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the hills | myg (18+)

Pairing: fwb!yoongi x reader

Genre: smut!!! (18+), some fluff at the end I think (lol)

Word Count: 2,838

Summary: inspired by the weeknd's song titled "the hills"

Warnings: mentions of infidelity/cheating, tongue kissing, making out, choking, kitchen sex, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, sloppy blowjob, spitting in mouth, oral sex (m. receiving), praise kink, some jealousy, protected sex, henced that reader is on birth control, multiple orgasms, clitoral stimulation, lots of whining, lots of swearing. good god lmk if i forgot anything.

Author’s Note: okay so ummmm this was originally supposed to be posted on my birthday (21 of march) and I absolutely do not know where on earth the time went. but i guess better late than never, right? I have been sucked into a vortex of listening to the weeknd nonstop again and this idea randomly came to me. no complaints! anyways, happy aries season, and this concludes our march madness celebration!!

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I only call you when it's half past five, the only time that i'll be by your side.

“Hey...” You spoke into the phone to your latest hookup, Min Yoongi.

You found yourself calling him now more than ever, since your boyfriend was away traveling for work often. You swore you were on the verge of breaking up with him, that you couldn’t do it anymore, and after all you still had needs. Yoongi on the other hand, was always right where you needed him. Always a phone call away.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Yoongi asked you in response.

“Nothing. Just kind of had a mediocre day at work.” You sat on the edge of your bed. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi was interested.

“Yeah and fucking your cock all day.”

You could tell that Yoongi was speechless.

“Fuck.” He huffed. “You can’t just say that to me. Your place or mine?”

“Yours.” You answered. You admittedly liked his apartment better; it always smelled good and had a better ambiance. His kitchen practically looked like a showroom; it was hard to believe that he did any cooking in it.

“It sounds like you’re in the car.”

“Yeah, I had some things to do. Now I can’t even fucking focus on driving.” Yoongi spoke, laughing as you could hear him turn on his turn signal. “What time are you coming?”

You looked at the clock on the nightstand in your bedroom. 5:30.

“Maybe like 8:30?” You asked to make sure he agreed.

“Yeah, that works.” Yoongi cleared his throat. “I’m guessing that he’s out again?” He was referring to your boyfriend.

“Yeah, god I’m so sick of it. How’d you know? “You sarcastically asked.

Yoongi laughed at your sarcasm. “Just a wild guess.”

—

You knocked on the door to Yoongi’s apartment upon your arrival. While waiting, you glanced at your phone for the time. 8:30. Right on time.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and there was Yoongi, flashing you a smile. “Perfect timing.”

“Hey, am I ever late?” You joked as you stepped through the threshold and came inside, Yoongi closing the door behind you, his eyes on you the entire time as you walked over to his kitchen counter.

“Yeah I know, I’m joking.” Yoongi answered. “You look nice.” He stood behind you somewhat close, referring to the skirt and strappy top that you were wearing.

You smirked. “You always say that.”

“Yeah and I never said I didn’t mean it.” Yoongi’s fingers grazed your hips, practically sending electricity through your body.

Yoongi pulled you against him, the quick movement surprising you at first. You turned your head slightly, and he met you halfway with a kiss. He must have been drinking Pinot noir because you could taste it on his lips.

You moaned against his lips, giving him the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth and against yours as his hands roamed your body. Once you felt his fingers move over the back of one of your thighs, you let out a whine; and Yoongi lifted up your skirt.

“Fuck.” He broke away from the kiss immediately, his lips flushed and swollen. You leaned down onto the cold marble countertop as his eyes were on probably the skimpiest pair of underwear you owned; leaving little to be imagined.

“Yoongi.” You teased, grinding your ass against his now hardening cock in his pants. Just as you were about to get up, Yoongi’s hand held you down.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wore these just for me.” He teased, his fingers toying with the fabric.

You let out a moan when his fingers brushed against your still covered core; quickly moving to pull your panties to the side.

You couldn’t see, but Yoongi quickly swiped his fingertips against his tongue, and returned between your legs to rub slow circles over your folds.

You nearly cried out at the sudden contact, as Yoongi swore under his breath. “God, you’re so fucking wet.”

You moaned when three of his fingers were inside of you, and he was starting to fuck into you.

“Fuck. Fuck me, Yoongi.” You whined, putting one of your knees onto the counter for leverage.

Your words encouraging him; he grunted, holding onto you with his free hand, and fucking you with the three fingers on his other hand.

“Shit, can you take 4?” Yoongi asked you, moving his hand along your back. Completely resting your upper body onto the cold countertop; you let out a sigh.

“Give it to me. Anything. All of it.”

You had no idea what had you feeling so desperate, and you whined when you felt the stretch of four of Yoongi’s fingers. The slight twinge of pain turned into pleasure.

“So good.” Yoongi spoke, his voice raspy. “Like your cunt was made for my fingers.”

You bit down on your lip as Yoongi’s fingers were pressing your walls hard, and this didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Don’t be quiet. Let me fucking hear you.”

He pulled you up so your back was against his chest, making you grab hold of his arm that was around you now.

“Fuck!” You cried out. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“So cum.” His voice was right in your ear now, a low vibration that went right to your core. “I can feel you clenching me. Make a mess out of my kitchen.”

Yoongi turned you slightly, pulling you into a kiss that was quite sloppy, then he was fucking into you with his fingers at a pace that had you feeling that you might pass out.

“Fuck, fuck.” You whined as he was now kissing your neck and shoulder area, nibbling at the skin every so often. “Don’t stop. Yoongi, fuck.”

Your legs were shaking, and you were clutching onto anything you could to try not to fall. Just as Yoongi pulled his fingers out of you and started rubbing your clit, your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave.

Your legs tingled as your stomach tightened, and you leaned into Yoongi. Yoongi’s fingers were still on your clit when you felt wetness on your inner thighs.

“Fuck.” You panted as Yoongi pulled his fingers away, licking them clean.

“Baby, you just squirted on my kitchen floor.” Yoongi spoke, smirking. “Fucking hot, come here.” He grabbed your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss.

He pulled away, his hand moving down to your throat. You bit down onto your bottom lip, and Yoongi could tell that there was something on your mind before he kissed you again.

“What?” He questioned.

“Wanna suck your cock…” You finished the sentence with a smirk.

Yoongi was taken aback a little bit. “Woah—fuck. I don’t think you have to really ask.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, backing up against the granite countertop as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

You could tell how hard he was by the outline of his cock that was straining through his dark jeans.

You reached to unbutton his pants, then unzip them. Yoongi slightly pulled them down just as you hooked your fingers around the waistband of his Black Balenciaga underwear and pulled them down just enough to reveal his rock hard cock.

You felt your mouth already filling with saliva, watching Yoongi grab his length and stroke it once; a bead of precum leaking from the tip.

His hand was quickly replaced with yours, and Yoongi let out a throaty groan at your touch. You leaned in, sliding his cock into your warm mouth, feeling him against your tongue.

Yoongi sucked in a harsh breath through gritted teeth, gripping onto the edge of the countertop behind him. “Fuck, you are so hot.”

You let out a moan, taking more of him in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Then you pulled away from him briefly, spitting on the tip of his cock then using it to stroke him a few times.

“God, I love how you taste.” You spoke, locking eye contact with him briefly.

“Yeah?” Yoongi was so sensitive that his knees buckled a little bit when you brushed your thumb over his tip.

You slightly hummed, taking him back into your mouth and into your throat so deep that he was panting now.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” One of Yoongi’s hands was under your chin. “On your knees for me.”

His words went right to your core, desperately shifting on the floor for some friction. Yoongi started to fuck into your mouth, his cock head hitting the back of your throat; making the most pornographic sound you ever heard. You finally gagged, and Yoongi pulled away, his length as well as your mouth covered with saliva.

You didn’t even realize your eyes were watering until Yoongi wiped your smudged mascara with his thumb. You sat up a little bit when he leaned down to kiss your sloppy mouth; his hand moving to your throat to make you look at him.

“Yoongi.” You sniffed because your nose was slightly running. “Fuck, I need your cock.”

“Yeah?” He kissed you again, and you hummed against his mouth. “Go to my room, get undressed, and wait five seconds for me, okay?”

You looked at him in confusion.

“I have to clean up a little bit.”

You shook your head, smirking as you stood up. Yoongi always had to be neat and tidy.

“Don’t be long, or I’ll start without you.” You joked, grabbing your purse on the way out of the room.

You walked out of the kitchen and down the short hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom. Upon opening the door, the room was dimly lit from lamps, and he must have had a diffuser going that smelled like lavender and charcoal. You set your purse down on one of his nightstands, then quickly started getting undressed because Yoongi was going to be there any second.

Quickly stepping out of your skirt and kicking it aside, then taking off your shirt; leaving you naked except for your panties.

In perfect timing, the moment that you were about to get on his bed, Yoongi came into the room. His pants were still unbuttoned from earlier.

You sat on his bed In front of him as he walked over to you, undressing himself as he went.

Yoongi was in front of you wearing just his underwear. “Hey, I thought I said undress.” He was motioning to the fact that you still had underwear.

“I know. You came in too fast.” You answered, your hands roaming Yoongi’s upper body. “But you can take them off of me.”

Yoongi smirked at you, tilting your chin up. “Open your mouth.”

You obliged, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out slightly; knowing what Yoongi was about to do.

He leaned in and let a glob of spit fall into your mouth; some onto your tongue. Immediately after, pulling you into a sloppy tongue kiss. You moaned into his mouth as he lowered you back onto the bed, his hands finding the hem of your panties; yanking them down slightly before breaking away from the kiss to completely take them off.

He pulled you to the edge of the bed, hovering over you again to kiss you. Yoongi then started kissing your neck and down to your collarbone, then down the valley of your breasts.

One of your hands moved to his hair, you couldn’t help but giggle slightly, and smirk because his hair was tickling you.

“Yoongi…” You bucked your hips up into his. You could feel how hard his cock was against you, and now you needed it more than ever.

“Hmm…” Yoongi hummed against your skin as he kissed around on your chest; nibbling at your skin gentle enough to not leave any marks.

“I need your cock.” You let out a high-pitched whine when you felt his warm mouth around your left nipple; sucking and biting every so often. Your grip on Yoongi’s hair tightened In frustration; making him moan.

You let go and Yoongi stood up off of you, stepping over to his nightstand. “One second.” He opened the drawer, picking up a box of condoms. He pulled out a foil packet and stepped back over to you as he opened it. “I know you say you’re consistent, but just to be sure.”

You sat up slightly as Yoongi took off his Balenciaga underwear. You’d be lying if you said his dick wasn’t big; it was huge. Bigger than you ever expected when you first started seeing him, especially because Yoongi had a very small frame otherwise.

You sucked in a breath, propping yourself up with your elbows slightly to watch him as he rolled the condom over his length. Yoongi had a decent girth, and was somewhat veiny; just like his hands.

“Okay.” Yoongi spoke, opening your legs slightly more than they were so he could get leverage.

You felt him press the tip of his cock against your opening, and you closed your eyes.

“No, no, no.” Yoongi suddenly spoke. “I want you to look at me.”

You whined, opening your eyes and looking at him, then watched as he pushed himself inside of you. Your eyebrows furrowed, it always slightly hurt for a few seconds before Yoongi gave you time to adjust. He patiently watched your facial expressions for the queue on when to continue.

“Fuck.” He panted when he finally bottomed out inside of you. “Take my cock so fucking good.”

You smirked at his praise, reaching to rub your clit as he fucked into you.

“You’re fucking smiling.” His thrusts got harder and he tightened his grip on your legs. “Turns me on.”

“Fuck. Don’t stop.” You whined, eyebrows furrowing as you felt him bump your g spot.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” He shifted positions so that now he was hovering over you, now hitting deeper.

“God, you’re so deep.” You whined as you could feel tears brimming in your eyes. Yoongi loved hearing you, never getting sick of it.

“You can take it.” Yoongi grunted as you clutched onto his arms.

The way that Yoongi was hitting every right place had you trying to keep yourself together, fighting an orgasm to make everything last a little longer.

“You got quiet.” Yoongi was breathing heavy, his face mere inches from yours and you could hear the wet noises coming from your cunt.

“Fuck. I’m so close.” You swore. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah, tell me.” His voice was low and raspy before his lips crashed with yours, the kiss sloppy. You could barely kiss him back, everything too much.

“Fuck. Yoongi I—“ You barely even got to finish your sentence before your orgasm crashed into you unexpectedly.

“Fuck. You got tight.” Yoongi swore, your body shaking beneath him as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

You whined when you felt his fingers on your clit. “You can give me one more.”

You looked up at him over you, both of you sweaty. You watched him. The way his eyebrows furrowed, his throaty grunts and moans, the way he knew exactly how to please you, the way every kiss knocked the wind out of you.

Yoongi now switched your position, now you were flipped over onto your hands and knees. Your face against his sheets; you were too fucked out to care. His cock was back inside of you like it never left.

“God, you are so fucking good.” Yoongi swore, one of his hands smacking your ass hard; making you jump slightly. “I wish I could cum in you. Fuck.”

“So do it.” You didn’t even realize what you were saying.

