#she is simply the local cat spirit

[stevie-kun]

day eight: cat face theory for anime faces 🙈🙈🙈🙈

#drawtober 2023 #cat face theory #anime #digital drawing #made with krita #my art #still getting back into the swing of digital art #i'm sure i'm late to the party with this trend #this is not even my cat #she is simply the local cat spirit

[elaaronpresleysgirl]

Almost made me wanna sin

Summary:Elvis meets an innocent lil girl at church. He's just a big ol cat that needs a mouse.

Chapter 1

At twenty years old, fourty year old Elvis was the first man to put himself inside you. He married you first, of course.

Weather wise the Las Vegas spring was heavenly, warm but not too warm.But aside from the weather, Spring was just as mundane as all the other seasons. Until you met Elvis Presley.

'Normal' eighteen year olds didn't have a curfew, but your life wasn't exactly normal. After your Mom died when you were ten years old, the balance she brought to your discipline died too. Your Father treated you like a Princess..like a Princess that needed to be locked away in a dragon-guarded castle.

Your friends grew tired of the atmosphere the grumpy man created when they would visit, so eventually they stopped visiting at all. They came and went swiftly throughout your teenager years, all but one. The angel that was Daisy King. She was remarkably similar to you, she had grown up without a Mother and her Father was just as strict as yours.

And she had a sweet but mischievous spirit like you. Maybe that was why he seemed to actually like her. You both met at grade school and she was always there through the bad times and the good. He wanted you to have someone solid you could depend on and Daisy had proven herself to be.

Boys were none negotiable though. He had the mindset that boys were only after one thing. And you couldn't deny it was true of most of the boys at your school. They seemed to want to make it their mission to fuck every pretty girl they set eyes on. However there were a select few that were different, sweet boys that Daisy dated on and off.

Boys your own age didn't appeal to you. You were too deeply ashamed to admit it, even to Daisy but you often fantasized about fucking men your fathers age, there was something about the worn out, rugged looks on their faces, their broad, broad shoulders and large hands.

Even at church you would keep an eye out for potential subjects of your fantasies. This time was no different. You had gone to evening mass with Daisy (Under strict instructions to be back straight after) 

You weren't actually interested in anything the priest was saying-you simply went to church because Daisy wanted to and it gave you opportunity to escape your Father's nagging for a little while. So while he spoke you surveyed the pews, eyes focusing on a middle-aged looking man who stood with his head bowed, black baseball cap over thick, raven hair and dark sunglasses over a slightly chubby face.

His hands were covered with leather gloves and he wore a long leather coat, tight black shirt and black trousers. His shirt was so tight in fact, the buttons were straining against his substantial belly. Something you found incredibly arousing. As he looked up you immediately recognised who the man was.

This was the man who's crumbled poster you kept under your pillow for the evenings you'd lock your bedroom door and get into bed, pulling the covers over yourself before retrieving the image of him in his "American Eagle' jumpsuit, microphone in hand. 

You'd hold the poster in front of you with one hand while the middle finger of the other lazily circled your clit. You imagined waiting in his dressing room for him, helping him out of the suit and him urgently fucking you on his dressing table. You'd come so hard from the fantasy of the man, it was almost impossible to stop yourself from crying out.

And now he was right here, in your local church. You blushed hard at the thought he might somehow know you masturbated to his image, but you just couldn't tear your eyes away from him. He was magnetizing. You watched his large hands restlessly move from down by his sides to the pew in front of him until he settled on folding them around himself.

As you were studying his movements his head swiftly turned, catching you off guard. You whipped your own head away from his direction and froze, awkwardly fighting the urge to look back at him. You could feel his stare burning into you without even looking. "What's the matter with you?" Daisy questioned in a hushed voice why you were so shifty.

"Don't turn around, but I'm pretty sure-fuck-I think that's Elvis Presley behind us" You spoke back in a whisper. Daisy chastised you for swearing in God's house but chuckled at the ridiculous notion "Can you not swear here! Yeah right, if Elvis Presley is in this church I'll-" Her sentence cut short when she did the opposite of what you'd said and turned around.

"Shit!" She covered her mouth, shocked at the involuntary curse word that had just escaped. "So all it takes for you to curse in church is Elvis huh? I told you not to look!" You playfully nudged her. "He was looking right at us..well..you..he was looking at you" You knew your best friend was right. You could feel his eyes trained onto you.

All of a sudden the urge not to glance back at Elvis dissipated, overtaken by the thrill of being watched by the Elvis Presley. You first looked back with your gaze fixed to the murky green flooring, landing on his shiny leather boots and travelling over well-filled plain trousers, large brown belt and the strained buttons of his tucked in silk shirt until you gingerly reached his face, his full lips turning at one corner to give you the gorgeous grin you'd seen in magazines so many times. You were just thankful his blue eyes were hidden behind dark large glasses, you were already a burning hot mess and almost certain you would faint at the intensity of the windows to his soul on you.

"He's gonna end up coming over when this service is finished, I bet ya!" Daisy's enthusiasm made her speak a little too loudly and receive disgruntled head shakes from the elderly couple sat opposite. She began to mouth an apology but they had already turned their focus away. "Nah. He's just being nice because he caught me gawping at him. Probably just doesn't want to embarrass me." You whispered into her ear to save getting dirty looks from any more parishioners.

"Well it's not working! You're as red as my dress!" Daisy grabbed hold of the dress in question, leaned towards you and held the fabric of the shoulder near your face, giggling. 

"I am aware, thank you!" You cleared your throat and attempted to compose yourself but neither you or Daisy were able to focus on the service. You never did pay much attention to the priest even on a normal day but it was unusual for Daisy not to be fully immersed. 

After what seemed like a lifetime the service finally finished and you again turned to look at Elvis but to your bitter disappointment he was no longer there. You scanned the pews to ensure he hadn't just moved to another but he hadn't, he was gone.

"UGH. Daisy we had one chance to meet him and now he's GONE.FOREVER." You threw your head back dramatically and let out a whine. "Maybe it's for the best. He does have a bad track record when it comes to girls" Daisy's attempt to console you fell on deaf ears.

"I didn't say I was trying to date him!I just wanted to meet him! Ugh let's just go" You tugged on Daisy's arm, wanting to get out of the place imminently but she protested. "Wait a minute, I wanna speak to Father Carpenter before we go" 

"I wanna speak to Father Carpenter before I go" You mocked her words in a high pitched tone. She didn't bite back though. "You can, I'm going home!" You were frustrated and disappointed you hadn't gotten to meet Elvis..if only you had just thrown caution to the wind and walked over to him or at least smiled back at him.

You walked with Daisy to Father Carpenter where you left her, both saying your goodbyes until tomorrow and you beginning your short journey home. It was now midnight and the streets were dimly lit due to several street lights being busted.

You always assured your Dad Daisy would walk you home but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. As you reached about the half way point to home you could sense something. A gut feeling struck you, like someone was watching. It was when you started to speed up to a more well lit street that you heard a startlingly loud whistle.

Oh fuck. Your mind began working at a million miles per hour, thinking of how you could defend yourself from whoever this creep was. You could now hear the sound of heavy footsteps, becoming closer and closer as your breathing became more and more erratic. 

You just knew you had to run. Thoughts of despair and regret at not listening to your Father when he insisted you shouldn't be out on the streets so late alone flooded your mind, you began to feel like you were running in quick sand and before you knew it a hand latched onto your right shoulder, you trying to scream but no sound would appear.

Then you heard his voice. "Hey, why you out here all alone lil girl?" You could hear the smug smile in his tone. Your knees were already weak and it was some wonder you didn't pass out the way his intense blue eyes pierced into you. You couldn't find any words as you struggled to get your breath back. 

"I'm Elvis Presley. Saw you staring at me back there. You caught my attention, lil girl" He held out a large gloved hand which you shook meekly. "I-I know who you are" Your breath slowly began to return to normal but you stuttered in the presence of this larger than life being. 

He let out a chuckle and looked you up and down, his gaze lingering on your breasts. "I know you do, honey. But I'm not so ignorant as to not still introduce myself. Didn't mean to scare ya. Just hated the thought of a lil thing like yaself leaving herself all vulnerable. There's a lot of bad men out there." 

