you.” Her words were nearly inaudible as she stared down at her legs, unable to bring herself to look up and see how he was watching her. “Which feels silly to say now, but it’s the truth.”

His jaw was tight. He nodded. “Great.” He let out a heavy breath, leaned back off of his legs to sit up in his chair. “Great. ‘M gonna go tell Dolley we’re finished with talking. Don’t think there’s anything else to say.”

Y/N’s eyes were wide as he stood, particularly as she hadn’t moved an inch. “Wait, what?” He looked down at her with an expectant eyebrow raised when he went to grab his coat. She frowned. “I mean, yeah, sure, fine. But…”

“But what?” Thomas immediately challenged it when she trailed off, shaking her head.

“But that’s it?” she asked. “You’re just gonna leave now after you pressed for me to tell you that?”

He let out a humorless, breathy laugh. “‘Course I am. What else am I supposed to do with, ‘oh, I never meant to hurt you, Thomas’?”

Y/N wrinkled her nose at his mocking impression of her voice, taken aback by his shift in demeanor. “I don’t know. You’re the one who kept asking.”

“Mm, you’re right. My bad, sweetheart.” His tone was mocking as he pulled his arms into the sleeves of his coat, shrugged it onto his shoulders. He glanced back at the doors to the rest of the house. “‘S Dolley in the kitchen? Hang on a sec.”

“Hey, wait, slow down,” Y/N said, and she sounded affronted.

“What? You don’t wanna leave?”

“I… yeah, but…” She frowned. “Why do you sound so angry? What did I do?”

“I’m not angry.” The strain in his nonchalant gaze and his clenched jaw both said otherwise. “I can just appreciate some good irony, ‘s all.”

“What?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean,” he said. “You’re too smart for that, c’mon.”

“I got the implication,” she replied, struggling to keep her tone in check, “but no, I don’t know what you mean by it. What have I done to wrong you so sincerely? Hm?”

“Oh, please, I can’t do this again.” His frustration was unbridled in his voice. “Hasn’t even been a week since we went over it. Try ‘n think.”

“Do you mean in North Carolina?”

“When else?”

She huffed. “Alright, fine, but I don’t know what you want me to say to that. Do you really want to re-hash that argument?”

“Not in the least. ‘S why I’m leavin’,” he said frankly. “You take care of yourself, now.”

“Wait, come on,” she protested, finally standing up alongside him. “You seem even more mad now than you did last week. What’s your problem?”

He raised an eyebrow, and the amusement in his small smile was sardonic. “Right now? Sugar, you’re my problem. What’s hard to understand about that?”

How condescending his tone was made Y/N grit her teeth. “Then what do you want from me? What am I doing so incredibly wrong right now that I deserve—?”

“Same thing you’ve been doin’,” he spat. “Pretending to care about me ‘n then turnin’ around and makin' me feel silly for believing it."

"Hey, what?" The offense she took was clear in her voice. "Of course I care about you."

"Oh, save it. There's nothing to prove anymore. No need for the act."

"What the fuck do you mean 'act'?" He rolled his eyes at her question, went back to buttoning up his coat, and she scoffed. "I'm still talking to you."

"'N you're not sayin' anything I haven't heard."

"Then what do you want from me?" she asked, throwing her hands up in exasperation. He looked her dead in the eye.

"Something you can't give me."

She was stunned to silence for only a moment after his biting words, and as he finished putting his coat on, she drew in a shuddering breath. "So that's what this is about. You're angry because I haven't sucked your dick in a couple weeks."

He huffed out a disbelieving laugh. "Please. If I needed to get off, I could go anywhere I wanted."

"Oh, right, because the women are lining up down the street to fuck you."

"That's not what I mean, and you know it," he snapped.

"Then what do you mean?" She folded her arms, raised her eyebrows.

He paused for a moment, tongue burrowed into the corner of his cheek as he watched her. "I mean that I actually want you. Am I not bein' clear enough? I don't just wanna fuck you once in a while 'n then pretend to be strangers. But I have no idea what the hell you want from me, so I'm leaving. You can tell Dolley I said g'night."

"I will," she replied. "And I'm sure James will love hearing everything Dolley knows about us hooking up. Have fun dealing with that fallout."

He let out a mirthless laugh. "Thanks. Whatever he has to say, it'll be much easier than havin' to deal with you."

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mailto: [email protected]

Ashley:

I hope this email finds you well. Thank you so much for all your feedback on the Adams article; it’s been incredibly helpful in my redrafting process. However, many of the claims he makes about Jefferson’s past remain unsubstantiated, and I have faced numerous obstacles in finding a source who is willing to corroborate. None of Jefferson’s contacts who know him well enough to confirm or deny are willing to comment. As such, I am reaching out to request a two-week postponement on the publishing of the article while I straighten out the facts supporting it.

Thank you in advance,

Y/N L/N

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THOMAS’S WORDS HAD stung. He left that day with no further ado, and Y/N was left dwelling in the days that followed. She couldn't help but wince every time she recalled what happened. Her guilt was weighing on her even heavier than before.

"Mija, where is the order for Marcus?"

It was Mira's voice that broke her train of thought, pulled her out of her head. She blinked hard and found herself in the middle of absentmindedly assembling a sandwich. She checked the receipt— shit. Marcus had specifically asked for no mayo.

Y/N huffed as she trashed the bread and pulled out another roll. A minute later, she slid his order out in a basket complete with fries and a pickle, yelled it out over the counter, and went on to the next one. They were closing in ten minutes: why the hell were there still orders to make?

She slumped against the kitchen counter, resting on her hands against it after she finished the lobster roll for Sriya. Mira walked in to her left.

"Ay, this mess," she huffed, untying her apron and scrunching her nose as she surveyed the room. Y/N nodded, her blank stare not leaving the floor in front of her. Mira furrowed her brow. "Oye, you with me?"

Again, she nodded absently, and Mira frowned, folded her arms. "And you are happy to wash all these dishes, too? I can leave you here to mop the floors?"

The robotic nod she received in return made her sigh. "Mija." She snapped her fingers; Y/N visibly jumped, eyes wide. She looked at Mira. "What is wrong, hm? Why are you acting dumb?"

"Hey, uncalled for," Y/N defended herself, wearing a small frown as she looked over at Mira's impatient expression. "I'm just distracted."

"By what?"

She shrugged. "I don't know… work, I guess."

"You are at work," Mira pointed out, and Y/N sighed.

"You know I mean my other job. There's a lot on my mind. I'm sorry if I've been slacking here."

"Mm. Apology accepted," she said, and Y/N could only roll her eyes.

"Glad to hear it."

"But actually talk to me now, hm? You are giving me half answers." Mira raised an eyebrow, hands on her hips. Y/N pursed her lips.

"It's not a huge deal. Just an article I've been working on," she said. Her stare was absent. After a minute, she cleared her throat. "But hey, um, sorry to change the subject, but can I ask, has Thomas Jefferson been around here lately?"

"'To change the subject,'" Mira repeated skeptically. "So he is your problem. It is always a man."

Y/N furrowed her brow. "I thought you loved Thomas."

"Sí, sí, pero te quiero más," Mira replied matter-of-factly. Y/N couldn't help her small smile. "You know you always come first for me."

"Thanks," she said softly.

"But why do you care about Thomas Jefferson coming here now? Hm?" Mira asked, making Y/N frown. She assumed she was off the hook. "All you ever do is complain about him. Shouldn't you be happy?"

"So he hasn't been coming here?"

"Ah, ah. My question first."

Y/N shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know. I just haven't seen him during my shifts. I was curious."

Mira paused, eyeing her skeptically for a moment before she pulled her apron off over her head and folded it in her hands. "Yes, he has been by."

"Really? When?"

She nodded. "He was here yesterday."

"Did he seem… okay?"

Mira paused. "What do you mean?"

"I dunno." She shifted under Mira's disbelieving gaze. "I've heard he hasn't made many public appearances recently. Just wondering if something was going on."

"He seemed fine." Mira tossed her apron onto the counter. Y/N nodded, pressing her lips together. "He asked about you."

She froze. "He did?"

"He did," she confirmed. "Why did he ask about you?"

“What? I don’t know.” Her brow was furrowed, and her tone was defensive. “What did he ask?”

“The same thing you asked me about him. What is going on?”

“Nothing, I don’t—”

“No me mientas. I saw him leaving on a Saturday morning two months ago when I came in to open.” Mira’s tone was sharp, and Y/N’s stomach dropped. “I am not stupid; simply tell me what is happening."

“Mira, it’s really not what you think; he was just here while I was closing, and it was the night of that horrible blizzard, and his car wouldn’t start, and the roads were closed…”

“So you had an innocent little slumber party with Thomas Jefferson?”

“I just let him stay here for the night,” Y/N defended. “He didn’t really have any other options.”