Yoongi scoffed. “You know I can’t.” He gripped your hips with both of his hands, pulling you back into him. “God, I envy that man.” He was referring to your boyfriend.

“Fuck. Him.” you muttered, hands gripping onto the bed sheets. “Oh god, Yoongi.”

Your walls were clenching him again, and Yoongi’s thrusts were becoming erratic like he was close as well.

“The way you say my name.” He moaned, sending a chill through your body.

“Yoongi.” Your voice was whiny this time. Your second orgasm hit you seconds later, your legs threatening to give out beneath you. Yoongi’s thrusts didn’t change much, only slowing a little bit because of the overstimulation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Yoongi swore before finally stopping, spilling his own release into the condom. Both of you exhausted, sweaty, and panting for breath.

“Fuck.” You swallowed thickly, turning over when Yoongi pulled out of you.

“Come here.” Yoongi turned your face towards him, kissing you.

You suddenly heard your phone on the nightstand. Your boyfriend’s text tone. Yoongi must have noticed your facial expression change, because now he looked concerned.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No. No.” You sighed. “That text, it’s him. God, I so bad want to –"

“So do it. Dump his ass.” Yoongi cut you off. “Stay here with me. You can take a shower if you want, borrow my sweats. Just stay.”

Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes.

Who are you to judge? Who are you to judge?

Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies.

Only you to trust, only you.

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hermitscratch · 1 month

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15. An underwater kiss, Gem/Pearl, 1295 words

Gem could forgive a lot of weird things. It was the nature of the server to remind her at every opportunity that normal was relative. It was normal for Zedaph to dedicate his time to pursuits unfathomable to his fellow hermits. It was normal for hermits to be as shaped by their bases as their bases are by them, like Tango in the Deep Frost Citadel last season. It was normal for Joe to be a puppet- a very new normal, but nonetheless nobody had batted a lash at it after the first five minutes, because of course Joe would be a puppet.

Gem reckoned she knew enough about this fisherwoman schtick by now to know that her catches going missing as she reeled them in was... less than normal.

It was the same, every time. She'd cast her hook, watch her bobber, and reel the moment she felt something, anything, pull her line taut with enough force to be more than a passing wave. She caught the junk just fine, a growing pile filling the space behind her, but whenever a proper bite came along, there'd be a quick tug on her line like the fish was fighting back, and then, the hook would come up empty.

After that happened for the fifth or sixth time, Gem flopped back on the dock with a groan. She didn't even need the fish! She had barrels full, but now she was annoyed on principle. She earned those catches fair and square.

"I thought I was the favorite!" Gem reprimanded in no particular direction as she sat back up. The ocean would hear her no matter where she was. "Getting bored playing keep-away with Grian's mending book, so now you've gotta take my fish? Look at me! Fish is my thing!" She wasn't about to let the ocean take it from her, either.

One more time, she tried. Kneeling at the very edge of the dock, she cast her line without its sinkers, purposely shallow. She needed a fish she could keep an eye on, no matter the size. When she got a bite, she reeled it in slowly, and just as it breached the water-

A scaly hand reached out and nabbed it off the hook.

Gem gasped, tossing her rod aside to grip the edge of the dock and peer under it. "I saw that! Where is it?!" Only the water's ripples answered her, a blur of distorted motion below that was gone before she could catch a proper glimpse.

There was a beat of silence. Gem sighed in exasperation, pressing her forehead to the weathered wood of the dock.

"I'll forgive you callin' me an it," A voice from behind Gem said, "'cause you look like you're havin' a rough go."

She knew that voice. Gem lifted her head fast enough that she almost tumbled off the dock's edge. Pearl was in the water, one arm propped on the dock to keep herself above it. She grinned, all teeth, and offered a lazy wave with her free hand- a hand that was still holding the fish she'd pulled from Gem's hook. "Thanks for the meal, by the way. This is way easier than hunting 'em myself!"

The fish wasn't large. Pearl tilted her head back, held the fish by its tail, and dropped it unceremoniously into her mouth. Suddenly Gem cared a lot less about her missing catch.

"You're welcome," Gem answered, fully distracted by the state of Pearl's body. She hadn't seen Pearl since the season's introduction, only hearing through the grapevine that she was based near Tango and Etho, but she's pretty sure the fish tail is new. "I should thank you, honestly, I've got more fish than I have space. Hey, speaking of fish, how long have you been one?"

Pearl's eyes shined, letting go of the dock to swim a circle, giving Gem a good view of her tail at work. "Pretty cool, right?" Her scales glittered a shade of maroon that flashed closer to purple in the sun, with accents of green around her chest, face, and down her arms. "I've still got my land legs, of course- oh, oh! And I can be backwards!"

"Backwards?" Gem tilted her head, intrigued, "You mean-?"

"You heard me," Pearl giggled, "Fish top and human bottom! Makes it harder to swim, but it makes for a great prank. Nailed Cleo with it earlier today," She sounded proud.

"That's amazing," Gem said, grinning with mischief, "Get Doc next."

Pearl cackled, "I'll see what I can do."

In time, Gem returned to fishing. Pearl stuck around to chat and catch up, and demonstrated that she was more than capable of fishing for herself. Gem lost a lot of bait to the distraction, watching Pearl's lithe silhouette dart through the water faster than the fish could escape her, but she can't say she minded.

"Here's the part that I don't get," Gem began, reeling in a hefty salmon that Pearl had chased onto her hook, "You were only wearing that salmon helmet for a little bit! How'd your code take to it so fast? Beef's been walking around in a salmonskin suit, and he's not a fish! Grian's practically drinking the ocean! And being a Mer would be so on-brand for me!"

"Oooh," Pearl teased, following Gem to the water's edge to watch her ice her latest catch. She sniffed, "Do I smell a little hint of jealousy, Gem?" "No," Gem replied wryly, "You smell a lot. I mean, look at you! You're big and fast and pretty, and think of how useful it'd be for building below sea level!" There were ways around it, of course. Conduits, potions, and the like, but it couldn't be the same. "I'd love to experience the underwater world the way you can."

"Do you want to?" Pearl asked suddenly, drifting back to the end of the dock.

Gem quirked a brow, closing the barrel and brushing scales from her hands as she followed, "I mean, of course I do, I just said-?" Pearl was gone. Gem leaned over the edge of the dock, looking for her.

A familiar hand shot up, grabbed a fistful of Gem's tunic, and pulled her into the water.

Gem had been in this water a thousand times before. Feet dangling off the dock, wading waist-deep to untangle equipment, swimming around to maintain the hull of her anchored tugboat, but it felt so much deeper when she didn't intend to be there. Briefly, she panicked, a flurry of bubbles that did more to disorient her. She wondered if she remembered to reset her spawn at her own home.

Familiar hands were holding her arms, holding her upright, and Gem opened her eyes against the salty sting to find Pearl's, mischievous and delighted. 'Relax,' Gem saw her mouth, 'I've gotcha.'

Familiar lips pressed to Gem's, and the gasp that followed was involuntary. The water burned, and Gem tried to cough, to move, but Pearl held her tight until, all at once, the discomfort went away.

Pearl pulled back. Gem watched her, confused by the kiss and the sensation of drowning that no longer felt like drowning. As if in answer, Pearl took Gem's hand and brought it to her own neck.

Gills fluttered under Gem's fingers.

"It won't last long," Pearl said, and Gem could hear her as easily as if they were above water. Pearl offered Gem her arm, "How's about I take you on a tour of that coral reef we saw on day one?"

"You better," Gem answered, holding Pearl's arm, "You owe me for that jumpscare."

Pearl's eyes wrinkled happily, "I bet I can make it up to you."

Laughing underwater was a strange feeling, but Gem could get used to it.

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let-spretend · 3 months

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hey guys !! this is the start to a platonic batfamily & reader fanfic series !! for some background, this is a crossover with re7/8 and batman. i tweaked a lot of how the mold works and the whole timeline with re7/8. if you have any questions, send through the ask ! i'll be happy to answer.

2/18/2024 - edited !!!

cw body dysmorphia/dysphoria, self-harm (self-destructive behavior), vomiting, over-thinking

mold for thought pt. 1

hit me on the head !

Alfred’s carbonara had crispy bacon bits mixed in, with a fresh egg cracked on top. Damian sat ways away from you, across, five chairs down. It’s not like that was where he had to sit. He always just chose to. His pasta was different, a Lemon Basil vegan pasta.

Coming down to eat, it was always just the two of you. Damian ate with class, properly spinning the fork in the pasta. Honestly, you hated watching him eat. Something about it always screamed like he was trying to seem better than you. He was always judging your way of eating, or anything for that matter. Digging your fork into the egg yolk, you watch it spill over the pasta. Your mouth felt dry. Food has made you antsy because of what happened three years ago. Your fingers touch your mouth. You’re fine.

Copying Damian’s movements, you flick the fork and swirl it to collect the pasta. Nothing was wrong with it at all. If anything, it looked perfect. The sauce, creamy. Pepper decorating the pasta and the yolk running down it. You remember the rotting food and foul smell of the Baker’s dinner table. Fighting to not let them shove the rotten food down. Ethan screaming in pain from the prying Jack did to him.

Damian was staring at you intently, waiting for you to eat. You push past the memories and chow down on the pasta. It was good. Really good. “Glad to see you’re enjoying the carbonara, Mastress Y/N.” Alfred hands you a white handkerchief. The white was now stained with a yellowish sauce.

“Thanks, Alfred.” You say, slightly embarrassed. He collects your plate and you struggle to hold in your food. It was tasty, but it felt like it was fighting its way up. You hastily get up, running to the nearest bathroom. Damian was staring at your sudden outburst, but who cares. With no time to lift the seat up, you just splurged into the toilet. The burning sensation in your stomach disappears, instantly. The barf didn’t even have food in it. It was all black, mixed with some blood. The mold. Oddly, there’s always no smell or difference in color. You sigh in relief and waste no time flushing it all down.

When you were first getting used to the Wayne manor, you used to cut to see if your blood was also mold. You convinced yourself it was just to check. Partially, it was true. With Superman’s help, you’ve slowly just accepted that you have mold. It’s always tempting to go back, but you know it only spirals for the worst. Throwing up was also self-destructive and you knew. You don’t know why you keep doing it. You touch what scars you could see, some self inflicted, from that place in Dulvey, others from crime-fighting. It never gets easier.

You needed to go out today. The mold was practically screaming at you to release some of it out of your body. Washing your hands and scooping some of the water into your mouth, you feel somewhat refreshed. Going back to the dining area, Damian was nowhere to be found, except his dishes were left on the table. You collect them and help Alfred with the dishes. “I gotta go out tonight. I’ll shovel the snow before I sleep, deal?” He chuckles and places the two clean dishes on a drying rack.

“Be careful, Mastress Y/N.” Alfred lightly smiles. You smile back and wave before leaving. Gotham in December was beautiful. You could almost forget the horrors of the city when it was silent and the moon was out. The lights hit the snow and everything seemed brighter.

Your backpack was hidden within some trees, containing your costume and weapons. It wasn’t anything special. Just baggy clothes, some gloves and a mask that covered your entire head. All black but has white where your eyes would be on the mask. Changing into your costume, you feel safer somehow. Your identity being unknown, just felt, nice. Your abilities come from the mold. Besides the mold, it gave you superhuman strength, the ability to reattach limbs, and heightened senses. The mold comes in handy to grapple around the city. You don’t use it to apprehend people or touch anything living. It’s not that you’ve actually seen people get infected with your mold, but you’ve seen non-sentient living items crumble from it. You aren’t going to risk anything. You’re reluctant to let anyone touch you if not necessary.

Fighting petty crime was your thing. Not fighting global threats, not busting huge gang activity, but small robberies, stopping physical or sexual assaults and more. It made you sad that these crimes were considered petty and too small for major heroes to handle. The people named you, the Peril. Which was funny since, what exact peril were you bringing to Gotham? It didn’t really bother you since the name was cool, but you don’t go around calling yourself the Peril.

Being a vigilante, there were its perks and disadvantages. For you, a disadvantage is the Bats. You would encounter them every other time you would leave to be fighting for civilians.

While swinging around, you find a man being mugged. You swoop down and kick the robber’s face in. She falls to the floor and drops the man’s wallet. You grab her by the shirt and threaten her with anything you can think of. The robber looks you in the eye and scurries off, holding her cheek. You try not to engage in combat. It’s not like you were bad at it, but you were a dirty fighter. Unlike the Bats, you don’t know any martial arts. Just street fighting and your ability to use guns. You don’t want to kill anybody. So no guns. Plus, being in Batman’s “turf”, you had to respect his no gun policy. But you were working on making guns with safe bullets.

You could feel a presence watching over your encounter. Maybe Batman? Silently, you give the man his wallet. He thanks you profusely and runs off. You tend to not talk when it's not necessary.

You turned around and cock your head, gesturing he talk. Batman seemed surprised that you knew he was there. Robin stands next to him, disinterested in you. His arms crossed and his head looked the other way. You pay no attention.

“The Peril.” Batman says. You let out a stifled laugh, you always do. He never gave you the time of day out of costume. Without him even asking, you knew he was trying to recruit you.