"I-thank you" You mentally kicked yourself for giving such a lame response. He'd now taken his eyes off of your breasts and returned to looking you directly into your eyes. You couldn't figure out if you preferred him with sunglasses on or not his stare was so nerve-wracking.

"You're more than welcome doll. You not have a father or a young man looking out for ya?" "Yeah. My Father is very protective" You looked at the ground as you spoke. "He can't be that protective, letting ya walk home all on your own. If ya were my little girl I sure as hell wouldn't" Hearing those words come out of Elvis's mouth somehow made you blush.

"Well..." You began to explain how your Father thought you weren't alone but Elvis cut you off, as if what he wanted to say was far more important. 

"A young man?" Elvis tilted his head to one side, expression becoming suddenly serious. "Huh, I-Im sorry?" You were dumbstruck. His plumb lips turned up into a cocky smile. "I'm guessing you don't have a young man looking out for ya either, a boyfriend? I doubt it the way you were undressing me with your eyes" 

You couldn't fathom where to put your beet red face, something Elvis seemed to relish. He seemed to enjoy making you squirm and stutter. "S-s-sorry!" You spat out an apology to the ground and in return got a roaring laugh from Elvis. You prayed that same ground would swallow you up.

"Oh honey! You ain't gotta be sorry, you're only a human being after all! Darling, I enjoy being leered at by pretty things and you are a damn pretty lil thing. Look at me" Your hands began physically trembling as he held your chin up with one hand, forcing your eyes to meet his. 

"You wanna know something?" His blue eyes had turned dark. You nodded feebly. You weren't at all sure you did want to know, you already felt faint but you daren't not nod. He dipped his head down so his lips were pressed against your ear, his close proximity stiring something underneath your panties.

"You staring at me with those big innocent eyes made my cock awfully hard" You gasped out loud at the vulger words he was whispering but you still couldn't help the heat crawling across your skin "I bet ya do that all the time, don't ya? Make men solid, desperate. That's what I was. Why'd ya think I had to leave the service early? Had to go and relieve myself in the bathroom. In God's house...that's what ya did to me. Almost made me wanna sin right there in the pew!"

"You're doing it to me again, right now" He continued, his southern voice heavy with lust right down your ear. "Feel him, feel just how hard he gets for ya doll" He firmly gripped your wrist pressed your hand over the tent in his trousers, making you moan involuntarily. 

This was the first time you'd ever touched a man down there before and you were shocked at just how big he was. You suddenly felt a wet spot pool in your panties but Elvis withdrew himself from your ear and gently moved your hand away from his groin.

"Think you liked that a bit too much, lil girl. That little moan was music to my damn ears" He let his hand hover over your curves as though he was about to touch you but decided not to. Instead he once again brought his lips to your ear and spoke softly "But I'm not giving you anything tonight. I'm gon' go home and think about you..stroke my cock till I spill all over myself and you're gon' go home and rub that pretty..I know I've not had my eyes on it yet but I just know it's pretty..pussy while you picture me relieving myself just for you" 

Another moan escaped you as you processed just what he was saying. You were slack-jawed, unable to formulate any words. Elvis was doing the talking for the both of you. "I'll see you at church tomorrow, lil girl"

He unexpectedly pecked you on the cheek before he strode off,too quickly disappearing. Leaving you wondering if it was just a dream. You trudged the rest of the way home in a trance-like, highly aroused state to do what Elvis had asked of you.

#elvis presely smut #elvis x reader #toxicity #big daddy elvis #70s elvis

[kemetic-dreams]

Roots under Beale: The Significance of Beale Street to Memphis Hoodoo History

In the late 1800s, Robert Church, the first African-American millionaire in the South took great interest in Beale Street. After purchasing land on Beale, Church built Church Park and Auditorium exclusively for black Memphians. He also created a recreational center and an upscale hotel. Beale Street was very important to African American life in Memphis as Church wanted to create a safe haven for black Memphians where African American food, music and entertainment could be celebrated.

A community of healers, conjurers and rootworkers began to develop on Beale. Memphians knew that you could visit the right store or juke joint and find someone with the ‘gift’ to provide magical and spiritual help. Beale Street musicians like W.C. Handy began to speak of the hoodoo culture through the lyrics of their songs. Blues singer Lillie Mae Glover known as ‘Ma Rainey II’ became popular on Beale Street as not only a performer but also a conjurer. She would perform rituals and various spiritual workings for other performers on Beale, as well as random customers who knew to seek her out. One of her special abilities was the ability to make mojo hands for blues musicians. While many hands were traditionally made using roots, lodestone and a red flannel bag, Lillie Mae made hers using common ingredients like sugar, flour and a heap of coal.

It became evident that hoodoo was being practiced in downtown Memphis much to the dislike of the white community. Hoodoo and any African based religious practices were compared to savage paganism that threatened the wives and children of the white community of Memphis. Local police were put on alert regarding the threat of hoodoo and ‘voodooism’ as it was commonly referred to.

The Memphis Press-Scimitar reported:

‘The Voodoo business still thrives on Beale Street. Police, looking for a witch

doctor yesterday confiscated a half a sack full of “Stay Away Powder,”

“Easy Life Powder” and “Spanish Luck Drops” being sold to negroes at

25 cents a set. The “Stay Away” powder, supposed to jinx a love rival,

proved to be nothing stronger than flour. “Easy Life” powder appeared to

be a fine grade of ground clay. “Spanish Luck Drops” were more potent.

They were a cheap but stout perfume. All in all, police figured the 25-cent

collection cost the producers not more than a couple of cents.’

Raids on rootworkers and conjurers were quite common in the city. There is record of a number of arrests where hoodoo devotees were arrested and artifacts such as mojo bags and amulets were confiscated and in some cases destroyed in the presence of practitioners. Hoodoo was not only feared but represented empowerment for the black community, something that the times simply would not allow.

The development of a hoodoo community on Beale Street gained the notoriety of the title ‘The Black Magic District’ as many Memphians knew that one could obtain a cleansing, a black cat bone or guidance from the ancestors by visiting the right individual on Beale. In the 1940s gold miners would visit Beale Street looking for conjurers to help them spiritually locate treasure along the Mississippi River. The rising number of Memphians using Beale Street’s healers as a form of healthcare caused some Memphis physicians to become critical and voice offense against the community’s rootworkers. However as writer Keith Wailoo in has noted “Those who invoked spirits to relieve one’s rheumatism or to subdue one’s enemies would not be driven easily from the Bluff city.” Hoodoo was here to stay.

In 1876, Jewish immigrant Abraham Schwab opened one of Memphis’s most iconic businesses on Beale Street. A. Schwab began as a dry goods store offering everything from cloth overalls to blues records. Years later the store began to carry a number of hoodoo related curios. In fact at one point the store was literally bringing in shipments of over one hundred and twenty tons of hoodoo related candles. The hoodoo community in Memphis would purchase oils, candles, incense and roots from the oldest store on Beale. One of my earliest exposures to hoodoo curios came when as a child I was taken into Schwab by my parents. I remember the scent of incense and the colorful collection of candles and curios. It was a wonderland to the senses.

During the writing of A Secret History of Memphis Hoodoo: Rootworkers, Conjurers and Spirituals, I was given the opportunity to visit the store’s archives and see some of the remnants of hoodoo curios and artifacts. A number of old curios from Memphis based companies like ‘LaClyde Lucky Products’ and ‘Lucky Heart Cosmetics’ were preserved in pristine condition saved for their historical preservation. Boxes of dried rattlesnake root, John the Conqueror and assorted herbs could still be found. A member of the Schwab family shared stories of hoodoo practitioners throughout the years and the many testimonies and stories of customers from the conjure community.

These are but a few of the numerous stories about rootworkers and conjurers on Beale Street that were instrumental in the history of hoodoo in Memphis. The history of hoodoo in Memphis is a story of cultural survival that needs to be told.

#memphis #beale street #rootworker #african #kemetic dreams #africans #brownskin #afrakan #afrakans #brown skin #african culture #afrakan spirituality

[crownedinmarigolds]

1.) What drives them? What's their ultimate goal?

29.) What feelings do they internalize?