“So why is he coming around here asking after you?” Mira folded her arms, and when Y/N shrugged, she sighed. “Please be honest with me. It is obvious that there is something more going on than you want to admit.”

Y/N’s long moment of silence following her words told Mira more than Y/N meant to divulge. Mira pursed her lips.

“Por favor, dime. I am only asking because I care about you.”

“Well, I appreciate it, but there’s nothing to be worried about,” Y/N assured her. “I’m obviously fine, and he’s apparently doing alright as well, so there’s no problem. I’ll come talk to you if there ever is.”

Mira looked her over as she cleaned up the counter she stood before. “Are you really doing fine, though?”

Y/N went to take out the trash.

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SHE SETTLED BACK into her usual closing shifts at the diner within the week, returning to working the dinner rush. She could only feign illness to stay away for so long, and this wasn’t the shift Thomas typically came in during, anyway. Besides, she needed the money more than she needed to avoid him.

That week passed with little intrigue, limited to her favorite (and least favorite) customers alongside a surprise appearance from Lafayette on Wednesday night. Thankfully, he showed up during peak hours, so it wasn’t difficult to evade his questions under the guise of taking care of other customers. She assumed he left shortly after he came, but around an hour later, she noticed him in the back corner chatting animatedly with the old man who always ordered nothing but coffee and read his newspaper for hours. She couldn’t help but smile.

She was slowly walking back information from her article about Thomas, claiming she had another source denying the validity of its original claims, but she wasn’t sure her editor was buying it. Ashley was impatient, and her approach had always been to publish first and follow up later. It was surely only a matter of days, maybe a week, before the article went live without anyone corroborating it. Y/N was operating on stolen time.

But at that point, it couldn’t be her greatest concern.

The following Wednesday was slow at both the office and the diner. Thomas hadn’t appeared much in public since his fundraiser in North Carolina, so Y/N didn’t have much to write about to distract her from the exposé she was doing her best to stall. She had resorted to redundant think pieces about his economic policy platform.

When she arrived at the diner for the night, Y/N was already counting the hours until she could curl up with a glass of wine and watch Parks and Rec until she passed out on the couch. She’d take a night with Aubrey Plaza over her regulars any day.

She was working the kitchen with Jac until Mira left for the night, pushing Y/N to the register in her place. It wouldn’t have been a problem for her if not for the first face she saw when Mira brought her out to the front.

He was absentmindedly checking his phone when she approached, and she cleared her throat as she stepped up to the register. He looked up, and his eyes went wide.

"Hey." She spoke first. "What can I get you?"

"Hey." His voice was hesitant. "Sorry, I… thought you didn't work Wednesdays anymore."

She didn't meet his eyes, staring past him at the diner's patrons as she tapped her fingernails on the counter. "This is my usual shift."

"I know, but Lafayette said…" He trailed off, shaking his head. She raised her eyebrows, finally looking directly at him. His eyes were bloodshot. "Nevermind. 'M sorry. Can I get a roast beef on rye and a cappuccino to go?"

"Yeah. It'll be out shortly." Her words were soft, absentminded as she eyed him. He looked more put-together than she'd seen him when they were at Dolley’s, but the heavy frames of his glasses didn't hide the growing bags under his eyes.

He nodded, leaning down to pay, signing the screen before him. "Thanks, sweetheart."

He was tucking his card back into his wallet as he spoke, and as her eyes widened, he froze, both of them processing his words at the same time. He didn't say another word, though. He sighed as he turned to walk away, and she didn't interrupt him.

She sent his order to the kitchen and grabbed a cup for his coffee, marking it with his name. She stared at it for a long moment before glancing back up at him. He was seated at a table by the end of the bar, typing frantically on his phone.

They had his order out for him in around five minutes, and it was Jac who called it out to the dining room when he put it on the bar. Y/N went ahead and made his coffee herself, forcibly switching places with her coworker to transfer herself off of the register, and she was finishing it right as he came up to collect his sandwich.

"Cappuccino for Thomas?"

Her voice was weak as she met him at the end of the counter, and he gave her a halfhearted smile.

"Thanks."

As she handed him the cup, his fingers brushed against hers, and she couldn't bring herself to let go.

"Give me a call?" she asked quietly when he met her gaze. Her eyes were hopeful, and he swallowed thickly.

"Take care of yourself." His tone was impersonal as he broke her stare. She pursed her lips. He pulled the cup from her shaking hands.

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THOMAS DIDN'T CALL. Y/N wasn't sure she was really expecting him to after how he came in on Wednesday and made it clear that he'd been trying to avoid her. Still, her heart rate picked up every time she received a notification, not letting her rest until she had confirmed it wasn't him. She was let down every time.

She was the last employee there before they closed on Friday, as Jac had to leave early for a date, so she was left wiping down the counters as she waited for the final few customers to make their way out of the diner.

She looked up when the bell above the door rang, expecting the last person to be leaving, but instead, Thomas Jefferson was walking in. Her eyebrows shot up.

She came over to meet him at the register. "Did Lafayette also tell you I wasn't working Fridays?"

"Nah. 'M actually here to see you," he said. His expression was blank, his tone businesslike. "You did ask me to call, didn't you?"

"Yeah." Her voice was small. "At this point, I didn't think you were gonna."

"I didn't plan to." They both glanced over as the bell above the door chimed again, letting them know the last person had left the diner. "But it's been on my mind. I don't have time for that typa distraction, which is why I'm here."

"Right," she said softly. "Can I get you anything?"

"Coffee would be great if it's not too much trouble."

"Of course." The coffee pot was still hot and sitting under the machine, so it didn't take her long to pour him a cup in one of the mugs she'd just cleaned (one cream, two sugars). She turned back to hand it to him. "Here you go."

"Thanks." He accepted it as he sat down across the counter from her, putting it down in front of him. When he pulled out his wallet, Y/N raised an eyebrow, and when he started fishing out bills, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Put your money away; this is on the house," she said, and he glanced up with his dark brow knit.

"You should know by now that I can't be bought."

Her eyes widened at his words, and she looked him over skeptically for a moment as he put his wallet away. He held her gaze for another moment, watching her expectantly, and after a beat passed, the corners of his lips quirked up, giving the only indication that he might be joking. She rolled her eyes.

"How could I forget about your impeccable morals?"

"No idea." He reached for his coffee, and he took a delicate sip as she leaned against the counter across from him. "Why'd you ask me to call?"

"I wanted to talk to you, but I didn't think a text would cut it."

"What do we have left to say right now?" The bluntness of his question caught her off guard, and her eyebrows shot up as he watched her expectantly. "The conversation we had at Dolley's made it pretty clear any talk we had was gonna be more of the same."

She frowned, crossing her arms in front of her as she drew back from the counter. "If you think this is a waste of time then why did you bother to come here?"

"I don't think this is a waste of time," he defended. "I'm just not sure what you want from it."

"I don't know if you do, but I still have more to say," she said. He raised an eyebrow.

"Then why didn't you say it while we were at Dolley’s?"

"Because we started fighting, and you were angry, and I…" She sighed. "I didn't know how to. You had every right to be angry, but I didn't want to think I was in the wrong."

"So what's changed?" he asked, watching her expectantly.

She shrugged hesitantly, looking down at her hands on the counter. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about what you said. I felt bad, and… I've been worried about you."

"You've been worried about me?" he repeated skeptically, and when she looked up, she didn't like the disdainful look in his eyes.

"I have." When his disbelieving stare didn't budge, she sighed. "The last couple times I've seen you, you haven't seemed like yourself. You looked… tired."

"'Course I'm tired; I'm running a presidential campaign," he said flatly, and Y/N pursed her lips.

"I know, but then Lafayette called, and…" She trailed off when Thomas huffed. "I dunno. Mira told me you asked about me, and then Lafayette started talking like he knew something I didn't. So I was worried."

"Of course Lafayette called," he scoffed. "He can't just stay out of our damn lives, can he?"

"He means well," she reasoned, but he looked unimpressed.

"He needs to learn a thing or two about boundaries," Thomas said, "but I'm doing just fine. If that's all you wanted to talk about, I can head out."

"No, c'mon," she pleaded. "I didn't bring you here just for that. Bear with me."

Thomas said nothing but raised an expectant eyebrow as he took another sip of his coffee, waiting for her to continue.

"The real reason I wanted to talk is because I owe you an apology. Several apologies, really."

He put down his mug, leaning back in his chair. "What for?"

"You know what for." She gave him a tired look, and he shrugged innocently.

"Maybe." He drummed his fingers on the ceramic absentmindedly, watching them bounce on its glossy surface. "But I wanna know if you know what you're apologizin' for."

The bored look he wore made her feel small. She swallowed.

"I'm sorry for treating you how I did."

"You're gonna have to be more specific."

"I think if I tried to be specific we'd be here quite a while."

"I've got time."

"It's late."

"You don't have work tomorrow." He paused, considering himself. "As far as I know, that is. Won't pretend I still know your schedule."