“No.” You answer, curtly. Grappling away, you leave Batman and Robin in the alley alone. He asks you at least once a week. Which you feel is both a perk and downside. You wish for his approval and want to be of use to Batman. At the same time, you want to lash out toward the man, for being so ignorant.

You feel your phone buzz, deep in a pant pocket. Superman. You like his company. Compassionate and a symbol to the people, yet, an outsider. Being infected with the mold, you feel out of place and in the wrong body. Superman is an alien, trying to find his place within Earth. He’s taught you to be okay with the fact that you are different now. But you feel like he’s hiding something from you. He was sitting on a rooftop of an abandoned building. “Superman.” Your feet land on the ledge he was sitting on.

“P.” You both meet up when you can. He has been the one guiding you through the vigilante scene. Other than him, you have only worked with the Red Hood. He was a mystery to you. From what you’ve seen, he’s somehow related to the Bats. You don’t really care for his identity. He can be nice to you, but he often does his work in ways you disagree with. He’s erratic and does what he wants. One thing you both have in common, is your distaste for Batman.

You knew Clark’s name because he told you. You never really knew why. He doesn’t know your name. Or at least, he hasn’t called you by it. He could easily look through your mask and see your true identity. You’re grateful he’s respecting your privacy. You decide not to call him by his name when on duty.

Superman takes off at a slower speed than normal and you swing after him. “Batman tried to team up with me again.” You say, defeated. Laughing a bit and sighing at the same time after you confess. It feels so stupid to be sad about it every time. You stop on top of a building. “I declined. Again.” He also stops. Superman lightly lands and leans close. He decides not to say anything.

Clark gives you a piggyback gesture and you get on. He heads for Metropolis, fast enough to be there in mere minutes but slow enough to keep your skin on. At least once a week, you and Superman band together and work on whatever it was at that moment. Today it was Lex Luthor shenanigans. Although smaller threats were your preferred thing, fighting big threats wasn’t bad.

After the fight, you go out and eat ice cream; Being with Superman helps you forget things. He puts a hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t want me to explain things, kiddo?”

“Definitely not. I’m honored that he’s interested in my skills. But, he doesn’t know it’s me. I know when he finds out he’ll lose interest and stop me from doing this. Or, maybe he won’t. I don’t know. I’m not going to risk it.” You latch onto Clark’s back again and he starts flying toward Gotham. You peer down to the bottom and admire the small people and buildings. You slightly tug at Superman’s shoulder to get his attention. “I’m going to be gone for a week. I don’t know when, but I’ll text you then.”

He keeps facing forward but acknowledges your message with a slight nod. “I’ll miss you a lot. I like our talks.” He breathes deeply out of the nose. “I’ll try to do what I can with Bruce. Without being obvious.” You’re very grateful he’s doing all this for you. He lands at the same spot you met up at.

“Thank you. Oh, and here. For Jon.” You hand Superman a cat keychain from your backpack. “He told me about his cat. My stitching isn’t very good but maybe it’ll cheer him up a bit.” Superman pocketed it safely, god knows where. You check the time and sigh. “I gotta go. Told Alfred I’ll shovel up the snow at the manor.” You swing away while waving goodbye. Still, that looming feeling hasn’t left you and it’s definitely not Batman this time.

Stashing your backpack in the same place as before, you tread quietly into Wayne's property. It was two in the morning. Rubbing your eyes, you take the shovel. You sigh at the amount of land Bruce owned. Deciding to just shovel the snow on the pavement, you treat it as training. Scooping as much snow as possible and carrying it around, tossing it or regular shoveling. You wish you could train where and how your siblings did.

Staring at the gigantic pile of snow, you put your hands on your hips and lean backwards. Back problems at 17? You laugh at the thought. Entering through the front door, Alfred greeted you with some hot chocolate. His infamous hot cocoa, filled with mini marshmallows. “I could never pass up your hot chocolate.” Alfred makes eating much more enjoyable and feel safer. The hot chocolate was right in the middle of a tray. The liquid burns your tongue but it warms up your insides.

“How was patrol, Mastress Y/N?” Alfred asks.

“Oh, nothing special.” You quickly turn it down. You don’t really let Alfred entertain any thought about your work. He knows of your secret “vigilante-ing” and decides to keep your promise of keeping it a secret from Bruce. You don’t really understand why, but you guess Alfred understands your situation and tries to get Bruce to be a parent to you. He tries to remind Bruce every now and then. Wants Bruce to notice himself, but his work consumes him. Bruce also thinks you’re okay because you can't physically and mentally be hurt anymore like his other children, who fight crime. While that could be true if you didn’t, that doesn’t mean you should be put aside.

“Thanks for waiting for me, Alfred.” You add. He nods.

“You must go to sleep. It is a school night after all.” You set the mug back onto the tray and apologize for the extra dishes to wash. Quietly slipping into your shared room with Damian, you celebrate when he’s not in the room. He was a light sleeper and he always questions why you’re out so late. You made him believe you’re some party animal. Which, you admit, would be cooler than being a vigilante.

You’ve always wondered why you and Damian shared a room. The manor was spacious and had ample room for both of you to have your own. You sometimes think they somehow knew you were being self-destructive and made him monitor you. Or, maybe to punish him by being with you. You try not to question everything Bruce decides, but it’s hard not to.

You sink into the silky bed sheets and just stay that way. Not bothering to get into them. Your room was a place of comfort, but being in the manor always tired you. It reminded you of the absence of Bruce and your siblings. Being away from Ethan, you feel you miss out on so much. Bruce and your siblings have a bond over being Bats, Ethan has Rose now, and Alfred doesn’t just take care of you. You’re happy that he gives you any attention.

Alfred the Cat climbs up onto your bed and snuggles into you. One reason you’re happy you’re rooming with Damian and not somebody else. You’re reluctant to pet him because of the mold. But you convince yourself you can do it. You pet him softly and sigh. He meows quietly from the petting and begins to purr.

A quiet click comes from behind you, quiet footsteps ensue after an hour of your sulking. “Are you still up?” Despite knowing he knows you’re awake, you decide to fake it. Your hand is still on top of Alfred the cat’s head. “I know that you are awake.” You sigh and decide to face upwards.

You couldn’t make out exactly where he was standing but look in the general direction of where his voice was. “Okay, maybe I am. Why?” He also sits on his bed, slightly creaking.

“Was just wondering why you were throwing up your brains out after Alfred’s dinner. Rude, much?” Shit. He heard that? That’s why he was gone when you were back. You think back to when he was Robin a couple hours ago, giving attitude. Rude, much?

“Just nervous ‘bout the trip.” Which was true. “I’m going to visit Mr. Winters for a week, to see the baby. I want her to like me.” He lets out a sound that seems like he half believes you, but he doesn’t care enough to pry. “Anyways, I’m going to pick you up sometime next week. For publicity, as Mr. Wayne says.”

He sighs. “I know.” You wait for more, but all he does is settle in bed. What a cute little brother. No thanks or comment. Guess that’s just how they all act.

Also trying to settle in bed, you feel bad again. Not trying to alarm Damian, all you do is put a hand on your closed eyes and try to soothe yourself. Ethan will understand this feeling, right? Your body doesn’t feel like your own anymore and you hate that you can’t even control your mold well. You still have to listen to it, have to release it. What if you suddenly couldn’t control it and it infects Damian right now? Turn out like the Bakers? Shutting your eyes tight, you flop your body so that you are lying on your stomach. Breathing deeply into your pillows, it slows. You turn your head sideways for fresh air. The cat was sleeping peacefully next to you.

Right. Tomorrow’s school. You had to be okay. You flip onto your back and close your eyes, letting your brain take over. Mold, mold and more mold. Accepting that your dream was going to be about mold, you sigh, letting sleep take over you. Damian watches, recognizing that you had some sort of stress-induced breakdown before bed. He jots something down and puts it away in this nightstand.

You wake due to a feeling of being watched, your eyes open to Damian looming over you. “What’s wrong, Damian? Are you okay, need something?” More worried than anything, you quickly get up. He never was this attentive towards you. Though, Damian was the one you talked to the most.

“Nothing. Just confirming things, L/N” You were too tired to comprehend what he was trying to say. Rubbing your face, you force yourself to the bathroom, which was also shared with Damian. He follows you in, watching you brush your teeth. You roll your eyes.

“I’m doing my regular morning routine like always, Damian. You’ve got to get ready too.” Pointing to his body with your toothbrush, which was still in pajamas. He clicks his tongue in annoyance but follows your orders.

Stepping out of the car, you thank Alfred for the daily rides to school. Tim was off before you could catch up or talk. You sigh.

Gotham City High school. Something happens here at least once a week. You don’t really talk to anyone like Tim does. Your mind was busy a lot and people couldn’t understand or want to wait. When you first were settling into the Wayne household, you remember Damian being upset with you because you were zoning out. It's happened more than you can count with regular people. It also seemed like people knew something was different about you.

During math, your body starts to feel weak. You could sense Tim staring like how Damian was yesterday, like he was assessing you. You stare down at the worksheet, trying to focus. Touching your face, you try to calm down. That burning feeling creeps up in your stomach again. Having no choice, you decide to go to the bathroom. One rule you had was to never throw up the mold at school. Anyone could come in at any moment and hear you. You slip toward the back doors of the school and open them slightly, just enough to see the grassy plains of the field. From your hands, you release your mold onto the grass. It turns black and crumbles into the air. It horrifies you everytime. If you could've, you would have preferred throwing it up for this reason.

You were running back to class, realizing you were taking longer than what a normal bathroom break would be. “L/N.” Before you could open your mouth, you were redirected by the teacher. You slide the bathroom pass back with irritation and grab your things. It was not the first time you had to attend detention for your tardiness. Sometimes you were glad Bruce didn’t notice your slip-ups, he would be up your ass.

You took as long as you could to the classroom. Touching the cold lockers as you went by, looking at posters and ignoring people passing.

“Again, L/N?” The supervisor hands you a reflection form for you to fill out. You were running out of excuses to write on them. Sighing, you decide to just sleep and not fill it out.

“L/N?” You raise your head up slowly, waiting for you to be scolded. “L/N!” You whip your head toward the voice of the supervisor. She looked frightened. What had her yelling? Feeling a hand grab your neck, you immediately push the person off of you with your elbows. They fall to the floor with a grunt.

“Fuck!” You yell out. The Scarecrow. He looked worse in person. “Sorry.” You stop in your tracks. Why were you apologizing to this man? He grabs your leg and brings you down with him. The supervisor runs out while the Scarecrow is distracted with you. Screaming from the halls leaks into the room. “What did you do?” He laughs and ties your arms behind your back.

He leads you to a getaway car which has one student already inside. Students and teachers were all yelling and screaming at the air. Scarecrow must’ve released fear toxin into the school. Did Tim also inhale the fumes? Was he okay? Did Scarecrow know you were of relation to Bruce Wayne? He shoves you aggressively in and gets in himself. The girl next to you was crying her eyes out, snot drooping down into her mouth. “Do I frighten you?” He asks. He laughs quietly from your silence and the girl’s loud sobbing. “I’m conducting an experiment, if you will. You two are my constants.” You eyebrow furrow. Constants? Is he going to create a new strain of the fear toxin? You decide to stay quiet but try to comfort the blonde girl next to you as much as you could.

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Top 5 Raoul moments from poto? 👀

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD Q THANK YOU SO MUCH

Okay so there's so many that I absolutely adore, but off the top of my head, in no particular order...

1. BRAVA!! BRAVA!! And his entire solo in Think of Me 🥹 HE'S SO HAPPY TO SEE HER I'M GONNA CRY

2. As we read to each other dark stories of the north! THE FACE HE MAKES LOL AND THE WAY HE SAYS IT. And just. This entire scene where they're catching up with each other and reminiscing about their childhood oh my HEART

3. Him asking for another kiss in All I Ask of You 😭 AND THE WAY HE HOLDS HER HEADDDDD AAUHWHEWGDHHWHDW. And just. the entirety of All I Ask of You, really. just that entire scene. my heart can't handle it actually

And AND the confused expression then LOOK OF JOY AND REALIZATION HERE:

Also let's not forget... "CHRISTINE, I LOOOOVEEE YOUUU" 😭😭😭

IT WAS SO SPONTANEOUS SO JOYFUL AS IF HIS HEART COULDN'T CONTAIN IT ANYMORE AND HE HAD TO SAY IT. AND CHRISTINE'S REACTION AFTERWARDS CLUTCHING HER HEART OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS I'M GONNA CRY AGAIN

AND ALSO his expression of surprise here when Christine sings "order your fine horses!"

And OF COURSE the parts directly before the song, when Christine just crumples after hearing the Phantom again and Raoul sees just how SCARED she is, and how he immediately comforts herrr 😭 I love them so much you don't understand I LOVE THEM SO MUCH MY BELOVEDS

4. Every moment of him dancing in Masqueradeeeee 😭 YOU GO, BBY!! go Raoul go Raoul GO!! (also he looks MAGNIFICENT in that outfit omg 👀)

5. The way he steps up before and after Point of No Return. Just. A magnificent display of leadership and how he was able to keep his bearings even after Piangi died, even when he was clearly panicking because the Phantom just took Christine. COMFORTING MEGGGG and doing exactly what you should in an emergency, telling SPECIFIC people what to do (instead of vaguely shouting orders). Bear in mind he was TWENTY-ONE when this took place (at least in the book) so like kudos to him??? Twenty-one is practically still a teenager and I SHOULD KNOW IM NEARLY TWENTY-ONE AND I STILL FEEL FIFTEEN. PEOPLE SHOULD PROBABLY TAKE THAT INTO ACCOUNT REGARDING RAOUL MORE.