44.) What lies do they tell others?

45.) What lies do they tell themselves?

For Parvati!

Eee! Thank you for asking! Sorry I may get a little wordy because Parvati is my quiet storm. Haha!

1.) What drives them? What's their ultimate goal? Parvati has lived a very long time. To have lived for so long had made her listless. In life before the Embrace, she had lived simply - a beautiful woman whose home was some place very remote, perhaps only meant to live and die as a wife and mother - but suddenly vampirism was thrust upon her at the whims of a passing stranger in the jungle. A strange twist of fate, a stroke of luck or an awful curse. She awoke in the dark with no answers, no reasons or whys, just hunger and pain. In her mind she probably thought about Death and dying all the time, though she didn't have the weakness nor strength to give into it on her own. So she wandered the world like a spirit amongst the animals, and feeling not much different when she came back to civilization. Her only moments of joy were then moments of danger when she came across a gutsy human or a fellow vampire, though she realized fast her mind had a lot of overwhelming power that nearly had no equal in those ancient days. Truly when she met with Harrakhty Hamdi, a Ancillae assassin serving the followers of Set, did she find an true equal. (This was in the BCE era of the world.) They fought one another across a few centuries, but fell in love and eventually threw aside the fighting in order to be together for eternity. Parvati found renewed purpose assisting Harri in his rise amongst the Setites, even meeting Set himself as he used to walk amongst his children in the early days. She is officially a Setite herself despite officially being a Ravnos - the queen to Harri's king, and serves Set in her own ways as she and Harri command their own den of adders in his name. Eventually, she even has a child with her husband that also gives her the newfound purpose of parenthood. She is driven by love, and her ultimate goal is her and her family's safety and happiness... which probably means the complete subjugation of humanity and the blotting out of the sun.

29.) What feelings do they internalize? Parvati is nearly completely internal. No one but her husband knows what she's thinking, how she's feeling. She is silent, unblinking, stalking like a cat. She has the bloodline power of Auspex, which gives her telepathy which she uses nearly exclusively with her husband. Harri is ultimately the mouthpiece of the entire local group of their sect, so that's fine with her. Harri though is completely given free reign of her thoughts and emotions, because she easily tears out his own with simply a thought. It's one of their reasons their marriage is so intense and unshakeable: ultimate vulnerability and true acceptance of their monstrous natures. Everyone else just gets a quiet, creepy hot lady.

44.) What lies do they tell others? Parvati barely speaks, therefore Parvati does not really lie. Harri is the liar, she just waits in the shadows until he's done playing with their food.

45.) What lies do they tell themselves? Parvati probably has to convince herself of Set's might every once in a while. Everyone has shakes in their faith, and while she's devoted and carries out orders from the higher ups of the clan, there are times where she may think "Is Set worth it?" Otherwise, Parvati lives pretty brutally honest. Being stuck inside one's own mind may do that.

#thetardiswhoneverwas #ask game #oc ask game #answered ask #OMG THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!! love my cat lady!!!!! #parvati #vtm oc #vtm #ravnos #vampire the masquerade #world of darkness

[untilthenextencore]

Of Hopes & High Grace Pt. 1: Clearly: Up in the Canyons~...

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Laurel Canyon, 1965~

Walking up the driveway into the house, from his tour around the grounds by the house's owner, Jimmy let his eyes scan the room. Turning left, he saw his date for the evening Jackie sitting in the pit - a sunken floor & seating area - chatting with one of their friends. He had come to the party with her that day. Jackie had been something of a regular or semi-regular presence in his life. They'd been on & off for a few months since working together both on her music, songs for others like Marianne Faithfull, or even his own attempts at solo work. Though the less said about that single, the better he figured now.

Turning right & taking a sip of his drink as he tried to clear that from his mind, he saw a bunch of kids dancing in the center of the living room. They weren't really kids, actually. Most looked about his age from what he could tell. They twisted & moved in front of large double glass doors that looked out on quite a view of the city below. The setting sun streamed in through the windows, starbursting over the dancing kids. One in particular caught his eye.

She was in a slim fitting sheath dress with a scoop neckline & a mottled shimmery watery blue & lagoon green print. The dress skimmed what he could surmise was a very alluring figure. Long dark hair flowing loose around her shoulders, tawny skin, a hint of cat's eye eyeliner framing two deep brown eyes. Full rosy cheeks. Even fuller berry rose lips. She laughed & clapped & spun about with an older male friend as the guitar in the song trilled.

Try as he might, Jimmy couldn't tear his eyes from her. She was lively. Spirited. Drop dead gorgeous. He simply had to get her name.

Nudging his host for the evening, he motioned to the dark sylph dressed in siren's blue & asked. "Who's she, mate?"

His host Tony turned to peer in her direction before smiling. "Ah, her? That's Mariella. She lives up here. Bought a house on Appian Way not too long ago. Made a few papers. Rather young for being a homeowner, she. Teenage homeowner. You know how papers eat that stuff up."

Jimmy nodded at that. He knew all too well. So she was a teenager, was she?

Tony explained further. "But she's more known for her music."

"Sings, does she?" Jimmy asked with a sip of his drink.

"Like an angel!" Tony nodded. "Though she sings mostly in Spanish. Mexican music & the like. Her father is a singer, too. A famous one in his field. Carlos Ignacio Alamilla. She sometimes used to tour with him. Now she goes between performances with him & her own local club gigs."

"I see..." Jimmy nodded, mulling over the many ways their similar lines of work might give him an in with her. "Mind introducing me then?"

To his surprise, Tony laughed.

"What's so funny?" Jimmy asked, half annoyed, half confused.

"Nothing. Except I feel I must warn you. You being new here & all you probably don't know. She's not too forthcoming with new people. Her father is extremely protective of her, with her being his only daughter. And even if you get past him, there's no promise you'll get anywhere with her. The running joke is that while most everyone's first word was "mama," hers was likely "no."

Jimmy snorted.

"It's true. Not to say she's mean. Just very careful in meeting new people. Wary even. Once you get to know her... If you get to know her... Once you get close... If you get close... You'll find she's a delight... Sweet girl... Just very shy I guess... Impossible not to love her, that one..."

"I see..." Jimmy breathed those words in a dragon's puff of cigarette smoke.

A delight...

Sweet girl...

Shy girl...

Indeed...

What's not to love?...

Jimmy contemplated everything he was told with another puff of his cigarette before asking it & announcing with a wry grin in yet another dragon's puff. "Well, now I have to meet her now don't I?"

"Alright." Tony drawled, placing a hand on Jimmy's shoulder. Don't say I didn't warn you. And don't be surprised if she's not as forthcoming with you. It takes her awhile to warm up." With that he led the way as he & Jimmy weaved their way through the crowd.

Each undulating body seemed to serve as a fluttering curtain. A momentary eclipse. All of it making it so as they neared Jimmy saw her move in sections. In snapshots. Rotoscope images that burned & swirled in his brain, searing themselves into the grey matter. Each fleeting glimpse only serving to intrigue & tantalize him more. The time it took for them to cross the few feet's distance they had to traverse, feeling like one long scene in slow motion. The music falling into silence. The silence cut only by the sound of his blood thumping in his temples. His heartbeat pounding like a drum of war.

Jimmy's mouth went suddenly dry. He swallowed hard. He could be wrong but he swore that lump he felt in his throat, if it wasn't his Adam's apple, might've been heart-shaped.

Just then, Tony's voice cut into his train of thought, slicing through the thumping silence. "Hey, Mariella."

Black hair fanned out as she whirled to face them cutting her dance short, before coming to rest framing her face as she turned.

Lovely face, Jimmy thought.

A look of confusion crossed her features before her eyes lit up in recognition. "Tony! There you are! I was wondering where you had gone off to!" She spoke in a bright voice colored with an indeterminate accent. "I knew you were here but I didn't see you. How are you?" She asked with a hug.

Perhaps, this would be easier than Tony said it would.

"Just fine, doll. And clearly you seem to be enjoying yourself too. Great mix of songs you brought this time as always!" Tony smiled & returned the hug warmly. "I've been looking for you too by the way. I have someone I want to introduce to you. He's a friend of mine."

"Oh?" She looked up at him with a curious pout.