"It hasn’t changed as much as I pretended it did,” she said quietly. “So I guess I’ll start there. I’m sorry for lying to you about my schedule and trying to pretend I hadn’t been avoiding you. I should’ve been upfront when you asked about it.”

“Yeah, you shoulda," he agreed with a nonchalant shrug. "I never got an explanation on why you were avoidin’ me either, but with how you started deflecting when I asked about other men, I’m not sure I want one.”

“Woah, I wasn’t deflecting anything about other men,” she defended, brow creased. “I told you in no uncertain terms that I had no desire to hook up with Lafayette, and you decided to push that and scrutinize my dating life.”

He rolled his eyes. “‘S great to know you and Lafayette aren’t sleeping together, but you can’t pretend you were straightforward with me.”

“What was I not being clear about?”

“You’re really gonna make me do this again?” Thomas huffed, glancing to his right as disbelief flashed in his eyes. “I dunno why you wanted to talk to me if we were just gonna rehash this.”

“I’m being serious.”

“Every time I've asked whether you were sleeping with other people, you told me you didn’t owe me that information, ‘n it all became some big fight about me actin’ controlling,” he said. “If you don’t wanna tell me, fine, but don’t act like you’ve been transparent. We both know you’re keeping me in the dark for a reason.”

“I’m not, actually,” she said, looking him in the eye. “I haven’t been with anyone else. Not in any capacity. If I were having sex with other people, I would’ve been asking you to be a lot more careful.”

“So you didn’t call me up to tell me I needa get tested for chlamydia?”

“No, just syphilis.” Her tone was lighthearted, but Thomas didn’t offer any sign of amusement. She cleared her throat. “You’re the only person I’ve been with since we met, so the last thing you have to worry about is me passing on some incurable STI.”

“You haven’t slept with anyone else since I’ve known you?” There was surprise in his creased eyes as he fixated on the first part of her sentence. She shrugged.

“I guess I haven't.” She eyed his incredulous stare. "I didn't think this would be that shocking, either."

"You've been careful as possible to make that unclear," he said. "So if there's nobody else, then why all the lyin'? If you wanted space, you coulda just said so. I'm an adult; I can handle it."

"I know you can," she said quietly. She rubbed at a smudge on the countertop, trying to avoid his gaze. "I just… I've felt guilty about being with you and… whatever this is. Whatever we are. So much happened so fast between us, and the more time I spend in the outside world the more I feel like it was a mistake."

"'A mistake'?" The hurt in his tone was clear, and she sighed, resting her forehead on one of her hands.

"I don't mean it like that, but you know what the reality is here. We knew it from the start."

"I shouldn't have come here," he muttered, setting down his mug and moving to stand. Her eyes widened.

"Wait, hear me out," she pleaded, but he was off of his seat, buttoning his coat. "I got a lot more attached to you than I meant to, alright?"

That stopped him cold.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about what you said at Dolley's, and I'm sorry I spent so much time deflecting." She pursed her lips, watching him hopefully, and when he met her eyes, his tense shoulders softened. "I really like being with you, but with what our lives are, we can't be doing this. We’re not good for each other."

"I never asked you for any kind of a commitment," he defended. "You shoulda just told me if you didn't wanna do it anymore."

"I do want to keep doing it, though, and that's why it's such a problem." She sighed, her back sagging as she leaned against the counter. "I got too close. It's ruined all my objectivity as a journalist."

"You're good at your job," he reasoned. "The way you write about me's gotten more nuanced. I don't think that's a bad thing, sweetheart."

"No, you don't get it. This is a presidential race, and as a frontrunner, people have had enough of hearing about your politics. They get it by now. They want to hear about you and your ugly past and all the things that make you an unqualified leader." Her voice sounded hopeless, and it made him frown. "You've told me too much for me to play it straight. I care too much to be able to decide what the public does and doesn't need to know. I got this assignment because I wanted to serve up your dirty laundry on a silver platter, but I don't think I have it in me after everything that's happened."

"There's not much in my past worth hiding."

"Isn't there?"

"If I've made it this this far into my career without bein' hurt by what I do behind closed doors, I'm not afraid of anything you're gonna dig up."

"You were an alcoholic."

His wide eyes snapped to hers, and she didn't dare speak.

"'N how the hell d'you know about that?"

"So it's true?" she asked quietly.

"I was grieving my goddamn fiancée. She was all I had; I was surviving," he snapped, and she pursed her lips. "You try losing the love of your life 'n tell me it doesn't screw with your head."

"I don't blame you, Thomas, and I'm not judging you." Her soft words didn't save her from his skeptical gaze. "I’m sorry that you went through that. You didn’t deserve a second of it. But now that I know this, I’m supposed to publish an article about it. My editor wants to make this front page news, but I want to kill the story because I got too close to you."

"If I was anybody else, would you even know about this?"

"I got this information from an interview." She spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully. "My source wants to remain anonymous, but it's sound enough to publish without someone else corroborating it."

"Are you tellin' me you're planning to publish an article about me bein' an alcoholic?" His voice was incredulous; he watched her as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. The look in her eyes was pained.

"I don't want to," she said. "I don't want to make this public because I care too much about you. I don't even know whether this would be a fair article for someone to write because I've lost all perspective on writing about you."

"So don't write the article," he said, and she could barely stand to look at the worry in his eyes. "'S all in the past. I'm under control now; 's not who I am. That was me at my worst."

"My editor already knows about the interview," Y/N said softly, and she winced at the dread she saw flash in his expression. "If I don't publish this, someone else will, and I'll lose my job in the process."

"Who did the interview this came from?"

"I did." Her words were tearful.

"Then you can still stop this," he said firmly. "Refuse to write about it. Don't send your boss the notes from the interview, or the tape, or whatever you've got."

"Thomas, it's already written."

Her words struck him silent, and all he could do for a moment was stare at her in disbelief.

"I'm trying to stop it from running. It's a rough draft, so my editor still needs me to—"

"I opened up to you about my fiancée's death, 'n you just turned around and wrote an article about it?" His quiet voice was heavy with hurt.

"It's not about that. It doesn't even mention Martha, and my editor doesn't know about any of that," she pleaded. "My source doesn’t know about her, so nobody else has to. But there are people out there trying to crush your campaign who know about your struggle with addiction. The information’s out there; it’s only a matter of time before someone goes public with it."

“So you figured you may as well fast-track destroyin’ my reputation? You wanna tell the whole world who I was in my weakest moments?”

“Wouldn’t you rather the story be written by someone sympathetic to what you’ve been through?” she asked. “If I withhold the source from my editor, she can’t run the story, I lose my job, and some asshole who wants to see you suffer casts this all in a much harsher light.”

“All I’m askin’ for is time,” he pleaded. “We’re in the middle of the primaries; if this comes out now, I’m through.”

“I’ve delayed it for as long as I can. My editor wants a final draft by the end of next week.”

“The end of next week,” he repeated softly, looking down at the counter. His teeth were gritted; his jaw tense, but he was eerily still. Y/N felt sick. “You asked me to come here to apologize and tell me you cared about me just so that you could, what, feel better about yourself before you stabbed me in the back?”

“I felt bad about how we left things.”

“And this is so much better.” His voice was harsh, thick with irony as he looked up at her. “You’re unbelievable, you know that? You have some goddamn audacity, trying to make peace with me knowing damn well you just wrote an article that’s gonna destroy everything I’ve been working for.”

“This isn’t going to kill your career. It won’t even kill your campaign; the primaries are almost over, and you’ve won. You’re the candidate; take your victory lap,” she said, and the source of the indignation in her voice was hard to pin down. “I’ve been writing articles for months in opposition to your presidential run, and you never cared. We even laughed about it. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that there’s finally some news that might make a dent.”

“This isn’t the same thing, and you know it,” he snapped, rising from his seat as his hand hit the countertop. His mug clattered against the surface.

“And what’s so different? I’ve said the harshest things about your career that I could think of; no matter how bad it got, you were still texting me on Friday nights asking me to come over.”

“This isn’t about my career. This is about me.” The words were firm, and he looked Y/N dead in the eye as he said them. “You don’t care about me; you care about climbin’ corporate ladders ‘n being national news. Nobody who really cared would be able to hear about what I’ve been through ‘n capitalize on it.”

“It’s not like that, Thomas, I—”

“Don’t call me,” he cut her off abruptly as he buttoned his coat. “Don’t text me, don’t talk to me, and don’t come near me. I’ve had enough of this goddamn game you’ve been playing, and I’m done having this conversation over and over again where I give you the benefit of the doubt n’ all you do is remind me that I’m expendable.”

“Wait, don’t—”

“I said I’m done,” he said. “And we’re done. You… you need to take a long, hard look at yourself before letting anybody else into your life.”

Y/N could barely speak with the lump building in her throat. She could barely breathe. Her eyes stung as she looked up at him, and she was afraid to move. All she could manage, her voice hoarse, was, “I’m sorry.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

When he walked out, he didn’t look back.