Also he's just adorable in this GIF 😭 (I wanna... touch his hair...)

6. I'm so sorry I'm gonna cheat and add a sixth because THIS MOMENT NEEDS TO BE ADDED. THIS MOMENT, when he leads Christine out of the Phantom's lair 😭😭😭 LOOK AT HIS FACE. THAT LOOK OF SORROW. HE KNOWS CHRISTINE ISN'T FULLY FOLLOWING HIM AND MAYBE SHE WON'T EVER WILL. BECAUSE A PART OF HER WAS LEFT WITH THE PHANTOM AND HE CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. CAN'T DO ANYTHING BUT LOVE HER. AND OQJWYSHQHDHQHDHWHDHWHDH???!? BYE I'M GONNA GO AND CRY NOW

BONUS:

When he almost trips on the bench 😭

Send me Top Five Anythings and I'll answer!

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playername-player-of-games · 9 months

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and here’s part 3! here’s part 1 and part 2 - and here it is on ao3! - once again inspired by @chrisrin ’s gemcyt au :D

What was he thinking?

Joel slips out of the palanquin with two gems in hand. When he gets a moment he’ll bubble them, but for now he needs to run.

What was he thinking?

He slips past soldiers- gems that are twice his size and eight times his weight, each one tougher than the last. How he managed to slip past them the first time is beyond him, but now he’s doing it again.

What was he thinking?

He chalks it up to the cloak- it’s making all his green-ness blend in with the night as he runs, and keeps his two new treasures from catching too much light.

What. Was. He. Thinking.

A topaz looks his way- he throws himself behind a tree trunk, holding as still as possible. He doesn’t move, doesn’t think, doesn’t do anything for a solid five minutes.

Seriously, what was he thinking.

He dares to peek at his treasures.

In his right hand, Pink Diamond’s gem.

In his left, her new pearl.

He’s SO dead.

“I’m going to be shattered for this,” he breathes, peeking out from his tree and taking off running again, a little sing-song despite his oncoming demise, “I’m so shattered for this! Grian’s actually going to shatter me this time!”

He’s done many a stupid thing over the years, (falling off cliffs, fighting a bear, the…arson)- but this takes the cake. Grian’s going to shatter him. Grian is going to take one of Iskall’s hammers, and he is going to put Joel on the table, and he is going to smash his gem up into little bits and-

“Joel!" a voice hisses.

Joel stumbles to a stop and looks to the brush to find his brother. Jimmy is gesturing for him to come here, NOW, so Joel dives for him and lands at his feet.

“Where were you?!” Jimmy demands, tugging Joel upright by the wrist and finding the pearl in his hand, “who’s this?”

“Nobody!” Joel hisses, bubbling the pearl with one hand and hiding Pink Diamond behind his back. He taps the bubble’s top and then it's gone, whisked away to his tent where hopefully nobody will find it, “it’s nobody, don’t worry about it!”

Jimmy doesn't press him for details, just tugs him down into the brush as another topaz patrol passes. Joel likes that about him, they've known each other for hundreds of years and Joel can still get away with whatever he wants because Jimmy is too nice for his own good.

"Come on," Jimmy climbs out of the bush and starts sneaking back towards base once the topaz is well out of sight, "they're wondering where you ran off to."

"I didn't run off to anywhere," Joel snaps, trying to keep his hands from shaking, (and failing miserably), "I just- got lost."

"Joel, you know this planet better than the gems who lived here before you."

"It's dark!"

A twig snaps. They each dive under the bushes again, laying as flat as possible. Jimmy raises an eyebrow at him, and Joel glares.

"What?" he hisses, "you've never seen an elite fighter gem get lost in the dark? It's not like I have night vision, Jimmy."

He rolls his eyes. "Sure, yeah."

Joel pokes his head up. The coast is clear. He rolls out of the bush and leaves Jimmy behind to fend for himself, (take that Jimmy), but then he falls into step next to him, one wing whacking him wetly on the head.

"Seriously Joel," Jimmy asks, "where were you?"

Okay, so maybe sometimes Jimmy does press for details. He never follows through though, so Joel doesn't answer. (He doesn't know how to answer.) He shrugs.

They're quiet all the way back to base. Jimmy glares at him for most of it, but he can't bring himself to care. His hands tremble under his cloak. If Jimmy is suspicious, he hasn't mentioned it. They're passing the warp pad, Joel has to act now, act fast, go go go-

"Oh, you know what?" he jumps onto the warp pad, "I've just remembered I was going to do something elsewhere for a bit! I'll catch up with you later, Jimmy!"

"Wh- Joel!" Jimmy protests, but he's already warping, awash in a stream of light that sends him across the planet- away from Jimmy, away from base, away from the palanquin and his problems, and lands at the edge of a roofed forest.

And he runs.

He doesn't know where he's going, (Left, left, left, he's going in circles), feels like he's cornering himself each time he ducks around a giant trunk. He's grateful for his cloak, for the cover of night.

Pink Diamond's gem begins to glow.

"Not yet, My Diamond, please."

He's faster now, (he got a head start), and this time he goes right, dashing around a trunk, and finds himself in a clearing, catching himself before he trips over a stump. Moonlight spills over him as if someone tipped it out of a bucket, filtering through leaves and making the whole clearing glow like a hazy dream.

He takes a step over the stump- then another. Then three more. Pulls off his hood and falls to his knees when his legs finally, finally give out.

Did he really just do that?

He brings his hands in front of him- cupping Pink Diamond's gem in his hands. She's waiting for him. He doesn't know how to explain it- but he knows she's waiting.

He really just did that.

"Oh, what am I doing?" he whispers, pushing one hand through his hair, "I can't- I can't hide a Diamond."

Then, to his horror, she begins to glow.

He yelps- nearly dropping her- and sits in stunned silence as she reforms in front of him- her hair is longer, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her head bowed, her eyes closed.

There she is.

He falls into that familiar diamond salute, tears rolling down his face.

"My Diamond?"

Pink Diamond opens her eyes- they widen when they meet his.

And the world stops breathing.

"Pearl?"

"Joel," he answers, correcting on instinct, then backtracks- "ah, but you don't- you don't have to call me that, it's just the name I picked when- when I came to this plan-”

Her hand brushes lightly against his jaw, and he promptly shuts up. She tilts his head just so, brushes her fingers up along his jaw until she’s cupping his cheek.

"Joel," she whispers, brushing away his tears with her thumb. Her smile is subtle- the moonlight makes her own tears seem to glow- “that’s a good name.”

And he laughs, and he cries, and he drops his salute because she's still His Diamond, even after- after six hundred years-

"Thank you," he says, bringing his own hand up to cup gently around hers, "I was hoping you would like it."

She smiles, real and bright and lovely as ever, then uses her other hand to brush her fingers through his hair, "you changed your hair! It's all black now."

"Not- not all of it!" he says, and uses his other hand to string through his fringe, "this front bit's still green."

“It’s so much longer!” she brushes through it with both hands and playfully swats him in the face with the ends, “are you trying to steal my look?”

“No, no! I just like it long-!” he laughs as she squishes his face between her palms, “My Diamond, please-!”

Grief crashes over them like a tidal wave.

It’s been six hundred years. The garden is different now- what should be the laughter of humans is now singing crickets. Grief and fear morph into one, crushing them on all sides. They imagine this is what gravity feels like to most beings.

They don’t need to breathe, but they gasp for air anyway as they open their eyes, (all four of them), and tears spill onto the grass. The grief settles heavy in their chest, eclipsed by fear, then seemingly melting away- shadowed by- by-

“I missed you,” it whispers, its lower set of arms hugging itself tightly. Its upper set of hands reaches up to wipe away tears. It laughs as its eyes make rain, as fear melts into relief, “I missed you so much.”

It cries- they cry- and they laugh, all four arms wrapping around themself, and relief turns warm and floaty like this planet’s sun, and they’re encompassed by the warmth, by something that feels like- like-

(Stars, there is so much love.)

They tilt their head back- their eyes find the moon. A smile finds their lips. All at once, they’re home.

“Your planet is beautiful,” she whispers like a precious secret, “you-you’ve visited so much of it!”

And love turns giddy, and excited, and suddenly they can’t stay kneeling in the dirt.

“Oh, I wish I could- I wish I could go, right now,” he answers themself, and gets to its feet to search for flowers, picking up right where it left off. Its cape unfurls, drifting lightly behind it in a way that is impossibly comforting.

This is familiar, though this time they aren’t in a boat, or trekking through sand or stuck in an exhibit millions of light years away.

“These flowers will mean more than lily pads, or…dead bushes?” they murmur, then laugh, “it seemed like a good idea at the time! Everyone thought it was amusing, at least.”

Pink, blue, white, yellow-

“It’s a shame there’s no green flowers,” they begin to gather a bouquet, stashing it in their lower set of hands, “it’s alright! The leaves’ll make up for it.”

They find a boulder to sort out their flowers on. The bouquet fits nicely on one side, four hands make quick work. They sit, twisting stems together.

“How did you get to Earth?” she asks, and the fingers on their lower hands link together neatly as the upper two work.

“Etho took me,” he answers. He feels like he’s messing up this crown, but her gentle corrections are helping- (it’s weird, sharing arms)- “he ah- he has some friends, an emerald and a ruby, and they took me to earth.”

They hum, “do you like it here?”

He answers with memories of the first few days on this planet, Impulse’s tour, the three days spent in a little hole in the wall, of his chat with Jimmy, and everything that came after. Latching himself onto a new master, being taught to fight with a sword. Becoming a knight, all the poofing, changing his form. He pauses in the flower crown crafting to show them their gloves- only to be met with the watermelon-mesh that is them together like this.

They laugh, “You can show me later. I’m excited to see.”

And they fall back into memories, into stories- of falling off a cliff and catching himself with fusion. Of meeting Etho again, finally being able to see the gems who took him here after a hundred years. Of choosing his name. Of planting a garden, of taking down Homeworld gems, of fusing with Jimmy, for fun, for pranks, to make fun of Grian, how un-fusing had been sudden, a shock of-

It gently places the now-finished flower crown on its head, and remembers the horrified looks on the guard’s faces.

“Joel,” she whispers, suddenly distant, lower hands wrapping around them again- holding them together- “if there- if there hadn’t been guards-”

It’s her turn for memories now- in a single blink they’re back, sitting in the sunshine of the Human Zoo. He sees himself running away, the five ruby guards who sprinted after him and the two amethysts who stayed behind crowding around them.

Are you alright, My Diamond, they ask, but it can’t hear them. She looked down at her hands, trembling. Moments ago he’d- he’d been looking at her, terrified of her for the first time in a millennia-

“If- if there hadn’t been guards, I-”

He wouldn’t have run.

Another tear escapes- it wipes it away, laughing again. It would have been their secret.

They would have fused again.

“I wouldn’t have- I wouldn’t have turned you in,” she whispers, resting her fingers over his gem on their chest, “I missed you.”

Crashing- footsteps. Their head snaps up when an aquamarine appears with several gems in tow. He’s glaring at them.

“I knew it,” Grian hisses, then-

-Joel lands on his back, hard, and scrambles onto his feet.

“Grian- Grian this isn’t wha-”

“It’s exactly what it looks like!” Grian shouts, “you gem-napped a Diamond!”

Joel flinches. Mumbo and Impulse look deeply uncomfortable. Jimmy just looks disappointed.

“Okay, yes, I did do that, but it’s fine, Grian! She can just-”

“She can just what?!” Grian snaps, “Just go back to Homeworld? Fuse with one of our best gems in the force, learn all of our secrets, then go back to Homeworld and report to the other Diamonds? Can she, Joel?”

“When you put it like that-”

“IT’S BAD!”

The air between them is slowly frosting over.

“LOOK I just-” Joel shoves one hand through his hair, gesturing wildly with the other, “I missed her, okay? I wasn’t- I wasn’t thinking ahead!”

Her hand slips into his, giving the tiniest supportive squeeze.

“That’s the problem, Joel! You never think ahead! We get word that Pink Diamond is on-planet and suddenly you’re nowhere to be found!”

“Well, I’m sorry if I care about her more than your little rebellion!”

If he thought the air before was icy- this is an entire tundra. His voice hangs in the air like moments before a snowstorm, and Grian’s glare turns murderous.

Mumbo and Impulse share a glance, readying their weapons. Joel squeezes His Diamond’s hand.

“I mean that,” he realizes, though it’s always, always been true. He’ll fight if he has to. “I care about her more than anything.”

He can see the split second Grian considers bringing out his own weapon, but then Pink Diamond speaks.

“I could be talked into rebellion.”

And time comes to a complete halt.

What.

“E-excuse me?” says Grian.

“Your rebellion against the diamonds,” she smiles, “Joel had a very convincing argument.”

And like the sun at the end of a snowstorm, the tundra between them begins to melt.