"Mariella Alamilla may I introduce one of the latest English imports to hit our shores, A Mister James Patrick Page." Tony motioned to Jimmy, snickering at his own overly florid introduction.

She, Mariella, turned to face Jimmy, regarding him with the same curious pout. Indeed there was a touch of wariness edging those eyes as they scanned him guardedly. The young girl stayed close to Tony, anchoring herself to him amidst this stranger before her.

Now was the time.

Jimmy gave her his best disarming smile & extended a hand. "Pleasure to meet you. Call me Jimmy. And may I say you have a phenomenal taste in music. What's the name of the song if I may ask?"

"Pleasure's all mine I'm sure." Her voice was cool & soft as she placed her smaller hand in his lightly. Feathersoft. Fleeting, hesitant contact. None of that brightness & effusiveness that had been so evident in her chat with Tony. "And thank you. It's one of my favorites. It's called "El Boogie de la Guitarra" by Los Crazy Boys. Mexican Rock. Tony likes me to bring some music by artists he and the gang might not have heard of." She explained in a polite yet matter of fact tone.

Mariella had undergone a sudden transition. She went from alive & incandescent to hushed & removed. Her light still shone but now it flickered like a candle in a breeze. A light in the window of a tower, or at a high altar. Still burning. Still present. Still bright. Yet just out of reach. So near & yet so far.

So Tony was right after all! He WAS gonna have to work with this one. Interesting...

Bringing her hand to his lips he kissed the back, eliciting a jolt, soft gasp & the slight widening of eyes.

At least he could get some kind of reaction out of her. A delicious one at that.

Fighting a grin at the sight of her trying to reel in her reactions so & giving a soft curtsy in semi-formal / semi-playful response to his florid actions, he continued. "I hear from Tony you're in the music game too."

"Yes." She replied, still soft yet pointed. "I sing with my father at times & at other times do my own thing."

"Which is?..." Jimmy asked, maintaining his hold on her hand despite the momentary soft pull he felt. She attempted to retract her hand after the kiss, clearly expecting that to be it. Clearly, it wasn't though. And so her hand remained in his, his thumb rubbing the kiss-printed back as the rest of his hand swallowed hers whole & kept it there. Jimmy meanwhile did his best to distract her from this fact by adding. "Tony told me you sing Mexican music?"

"Yes." She nodded, swallowing hard herself. Clearly she was trying to ignore her nerves. Trying to ignore or quell the tremble in her hand that was locked in his. A fact he clearly reveled in. "I sing Mexicana with my older brother, father and his band. Banda. Boleros. Mariachi. That sort of thing. When on my own I sort of mix that with an indie kick. Maybe a little jazz. Maybe a little rock. Maybe something else. It all depends on my mood." Lifting her gaze from her hand in his & pinning him with a look that was at once both curious & cutting, she asked. "Do you sing too, Jimmy?"

He & Tony shared a knowing laugh. "Not really I'm afraid. I plan to stick to the guitar & maybe my art otherwise."

Tony nodded, explaining simply. "Jimmy went to art school before things really kicked off for him. He's now one of the most in demand session guitarists there is, doll!"

Jimmy did his best not to blush at the compliment. He didn't want to be too conspicuous. Though he had been content to remain silent up to this point, Jimmy saw that Tony's eyes had volleyed from Jimmy himself to Mariella and back like he were witness to the most captivating tennis match ever.

"Really now?" Jimmy heard the first lilt in her voice in what had been quite awhile. The light in her eyes flickered anew. The corner of her sweet mouth lifted as she asked. "That seems to be quite a frequent occurrence. Tell me, Mr. Page, do all you Englishmen flock to art school before you hit the music scene?"

Both he & Tony laughed again. "Boy if it don't seem like that sometimes, huh?" Tony nudged Jimmy, grazing him with an elbow to the ribs.

"Yeah it does. A lot of us sure seem to but it's not like a dead set rule or anything." Jimmy smiled as he met her gaze. His laughter crinkled eyes were met with a gaze that was still just as inscrutable as it was penetrating even as little flames of mirth danced in her eyes & in the corners of her soft, wry smile.

Where had he seen such a look before?

He couldn't put a finger on it.

Shaking out of that thought, he added with a soft pat to her hand, still locked in his, with his free one. "In any case I do hope I'll get the honor and pleasure to hear you sing while I'm here."

"Maybe you will." Tony smiled.

Though Jimmy's gaze hardly left Mariella, Jimmy could still catch the barest glimpse of him signaling to someone off to the side.

Another soft curtsy by the young lovely in the blue dress followed, recapturing Jimmy's full attention. "I hope you still find it such a pleasure afterwards if you do."

Jimmy was sure he'd indeed find her such a pleasure.

In more ways than one.

Just then Jimmy found his attentions pulled to his side as a certain familiar blonde, curled her way around him, linking arms with him.

It was Jackie.

"Jimmy..." She drawled, snapping her gum sharply. "Where've you been. I've been looking everywhere for you. And who's this?" He saw her eyes scan Mariella warily.

Mariella for her part barely flinched. Her features hardly changed. One eyebrow lifted in the barest perk as her head tilted slightly. "Nice to see you again, Jackie. How've you been? Haven't seen you since the last music show we did together. Hope you've been well." Her voice was as ever cool, controlled & polite. Where some would fight fire with fire, she clearly preferred to ice out the flames entirely. And rather aptly at that. Smooth.

"Oh hi, Jackie. Tony was just showing me around & introducing me to people." Jimmy explained as coolly as possible.

"I see..." She cast a nonplussed look his way before turning to regard the dusky brunette once more. "Ah, Marie-Ella..." Jackie cooed, breaking her name up in some sort of southern double name special like her own government name was. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize it was you!" Her voice was super sweet as she laid it on as thick as honey. Though try as she might she still came off as something a little short of genuine in her apology & attempts to ingratiate.

Had she always been this cloying?, Jimmy thought.

"Long time no see indeed!" Jackie giggled. "How's the eighth grade? Or is it ninth now? It's been such a long time I just can't keep track."

It was then that Jimmy & Mariella's hold on each other broke.

Eighth grade?

Ninth?

What was that in terms of forms again?

Jimmy cast a stunned look at Mariella who just shrugged.

"Actually I'm in high school now, thanks for asking." She replied matter of factly. Calm. Cool. Collected. Sweet & smooth. "How's the school of life treating you, Jackie? Well, I hope." There went that soft yet inscrutable stare.

Jackie just scoffed & smacked her gum again. "Well enough thanks." Then tugging on Jimmy's arm, she announced. "Jimmy let's go. I have some people I want you to meet."

Before he could think to respond with more than a mere. "Wait, Jackie. Wait..." Mariella gave him a playful salute with two fingers to her temple.

"See you around then. Bye you two."

And with that, she & Tony disappeared into the crowd as Jackie pulled him away.

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As ever this is forever under construction~!

Hope you guys enjoy~!

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[hornedadvance]

Horned Advance

Halcyon Episode

This chapter is set during ACT 2 of the main story, but is not necessarily canon. It is recommended that you read through ACT 1 before reading this chapter.

Things had finally settled down for Palo. Her motley crew had finally found a spot of rest, happily putting their minds together to build what had come to be Camp Palo. A humble little fort village, bordered by log palisades and a thick wooden gate. They’d all given their piece to building what they had today, with Kagura doing the heavy lifting and Merry figuring out the logistics and hiring small-time craftsmen with the money she’d worked so hard to gather. The camp was nowhere near perfect, but the rag tag group paid no mind to it. Quinn said it just made it more ‘rustic and homely’, which Palo shrugged off as weird Quinn talk.

The sun was bright, the skies were clear and the breeze cool but to Palo it was just another day. Despite her aloof outlook though, the warmth while being surrounded by her friends comforted her in a way that she’d never felt before. Quinn had decided to make pancakes that morning, the sweet scent making its way to Palo’s nostrils as she laid out on the sundeck of the newly finished cabin they were now staying in. She knew Quinn would call when they were ready though, so Palo simply rested her eyes. For a moment things were peaceful. Then the loud crashing started again…

Recently Kagura had been training on the local forest. Notably on the forest. She’d been snapping trees in half with her fists for hours at a time, saying she was unsatisfied with her punch each time. She said that she was just gathering wood for the camp, but that excuse stopped working when the stockpile of logs started piling up faster than they could be used. In reality it was her fighting spirit motivating her to keep training in comically extreme ways, but the woods wouldn’t miss a few trees at the end of the day, so no one bothered to stop her. It ticked Palo off a little in all honesty, but eventually the noise stopped, leaving Palo to drift off into a warm afternoon nap.