#freedom of the press #hamilton #alexander hamilton #hamilton film #hamilton fic #thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson fanfic #thomas jefferson imagines #thomas jefferson imagine #thomas jefferson x reader #jefferson imagine #jefferson fic #Jefferson #jefferson x reader #Jefferson x reader imagine #thomas jefferson x reader smut #jefferson x reader imagines #hamilton x reader #hamilton x reader imagines #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs imagine #daveed x reader #daveed imagine #lafayette #marquis de lafayette x reader #lafayette x reader #lafayette x reader imagines #lafayette x reader smut #lafayette x reader imagine

[spanishskulduggery]

hi - I’ve had trouble finding a satisfactory answer online for this: why is it that some adjectives precede the noun theyre describing? for example, “un buen profesor” or “la nueva maestra”. i love your blog and it’s helped me so much! thank you!!

Someone else asked a similar question that I have saved in my drafts I've been working on. I'll give you a short version before I go back to my drafts

Most adjectives go after the noun [el gato negro "the black cat", la luna llena "full moon" etc]

When regular adjectives go before the noun it reads as very exclamative and flashy, as if that adjective were in bold or italics. Full on extra emphasis [as in: El maravilloso mago de Oz "the wonderful wizard of Oz" which reads as "the wondrous" or "the marvelous" rather than simply "great" or "wonderful" in a traditional sense]

Some nouns change meaning depending on adjective placement; nuevo/a, and bueno/a are like that

More below...

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Another basic example: es una historia larga "it's a long story" vs. es una larga historia "it's a SUPER long story"

In the case of nuevo/a if it comes after the noun it means "brand-new" like "never been used before"

If it comes before the noun it tends to mean "newest" or "latest"

As an example:

la nueva maestra = the new teacher [f] / the teacher [f] who was just hired la maestra nueva = the new teacher / the rookie teacher

If I saw la nueva maestra I would tend to think "just hired", if I see la maestra nueva I get the sense she's a teacher who doesn't really know how to teach but that might just be me

Other adjectives like this are mismo/a where la misma cosa is "the same thing" vs. la cosa misma "the thing itself"

A really common one is triste like if you see triste in front it means "dreadful", if you see it behind it's just "sad"

And there's antiguo/a, bueno / buen, buena, grande / gran, viejo/a, mismo/a, nuevo/a, mal / malo/a, triste, etc.

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In the case of bueno/a which is honestly more confusing, this is the way I was taught:

un buen amigo = "a good friend" = he was good as a friend

un amigo bueno = "a kind friend" = he was a good person who was also my friend

Similarly there's malo

un mal amigo = "a bad friend" = a friend who is not a good friend

un amigo malo = "a bad friend" = a friend who is a bad person

But there are certain expressions or set "collocations" [a set word phrase] that use them a certain way like un buen augurio "a good omen" vs. un mal augurio "a bad omen / an ill omen"

#asks #langblr #Spanish #learning spanish #learn spanish #language #languages #la gramatica

[cresent2003]

Purity

Mizrak x Fem! Reader x Olrox

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Vampires had taken over all of France.

Tearing each part to shreds trying to find Olrox, Mizrak and Raeabelle.

The four horsemen were coming up from hell using the scent of death and fear-filled blood to feed themselves.

There was no escape.

"Pater noster qui in caelis est.

sanctificetur nomen tuum; adveniat regnum tuum fiat voluntas tua; in terra sicut in caelo.

Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie. dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris.

Ne nos inferas in tentationem sed libera nos a malo.

Regnum, potentia; et gloria tua sunt nunc et semper.

In sanctis dominis nomen precor.

Amen," Raeabelle said as she spoke the lord's prayer to a cross she took from the church before Mizrak pulled her underground where Olrox was.

He had always paid close attention to her.

She was the last of the nun's after the church allied with vampires.

She had kept pure and locked herself in her chambers regularly so she wasn't forced to see the dead turn into demons.

"There's nothing to pray for anymore Rae.

The world above us is already burning" Olrox stood in the doorway to the room where she did her prayers.

"It gives me hope.

The world isn't burning if I don't see the flames" she said.

He knelt beside her.

"I know that I will die down here when they start to hear us.

They will go for the weakest first and that is me" she said.

He wrapped his arms around her before playing with her hair.

"I think you forget what lengths I will go to keep you and Mizrak safe," he said.

She looked into his eyes before placing her head on his shoulder.

"I'm so terribly scared Olrox.

I have dedicated my life to my lord and saviour but when I need him most I can no longer feel his presence" she said.

"It will be alright," he said before pressing his face against her soft hair.

He never thought he could find a woman attractive.

All his life he had always been attracted to men yet he was also attracted to her.

No woman but her satisfied him.

It was strange yet he was getting used to it.

"Raeabelle?

Where are you?" Mizrak's dark voice filled her ears as she continued to cling to Olrox finding his presence comfortable.

"Here," she said.

Mizrak walked into the room.

"What are you doing here with her?" he asked as he watched Olrox comfort her causing her to relax until she was putty in his arms.

"She's scared.

I came here to comfort her as always.

When will you believe that I am not a threat to either of you" Olrox said.

"When you are no longer one of them," Mizrak said.

"Enough.

Please don't fight.

If we are to die down here why waste the little time we have fighting" she said as she sat up.

She walked over to Mizrak.

"He is a demon.

I soulless monster" Mizrak growled.

"I don't believe that.

Please enough fighting.

It frightens me and all it does is hide your feelings" and she said before walking to the small kitchen to make dinner with whatever animal she could find.

Olrox looked at Mizrak.

"Don't look at me like that.

I saved your life Mizrak" he said.

"I didn't ask for it," Mizrak said.

"You love her but you also have feelings towards me.

That is what created all this rage.

One day you'll realise that night we had together wasn't a mistake" Olrox said before walking away to help Raeabelle.

Mizrak clenched his fists.

Olrox was right and it was irritating but was was bothering him the most was that Raeabelle was right as well.

They would die down here and every minute was precious.

Later that night Raeabelle sat on her bed made of wood and rope as she looked at the necklace she crafted out of the blade that killed her father.

It was a silver cross and it shined brightly in the candlelight.

She leaned against the wall in her nightgown as it slipped off her shoulders showing her soft skin.

Olrox and Mizrak always used the hours she slept to guard their hideout as she stayed up many hours at a time praying when things got harder.

They were underneath the church and it was the riskiest thing she had ever done.

"Rest.

You'll be safe until morning" Mizrak said as he sat down next to the doorway with his sword.

She looked at him as he tried to keep his eyes away from her hard nipples as they pressed against her nightgown and her soft skin.

She was a nun and he kept telling himself that but the way she looked made him want to sin.

"I'm restless.

I can hear people walking around above us.

It's never been this loud" she said.

Olrox then walked into the room after looking around to make sure no one had found them.

"All the lower vampires are gathering tonight.

I can find you some cotton to block it out" Olrox said.

"No, it's alright.

I'll fall asleep eventually" she said.

"We both know you won't" Mizrak said causing her to smile.

"What if we both stay in here and watch over you?

If someone comes to harm you we won't let them get past the doorway, precious human" Olrox said causing a light rose blush to cover her cheeks.

He never used names like that.

Only when he was trying to soothe her.

Mizrak walked to her before taking off the cloak he wore during the freezing nights.

He placed on her before sitting beside her.

She laid down as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Close your eyes," he said before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

He then looked into her eyes before kissing her head.

Raeabelle turned her head to look at him.

"Go to sleep," he said.

"I'm restless," she said softly before kissing his cheek before looking into his eyes.

She then kissed him before laying her head against the pillow she took from her chambers when it was empty enough for her to gather what she could.

Raeabelle placed her hands on either side of his face before smiling softly as she blushed.

He placed his hand on hers before kissing her will heated passion as the pent-up love he felt for her exploded.

Her head was spinning as she broke every vow she had taken in front of her god.

She kissed him back as her body moved for her.

Olrox watched as Mizrak lost control before realising that someone still had to guard the hideout.

"I'll leave you two be.

Try not to be too loud" Olrox said before walking to the doorway.

"Wait.

Come here" Mizrak said.

Olrox turned around before smirking.

He walked to Mizrak as Raeabelle laid beneath him still and silent.

"I'm here," Olrox said.

Mizrak stood up before slamming his lips against Olrox's.

The kiss was rough but passionate as Olrox grabbed Mizrak's arm.

"Don't think you can just walk away after what we did" Mizrak said.

"I thought I was a soulless animal," Olrox said as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Shut up," Mizrak said.

Olrox laughed before kissing him again.

He then let out a soft moan as Mizrak placed his leg between Olrox's legs causing Mizrak's thigh to press against his cock.

Raeabelle stood up as she realised that Mizrak had untied her nightgown causing her breasts to show from the V cut out.