“I-I see,” Grian blinks, looking to her, then to Joel, then back to her, “well- ah- welcome aboard, then.”

“Oh- oh! Do I need a disguise? I’ve always wanted to-”

She releases his hand and takes a step back- in one glowing moment she’s Pink Diamond- and the next she’s shorter, her hair curled, her dress shorter, her gem turned inwards to hide the point. When she opens her eyes, you’d never be able to tell she was a diamond.

She does a twirl, throwing her hair back with both hands dramatically, “what do you think?”

“Y-you’re beautiful, My Diamond,” Joel answers immediately, “but are you sure?”

“Of course!” she takes his hand again- much easier now that she’s only a head taller than him instead of three times his size- “I’m terrible at keeping secrets anyway.”

“You’ll need a new name,” Grian tells her. “You can’t be Pink Diamond anymore.”

“Rose Quartz,” she answers, flipping her hair again. Then she frowns. “I want a name like yours and Joel’s.”

“We’ve got some books back at base,” Impulse cuts in, (Joel forgot he was here), “you can pick a name out of those!”

“Your pearl can too,” Grian says, and oh stars, Joel forgot about her pearl-

“I don’t think Pearl will want a new name,” Pink Diamond- no, Rose Quartz- laughs, “but I’ll talk her into joining the rebellion.”

To that, Grian nods. Tension melts from Mumbo’s shoulders when Grian turns and starts heading back to the warp pad. Impulse offers them a bright smile before heading back himself. Jimmy approaches them, and punches Joel’s arm.

“Hey-!”

“That’s for keeping secrets,” Jimmy says, hands on his hips, “you’re an idiot.”

Joel sticks out his tongue. Jimmy returns the gesture, then offers Rose a diamond salute.

“Lovely to see you again,” he says, then stretches out his arms with the biggest smile on his face, “welcome to Earth!”

“Why thank you, it’s lovely to be here,” she answers, returning his smile. Joel offers his arm and she loops her hand around so he can escort her back to the warp pad, “and it’s lovely to see you as well, Joel thinks of you so fondly.”

“Aww, does he?”

Joel sputters, “no I don’t!”

“He thinks of you like a brother.”

Jimmy puts his hand over his gem and teases, “Aww, Joel, babe.”

“We are not talking about this anymore,” Joel insists.

“Joel talks about you all the time,” Jimmy continues, ignoring him, “at least twice a day since he came to Earth.”

“Aww, Joel!”

“We’re warping now!” Joel insists, “you’re going to ruin my reputation!”

And they laugh, bright as the sun, like siblings, like family, and Joel smiles before they’re all swallowed by a stream of light.

#gemcyt #bit awkward but eh. we chillin :D

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cheekinpermission · 27 days

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Happy 500 followers!!

How about 1 and 10 for the ask game?

Thank you for you participation, anon! Ask game is here! Send them in if you want <3

1. Who's hand did you first grab? Why? Would you choose someone else if you could do it over again?

I grabbed Idia's hand! When I first got into TWST, I had absolutely no clue what I was getting into so I really just went based on which voice actors I recognized LOL. I know Kōki Uchiyama from a ton of different anime (JJK, Buddy Daddies, Haikyuu, BNHA, Yuri on Ice, etc.) so I just went with his character. While Idia doesn't crack the top 5 for me, I don't think I'd choose again. The only reason I would is if it impacted the story somehow but I really doubt it will. I'm COMITTED.

10. Top five favorite characters?

Grim occupies all top five spots. BUT since that's boring, so I'll limit my choices to the main cast lmao. (My love for the dire beast is PROFOUND) I got VERY wordy here so here's the short answer: 1. Riddle Rosehearts

2. Vil Schoenheit

3. Malleus Draconia

4. Ruggie Bucchi

5. Kalim Al-Asim Explanation below the cut! (I got very excited to talk about my favorites and wrote a lot so I figured I'd condense it for people who didn't want to scroll through it all lol whoopsies.)

1. Riddle Rosehearts - I have no explanation for this?? He's pretty much the opposite of my usual favorite characters so idk what happened here. I've always been drawn to the Alice in Wonderland aesthetic so maybe that has something to do with it? He's got such great character writing, too?? Everything about his personality just makes sense when you know his backstory. When we learn that Riddle's tyrant of a mother was strict and controlling over him, the pieces just seem to fall into place. His whole life was just following her rules and studying like a good little boy, and when he stepped out of line even a little bit he was reprimanded harshly for it. Of course, he's going to the exact same thing once he's in a position of power. It's all he knows. He's just another version of his mother. Not only does he uphold the tradition of punishing rule breakers rather severely as he was when he was younger, I think there's also an element of fear there as well. Like, his mother just instilled an innate fear of breaking rules because bad things would happen if he didn't follow them exactly. I really do see Riddle as a scared little boy who is suddenly realizing that he was set up for failure by his own mother. And THEN he makes an honest effort to improve himself post-overblot?? His transformation after the fact is one of the more obvious ones and I'm just so proud of him. A THOUSAND HEAD PATS!! Okay, I'll stop rambling about him lmao I love Riddle sm (Also want to make clear I'm not saying Riddle was right for anything he did, only that I appreciate how his character was handled. Added for legal purposes so people don't come after me :c ) 2. Vil Schoenheit - This one comes as no surprise to me. Pretty boys who challenge gender stereotypes are RIGHT up my alley. Like Riddle, I think Vil has some great character writing is one of the more complex characters in the game. He just feels so compassionate to me?? I don't know how to explain it - he just gives such nurturing vibes. I'd trust this man with my drink at a bar fr fr. And then he tells Epel off for saying ballet is too "girly" for him?? Thank you TWST for bringing me this man. I pray at the altar of Vil Schoenheit. 3. Malleus Draconia - Doesn't Malleus top everyone's lists LOL I think my favoritism for the dragon man is more to do with his relationship with Yuu than anything else tbh. He's like one of three characters that actively engages with the main character and I think they've got such a fun relationship. Two people who feel very alone in the world finding friendship (or something more for you malleyuu shippers) in each other is so beautiful. I'm glad they can be there for each other like that. Side note: I adore romantic Malleyuu for sure, but I think it's equally as endearing if all of Malleus's flirtatious lines were never meant to be romantic but he's just really bad at communicating his feelings in a platonic way. Like, he doesn't mean to flirt he's just socially inept. 4. Ruggie Bucchi - Gremlin hyena boy is just too good for words. Ngl, I started off not really liking Ruggie all that much because of what he did in the Savanaclaw book. My mans was basically shoving people down flights of stairs?? I'm not really sure where the turn around happened tbh. Mischievous personality types do tend to draw me in in fiction so that probably has a lot to do with it. I also felt really bad for him at the end of the Savanaclaw book when Leona was ready to Thanos him out of existence despite everything Ruggie had done for him (and continues to do for him). I appreciate his work ethic, I can respect the hustle, and he's got such a cute little laugh. I wanna pet those big ole ears of his. Leona - pay this man more smh 5. Kalim Al-Asim - SUNSHINE BOY!!

He's such a breath of fresh air in this game LMAO. As much as I love the fact that most of the cast are unapologetically flawed, it's nice to have a few characters that are genuinely good people. His VA (Kazuki Furuta) absolutely kills it imo. I can hear his laugh in my head as I'm typing this - it's just so warm and happy :D He also breaks the sterotype of most rich characters in media by just being a nice person? He's not evil or greedy (although naive and entitled) and he just wants to be bffs with Jamil. Break his heart Jamil and we're gonna have WORDS. Also just like FORGAVE JAMIL??? His bfffl yeeted him across the desert, brainwashed him and admitted to wanting to get him kicked from the school and Kalim didn't really hold it against him. He was so understanding and sweet about everything AHHHHH

#I TOLD YOU I GET WORDY AJDKSAJD #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #twst vil #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #twst malleus #ruggie bucchi #twst ruggie #kalim al asim #twst kalim #cheekinrambles #thank you for the ask!#twst ask game

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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 11 months

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Serendipity (CH 8)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 1198

Warning: Mild language, fluff, smut, angst, graphic scenes, death, murder, gore, violence, mature material…

Prompt: You have a major crush on Gibbs, however you choose to push it away as you fear he doesn’t feel the same way. Suddenly there is a bunch of chances that lead to a happy ending…

I had went out and gotten everyone breakfast and drinks. I got all my paperwork caught up and even caught up everyone else's with my all-nighter.

However, I was on a coffee high now and was organizing all my stuff in my area. I hum as I tidy up when I hear the elevator doors open.

"Y/N? Your here early." Tony notes.

I look up to see that they all must've gotten off the elevator. I smile brightly at them.

"Good morning!" I exclaim.

"You seem to be in a good mood." Tim notes with a smile as Gibbs and Ziva study me.

"Thanks Tim." I say.

"And you got me breakfast? Thank you...I owe you." Tony says and I wink at him before turning back to where I was organizing behind my desk.

"Agent Y/L/N!" Director Shepard says.

I look up to see her standing at the railing. She motions me to follow her and I look at me desk. Am I losing my job? Oh god...

"Hey, I'm sure it's nothing." Tim says.

"Your going to jinx me and I'm going to lose my job. Thanks Tim." I mumble, beginning my way to her office.

I sit and she looks at my expectantly. I bounce my knee nervously and she sighs.

"The BAU is asking for you back." She says.

"No. I don't want to go back. I'm happy here. I really am. I know that there's been a lot going on since my accident and I swear things won't be so hectic and I promise I'll be a better agent. Please tell me I'm not losing my job." I ramble.

"Calm down, Special Agent Y/L/N. I was simply telling you. I was going to let you make the choice. You have a spot here. A team...a family and I'm more than happy to go tell the BAU that you aren't going anyway and that your sticking with us at NCIS." She says.

"Oh thank god." I breathe.

"How are you doing?" She asks.

"I'm doing a lot better." I say.

"Good. If you every need anything, you know where I am. Now go on." She says.

I happily hurry out of her office and get to my desk, drinking the rest of the coffee before tossing it in my can. I look up when Gibbs clears his throat.

"Janitor clears our cans every night. I noticed you have five coffee cups in yours. I thought I told you to go home." He snaps.

"Well I was, but there was no way I was going to get sleep. My mind has been super occupied and sketching hasn't helped. I knew I had a lot to get done, so rather than going home to have a restless night, I decided to work here. Which worked out in my favor. And you shouldn't complain. Now we are caught up." I say.

"No more coffee today. You ramble when your on a caffeine rush. Your hands are literally shaking from your caffeine intake. And your going home tonight. And what did the Director want?" He asks.

"I was really nervous I was going to lose my job. And I really thought I was because she said the BAU wanted me back and I kind of freaked out and went into this whole thing that I didn't want to go back and I promised to be a better agent because I know I haven't been at my top performance since my accident and even a little before. Actually, a while before. I should go tell her that. I don't know. I've been in a weird kind of funk—." I ramble before he covers my mouth.

"Tell me she isn't sending you back." He says, before uncovering my mouth.

"She isn't sending me back. I swear. She said she's happy to have me here. Oh my goodness! Abby! Good morning!" I exclaim, hugging her.

"Y/N..." Abby mumbles and I step back confused.

"What? Did I do something?" I ask.

"Have you seen your car this morning?" She asks.

"Ugh...no. Should I? Actually don't answer that. I'll choose to ignore the problem at hand. I'm in a good mood and I can tell by your face you don't come bearing good news. I can't bear bad news today. I might have a breakdown." I ramble and she looks at Gibbs concerned.

"She's drank five cups of coffee. What's up Abs?" He asks.

"Her window was broken. I got pictures and started to study the car and found a note. A note from the man who attempted to kill her. How long has he been threatening you?" She asks, holding up the letter in the evidence bag.

"I-I was handling it. I swear. I started to stay here when I felt like my safety was compromised. However, when I stopped getting the silent calls and letters, I assumed he stopped so I let it go. It's fine. I'm sure it's nothing." I ramble, although that definitely put a damper in my mood.

"Your telling me this has been going on and you never once mentioned it?" Gibbs asks, stepping closer.

"Your a profiler. I'm sure you can tell what this means." Abby says.

"Come on Y/N/N...you should have came to us." Ziva says softly.

I close my eyes, clenching my jaw as I take a deep breath. Deep breaths. Deep breaths...I tried to ignore Gibbs who was now lecturing me, getting closer to yelling. I step away, reaching a shaky hand out to my chair and pushing it out of the way before I sit on the ground, scooting under my desk.

My eyes were stinging and I let a shaky breath out. Not now...I can't cry now. Another shaky breath leaves me, my chest beginning to move faster. Gibbs was soon in front of me, kneeling in front of my desk.

"Y/N...Y/N/N, breathe. Breathe..." He murmurs, moving under the desk and pulling me into his side.

My shaky hands grasp his shirt, trying to take deep breaths but I can't stop thinking about everything going on. He moves my head and I soon could only hear his heart beat. He stroked my hair, gently rubbing my back.

"That's it. Breathe." He murmurs as my breathing slows.

I didn't want to move once I calmed down. I just held onto him, staring blankly ahead as I tried not to think about it. Everytime I would, my eyes would start to tear up and I'd take in a big shaky breath.