She woke some time later, Quinn shaking her gently to wake her up. “C’mon Paly, it’s getting late. If you don’t get up, they’ll eat all the leftovers,” Said a pancake-scented Quinn. The sun had begun to hang over the western sky, twilight creeping up as the bright blue hue faded into night. Palo got up from her napping spot, satisfied but with a sore neck. She headed into the kitchen where Quinn had been toiling away all day, only to be greeted by the heavenly scent of a fresh bakery, with a spread of breads and sweet treats laid across the smooth stone counter top. “Here, I saved this one for you.” Quinn said with a smile, handing Palo a pancake with a cute cat pattern drawn on it in a trail of syrup. It’d been a while since she started making them, so this was surely made much later than the rest and surely just for Palo despite Quinn’s secrecy. “Thank you, Quinn. I mean it.” Said a bashful Palo, a warm smile set across her face.

After finishing her special pancake and getting ready for bed, Palo did one last circle of the camp, spying Merry in her business quarters, chatting to Grazie. The two were laughing over some exotic looking herbal tea, with Merry hunched over her trade journal and Grazie leaning back in a wooden chair with a smug look on her face. The two had been discussing the logistics of importing medical herbs and various other concoctions for some time, and it seemed like they were deep in the roots of it, Palo daring not to disturb them. They seemed happy, though. She thought it was nice to see.

Some time passed as Palo spoke with the returning Kagura and helped her lay out the logs she’d brought back, or whatever was left of them. The girl seemed proud of her monstrous strength, turning thick oak trees into paste and splinters on a regular basis; better yet, she pestered Palo to come with her to train, as if Palo would ever be on that level of destruction. Something about Kagura’s positivity had begun to rub off on Palo, and though she couldn’t see it herself those around her knew it to be true from the light within her own smile.

Just as Palo headed back to the cabin that housed the rooms of her and her companions, she spotted Io on the roof, gazing to the stars. She quietly climbed the ladder behind the building, setting herself down next to Io. “Say, Palo.” Io mumbled, quickly noticing her presence. “Do you ever feel like a little fish in a big sea? Like we’re just specks of dust on this impossibly massive world?” The girl spoke, an uncertain look in her eyes. “Well… I’ve always been a speck of dust, I think. I think I always will be.” Palo replied nonchalantly. “But that’s ok with me. I don’t want to be anything but dust… Being something bigger comes with responsibility, with debts and ties. I don’t want to be some puppet on someone’s string. I’m just happy to be dust. Dust with you guys… I don’t mind being dust together.” Io smiled, hearing Palo’s unusually earnest response. “Huh… I never thought of it that way. Maybe you’re right… Maybe being a speck isn’t so bad after all.” The two chuckled lightly at the sheer ridiculousness of their dusty conversation, before sitting and staring into the stars together. What Io saw in the stars that night, she never ended up telling anyone. Next to Palo though, she rethought what she saw, and how she’d been looking for it. The two headed off to bed after a bit, and the tranquil day came to a gentle, warm end.

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[goonlalagoon]

Somewhere different, something new || SpiritTea

I know I wanted somewhere that would be different to the city, thought Sen through a daze, but I wasn't quite expecting this.

This was the charming if remote village of Yokae, which she had rolled into two days before in the dead of night - that unfortunate pre-dawn stage where it wasn't even just late or middle of the night but edging towards being simply very early the next morning, and she'd spent most of the walk through town half listening to Miko's patter and mostly thinking oh spirits how little sleep am I going to have to meet all my new neighbours on??

It was a small, sleepy village; a little run down in places but overall very...quaint. Picturesque. Just what she'd been looking for: somewhere without the distractions of the city, and without the price tag of a city apartment to go with it. She could deal with living in an old fashioned house for the amount she was paying for it, even if it was going to take some getting used to, and the walk from one end of the village to the other if she wanted a cup of coffee was probably good for her all things considered. The silence was probably the hardest thing to adjust to, as she tossed and turned and tried to get used to sleeping on a futon. In the city there was always noise - the roar of traffic outside, even at night, the blare of sirens in the distance or too-loud chatter of people meandering home in varying levels of inebriation. In Yokae, the only sound was the creak of the roof in the wind and the rustle of leaves, the occasional chirping of an insect. When a fox barked in the distance Sen found herself sitting up, heart racing, as she tried to place where she was.

It had turned out to be a good thing she'd braced herself for handling introductions while bleary eyed, because there was a strong implication that if she didn't meet them all on the first day there was going to be Some Kind Of Problem. And in a place with apparently only twenty-five residents - twenty-seven if you included the dogs, which she did - she really, really didn't want to be known as “the rude one”. She knew what reputation city-folk often had in places like this, and was determined not to fall into it. With a population this small, making a bad impression on anyone would surely get spread around, and before she knew it everyone would be side-eying her and muttering about how she was anti-social and didn't fit in.

That would come anyway, she was sure, once she was out of her writing rut and head down in a project and forgetting that things like eating and shopping and sleeping and going outside were needed. Sen would need all the good feeling she could get when the inevitable flow of inspiration caught her, so that no one would take it personally and might even knock on her door occasionally to check she was in fact alive.

So: Yokae, initially, seemed about what she was expecting.

Then came the floating cat, which she was definitely blaming on the local tea. But the idea that it was a hallucination was - well. It was appealing, but she honestly wasn't sure how this would be what her brain came up with. And she had, absolutely, seen a rice ball float up into the air and vanish in chunks as though something was eating it just the day before. 

Working theory seemed to be that the floating cat was, in fact, real, and that she was, in fact, somehow becoming responsible for running a bathouse. Another point in favour of the cat being real was the pile of towels it had floated into and sent crashing to the ground, because that seemed like the kind of thing a floating cat would definitely do and it wasn't like she'd imagined the towels for it to be a hallucination. She could pick them up and feel the rough texture, and she was pretty sure she couldn't imagine that so convincingly.

So: Yokae, on examination, a little different to original expectations.

Sen scurried to and fro as ordered, carving chunks out of a regrowing root to fuel the boiler and alternating between washing and drying towels, leading spirits over to the steaming tub and trying desperately to work out which ones would be offended by sitting next to each other. Because apparently this was her life now.

So much for free of distractions.

#my writing #SpiritTea #Another short one written during NaNo because I got distracted trying the SpiritTea demo #I'm not sure if I want to buy the full game right now #But it had some fun stuff #and one fun thing was how quickly things went from this is normal #to oh I guess this is my normal now then??? #for the player character #Fun fact SpiritTea isn't a category on Ao3 yet

[highliqhts]

🎬  just  announced,  rowan delaney has  been  cast  as rikki chadwick  in  the  upcoming  h2o: just add water  reboot.  the  twenty3  year  old  is  trending  as  people  are  debating  if  the  scouring the local thrift stores for the cutest knitted tops, giving their manager serious heart palpitations by going on instagram live rants about how big corporations are ruining the planet at 2am, being weirdly good at tiktok dance challenges, trying to cook for people despite being terrible at it and being completely unable to keep a phone screen protected without cracks   that  they  are  known  for  is  enough  to  make  them  as  good  as  original.  a  quick  google  search  shows  that  their  fans  call  them  free-spirited,  but  internet  trolls  think  they’re  more  brash.  i  guess  their  newest  interview  for  variety  where  they  talk  about  how they almost had an accident trying to swim with a mermaid’s tail as a child  will  let  people  to  know  them  better. 

hii, besties !! <33 i am daisy and genuinely so excited to be here ?? fair warning that it's been ... probably about a year since i last tumblr group rped, so i might be a bit rusty but this one brought me back from my retirement. this is rowan, who is a brand new muse of mine aka they're definitely still a work in progress but i'd absolutely love to plot with everyone and figure out all the missing pieces !! anyway, hope u enjoy, mwuah !