She walked to the two of them before placing her hand on Mizrak's chest causing their passionate kids to break.

She then kissed him softly as Olrox kissed her shoulders.

Her skin was like velvet.

It was delicate and like nothing he had ever felt.

He then kissed her neck softly and passionately as he marked her skin.

She let out a moan as Mizrak broke their kiss.

"So beautiful.

So pure" he said.

"What is this feeling?" she asked as she caressed Mizrak's nape giving him goosebumps.

"Have you never been touched?

The way you cling to him I expected you have laid in his bed before" Olrox said.

"No," she said before gasping as Olrox kissed the spot where her largest vein laid.

"The feeling is pleasure.

Intimate, heated pleasure.

Your body is reacting in such a way as you enjoy what we are doing sweet Rae" Olrox said before turning her head.

"Just Relax and trust your body," Olrox said before kissing her lovingly.

She was nervous but didn't want this to end.

Mizrak kissed her throat before getting on his knees.

He placed her leg on his shoulder before lifting up her nightgown revealing her most vulnerable area.

He went under her nightgown before kissing her thighs causing her to let out a lustful moan.

Olrox watched her as she threw his head back onto his shoulder as Mizrak got closer to her cunt.

She didn't know what to do or think as he kissed her pelvis.

He then latched onto her cunt causing her to let out a loud moan as he began to suck on the bud of nerves that had never been stimulated before.

With one lick her legs were shaking as she let out the most lustful moans.

Olrox struggled to contain himself as his cock pressed against his trousers uncomfortably.

He was throbbing at the sight as Mizrak pleasured her.

Her eyes rolled back as he trusted two of his fingers inside her virgin entrance as her walls fluttered around him.

Suddenly her abdomen tightened as the pleasure got more intense.

She screamed out as she came onto Mizrak's fingers as he continued to explore her most sensitive places elongating the ecstasy that she was feeling.

He then stood up as she breathed heavily against Olrox's neck.

"Let me taste her," Olrox said before kissing Mizrak.

His tongue explored Mizrak's mouth as he tasted her sweetness.

Mizrak undressed Olrox as she laid on her bed so she could rest for a short while.

She took off her nightgown revealing her full perky breasts and curvy body that had always been hidden by dresses that covered everything.

She had always been told that flesh will lead to sin therefore if she showed no flesh she would never fall into sin.

Yet now none of that mattered.

She wished to live as a normal woman so when she passed she would remember the fun she had experienced and not the sadness of her past.

Mizrak pushed Olrox against her bed as they threw the last of their clothing to the other side of the room.

Olrox looked at her as she sat in front of them completely bare.

"I've never seen you more beautiful.

Come to us precious" Olrox said.

She moved to them.

"Are you ready for us to take your purity?" Olrox said as Mizrak blocked the doorway so that they wouldn't be disturbed.

He then joined his two partners back in the uncomfortable bed that they had all gotten used to.

"Yes.

I am ready" she said.

"You'll be going against your vows.

I want to make sure you are truly sure and not saying such a thing to please us" Olrox said as he took her hand.

"My vows were broken the day I left the church.

I wish for this" she said.

"Who do you want?" Mizrak asked.

"I wish for you both to choose.

You have laid together before and know what you are the most comfortable with.

I will be okay either way" she said.

"You be the one," Mizrak said.

"Why me?

You both have more history" He said.

"Yes, but you will enjoy this more if I am the one to take you" Mizrak said.

"I see you remember," Olrox said before kissing him.

Olrox then looked at Raeabelle.

"At any time you wish to stop we won't continue" Olrox said.

"I trust the both of you," she said.

"Good then let the fun begin," Olrox said before latching onto her right breast.

She gasped before moaning as Mizrak took Olrox's cock into his mouth.

Olrox moaned against her breast as he sucked and bit at her nipple as if he was a newborn craving the milk from her breasts.

He then released her breast as his cock throbbed in Mizrak's mouth.

He then moaned loudly as he lifted his hips.

His cum shot into Mizrak's mouth as Olrox moaned.

Mizrak swallowed all of it before flipping Olrox around.

"Will this hurt?" she asked.

"Only a little.

It will feel good after the burning passes" Olrox said before kissing her.

He distracted her as he lined up to her entrance before pushing in causing her to whimper as he stretched her out.

Olrox kissed her neck as he slowly pushed himself in inch by inch until their hips met.

She yelped before taking calming breaths as she tried to remember what Olrox had said moments ago.

She wrapped her arms around him as he held himself back from moving.

She was so warm and soft inside.

"Tell me when you're ready," Mizrak said.

Raeabelle nodded as she couldn't help but focus on the feeling of having Olrox inside her.

It felt strange and different.

The burning was calming down as she stretched to fit him.

Minutes passed as she looked at Orlox "I'm ready" she said.

Olrox kissed her head before moving slowly.

He angled slightly as he mimicked the things that had him holding back screams as she let out a moan.

"How does this feel precious?" Olrox asked.

"It is quite strange but....good" she said as she struggled to hold back the lustful sounds being created deep in her throat.

The way he was angled hit places that made her see the heavens as she let her body have control.

"Such pretty sounds," Olrox said before moaning as Mizrak pressed his cock against Olrox's puckered entrance.

He craved the familiar feeling of Mizrak's cock filling him as he took away Raeabelle's purity.

"Don't tease.

I need it Mizrak" Olrox said as he let out heavy breaths as Raeabelle's walls tightly squeezed him.

"I see that.

Relax Olrox" he said.

Olrox suddenly loudly moaned as his eyes widened.

Mizrak pushed his throbbing cock into Olrox as Raeabelle ran her hands on his shoulders and arms causing him to relax.

She then threw her head back as Mizrak began to thrust into Olrox causing Olrox's cock to hit the spot that had her at the same spot she was in when Mizrak had a taste of her cunt.

She moaned in sync with Olrox as he felt a strong type of pleasure that had him turning into a puddle onto Raeabelle.

Her warm and tight cunt and Mizrak's rough but thought-out moments made him feel things he had never felt in all his years both as human and vampire.

Raeabelle screamed into Olrox's shoulder as the pleasure made her dizzy.

Her eyes rolled back as Mizrak sped up as each of them got closer to their desirable release.

"Mizrak" Olrox moaned his name as he began to realise that he wouldn't be lasting much longer.

Mizrak kept his pace as he pulled on Olrox's hair.

He growled before throwing his head back.

Raeabelle let out broken heavy breaths before letting out a deep set of moans as she came onto Olrox's cock.

She tightened around him causing him to get closer and closer before moaning as he shot his cum deep inside her not knowing what it could possibly lead to.

Mizrak held Olrox's hips as Olrox pulled out of Raeabelle as he came again.

Mizrak growled before cumming as he dig his nails into Olrox's hips leaving crescent-shaped marks.

They all went limp onto Raebelle's small bed as Olrox's cum covered her stomach.

"I'll go find a cloth to clean you up," Olrox said before kissing her and then Mizrak.

He left the room.

"How are you feeling?" Mizrak said as he looked at the woman he had loved since she was a true nun.

When she was still unable to see the true evil in the world.

"Exhausted.

I enjoyed every second, Mizrak.

It all was very strange but it was the most freeing act I've done in a long while" she said as she smiled softly.

"I'm glad.

I wanted this to be perfect for you.

I always have" he said.

"It reminds me of when we snuck out of the church after the moon had fully settled and spent time in the gardens.

This was the first time I had ever been kissed and after I had been beaten for the act I wouldn't have taken it back.

My purity had been stronger than my sisters up to now" she said.

Olrox walked back into the room with two cups full of cold water and a linen cloth dripping with the same cold water.

"I brought you both water.

When you've drank every last drop will you Mizrak clean Rae's stomach?" Olrox said.

"What will you be doing?" Mizrak asked.

"Putting our beds together so no one will feel nervous to sleep after tonight," he said.

Mizrak nodded before pouring the water down his throat as Raeabelle sipped the water slowly.

Mizrak then cleaned Raeabelle's stomach and sore cunt before cleaning himself.

He then tossed the cloth out of the room until they could clean tomorrow.

Once Raeabelle was done with her water she rested her head onto Mirzrak's chest as he pulled the thin blanket she had over the both of them.

"Rest," he said before kissing her.

Raeabelle smiled before drifting off to sleep knowing after tonight she would have two men that would protect her with all they had as her lovers.

#oneshot #maturity #mature #maturelanguage #love #smut #mizrak #castlevania olrox #olrox #castlevania nocturne #polyamory

[inairthings]

911 y Más Buddie ❤️‍🔥💑

911 and more Buddie

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Tengo que dejar claro que no he visto los últimos episodios de 911, en España empieza a emitirse el día 15 de Abril en Star Channel, el canal que sustituye a FOX España y creo que propiedad de Disney+, me baso en comentarios que he ido leyendo porque jamás he sido capaz de librarle de los spoilers, algo me atrae hacia ellos y la curiosidad es demasiado fuerte.