He held me, not saying anything. He just comforted me. We slowly scoot out overtime until we were out from under my desk. He waited patiently for me to be ready to come out completely from under my desk to standing. It took me a few minutes to want to stand, but when I nodded, he stood up to help me up.

His hand rests on my lower back as he guided me to the elevator in silence. I ignored my team giving my concerned looks even when they tried to look busy.

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So I know you don’t answer many questions from- across the pond, as it were, but I don’t need any legal advice, and I’m at my wit’s end. I’m hoping you can help.

So my genus is very small. In point of fact it’s just my family, as far as I know, and it’s only ever one creature active at a time- bunch of sapios doing sapio things, then the previous Creature dies or sees the Signs and boom! One of us Wakes and hey look at that, new Hierophant! And as the current Hierophant I Speak and Am Heard- part of the reason I’m writing to you.

A part of my genus is acting as the mouthpiece for a portent of the apocalypse. That's not a secret- hell, its why the town has the name it does and why the family name's on the radio station. Predictably, I am the foremost DJ on 226.5, the Voice of Birch.

It’s not a bad gig, per say. I go to work and between the traffic reports and the local top forty I give an update on the eventual Coming of The Burned Birch. It never lasts long and my local community really likes it. The Birch sort of became a touristy thing, you see- awesome in the autumn, all its leaves yellow and glowing with ghostfire.

Well, so they tell me. I can't actually LOOK at the Birch-if I do, I'll go by way of great uncle Milton and turn into salt. Thank goodness pictures and art don't count or we'd have to move the station and the whole family into the old mica mine.

The Birch likes being appreciated and turned into post cards and calanders, though. It’s a bit of a show off, really. I guess I’d be showing off if I were a tree that could move around at will.

The problem is that lately, the Birch has been sending me updates at the most inconvenient times. It's generally a twice a day thing, but now I’ll be brushing my teeth at five AM and the whole town hears me ominously spouting coordinates and warning of the cracking of the earth and rising of the dead. The Birch can’t even make the dead rise, there’s been wards on the local cemetery for a century!

Or I’ll be making an order at my coffee shop and suddenly I’m telling poor Taylor the barista that the trees come down the mountain to open their fiery branches to the burnished sky.

The worst of it is at ten or eleven at night when I’m trying to settle into bed. My hometown is very small and quiet, so most folks are in bed early unless they’re nocturnal like the coven that runs the night shift at the bakery. I’ll be drowsing, mind floating off to dreamland, and all of a sudden I’m bolt upright in bed declaring that West Street’s pavement is going to shatter with the feet of elder gods, flee the Burned Birch, flee! People are losing sleep.

It's getting out of hand. I’m not in danger of losing my job or anything (not even sure I can be fired, to be honest) but when you live in a town with less than two thousand people and everyone knows you’re the Hierophant of the Burned Birch, well. That's me avoiding the next St. Mary's rummage sale.

I know you always say communication is key and I’ve tried, believe me. All the old methods- blood rituals under the full moon, a cracked labradorite under my pillow, whispering to the moths- it hasn’t worked.

There's nothing in the family archives about the Burned Birch acting like this and frankly, I’m worried. Is there something wrong? Some rot or fungus that infects only apocalyptic omen trees? Is it trying to reach out to me for help? I can't go look at it and my friends tell me it looks fine. They show me pictures and my omen looks fine! How do I tell if it’s being needy or if it’s being obnoxious? and how do I hang on to my declarations without a three hour nosebleed?

Literally anything you've got will help, at this point. Thanks in advance!

-Fat Ricki, The Voice Of Birch

First of all, may I say how lovely it is to hear from another radio professional? Liminal broadcasting is a topic close to my heart, and it's always nice to hear from others in the field.

To your question, I think your first job is to absolutely rule out the possibility of any physical or magical ailment your tree might be suffering.

You said you've had friends inspect the tree, and have looked at photos to assess the situation yourself. But tree diseases are not always easy to spot with the naked eye, especially to the untrained. This is doubly true for thaumaturgically active trees, which may be susceptible to infections, infestations and diseases on several planes of reality.

I recommend investing in the services of a trained arboreal arcanist. In the United Kingdom, customers can find specialists through the Arcane Arboricultural Society, whose members must meet the societies standards of professionalism and training. If such an organisation exists in your area, all to the good.

If not, take some time to read up on professional qualifications available to tradespeople in your state. You want someone qualified in thaumaturgic horticulture, and preferably with the ability to perceive reality on at least three additional planes, if not more.

There are several pests and diseases that might be causing your tree's distress, from spectral bacteria to ether flux. Better to invest a little time and money in ruling those out than risk leaving them untreated.

I think it's safe to say your tree is trying to get your attention for some reason. Once you've ruled out disease or discomfort as the possible reason, consider what else might have changed since this behaviour began. Has it been receiving fewer visitors than usual, or perhaps been the subject of a less-than-flattering news article?

Many apocalyptic trees, shrubs and bushes have a tendency to fussiness and egotism. It's very possible that your tree wants nothing more than to be the subject of a bit of ego-stroking fuss. You might try drumming up a few more visitors and acolytes, or performing a ritual of appeasement that recognises its great and terrible power.

The phrase “attention-seeking” carries with it a host of negative connotations. Instead, think of this as “support-seeking” behaviour. There is a need your tree feels is unmet, and as its Hierophant, it's up to you to meet it. With a bit of reassurance and attention, I think your tree should settle down into its usual ways in no time.

#answered #the nightfolk network #monstrous agonies

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hanibalistic · 11 months

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#FF7D86 | HAN JISUNG.

genre | romance (ugly love)

word count | 1346

warning | mention of death & suicide / blood, killing, injuries

note | ultimately i just want to exist infinitely to him, and him infinitely to me. / this is an extremely self-indulgent piece of writing!

two negatives make one positive. two deaths make one life.

the glistening blood on your chin reflected an identical shade of red dripping from the torn flesh of jisung's arm; your gruesome teeth mark surrounding it.

your crossbow was thrown hastily to the side of purgatory's soiled ground, and your makeshift spear assembled out of dead branched was long gone. you were usually on top of these things, but you never anticipated jisung fighting back when he has a track record of succumbing to your death traps. his disobedience aggravated you. all you wanted to do was send him back to earth so he could live.

"why can't you just listen to me?" you screamed angrily.

jisung stood across from you. his eyes slowly looked down at your feet, and he realized he could only see out of one. the other eye, numbed with a bloody fog, could barely make out anything. but he could still count—one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten steps until he could reach you. jisung stood ten feet apart from you while the gaze of your eyes remained worlds apart.

you looked so angry. you looked so in love with him.

"go home, jisung! go home! stop killing yourself! go home!"

you sounded so angry. you sounded so in love with him.

deliriously, jisung raised his forearm so he could examine the torn flesh. his fingers trembled carefully as he traced the marks of your teeth surroundings the bloodied area, and his eyes were soft beyond imagination.

he never noticed the things you gave him when you were alive. half of your lunch box, your english homework answers, your warm stares, your precious time—all the telltale signs of your feelings for him entirely blinded by your once mediocrity and his still immaturity. it was a mistake he would never make again. not on earth and not stranded in purgatory with you.

jisung turned into a masochist of sorts after you died. he followed you soon after, mirroring your passing and letting the ocean take out all the oxygen in his body. he wanted to be like you, be closer to you; his childhood lover, his best friend, his unending grief. he wanted to see you again, and see you he did, in the land of nothing. over and over again. everytime you send him back to earth by killing him, canceling out his suicide, he returns to greet you with a silent mouth and a pair of deeply affectionate eyes.

he never noticed anything you gave him when you were alive. thus you would never understand how unimaginably valuable they were to him now. all you were willing to offer were pain, and jisung wouldn't allow himself the same callous mistake again. he would taste the sharp end of your knife, plant his face against the ground at your feet, and pour his guts over your hands. and he would love every second of it.

dropping his arm to his side, he said, "i want to stay here. i want to stay here with you."

your fists curled. "it's not your time!"

"it wasn't yours either," he argued calmly. "but you left me anyway."

"i didn't leave you, jisung," you said. "you should have forgotten me. i was betting on it."

he was your only friend, but you were not his, and that was not jisung's fault. still, you thought he would show more leniency seeing as you were his childhood best friend, but a missed hangout date turned into a missed birthday party, and a missed birthday party turned into a forgotten promise that left you hurrying in the rain after midnight. you had not known if he was simply stupid or attempting to sever a ten-year-long friendship. or perhaps you were delusional about your closeness with him.

"you are a terrible gambler." he heaved a sigh and, with more heartbreak, he gritted out, "how could i ever forget you? i love you. i'll love you forever."

that he did. he did love you. he would forget his name before he forgets the color of your hair and the tiny blemishes on your skin. he would blur out his face and replace yours with it so he never forgets how pretty you were. he would never speak again to fill the silent air with hallucinations of your voice so he never forgets the way you talked to him. he did love you, and he would never forget you.

you felt stumped. your body could no longer display anger as it gradually melted at jisung's romantic confession. obtaining the object of your desire after causing your own death because the idea that you would never own it when you were alive felt like an unfortunate feat, an ironic joke. you almost wished he never did love you. at least you could have passed with some meaning.

but that was not it. the irony of it all was not why your body began crumbling in front of jisung. you have always done this—deteriorating, unraveling, unyielding—for him. knowing that he returned your feelings only made you more susceptible to the weakness, and more importantly, it made you realize how much you wanted to take him up on his request to stay in purgatory with you.

if you show him mercy, if you let him go this time—jisung, he who was your other half, he who was your twin, would never be parted from you again. purgatory would no longer be purgatory but a place where a pair of young lovers reunited and shall never be parted from each other again.

"i love you," jisung whispered with his head lowered to stare into your eyes after you slowly approached him.

you maintained his stare, but you almost examined his face. splatters of your blood mixed into the perfect blush that adorned his forehead, slumped to cover his eye and his cheeks. the cuts on his face matched the skin tissues under your nails and, his favorite, the opened wound on his forearm a couple with the shape of your mouth.

the blood was cold when you cradled his face in your hands, and it tasted metallic when you sucked it out between the gaps of his teeth. jisung kissed you back, his brows furrowing as he leaned in to offer you more of the blood in his mouth—it was all just you and him mixed in a salivating frenzy anyway.

letting go of one side of his face, you reached behind your back to pull out a hidden knife. jisung choked into your mouth when you stabbed his heart with it, and somehow you could feel his lips quirk into a smile just before he pulled his lips away from you.

he would take anything you give him; he ached for anything you were willing to give him. a kiss, a lie, a bite, a betrayal, and a stab. you were his only murderer, and he your only victim. always and forever. there shall only ever be the both of you, together, bloodied on the same spot on soft bodies that loved each other.

jisung smiled fondly at you as he rested his forehead against yours.

he looked so gentle. he looked so in love with you.

"i love you."

he sounded so gentle. he sounded so in love with you.

"it's not your time," you told him.

"i will come back for you." he sighed, his breath shaky. "i promi–" his eyes rolled white, and he dropped to the ground.

there would be a minute before his body fades from this place. kneeling next to him, you pulled the knife out of his heart, looked at the glistening blood and your reflection on the uncovered blade, and gently cracked a smile. after kissing his forehead, you curled up next to him, your ear pressed against his cold heart.

you wished that when he woke up on earth, this would feel like a bad dream. and, like always, you hoped you never see him again.

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Seeing You Again || Reiner Braun Ft Eren Jaeger

Synopsis - You learn of Eren's real plans in Marley and go for a walk to cool off. Before heading back in an attempt to stop Eren, you run into an old flame.

Warnings - Slightly NSFW. Mentions Of Sex. A Little Angsty? Swearing.

Fancy Buying Me A Coffee?

Joining Eren on his 'mission' to Marley wasn't something you wanted to do, after all you wanted your life as a solider to be older. You wanted to live peacefully with you toddler in a safe environment where your life wasn't on the line - but somebody had to keep Eren safe. You had left your four-year old daughter at your family home and had told your parents you had some business to attend to out of town and that you would be back as soon as possible. At first Eren wasn't too fond of you tagging along but you gave him an ultimatum: either you went with him, or you told the scouts his 'plans'. After that, Eren decided you coming along wasn't the worst thing in the world.

Over the coming months you and Eren became close, very close, to the point that he currently lay on top of you; cock buried in your cunt as he mumbled words of praise into your ear. It wasn't long after that did he spill himself inside of you, moaning your name like it was a form of praise to the Gods. When he rolled off of you he was panting like a dog deprived of water but still managed to smile at you breathlessly as he lay looking up at the ceiling. Eventually, he spoke and his first words to you were "how was the doctors this morning?" You visibly tensed at his words and Eren raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to speak.

"Eren, I..." you started, sighing. "I'm five months pregnant." As soon as the words left your lips, tears began to form in your eyes.

Eren stared at you, blinking rapidly before grinning widely. "That's not surprising."

"Yeah," you chuckled, wiping the tears away. You had been so worried as to what Eren would say, but to see he was overjoyed forced you to relax slightly.

"Don't cry," he whispered, pulling your naked form close to him and pressing a kiss on the top of your head. "Everything will be okay, I promise you."