basics.

name:  rowan delaney.

nicknames:  ro.

gender:  demi woman

pronouns:  she/they.

age:  23.

date of birth:  january 23rd 2001.

astrological sign:  aquarius.

place of birth: brisbane, australia.

nationality: australian.

ethnicity: mauritian, italian.

occupation:  actress.

sexual & romantic orientation:  pansexual, panromantic.

character.

positive traits:  free-spirited, accepting, spontaneous, passionate, independent, loyal.

negative traits:  brash, aloof, stubborn, fickle.

likes:  the beach, having conversations about things that actually matter, finding that piece while thrifting, traveling, chai latte, pistacchios, surfing.

dislikes:  small talk, people who don't care about the environment / animals, authority figures, rules that don't make sense to her, fake niceties.

biography.

if there ever were two people who absolutely should be parents it's rowan's moms. their lovestory is one for the ages, as they had met in the australian wilderness, ciara an italian backpacking tourist and lauren the australian who saved her from some kind of poisonous snake ( or if you believe lauren a totally non-threatening, non-poisonous snake but she would only contest it if ciara isn't around ). what followed is neatly documented in the photo albums rowan grew up looking through, their mothers on their travels through the entire country, lauren having joined ciara for ' protection purposes '. one thing led to another and the two of them fell in love, something that was completely unthinkable, both with the distance and with ciara’s very catholic and conservative family back in italy. there were simply too many obstacles, it couldn’t work out, right ? with heavy hearts they said goodbye after almost an entire year spent constantly by each other’s sides. that is until, due to a sudden storm, ciara’s flight didn’t take off, leading them to have yet another conversation … after all, wasn’t this fate telling them not to part ? in the end ciara never left australia to go back to living in italy, instead taking the leap and staying in australia with the woman she excitedly calls the ‘ love of her life ‘ even to this day. 

rowan was the last puzzle piece to their perfect little family, in addition to the two dogs, one cat and the stray duck all living with them as well. nobody really knows how the duck ended up there. they do know how rowan did though, after years of careful consideration she was about the most wished for child you could possibly imagine. and so she grew up, surrounded by love and support. that being said, for a while it wasn’t easy for rowan to cope with the harsher realities of life outside their little house. while at the delaney’s family home it was alright to express yourself and your feelings however you wanted, the outside world was less accepting of that. therefore school wasn't easy for her during the first years. rowan was a bit of an outsider during those years, spending most of their free time at home with the pets and their mothers. it wasn’t until she grew up some more that she found friends who would accept her as she was. 

once those years came around however, her life was better than ever before. alongside their friends they spent a lot of time exploring the beaches and city around them. their mothers, being the free-spirited and encouraging women they were, mostly encouraged them in this, paying for their first surfing lessons right alongside the first acting classes. initially they had only signed up for those because a friend of theirs had. surprisingly enough though, rowan soon figured out that acting was something they were not only rather good at but also loved to do. though ciara would later say she never thought it to be all that surprising, with how much rowan had always loved listening to and sharing stories. especially during those younger, more lonely days, where it was mostly books keeping her company. the last years of high school were spent acting in local theater productions, having bonfires at the beach and surfing with their friends. 

life was good for rowan during those times as she started considering what to do after school. it was at the beginning of her last year in high school when she saw an open audition for neighbors and decided to simply shoot her shot. never in a million years did they think this would actually lead them anywhere,that was until they got callback after callback, eventually sitting down to do chemistry reads. they were seventeen, a month into their final year when they got the official offer. sitting down with their parents, they debated. how would she finish school, when filming would take place in melbourne ?  was it even feasible ? could she move there on her own ? in the end they found a solution that had her living with a friend of the family in melbourne during filming, studying with a tutor when she was there and still attending school whenever she was in brisbane. it was a stressful year and it’s safe to say their final grades were not much to be proud of but they did it, they graduated. afterwards she was lucky enough for her minor role to stay permanent, gaining some importance in the show’s plotline, leading to her being able to continue to stay on the crew and work in melbourne. 

they kept their very first television role on neigbors for about 3-4 years, before finally saying their goodbye to the australian soap. due to the relative prominence of the show in australian television, they had earned a decent level of exposure through it. in australia, this would have definitely lent itself to quickly gaining further job opportunities and she definitely debated this with her moms for quite some time. in the end it was them that pushed her to aim higher, to try her luck in the us and move to los angeles at 21. the move was probably the hardest thing ro has done to this day, leaving was tearful not only because they’d miss their family but also because they’d miss their home and they were fully aware they might just be leaving for nothing. for the past two years ro has mostly been getting very small appearances for an episode or three in multiple tv projects ( imagine patient on grey’s or a lost plotline in riverdale or smth, i’ll have to figure the exact projects out ). only recently did she get her first real breakthrough when she was cast as rikki in the reboot of h20: just add water, an australian classic ! they’re about to start filming season 1 and it’s safe to say that ro couldn’t be more excited, having been an avid viewer of the show as a kid.

tl;dr: basically she's born to two very loving lesbians whom i gave an unneccessarily sweet backstory. she grew up in australia, loves the oceans and animals and always had the loving support of her family. she started acting at 17 and moved to the us to further follow that career at 21. h2o is her first lead role.

headcanons.

rowan sometimes refers to the pets that were in the house while they grew up as if they were their siblings, which can be confusing to some people 

ro’s style is very much sort of boho inspired, she loves cute knitted pieces and wide flowy pants and dresses or jeans shorts as well as sporting the most pieced together yet somehow strangely working assortment of jewelry 

she has a decently active social media presence, which is mostly used for an unpredictable mixture of silly on set tiktok challenges or passionate calls for action, mostly for environmental protection 

they’re very much a beach and oceans enthusiast and they WILL shut you down for leaving any kind of trash on the beach but also for supporting environmentally damaging companies 

ro has a decent amount of houseplants at home and tries to keep them alive so desperately ?  but honestly, they’re really not a natural at it. 

she loves doing her nails herself, including cute and intricate nail designs 

when they were 19 and at a party they got a tiny tattoo of an octopus done on the left side of her hip

#↪ 𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒚 ━ about. #2000s.intro #this got longer than expected ??? sry to anyone reading rip #but pls still love my bby !!

[unseelie-grimalkin]

OK I do not mean to interrupt your amazing Flannán posting but one of your tags mentioned orphaned Keagan and I am SNATCHED?! Would you mind elaborating 👀 (P.S. thank you for the Flan content, you are doing the Dagda's work 🙏)

Thank you! Flannán mac Lugh lives in my head, paying rent with serotonin, so there will be more Flan-posting (also I sincerely love the Dagda and have before I got into this game. The Dagda is gender goals)

So like. Here is the short, light version of what I call the Keagan Conspiracy Board (I have conspiracy boards for all the ROs in my head, Flannán is simply the one I have actually written and able to share)

To me, Keagan is an orphaned street kid. His biological parents are a non-factor in his life: they caused him to happen and then, for whatever reason you wish to supply, they’re not there. He lived his childhood on the streets, relying on himself and connections made with other street rats. This is a lot of where his charisma and his quick wit is born, to me, because he shows this specific kind of intelligence that you get when you’re worrying about survival day to day. He’s good at reading specific details and gutting people for them, because to most people those details are just normal every day life, but to him, he’s had those details be life and death. This is why he’s particularly sensitive and observant of staff members and treating them well: he had an urchin’s eye view to see them from the bottom up and he can use that well now that he is working from the top down.

Also if he was noble-born, Aífe would have known they grew up in the same area, because her life being groomed as the princess’s handmaiden would have required her to know every single eligible bachelor/bachelorette of the nobility. That’s like. Nobility Fluff 101, to me. And she didn’t know him until he quite literally snuck up on her during Events of Their Past. Keagan would also flex his noble heritage if he had any, because he is a smug cat-peacock griffon. He is what I like to call Pragmatic Smug (which sounds like an alignment, I know): he can and will brag if it serves a purpose (even if that purpose doesn’t seem obvious to you, he knows the purpose and that’s enough for him). The perfect opportunity to do so presented itself with the Seelie courtiers at the end of his chapter in the demo, but he doesn’t make that flex, instead defaulting to their mutual relationship with Aífe in a professional sense and vaguely (but cheerfully) implying they might be trying to kill her and He Knows Things About That. He knows the dirty secrets, he is a happy pig rolling through the mud of secrets (as much as he would DESPISE my use of that metaphor).