Este post contiene Spoilers así que si no quieres saber nada pues no sigas leyendo, ¡salva tu alma antes de que sea tarde!

This post contains Spoilers so if you don't want to know anything, don't continue reading, save your soul before it's too late!

Leer más 👇🏻 - CONTIENE SPOILERS

🇬🇧 English 👇🏻 - CONTAINS SPOILERS

Bien, en el 7x04 tenemos un Buck que sale del armario y que se declara bisexual, gracias a un viejo conocido llamado Tommy Kinard, que es interpretado por Lou Ferringno Jr. Alias Rocker en la recién renovada S.W.A.T, que para esta serie tengo pensada un post próximamente porque estoy bastante indignada. Vamos, que en ese capítulo se besaron. En el 7x05 tienen una cita en la que son pillados por Eddie, que conveniente, acompañado de esa cosa llamada Marisol, digo cosa porque es el personaje más insípido que puede existir, y bueno, realmente no sé mucho más de este episodio.

Vamos con Buddie

Tengo muy claro que habrá Buddie al final de temporada, pero antes deben darse una serie de circunstancias, para empezar, creo que la relación de Buck con Tommy es necesaria, no va a ser una relación larga o igual ni es relación, pero es el despertar de Buck como bisexual, un primer paso, Buck tiene traumas obviamente, pero en general creo que creció en un ambiente más liberal que Eddie.

Eddie lo tiene mucho más complicado, fue criado, al menos podemos intuirlo por los datos que tenemos de su vida, en un ambiente más estricto, en un ambiente católico donde toda la vida te están recordando que no puedes hacer X cosas porque son pecado y no vas a ir al cielo, esa educación depende mucho de la familia.

Una de las teorías desde que llegó a la serie es que Eddie en realidad es gay, o bisexual, pero que por esas creencias religiosas ha vivido reprimido toda su vida, y puede haber mucha verdad en ello, él comenzó a salir con Shannon en el instituto, ella se quedó embarazada y con 18/19 años ya eran padres, luego se unió la parálisis cerebral de Chris, Eddie escapando y alistándose en el ejército, y bueno, ya conocemos la historia, creo que Eddie no ha podido explorar su sexualidad al completo, e incluso no ha podido explorar nada, ahora es cuando debe plantearse muchas cosas como por ejemplo la razón por la que todas sus relaciones fallan, ahora se ha librado de la presión por parte de sus padres de hacer lo correcto, aunque ignoro como se tomarían una eventual salida del armario, lo que está claro es que Eddie ha evolucionado pero todavía le queda mucho camino.

Que Buck haya salido del armario y pueda estar en una relación con Tommy puede ser el detonante para que Eddie tenga su propia historia, ¿qué mejor que ir de la mano de Buck?, el caso es que el trailer del episodio 7x06 promete y muchísimo, básicamente la despedida de soltero de Chimney se va de las manos y se intuyen momentos Buddie intensos.

Como digo Buddie será real, todo apunta a ello, pero creo que la salida del armario de Eddie y la confirmación de Buck como bisexual será algo que vaya evolucionando a lo largo de la temporada, que se va a ir cocinando a fuego lento para luego en la Temporada 8 ya poder desarrollarlo con su máximo potencial.

Quiero que su relación sea la de una pareja de treinta años normal, con sus problemas, momentos buenos, momentos malos, discusiones, reconciliaciones, dudas con respecto a la entrada de Chris en la adolescencia... vamos, una pareja completamente normal.

Veremos cómo evoluciona.

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🇬🇧 English

I have to make it clear that I have not seen the latest episodes of 911, in Spain 911 begins on April 15 on Star Channel, the channel that replaces FOX Spain and I believe it's owned by Disney+, I'm based on comments that I have been reading because I have never been able to free myself from the spoilers, something attracts me towards them and the curiosity is too strong and I'm very weak.

Well, in 7x04 we have a man called Buck who comes out and declares himself bisexual, thanks to an old acquaintance named Tommy Kinard (who is played by Lou Ferringno Jr. Alias Rocker in the recently renewed S.W.A.T, which for this series I have planned a post coming soon because I'm quite pissed off). Come on, in that episode they kissed. In 7x05 they have a date in which they are caught by Eddie, how convenient, accompanied by that thing called Marisol, I say that because she is the most insipid character that can exist, and well, I really don't know much more about this episode.

Let's go with Buddie

I am very clear that there will be Buddie at the end of the season, but first a series of circumstances must occur, to begin with, I believe that Buck's relationship with Tommy is necessary, it is not going to be a long or maybe is it no even a relationship, but it's the Buck's awakening as bisexual, a first step, Buck obviously has traumas thanks to his parents, but overall I think he grew up in a more liberal environment than Eddie did.

Eddie has it much more complicated, he was raised, at least we can guess from the info we have about his life, in a stricter environment, in a Catholic environment where all your life they remind you that you cannot do X things because they are a sin and you are not going to go to heaven, that education depends a lot on the family.

One of the theories since he came to the series is that Eddie is actually gay, or bisexual, but that because of those religious beliefs he has lived repressed all his life, and there may be a lot of truth in it, he started dating Shannon in the high school, she got pregnant and at 18/19 they were already parents, then Chris's cerebral palsy joined in, Eddie escaping and enlisting in the army, and well, we already know the story, I think Eddie has not been able to explore his sexuality completely, and he hasn't even been able to explore anything, now is when he has to consider many things such as the reason why all his relationships fail, now he has freed himself from the pressure from his parents to do the right thing, although I don't know as they would take an eventual coming out, what is clear is that Eddie has evolved but he still has a long way to go.

The fact that Buck has come out and may be in a relationship with Tommy could be the trigger for Eddie to have his own story. What could be better than going hand in hand with Buck? The fact is that the trailer for episode 7x06 promises a lot, basically Chimney's bachelor party gets out of hand and intense Buddie moments are sensed.

As I say, Buddie is going to be real, everything points to it, but I think that Eddie's coming out and Buck's confirmation as bisexual will be something that will evolve throughout the season, that will be simmering and then in Season 8 and to be able to develop it to its maximum potential.

I want their relationship to be that of a normal thirty-year-old couple, with its problems, good moments, bad moments, arguments, reconciliations, doubts regarding Chris's entry into adolescence… come on, a completely normal couple.

We'll see how it evolves.

#series tv #tv shows #buddie #911 abc #911 spoilers #evan buckley #eddie diaz #star channel

[couldtransitionsaveher]

MALOS from XENOBLADE CHRONICLES

JUSTIFICATIONS:

"Trust me" - Anonymous

"Listen I know they’re meant to be the masculine one of the conduit but I really do think getting a little femme with it would do wonders for her mental state" - Anonymous

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#could transition have saved her #malos xenoblade #xenoblade #xenoblade chronicles 2 #xc2 #xenoblade chronicles #transgender #trans hc #anonymous submission

[sword-is-bored]

Save a Horse…

Pt 2

(Only ONE of you asked but I always give back. Part one here!)

(Link x Reader)

After the embarrassing interaction (Y/n) decided to avoid Link as best as she could. However, she would steal glances to the farm. Sometimes she would catch him doing his duties. When she saw the farm boy look up, she quickly looked away. Ilia continued to hang out with him, she never stopped. (Y/n) felt that maybe with her words her sister might be a bit embarrassed. No, apparently not. Ilia had tried to get (Y/n) to join them many times before. “Come on, you’d really like him! He’s funny and sweet. I know you find him cute.” And (Y/n) truly does find him cute, but after embarrassing herself she couldn’t imagine looking him in the eye again.

(Y/n) had gotten a present from Castle Town from her father. She was excited to try and use it, a clay ocarina painted with flowers on it. She decided to play by Orodon Spring, hoping the spirit would enjoy the melody. The melody wasn’t pretty, but she managed to play something. A monkey from the forest decided to see what the young girl was playing. (Y/n) noticed it and rested the ocarina in her lap. “Hello.” She murmured, watching as the animal approached her. (Y/n) reached her hand out to pet it, and immediately the monkey reached out and grabbed the ocarina. It was ripped from her hands and the monkey ran into the forest. “Hey!” She called, standing and running after the monkey. It went out and around the spring, (Y/n) racing to catch up.

Talo and Malo were walking together and watched as (Y/n) ran into the woods. They looked at one another concerned, it was almost dark. Monsters would be coming out. The children ran back, calling for Ilia and Link. “(Y/n) went into Faron Woods!” Talo cried out as Link came to see the commotion. “Why?” He asked. “I don’t know! She was chasing a monkey!” Link grimaced and ran inside his home, grabbing his sword and shield before jumping onto Epona and riding into the woods. The sun had almost set.