A few days had passed since you and Eren had learned of your pregnancy and you were unable to do anything without him breathing down your neck. "Eren, I'm fine," you huffed to him as you picked up his socks off the floor whilst rolling your eyes. Your bump had properly popped in the few days since you had found out about your pregnancy and you couldn't believe you had thought you were just bloated before.

"I was going to pick that up after my shower," he grumbled, helping you stand up straight.

You were about to answer him with a joke but were interrupted when a few knocks came at your door. "Mr Krueger!" A voice called from behind the door. You looked at the wooden door confusion evident on your face. Was that a child?

Eren looked at you quickly before looking at the door in horror. "Who's that?" You asked.

"A boy," Eren answered, regaining his composure. Before you could ask anymore questions Eren walked over to the door and opened it revealing a blonde haired child. "Falco."

"Hi Mr Krueger!" The boy chimed, a huge smile on his face. "I sent those letters you asked me to send!"

"Thank you Falco," Eren said, his expression now deadpan as he looked upon the child, Falco. "Do you remember where to meet me with Vice Chief Braun later?"

Your eyes widened at the mention of Reiner's name and title but you watched the exchange happen between your boyfriend and Falco. He nodded with an innocent smile. "Yes - Oh!" Falco noticed you. "Hi Ma'am. I'm sorry I didn't see you there, I hope I haven't interrupted anything."

You were about to answer the boy but Eren interrupted before you even had the chance to open your mouth. "That will be all Falco. I'll see you later" he said simply, closing the door on the boy. Eren turned in your direction but did everything he could to avoid your burning gaze as you rubbed your stomach.

"What was that about Eren? What letters?" You asked walking over to him. "Why are you meeting Reiner?"

"I think it's about time we had a little chat, don't you?" Eren asked rhetorically.

"No!" You yelled, eyes filling with tears. "We're here for a recon mission Eren, it'll give us away!"

"Y/N," Eren sighed. "I've been lying to you."

You looked at Eren, betrayal already evident in your face even before he had told you just exactly how he had lied to you. "Excuse me?" You asked.

"I'm here to let people know who we are Y/N," Eren explained. "I'm here to take the Warhammer Titan and declare war on Marley."

"Eren! No!" You exclaimed shaking your head. You took a few steps back from your boyfriend out of confusion.

"Y/N-"

"I'm going for a walk," you snapped, pushing passed Eren and slamming the door behind you before he even had a chance to stop you.

The weather outside was nice. The sun was beating down and the breeze was warm against your skin. You looked up at the sky and sighed. What on earth was Eren thinking! You weren't sure exactly how long you had been walking but you had made it to the pier just before sundown. Taking a walk had cleared your head slightly, but you couldn't let Eren go through with this... Whatever 'this' was.

You were stood still watching the ocean, deep in thought, when you felt a hand grab your arm. "Eren," you mumbled slightly, turning around. You didn't even look up at the person. You had just assumed it was Eren and nestled your head into their chest. Arms wrapped around your waist and you relaxed, that was until a strained sob forced you to look up. Your eyes widened with horror.

"It is you," Reiner sniffled up, gazing deeply into your eyes. "What are you doing here Y/N?"

"Reiner..." You whispered, stepping clumsily out of his arms and looking him up and down slowly. You had been so focused on Eren ruining the 'mission' you hadn't even thought about what would happen if someone had recognised you on your walk.

"I've missed you," he whispered as he wiped away the tears falling freely from his eyes. "So fucking much." As he took a step towards you took two steps back. "Y/N."

"N-No," you stuttered. "What are you doing here?"

Reiner looked defeated. "I thought I saw you, so I followed you. I wasn't sure if I was going out of my mind but, it really is you."

"It is me," you sighed, letting the man approach you. He was so close. Your heart was beating rapidly threatening to jump out of your ribcage at any second.

"Eren's here too, isn't he?" Reiner asked sadly, almost knowingly. You couldn't help but nod, your own eyes now welling up with tears. This was not how it was suppose to go. Reiner cupped your cheek with one hand and rubbed his thumb across your soft skin. "How's my princess?" He choked up, referring to your daughter.

You nodded quickly, "she's good." It was no secret to anybody that your daughter was Reiner's child, and leaving both you and her before she was even born was the hardest thing he had ever had to do in his life.

"I wish I could meet her," Reiner said quietly as he stared into your eyes.

"I wish you could meet her too," you whispered back, sniffling. "Why did you have to leave?" You asked rhetorically.

Reiner wiped the tears away from your eyes as he gazed into them lovingly. "I didn't belong there," he muttered. "I wish you came with me."

You thought back to the day Reiner had left. With tears in his eyes and a dry throat he had begged you to come with him, pleaded with you when you had said no. "I couldn't Reiner."

He sighed, loudly, shaking his head. You could have been a family back here in Marley. He would have protected you for the rest of his life had you let him. Reiner cleared his throat before changing the topic, "what is Eren doing here?"

"I was told it was just a recon mission up until this morning," you shrugged lightly. "Your guess is as good as mine."

"I'm meeting him later aren't I?" Reiner asked, already knowing the answer. His hand still cupped your cheeks, rubbing lightly on your skin. It was a comforting touch, one he had always done when you were together to calm you down.

"Yes," you said lowly before taking a step back from Reiner, letting his hand fall to his side. "I need to stop him Reiner. He's going to ruin everything."

"Then let him," Reiner scoffed, rolling his teary eyes.

"I can't be a single mother again Reiner," you snapped, pushing passed him.

Before you could walk even a few steps away, Reiner had grabbed your arm and spun you around, looking down at your stomach before looking into your eyes. "You're pregnant?" He asked.

"Yes. Five months."

Reiner felt his heart break. Knowing you had moved on from him was the toughest pill to swallow. He had waited for you. Thought about you constantly since getting back to Marley four years ago. Reiner dreamt of the day he would see you again. Thought about all of the things he would say and do just for you but, how could he do any of those things when you were pregnant with another mans baby? He couldn't, even though he wanted too. He swallowed roughly, ignoring the blurriness of his vision. "Congratulations. I'm sure Eren will be a better father than I ever could be."

You looked down at the gravel on the floor, kicking some up in frustration. "Reiner, I need to go."

"Okay okay," he whimpered. "But before you go..." He trailed off, cupping your cheeks again and bringing your face close to his. He pressed his lips to yours softly, allowing himself this feeling he had been missing. At first, you didn't kiss back. You wanted to push him away and walk off to stop your current boyfriend from making the biggest mistake of his life. But Reiner had a hold on you that you couldn't quite grasp the understanding of. You melted against his lips as his tongue darted across your lower lip, begging for entrance to your mouth. Eventually you gave in, opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to press flat against your own. Clumsily, Reiner had dropped his hands to your waist pulling you flush against him. He was crying fully now, his salty tears slipping through your lips making your heart clench. "I love you so much," he cried.

You pulled away from Reiner's lips and sighed, "I need to go. I have to stop Eren." He nodded, dropping his hands from your waist and taking a step back as if giving you permission to leave. You smiled softly. "Thank you, Reiner."

"I hope to see you again someday Y/N," Reiner whispered as he watched you walk away, fading into the sunset. Little did either of you realise, you'd be seeing each other a lot sooner and working alongside the other to stop Eren and the Rumbling.

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it’s totally fine if you can’t answer this but top five izombie plot lines (doesn’t matter how major or minor it is) (having the word major and izombie in the same sentence just makes me think of well major)

season one was just fantastic storytelling. like the slow reveal to how the zombies got infected, the utopium, the lead into s2 with max rager.... fantastic.

MEAT CUTE. AND THE CHILD MURDERS. not that i like child murders it was just some grand storytelling. and that coupled with major's losing his mind

blaine throwing his dad in a well. loved it!

i need to rewatch because im beginning to forgor but. i loved the horny librarian episode where liv tried to get major and ravi to wrestle naked in oil.

also the pilot with bisexual liv and the artist was just iconic

BONUS: major losing his memory! the flashcards, his friendship with ravi, minor, i loved it all. also the whole thing with minor. he loved that dog

send me top 5 anything and i'll tell ya!

#izombie #ask game #alansweep #asked

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TW: Programming talk [not in depth]

I saw you answer an ask about RAMCOA and questioning if someone suspects they have been through it, something like that. I have a similar question, definitely from the same vein, and I'll try to keep this relatively simple. Some context is required for our specific case and why we are asking, but a general answer is also appreciated.

My general question is that: could someone not remember the RAMCOA they experienced?

I have suspected that my system contains programmed alters, but we have no tangible memories of RAMCOA. I feel like I would remember something like going through RAMCOA, if that makes sense.

This question comes from a place of pure ignorance, to be so honest and upfront. I've tried to do my due diligence when looking into RAMCOA and others' experiences, but every time we look into it, we have to take a huge break because of repeated triggering of what we think would be one of the programmed alters we suspect [of which there are five alters we suspect are programmed]. On top of that, bringing up him, and the subsystem he's from [all of which are suspected to be programmed alters], in therapy has been counterproductive for our safety. The last time we tried, he [the specific alter] triggered us to have a psychotic episode for 2 weeks, and it was dangerous for us. It was such a drop of a pin, snap of a finger trigger that it was jarring and terrifying. Straight up terrifying. I haven't experienced an episode so severe since I was medicated for my psychosis symptoms [so like,, 6+ years].

Our therapist tried to reassure us by saying that 'your brain split him because you needed him', but I cannot FATHOM why my brain would split off him [whose sole purpose is to trigger those episodes, as well as a second purpose I won't state] or any of the alters we suspect are programmed. They cannot deviate from whatever purpose they had before, and our usual approach with getting alters to work with the system, rather than against it, simply does not work. New approaches? Those don't seem to work either [or we just haven't found a way yet, ig]. He and the others can't deviate from what we call their 'scripts', just for the sake of labeling the experience we're going through. We don't even know if that [scripts, but in the way we are using it] is specifically a RAMCOA term, but we can't understand their behavior and that's the closest thing we can call it without calling it 'programming' or 'programmed behaviors', which we are unsure of it actually being that because of the lack of memories of RAMCOA [circled it back to the question].

Feel free not to answer this ask and straight up delete it. Your system's safety is more important to me than knowing the answer /gen/. Especially since I can't even say I will see you answer because I don't follow you, and likely one of the two gatekeepers from that bunch of [suspected to be programmed] alters will eat the memory of sending in the ask. I just generally don't have a place to ask this, and bringing it up in therapy isn't an option at this current time if the specific alter keeps getting retriggered. The only reason the gatekeeper of the subsystem [of the possibly programmed alters- the gatekeeper is his own can of worms] is letting me send this ask in is because of the anon feature and not being a follower.

🗝️🏷️ deprogramming, programming, neither with much detail

As always, I can’t tell you anything for certain. You can take as much of this answer as you find useful, and it’s just as good if that’s none of it.

You can absolutely have survived RAMCOA and not be aware of it. Systems are usually programmed so they don’t remember, and that can include the alters with the jobs.

Our system was designed to have at least three alters for every program; one who was present for/remembers the pain of the programming, one who formed in response to/to hold the beliefs of the programming, and one who carries out the assigned task.

The three are usually together under one shell, which looks like one alter to the rest of us, and have amnesia barriers between them. Sometimes they’re in different areas, or have some kind of bond that connects them in separate forms.

We also struggle with uncooperative insiders. Building trust takes a long time, and they were not sitting patiently while we worked on that. They had been taught to view the others they were hurting as subhuman, and continued to do their assigned tasks and disrupt healing.

Programming isn’t required to get alters who function this way, but deprogramming follows a similar process.

When the symptoms are present, or if you can interact with this insider without those, ask them why they do it. Ideally, start respectful. Keep asking questions, and acknowledge the good of whatever they’re doing— that helps them to feel understood, and they will have some reason for doing their task.

Sometimes the first answer (that isn’t cussing, staring, or leaving) is along the lines of “because I want to” or “you deserve it”. This is where you ask follow-up questions, such as why they want to or what you did wrong.

It might take negotiating to speak to them at all, and they’re likely to give an answer that riles you up. Regardless of what they meant by it, you have the bestest (/src) role of mediating and gentle parenting them. You might not actually be much better, but you gotta present a face that they can trust, and you can’t break that trust once you get it (as in try not to and make repairs when you do).

With programmed systems, a lot of alters are formed while the body is young. Our group programmed to have systems regulate themselves by 13, and programming typically stops before the system is expected to start their own life around 20. That often leaves insiders, particularly those who never surfaced, stuck at whatever developmental age the body was at when they were trained.

It’d be easiest to ask them how hold they are and how old the body was when they were around, but you might be guessing if they’re not talkative. Try not to talk above their developmental age, and use basic words where you can without using a baby voice at them.

Showing fear is unlikely to help, but so is aggression. Meet them where they are, match their tone and posturing unless it triggers defensiveness in them, and practice asking questions without interrogating, which some programmers teach lockdowns for.

And that’s the game; you keep trying and make sure they can understand when you address them. Working on memories happens when they’re ready for it, so you likely won’t have confirmation for a while.

In the meantime, make sure they’re comfortable wherever they are (as opposed to stuck in memories), and make some safety plans until you can ask for their jobs to be undone or turned down.