The way he flexes wealth at the MC in the demo (and it is at MC, not Daonna, like. I think it would be folly to believe Keagan’s front that he thinks MC is Daonna. He knows MC isn’t Daonna. He alludes to such in the tailor shop if you get sassy with him [the exact line eludes me, but the spirit of it being “you seem to have grown a sense of humor during your expedition, Daonna”]). So he sees MC, a starving peasant who looks exactly like Daonna and he’s intellectually attached to this combination sad meow meow and puzzle box because like. How does Daonna have someone who looks exactly like them? Local Keagans, addicted to secrets and the understanding thereof, are dying to know. So, I think he uses what he remembers of his history as a street kid to play to MC’s potential weaknesses: unlike Flannán, he doesn’t openly acknowledge MC starving and remark on what that must mean (and he must know what that means), but he does something nice for them: he gets them new clothes. He specifically gets MC beautiful clothes (ones he must know are beyond MC’s budget just from the rags MC wears coming in, even if MC picks the simple tunic and trousers) because I think he knows from a deeply personal place how much clothes help someone in poverty. He wants MC to turn to him and trust him, I think largely because he’s intellectually invested in the mystery of it all, and he can’t solve the mystery of MC doesn’t return to him and open up. He’s presenting himself as someone who subtly understands poverty to be their generous benefactor, if for nothing else than to have answers. Because like. This is his ONLY lead on Daonna now. This weird Daonna-look-alike. He’s gonna figure this the fuck out, by all that’s above and below, because this is what he does.

And he got good at it by growing up on the streets. Because you get really good at reading people when you have to rely on people acting a certain way so you can pickpocket them for a meal that day.

#keagan máistirúin #ndm keagan #na daoine maithe #the other thing that I’m not gonna go into full detail about yet because Laura will scream if I don’t polish this thought #is that I think his wisp is the spirit dead childhood friend from the streets #I need to research the folklore and polish the thought more but that’s the general gist of it

[onthesandsofdreams]

You Are My Home [8/?]

Pairing: SanSan Rating: T Summary: “I want a pet.” Words: 971 Notes: Modern Setting.

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Sandor walked back to the bedroom from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, Sansa had already climbed onto bed, back resting against pillows as she read. But she stopped when she saw him and put her book down for a bit.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“Oh-oh,” Sandor teased Sansa, his lips curling upwards as he dodged the pillow she tossed at him. He slipped into his pants and opted for going shirtless to bed. “Peace, what is that you were thinking?”

Sansa beamed at him, “Well, since we bought a house with both front and backyard, I was thinking that… I want a pet.”

“You want a pet, eh?” He said as he climbed into bed with Sansa. “You know, that’s actually not a bad idea, we could give the shelters a look and see what we find. We have the space.”

“Yes!” Sansa launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his middle. “Because I’ve looking at the local places on the web, and I found one spot that’s close that have cute young dogs.” She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Or maybe one that’s older too, it doesn’t have to be a puppy.”

He placed his hands over Sansa’s. “I agree. But I thought you’d want a cat.” He arched a brow at her. “You know, when we met, you struck me as a cat person.”

Sansa chuckled, resting her chin on his shoulder, “Are you calling me a cat lady, Mister Clegane?”

He could hear the humor on her voice, so he chuckled too. “Not a crazy one, but I did think you’d be a cat lady.”

“Well, you are wrong,” Sansa sing-sang. “Since I was a child, we’ve always had dogs. I didn’t have one when we met because, well, it seemed unfair to have one in the apartment, and nothing against the small breeds, but I most certainly prefer larger dogs.”

“That’s nice.” His voice sounded quiet, even to his own ears. “I never had pets growing up. I think it was for the best.”

Sansa didn’t say anything, but instead kissed his cheek and squeezed him as strong as she could. “Let’s go to bed, we can talk tomorrow.”

He gave her a jerky nod, reluctant as he was to let her go, he was tired and he didn’t want to linger in thinking of his childhood. He could read a bit, that should distract him a bit.

**

The next morning, he woke feeling quite grumpy. He had not slept well, he had spend the night tossing and turning, and now, he woke alone in the bed. He groaned, thankful that it was Saturday and neither worked. Tossing the covers off, he sat and twisted to place his feet on his slippers.

He stretched, stood and began making his way to the kitchen where he knew he could find Sansa. She usually woke, made a pot of coffee and then sat at the table reviewing things from the house that they might need. It was no different this time, he found Sansa looking over some bills. “I’d kill for some coffee… literally.”

Sansa chuckled. “I’d be worried if I didn’t know your strange sense of humor. There’s coffee on the pot.”

“Thank you, Little bird.” He grabbed a large mug and served himself a lot, forgoing sugar and milk, he needed the caffeine today. “About yesterday, think we could go to the shelter and see dogs?” He needed  something to lift his spirit, and even if they didn’t found the right dog, the animals themselves would make him feel better.

“Yes, if you want to. They open at nine… so they should be opened now. We could go after breakfast,” Sansa said, set aside the bills and stood. “Want me to make you breakfast?”

He shook his head, “I’ll make myself a sandwich.”

“I’ll go and get ready then.”

“Sounds like a plan,” He said as he placed his coffee at the table and made his way to the fridge. It was a good thing they always had the ham he liked. “Go right ahead.”

“Okay.”

He watched Sansa go, and made his sandwich, eating slowly and simply enjoying his food and coffee. The caffeine kicking him awake was a blessing. When he was finished, he went to change, no doubt Sansa would already have the info on the rescue ready. He changed quickly.

“Ready?”

“Let’s go!” Sansa beamed and climbed on the car. “Let’s go and see the doggies!”

He couldn’t help the smile that came to his face.

**

The shelter was large and they had the chance to simply go and look at the dogs. Near the end, Sansa cooed and rushed forward, he followed. What had called his wife’s attention was a husky pup… and his attention was grabbed by a large black lab on the next cage.

“Oh, Sandor look, isn’t this one perfect?”

He looked at Sansa and she was crouching low and petting the puppy as much as she could. The puppy was happy to let Sansa give him affection and he was returning it. “Look at the black lab, the boy is calling me.”

Sansa turned to look at the one he’d pointed. “Oh he’s adorable too!”

He walked towards the cage and began petting the black lab. “He is, he’s a handsome boy.”

“I’m in love with them.”

That stopped him and he turned to look at Sansa… “Them?”

Sansa gave him a sheepish look, nodding slowly. “Them”

He began to think, two dogs could be quite the work, but he knew that Sansa and himself were responsible enough to handle the work. They also had the space for them and having two dogs could be a good way to exercise. He gave Sansa a grin, “So, Lady and Stranger… well, I guess we’re taking them.”

Sansa whopped.

#sansan #sansa x sandor #sansa stark #sandor clegane #asoiaf #asoiaf fic #au: modern westeros #established relationship

[barlowdodson04]

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[moonlight26posts-blog]

In Baltimore City, MD: Adorably smiley and sweet 'Phoebe Bridgers' is ready to steal your heart and your couch! - BARCS, Baltimore MD

- Rescue Needed -

Phoebe Bridgers- 5 years, altered female, 46lbs

5-year-old Phoebe Bridgers is such a sweetheart and simply just a happy girl. Despite winding up a the shelter due to no fault of her own, Phoebe's spirit remains high and optimistic. This smiley lady is up for any adventure as long as she has a friend by her side, human or four-legged. Phoebe loves to go for walks outside, practice her 'sit', and snuggle up close to the ones she loves. She's even a fashion superstar and doesn't mind one bit dressing up and modeling for the cameras- just look at those cover worthy photos!

When tested off-leash in the shelter's play yard, Phoebe was loose, playful, and polite with other gentle pals. She at times preferred to just calmly coexist and hang out with the handlers nearby, but one thing is certain- she's a social, loving gal.