(Y/n) realized that her ocarina might as well be gone. She was lost, it was getting dark, and she was getting cold. (Y/n) tried to find her way out, but realized it was impossible. In a fit of despair she sat down and began to cry. It was getting cold, and she wasn’t prepared to be in the woods. “(Y/n)?” Her name rang through the trees. (Y/n) looked up and quieted down. “(Y/n)!” Louder this time. It was a voice she was unfamiliar with. “Hey, (Y/n).” A light appeared, and Link’s head poked out from behind a tree. “I found you.” He said, holding a lantern up to see her better. (Y/n) sat, shivering and in tears. Link sighed and held out a hand to her. (Y/n) stared at him, eyes wide. “Come on, let’s get you home.” (Y/n) didn’t want to take his hand. The embarrassment flooded her rationality. Link tilted his head, and smiled at her. He realized this.

“Oh come on, let the cowboy take you on a ride.” Her face turned pink, and (Y/n) looked away. “I’ve been told I’m a thoroughbred.” Her face turned a violent shade of red, and she looked down. Link sighed and crouched down. He listened to his surroundings, keeping aware of any monsters. “If you’re going to be stubborn, I’m going to have to force you home.” (Y/n) continued to look in her lap. “Sorry I ran into the woods. And sorry you had to come out here to get me. And sorry for what I said while you were working on the ranch.” The words tumbled out of her mouth. Link smiled and let out a soft laugh. “It’s alright. I’ve gotten those comments a lot. Besides, I don’t mind when they’re from you.”

(Y/n) looked at Link with wide eyes. “Really?” Link smiled and nodded. “Really. Let me take you home, please.” He said, holding out his hand again. (Y/n) took it this time, and stood with Link. “Come on, before it starts to get dangerous.” He led (Y/n) to Epona, who patiently awaited the two. (Y/n) blushed seeing Epona. “Uh, I thought we were going to walk back.” She mumbled. Link smirked and tilted his head. “What, you too afraid she can’t hold us? I promise she’s strong.” Link helped (Y/n) up onto Epona and jumped behind her.

(Y/n) was incredibly aware of Link pressing himself into her. His breath on her neck and his thighs and chest pressing against her. His arms caged her in. (Y/n) was not prepared for Epona to begin moving. Link gently tapped Epona on her side and she began to trot. Link pulled (Y/n) closer, mumbling something about keeping his balance. (Y/n) was fully pressed into Link, practically grinding against him as Epona moved. The ride felt like forever until they arrived in town. Ilia saw (Y/n) and ran to greet her. “You’re safe! I’m so glad! Thanks Link.” She breathed, holding her arms out to her sister. (Y/n) felt like she couldn’t move. She was comfy, and really didn’t want to leave the rock hard chest that was supporting her. “She rode the cowboy, I don’t think she wants the ride to end.” Link teased. (Y/n) squeaked and jumped off of Epona and into her sisters arms.

#the legend of zelda #tloz #legend of zelda #link legend of zelda #link is a softie and i stand by that #x reader #i love him #twilight princess #link twilight princess #link x reader

[verysmolspams]

The amount of jealous Arven I’m seeing gave me inspiration so here: *drops another OC fanfic*

Jealous Arven x OC! Aurelia

Aurelia made the mistake of telling everyone in her close friend group that she has a crush. Unfortunately Arven has no clue it’s him, so he actively tries to figure out who it is cuz he doesn’t want her getting hurt (and he likes her, so he wants to be that guy)

He is that guy, but he has no clue, poor thing.

Word count: 688

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“For the last time, that’s not the guy I’ve been crushing on!” Aurelia lamented.

“He sure seems awfully fond of you,” Arven retorted.

“I’m beginning to think that you’re overprotective of me anytime someone flirts because I’m so small,” she blurted.

“W-well!” Arven protested. “You still haven’t told me who it is! How am I supposed to know if I can trust the guy with my little buddy if you won’t be honest about it?!”

Aurelia had realized that he had absolutely no clue who it was, and had guessed nearly every boy in her classes. When she said no, he then became suspicious of any upperclassmen who flirted even a glance at her.

“Hah, I see.” She sighed. Arven quirked an eyebrow at her sudden swing in mood.

“I didn’t mean to upset you with all this, maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut until I felt confident enough to confess.”

“Por que?” He folded his arms.

“Cuz it really upsets you that I have a crush for some reason,” she said honestly. “I haven’t even told you yet, but I think you’d really like this person too, ya know? You may know them more than you realize.”

His heart sank a little, wondering if it was either of their friends Penny or Nemona.

“Es Penny o Nemona?” He asked her tentatively.

“No, sigue siendo un chico.” She shook her head.

Arven sighed in frustration.

“No tengo ni idea,” He threw his hands up.

“Listen, listen,” Aurelia said, trying to calm him down. “I’ve got a good idea.”

He looked at her quizzically.

“I don’t exactly plan on asking them until I’m done with our Area Zero business. After we take care of that, I’m thinking of arranging a picnic, and if asking them out goes well, you can meet them?” She used her best Fidough eyes, as something that did occasionally work on him.

“I will make the sandwiches, I promise.” She added.

“You’re still not gonna tell me who it is? que tan malo puede ser este tipo?” Arven asked.

“I promise, it’s worth the wait. You know I’m a terrible liar.” She stated earnestly.

“… fine.” Arven spoke. “When are you planning this?”

“I’ll let ya know once we finish your thing first,” she said, smiling to his agreement.

“I still care about you and wanna help you out before I go through this whole next thing, ya know?” She said, blissfully unaware that she was giving him mixed feelings. Hearing her say that she cared so much made the thumping in his chest harder.

“Well, I just wanted to get that off my chest since I trust you. Once I figure out where Cassiopeia is waiting then I’ll be ready for ya, okay?” She promised with her eyes.

“Wasn’t she that mysterious boss calling you?” Arven said, sounding more protective.

“Yeah, but I think I can handle it,” she said confidently.

“I don’t trust her,” Arven said. “I’m going with you.”

“Que? I mean alright, I’ll be fine, but I won’t exactly say no to you if it quells your worries about me.” She said, apologetically.

“No voy a dejar de preocuparme hasta que me digas quién es este tipo misterioso.”

Aurelia looked in surprise at him.

“Aww, you really care a lot, Arven,” She said in awe, almost giving away her feelings.

“What kind of friend wouldn’t be?!” He asked, agitated.

“Okay, okay! Sheesh. Sorry, I’m not used to having close friends quite yet, have I ever told you my stories back in Unova?”

Arven paused at her genuine words, then looked back to her.

“.. now that you mention it I haven’t.”

“Alright, we’ll save it for later, but for now you can come with me. Thanks for being here, Arven.” She said warmly, her true feelings nearly show in her face.

The warmth in her gratitude didn’t help Arven’s already tugging heart strings, but he took her acceptance of his tagging along and ran with her to face Cassiopeia.

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#oc x canon #arven x reader #arven x oc #Arven x fem reader #arven pokemon #pokefic #arven fanfic #fanfic

[xmikaelx]

En este au ni los malos se salvan de mi.

Mao viene siendo el hijo mayor de Shredder (adoptivo), también es el asignado a liderar a los Purple Dragons, sin embargo, por ciertos sucesos en los que Mao se ve envuelto a lo largo de la historia, Shredder decide destituirlo de su puesto, y como no consideraba eso suficiente castigo, a los únicos miembros vigentes de PD los asesinó y mutó para tener mejores soldados.

En general, Mao detesta en dónde se ha visto envuelto mas no tiene muchas opciones, quiero decir, no puede enfrentarse a su padre. Así que solo sigue ordenes y se queda en el clan por sus hermanas (también adoptivas), Karai, Jennika y Mona.

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In this au not even the bad guys are saved from me.

Mao has been the eldest son of Shredder (adopted), he is also assigned to lead the Purple Dragons, however, due to certain events in which Mao is involved throughout history, Shredder decides to remove him from his position, and as he did not consider that enough punishment, the only current members of PD were killed and mutated to have better soldiers.

In general, Mao hates where he has been involved but does not have many options, I mean, he cannot face his father. So he just follows orders and stays in the clan for his sisters (also adopted), Karai, Jennika and Mona.

Masterpost Next

#tmnt au #tmnt fanart #digital fanart #fanart #night vigilantes au

[liminalitycarb]

Xenoblade 2 - Final Chapter (Final Part) - And thus, boy met girl.

It's time for Pneuma to sit down, discuss her feelings with herself, and decide if this is really the right thing to do. Let's just look at the timer to see how long we have to... oh...

OH GOD, THE ESCAPE POD BROKE IN HALF! THE ENGINE IS JUST FLYING OUT OF CONTROL WITHOUT THE REST OF THE GROUP.

Well.. it was a good run everyone. But it seems everyone is going to burn up in re-entry or splat once they finish falling.. I hope everyone enjoyed these characters!

Wait... GRAMPS HAS WINGS NOW!? I thought he just sortof swam before in the cloud ocean. But I guess Pneuma gave him the ability to fly! WE'RE SAVED!