I think asks are supposed to show up in your notifications when they’re answered, so maybe you’ll see this. If you do, I’m sorry it’s all vague and grueling. Welcome to deprogramming, whether you need it once or a thousand times over.

#ramcoa #tw ramcoa #did osdd #osddid #polyfragmented system #traumagenic system #cdd system #adaptive system #ec did #hc did #pg did #ramcoa programming

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y'all I'm not fucking ready for this.

How many weeks in a row is this with no DDB sponsor?

Matt is dressed in Ruidus colors. fear

personally? I think it would be very funny if somebody replaced Liam's chair with one that's a foot shorter than everyone else's.

I'm fully expecting Ira to be a Garmellie/Artagan situation. This motherfucker is an archfey slumming it on Exandria and ancient god-killing wizard dilfs are his dive bar of choice.

Ira was around for at least one previous apogee solstice, but he was in the Feywild when it happened so he didn't get to see the true extent of is power.

"What do you think about the gods?" "I don't think about them." good answer, good answer

Aberrations and other "mythological creatures" born on solstices (even normal ones) are particularly powerful.

The circlet prevents Imogen from hearing the thoughts of people around her. It just eliminates that entirely. And with it goes most of the reasons she'd have to side with Ludinus and Otohan. Truly the peak of non-wizard mortal hubris, to consider killing the gods before looking for an item or a spell to solve your problem first

Sending to Keyleth from Imogen: "We're a couple hours out, to the southwest. Are we meeting up? Just going for it? Help?" "I'm gathering those of able-body who recovered from our last endeavor. I'll look for a tree. Let me know when you need the cavalry; our arrival isn't quiet."

"I go over and give Fearne a big hug." "Aww—" "I reach into her pocket." never change, Ashton

A ways out from the crater, the Bells Hells come upon a structure in the storm — the wood and stone wreckage of a skyship that carried a cathedral on it. It's mangled and burned; the brumestone has been scavenged. It looks recent, and the outer hull is covered in mounts for heavy armor, harpoons, and cannons, but it was brought down by battle on the deck, not by massive damage to the outer hull. The iconography indicates that it was from Vasselheim, possibly a Judicator ship.

jesus fucking christ. Matt could not say "DO NOT GO THROUGH WITH CRASHING THE SHIP" any more clearly.

if that dispel pulse is shutting down the automatons briefly, then maybe it's not actually intentional. maybe it's a by-product, an unintended consequence.

it never ceases to amaze me that without fail and across all of his characters, Travis manages to be both the voice of "fuck it we ball" and the person who slows down combat to calm players.

like, does CritRoleStats keep track of how many combat encounters each PC has started? bc Chetney has got to be up there with Imogen this campaign

this battle music has the same opening notes as the 2001 theme and now I can't hear anything else

The spellcaster has a +6 spell attack, but also cast hold person at 5th level and did 15 damage on a fire bolt, so they're most likely 9th level with a +2 spellcasting ability modifier.

Ashton rage build update: 2 on the d4 is the space build (portals!). they took the Crusher feat for their 8th level ASI. also, when the space build is active, they can use portals (either as a bonus action or as a result of hitting a creature or as a result of bringing a creature to 0 hp) to teleport to any space they can see within 30 or 60 feet of them.

As a reminder, shock flare is a reskin of arms of hadar, but it pushes creatures away instead of preventing them from taking reactions and deals lightning damage instead of necrotic.

Tal saying "five foot step" gave me hella flashbacks to Pathfinder 1e

"Well, I don't get to choose, do I? Let's just go with it." god fucking damnit. Ashton's rage abilities and how fucking random they are is so poetically and narratively intwined with the themes of this campaign, it's wild

it will never not amuse me that Matt, without fail, misunderstands the way the command spell works. it's super minor and not a big deal but as someone with a DM who's pretty on-top of it, it's very funny

Imogen gets pulled into a tent by a very quick and quiet force.

"Who are you, and why are you fighting the Vanguard?" "I've got friends coming in. Friends or enemies?" "I asked you first." "The question isn't why! It's 'are you fighting too'?" "Who are you with?" "

oh my god of fucking COURSE there are already infiltrators in here. of course there are. why wouldn't there be? Ryn didn't come here alone.

BEAUREGARD???

BEAUREGARD!!!!

y'all you have no fucking idea how excited I am——

"He can go say hi to the rest of his friends we've put there [in jail]." how fucking many of the Cerberus Assembly are in jail now? we know Trent is in there but who else?

CALEB!!!! blorbo!!!

"So. What's the play here, Beauregard?"

They're both friends to the Verity, and they've worked with Ryn before. They came here with her, trying to do a recon mission before she was taken.

The Children of Malice are a front for the Ruby Vanguard.

Caleb and Beau saw the other skyship go down. It was from Vasselheim. The Vanguard struck the skyship from the sky at Ludinus' request, though Caleb hasn't seen any sign of Ludinus being in the crater for many days. But the perpetual dispel pulse was intentionally installed.

Caleb, Beau, and Ryn were all on the Shadowfell team — they were able to damage the key, but unable to completely destroy it.

Caleb refers to Ludinus as the most powerful of the assembly, "the one who could topple it all" if he goes down. He and Beau came here alone;

The entire site is illusion-proofed, there's a dispel wave every minute. There are also mage-hunter golems here, which we've only ever heard of existing inside the Heirloom Sphere. I am forcibly reminded of the fact that Ludinus Da'leth is aware of the Happy Fun Ball.

"The absolute, absurd amount of muscles she has—" "Like Marisha?" *raised eyebrow* Matthew. (fuckin' simp (affectionate))

Ludinus has been reverse-engineering Aeorian technology and using distilled dunamis energy to power it, with multiple mesh-like power sources. He's "obsessed" with divinity and appears to be "counting on opposition, which makes [Beau] uneasy."

"What's dunabis?" "...there isn't time to lecture. It's a very obtuse form of magic that exists between the fabric of all other forms of power. It's one of the oldest and most fundamental forces within Exandria and beyond. It can alter time, space, probability, entropy — it is dangerous in the wrong hands, and unfortunately, a very strong source of it has been in the hands of Ludinus and the Assembly for some time." The 'very strong source' is presumably the beacon, which Ludinus has had since 835 PD.

The Cobalt Soul has been trying to nail down Ludinus for a long time, but "he's always one step ahead."

Caleb specifically refers to dunamis as chaotic, referencing Ashton.

Ludinus has apparently been doing this outside of the Assembly. Caleb's contact in the Assembly (Astrid, presumably) notes that even the rest of the Assembly is afraid to get involved in Ludinus' plans.

Halas, Trent, and "Bendathar" are in Beau's list of archmages they've fucked up.

Hey! Beau knows the Ashari! that's cool. She also knows Ira and his history of designing the keys.

There are dozens of mirrors and hook-like spires facing toward the key itself. Everything is reinforced with a massive amount of residuum — the device, the walls of the excavation site, and everything beyond. "An all-out assault would be far too dangerous." Caleb gives a sending stone to Chetney, who gives it to Laudna, under the assumption that the groups are going to split up to cover more ground.

given the fact that the solstice didn't actually happen this episode and that the Mighty Nein and the Crown Keepers are now attached to this, I feel like my "PFS2 special scenario" theory has some more merit

Beau disappears, Caleb goes invisible (they both start to circle around), and the Bells Hells start to descend the crater.

also, last minute update: Fearne would have flirted incessantly with both Beau and Caleb.

threads that have connected in this episode:

Missing residuum shipments: the malleus key and its surroundings are reinforced with residuum. that's a massive amount; it's possible that Trent's supply of residuum, the stuff the Nameless Ones stole, and the stuff the Paragon's Call were trafficking were probably all going here.

The Cobalt Soul and the Cerberus Assembly: It takes a long, long time to dismantle political systems. The Cobalt Soul has apparently imprisoned more Assembly members than just Trent.

Out-of-the-blue rolls: Those random rolls Matt had Marisha and Liam make were indeed rolls for the Shadowfell expedition that Beau, Caleb, and Ryn were involved with. They rolled shitty, so the Shadowfell key wasn't entirely destroyed, but was damaged.

#critical role #critical role c3 #critical role campaign 3 #critical role spoilers #critical role c3 spoilers #note watches c3 #drunkposting #(after the break)#yall you have no fukcing idea how excited I am at the fact that Beau and Caleb are back #Matt's voicing of them is so perfect #(I've been rewatching C2 so it's fresh in my mind)#MY BLORBOS #and just to put it out there #because it's Thursday and we're being eccentric #I find Beau as a character fucking INSUFFERABLE for the first 40-odd episodes of C2 #but that's part of why I love her so much. she grew so much.#Caleb is and always will be my c2 blorbo (I headcanon him as adhd/autistic) so beau's conflict with him was triggering for me in early M9 #but after c2e48 it got significantly better and by c2e84 she's up there with my favs of the M9 #but that's just my 2 cents and this implementation by Matt is AMAZING I LOVE IT SO MUCH

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @thegreatwicked :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Three

2. What's your total A03 word count? Just over 65K

3. What fandoms do you write for? Just Star Wars, right now.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I only have 3 total fics 😅 but I'll list them in order of kudos:

Water and Rock - Obi Wan x Reader, slow burn with smut

Four Hours - Din Djarin x Reader, basically a one-off but in two chapters, porn with minimal plot

Pretty Young Thing - Obi Wan x Reader, one-off, porn with almost no plot

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! I really appreciate people taking the time to comment, so I certainly want to let them know 💜

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? In the Star Wars fandom, I don't have any multi-chapters with endings, so I'll say Water and Rock since it contains the most angst lol

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Pretty Young Thing is just shameless wish fulfillment on my part lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics? This is so funny and I'm glad I get a chance to answer it - yes! I've written for several fandoms in the past and had mild criticism, and a long time ago there was actually ~drama within the same realm as my work, but not directed at me. However! I very nearly stopped posting after only two chapters in the Star Wars fandom because I immediately got an incredibly rude DM right off the bat. Honestly, it stung to the point I wasn't interested in sharing more. But after that, I received so many other kind comments it really turned things around and made me want to continue. I'm so grateful for all the sweet messages and comments you guys send. It makes it fun to share, which of course is what fanfic is all about :)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Absolutely, yes. I write F/M currently although in the past I've also written M/M. I just don't feel as comfortable or good at it. I like vanilla stuff for the most part with some kinks, but I'm not really into BDSM or anything that includes violence beyond mild things.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I have, but not for Star Wars. In a past fandom, I wrote a crossover for Futurama that was very fun. Nothing smutty, just for laughs.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware. One of the funniest crimes, though, if you ask me. Not to anyone who's had a stolen fic. That must feel awful. But for the person stealing someone else's work and taking credit? What on earth could you be trying to accomplish with that?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yeah, I had a 30-something chapter AU once upon a time that was completely translated into Russian. I didn't even find out until a few years later that it was on a Russian website with like a devoted readership and the translator giving author's notes on what they felt I was trying to convey in certain chapters. It was overwhelmingly flattering, but also strange that the translator never tried to reach out to even speak to me about it lol. Still, an amazing feeling, that someone enjoyed my writing enough to translate it for others. Gets me choked up 🥲

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, I was once a part of a 4-person google doc collab for a fic and it was unbelievably fun.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? All TIME? That is a tall order. I have to cheat and give multiple answers, I'm so sorry. I think it was @pickleprickle who mentioned Diana×Worf from Star Trek TNG and I absolutely love them.

Ben and Leslie from Parks & Rec.

A niche mention, but: Aloy and Kotallo from Horizon Zero Dawn (the videogame). I am OBSESSED with their dynamic and clawing, gnashing, biting, etc that it's not canon.

And since I just finished the Chiss Ascendancy Trilogy: Thalias and Samakro girlies please rise up, I am so in love with them 😭

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Speaking of Thrawn... still have a fic with him on the back burner, and I don't ever know that it will get posted.

I also have a smutty Obi Wan one-off that was started ages ago, like 4-5 months ago or something and I'm about 50% sure it won't get finished but I really really want to. I keep coming back to it but never finishing which is VERY ironic considering it's... uh... it's edging.

16. What are your writing strengths? I feel like my answer to this could change based on the time of day lol but I will say I feel strongest when writing dialogue and I've had the most compliments regarding characterization.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Oh, where to begin? 😄 I definitely suffer from the classic overuse of commas. My setting descriptions leave a lot to be desired, and I really wish I made more use of similes. I once had my work described as "clinical" regarding an interaction between two characters. I like to think I've learned and grown since then, but I still find myself jealous of people who are skilled with real, fleshed out, poetic descriptions.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? All depends on the writer. I know people who are amazing at it, and it comes off as natural. Myself? Not so much. And I wouldn't care to attempt it, tbh.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Listen... it was a long time ago...

Inuyasha 🧍

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? My all-time favorite is from an old fandom I don't particularly like to engage with anymore, and it's sadly no longer posted for that reason. I will say my current favorite fic is Water and Rock and I can't wait to post the next update. :)

No pressure tags! @cosmicsierra @djarins-cyare @grapenehifics @firstofficerwiggles @spicemaidenfic @eveningserenityyy

#obi wan x reader #star wars #obi wan kenobi #din djarin × reader #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #personal

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