So the Conduit Zohar disappearing caused the space station to fall apart, Pneuma to lose her powers, and the Cloud Sea to dissipate.. KLAUS, YOU REALLY DIDN'T EXPLAIN ENOUGH BEFORE DIEING.

Well.. I guess Malos won in the end.

Nothing but ruins, but also apparently there is a rift?

Oh wow, on the other side was a vast water ocean!

But... was that an actual rift? or a metaphor that gramps was using?

HEY! The titans are here! They just... fell... from the Cloud Sea... is... is everyone dead from that fall?

And thus all the titans apparently ram head-first into the first bit of land they found! I mean, I guess it is nice for them to not be fly..swimming anymore.

I'm glad you do Morag. Because I am still slightly lost right now. Unless the titans are basically becoming fertilizer/whatnot for that new land mass.

Maybe Elysium was the trauma we had along the way.

Also.. maybe it is just for poeticism... but the sky and water REALLY is making me think the end of Xenoblade 1... Did the two worlds merge together?

Okay.. I know it's been a while but I now can't remember if there were shooting stars or not at the end of Xenoblade 1.. but if there were, now we know that they were THE REMAINS OF THE ORBITAL SPACE STATION.

And thus, we reach the credits.

And after, we have more!

Rex, it looks like something's happening with your Zohar.

OH GOD! IT'S TRYING TO TAKE US ALL OUT WITH IT!

Or... it brought back Pyra and Mytrha, but as their own people?

Did Pneuma just cease to exist so the other two sides could exist as their own people?

AND POPPI IS THE FIRST ONE IN FOR HUGS!

POPPI WINS!

And, our final end of chapter screen.

BUT WITH THAT! WE ARE FINALLY DONE WITH THE MAIN GAME OF XENOBLADE CHRONICLES 2!

I got most of my rare blades to S rank, with only a few exceptions (the ones who needed me to craft too many items, or the ones that needed me to kill super bosses were skipped).

I really did enjoy playing through this game this way, and I think I will continue to play through the DLC in the same way. AND when I get to Xenoblade 3, you can count me starting this up again!

Though, I'm not sure when those next two things will happen given all of my other schedule things.

And we shall end, with the final title screen. But... how is the World Tree there? I thought it was destroyed...?

#CarbXenoblade2 #Xenoblade Chronicles 2 #Xenoblade #Let's Play #Final Chapter

[cafalla]

Dorothy, Volume 1 (2005) Scans - Chapters 3 & 4 + Bonus Covers // Part 3 of 3

Here is Part 3 of my Dorothy comic post!

Please refer to Part 1 for some background info about this book and its old website, and Part 2 for scans/story overview of Chapters 1 & 2!

In this post (Part 3), I'll cover Chapters 3 & 4 of the comic, completing the Volume 1 book.

Chapter 3 begins with Dorothy and To-2 aimlessly wandering around, unsure of which way they are supposed to go to get to the munchkin village. They stumble across the scarecrow shown at the end of Chapter 2.

Dorothy and the Scarecrow banter back and forth for a bit.

He's so creepy looking! But he is harmless. According to Dorothy, useless even.

Dorothy begins walking away, and she has quite a funny thought as she's leaving.

Dorothy and To-2 keep walking on, and stop at a beautiful blue river to drink and rest. Dorothy is so hungry that she contemplates eating a bug that looks like a ladybug with spider legs.

She takes a breather to collect herself, and realizes there is a cave located behind a waterfall. Dorothy and To-2 walk underneath the waterfall into a cave, video game style.

Exhausted, they curl up on the cave floor for a nap. Dorothy dreams of being a kid, and of Aunt Em giving her a little stuffed doll that used to belong to her father. Aunt Em calls the doll a Scarecrow, and says the doll can scare the bad dreams away. Dorothy muses on how the doll is nothing more than scraps at the bottom of her backpack now.

Dorothy awakes to a giant snake, who claims that she was sent to him as a sign, as prey for him to eat.

Dorothy tries to offer the snake the wrapper of a long gone Baby Ruth bar from her backpack.

Remember when I said there was foreshadowing earlier?

Well, when the snake isn't impressed with the empty candy wrapper, Dorothy remembers one thing she does have available to defend herself.

Dorothy manages to incapacitate the snake, and her and To-2 run out of the cave to safety. Unfortunately, Dorothy did get bit during this altercation, and the wound looks quite nasty.

Homegirl ain't looking so hot.

Good little To-2 helps lead Dorothy back to the Scarecrow, where she asks for him to accompany her.

It's quite sad and sweet really, considering we now know her comfort toy was a stuffed plush meant to be a scarecrow.

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Instead of starting with Chapter 4, there is a small interlude chapter that opens up with a man writing a letter. Essentially he states that he knows this is his last day in Oz, and that the one most dear to him is away and safe. He concludes with "Despite those who seek to choke that spirit, Oz never dies".

The man is then taken away by robots, but saved by...some guy who just wandered in?

This page is actually so funny to me.

The laser gun? His outfit? Him basically saying "Get down, Mr. President!!" His pose and expression in the bottom panel?

Either way, we learn that letter guy is a Lord of some sort. The Lord of Oz, perhaps?

We also learn our laser gun man is Malo, and that he was supposed to be with her, who we can only assume is the Lord's dearest person he hid away.

Oh no.

Oh god.

I've only just met you, and now you are gone.

Goodnight, sweet Prince. My favorite character, brought into my life and taken away from me in the span of a couple pages.

So yeah, Malo is killed by the robots, and the Lord is knocked unconscious by the robot army.

We then go back to Dorothy and company to start Chapter 4.

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Chapter 4 starts with Scarecrow on the ground. I'm assuming the Scarecrow is meant to be the Lord from the interlude, who we saw get knocked out and fall to the ground.

Dorothy is not looking good for wear, after her injury from the snake monster. Her and Scarecrow talk as they're on their way to the munchkin kingdom. We get a LOT of exposition about the war and the Wicked Witch and all that jazz, which honestly...I don't care too much about. So I'm skipping it LOL.

The crew make a fire and stop trekking for the night, and Dorothy wakes up feeling worse. Here is a page depicting how long and gangly Scarecrow looks.

Actually terrifying. Would never want to be approached by THAT in a dark alley.

However, he is harmless, and seems to care about Dorothy's dwindling health.

We cut back into the exposition story. Scarecrow had been describing a man as "the Fool", who is meant to be the Lord that was kidnapped by the robots.

He is brought before the Evil Queen. They go back and forth, and she sentences him to "the hallowing".

Which is not a good thing.

As the text says, he believed he would have been killed, and is surprised to find himself still alive. Weirdly enough, the man recognizes where he is, and pleads for his life with his interrogator.

He ends up tortured and beheaded. Don't worry, I won't show those panels, they're actually quite graphic.

While he is recounting this story, Scarecrow begins to see flashes of the man's life, and begins questioning himself.

Scarecrow recalls being shown the head of the man by his "maker" (the interrogator/torturer), and is told that he (the Scarecrow) will be a symbol used to put fear into the people and scare away the rebellion.

Scarecrow tells Dorothy that he was brought out to the field and strung up for this reason. At this time, Dorothy begins falling against Scarecrow, unable to keep walking.

Scarecrow thinks back on this some more, and remembers a woman being brought into the dungeon he was in before being taken out to the field.

He doesn't recognize her, but she seems to recognize him. She is the woman shown in the flashback panel and is the "dearest person" mentioned earlier.

She is then killed in front of Scarecrow, and he puts it as them "making her go away". Dorothy is practically unconscious at this point, and Scarecrow picks her up in the present time and says that he doesn't think he likes it when people "go away".

Dorothy weakly looks up at Scarecrow and muses how he reminds her of the stuffed doll her father had. Here are the final two pages.

Gasp, cliffhanger!

Poor Scarecrow and Dorothy.

At least the munchkin kingdom is in sight? I don't have the remaining three comics, but I imagine it picks up with them going there.

Sadly enough, even if I did have the remaining comics, the series abruptly ends on a cliffhanger and is never resolved.

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And that's it for Dorothy, Volume 1!

It's been pretty cool visiting the first four chapters of this old, abandoned comic.

After the fourth chapter, the book includes copies of all the comic covers.

Here they are!

Love love love that these were included.

There are also a couple of what appear to be teaser comic covers/promotional pages for the upcoming chapters.

Very cool!

As much as I personally am not that interested in The Wizard of Oz or retellings of it, I do appreciate the vision and work that went into creating this comic. The photographic acting against a digital backdrop is such a unique concept, I haven't seen anything like it before.

All in all, I think this was an awesome thrift find!

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As always, you can read the whole book and see higher quality scans on my Internet Archive account.

Thanks for stopping by!

Part 1 -> Intro & Background Part 2 -> Chapters 1 & 2 Part 3 -> You're Here!

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