Upon examination, our vets noted that Phoebe, aside from some skin issues and alopecia, appeared generally pretty healthy. Unfortunately, two masses were discovered during spay that weren't originally noted, one on the left side of her neck and the other a mammary mass. Cytology of the neck mass turned out to be a mast cell tumor, so surgery and biopsy are recommended for both. In the meantime, she has been started on diphenhydramine (an antihistamine, such as Benadryl), and full medical summary can be provided upon request.

Phoebe Bridgers is ready to steal your heart, your couch, and is available immediately for rescue pick-up!

Please let us know if your organization can help!

Thank you,

The BARCS Rescue Team

Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS) ​New Address! 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225 [email protected]| [phone]

Rescue pick-up hours: Monday-Friday: 10:30 a.m.-6:30 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 8:30 a.m.-4:30 p.m

Adoption hours: Monday-Friday: 2 p.m.-6 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 11 a.m.-4 p.m.

**If you would like to foster Phoebe Bridgers, we can contact local rescues to ask for help, please email [email protected] (we are only a volunteer group that tries to help rescues help the dogs/cats of MD)

#dog rescue maryland #dog rescue #dog rescue baltimore maryland #pets #barcs baltimore

[tonopahfallshq]

Name: Avalynn 'Ava' MacNally Age: 31 Occupation: Owner of Avalon Marketing Time living in Tonopah: Native Neighborhood: Downtown Gang Affiliation: Sons of Silence Hangaround Face Claim: Phoebe Tonkin

Biography: 

The youngest daughter of Dean and Allison MacNally, Avalynn was a handful from the moment she was born. Not in the sense that she was trouble, but so full of life and energy that it was almost exhausting. Growing up her hobbies included singing, dancing, annoying her siblings and anything that could’ve resulted in broken bones or giving her parents a heart attack. She was adventurous, outgoing, smart and hugely popular. A free spirit is how most would choose to describe her, though some would say reckless.

It was the same throughout high school, though she managed to channel a lot of her energy into extracurricular activities — cheerleading, yearbook, homecoming committee. Her attendance might have been spotty, but she put in the effort when she did show up. After graduation she stayed local for college, choosing to study marketing. When she was twenty-one, her parents relocated to Eureka to help out with the family diner but Ava stuck around in order to finish her degree. Once she graduated from college, she spent a couple of years going back and forth — a few months in Eureka, and then back to Tonopah to stay with Riley. This kickstarted her freelancing as a marketing specialist, working from home and on the road as she travelled. 

Ava finally decided to just settle in Tonopah five years ago, crashing with Riley for a while until she’d saved up for her own apartment downtown. It wasn’t long before she’d started her own marketing agency — a small group of people in the same field who all work from home, allowing them to expand their services further afield. Avalon Marketing quickly became a success, and while she’s still passionate about the marketing side, she now takes more of a backseat and focuses on simply running the business. 

After Dean’s death, it didn’t take long for Ava to pack her things and get out of town — heading straight for Eureka to make sure that her mother was okay. Of course she wasn’t, and although she didn’t want to leave Ally, she just couldn’t cope with seeing her so upset all the time. So once again, she packed her bags and took herself off on a road trip. She still spoke to her family daily, but it was much easier for her to do so from a distance. With the new year now in full swing, she’s finally returned to town in the hopes that she can put the last couple of months behind her and just get on with her life. Though how long that will last is anybody’s guess.

Headcannons:

Ava’s apartment is full of houseplants, though most of them are now probably dead after abandoning them

She has a cat called Winnie, who stayed with Ally while she was gone — she’s probably happier to be back home than Ava is

Life of the party. Always the first up on karaoke and will dance til her feet are numb

Could not care less about what anyone thinks of her, breezes through life like it’s her god given right to do whatever (and whoever) she wants. Which it is.

Very much running away from her grief, and will keep doing so as long as she can. No time for tears

Will kick your ass without hesitation

Forever living like she’s in Coyote Ugly

#avalynn macnally. #sons of silence. #female. #tfhq.characters

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Happy Oct. 1 and the start of Halloween! Please enjoy this spooky inspired Nessian fic! :) 

It had been an accident. A complete and absolute accident. Cassian had agreed to host a mini Halloween party at his loft apartment. They would order food in, play some drinking games, maybe binge some horror movies. It was going to be fun, and Cassian simply wanted his place to look the part. So he had bought those fake spiderwebs and hung them from the lamps and across the curtains. He bought some fake skulls and plastic pumpkins to set about the living room and kitchen. 

And he simply thought it would be funny to draw a pentagram on the floor. It looked just like in those cheesy Halloween movies, and he knew Azriel would get a kick out of it. He even set some candles around it to really make it look the part, and he couldn't help but put on his best 'spooky' voice as he said some words he'd read in one of Rhys' musty books in his library, some language he'd never heard of but sounded cool. He didn't think anything of it. 

And that's how Cassian ends up with a woman standing in the middle of his apartment. 

Cassian has no idea who she is, but he can’t deny that she is breathtakingly gorgeous. Her golden brown hair is braided up into an intricate crown, a few wisps of hair falling against her temples and framing her face. It brings out the cut lines of her cheekbones. She’s wearing a form fitting dress, the black fabric hugging her curves and arms before it flows into a deep blue at her feet. But Cassian’s eyes get stuck on her eyes, as dark as night as they pierce into Cassian’s own. 

"I am the Goddess of Death, Princess of Decay,” the woman says, her voice seeming to boom and echo in Cassian’s apartment. “Who are you who commands me?"

"How did you get in here?"

The question seems to give the woman pause, and she blinks at Cassian for a few seconds. Cassian watches as her head tilts slightly, her eyebrows pinching. 

"Excuse me?" the woman asks. 

"I mean my front door is locked so I'm just confused how you got in here."

"You summoned me."

"I summoned you…?" 

Cassian takes in where the woman is standing, right in the middle of the pentagram, her too dark eyes, and the way power seems to radiate off her in a way that rumbles in his own bones. Finally, his brain catches on. 

"You're a demon." 

The woman crosses her arms, her weight settling on her left leg. She raises her eyebrows at Cassian, her face cold and unimpressed. It pretty clearly reads ‘no shit.’ 

“I summoned a demon?” 

“Are you asking me?” 

“I summoned a demon,” Cassian mutters, mostly to himself. 

“What are you expecting? Congratulations?” the demon-woman quips. “Look, just tell me what you want.” 

“About that…'' Cassian starts, clearing his throat awkwardly and rubbing his hand against the back of his neck. “I actually didn’t mean to summon you. It was an accident.” 

“Is this a joke?”

“Unfortunately not. But I don’t need anything from you, so I guess you can just go back to wherever it is demons live.” 

“That’s not how it works. I’m tied to you until you banish me.” 

“And how do I do that?” 

“You don’t know how to banish me?” 

“I just told you I summoned you by accident. I’m not even sure how I did that.” 

The demon-woman closes her eyes and lets out a long sigh through her nose like she’s trying to stay calm. Cassian can’t help but wonder what would happen if she doesn’t stay calm. Would she attack him like demons in movies? Are the representations of demons in movies accurate? Would it be rude to ask her? After a moment, the demon-woman takes a deep breath and smooths back her hair before settling her eyes back on Cassian. 

“So, let me get this straight,” the demon-woman says. “You summoned me by accident, you don’t actually have any biddings for me to do, and you don’t know how to banish me.” 

 “Yes,” Cassian replies, chuckling sheepishly. 

“Great,” the demon-woman mutters. “I was summoned by an idiot.” 

“But I can Google it,” Cassian promises. 

It turns out, Google isn’t that helpful when it comes to actual demons. Cassian tries various different searches, but all that he’s able to come up with is a bunch of television and movie references, a Buzzfeed article comparing different celebs to demons, and a weird article about making deals with the devil. Luckily, he is able to find a local witchy shop that’s only three blocks down from his apartment. Unfortunately, they’re closed and don’t open until the next morning, so he and demon-woman are stuck together for the time being. 

He had moved to the sofa when he started his Google deep dive, and the demon-woman had stepped gracefully out of the pentagram to sit on the opposite end. She hasn’t said anything since their initial talk when she appeared, and Cassian can’t help but steal glances her way out of the corner of his eye. She looks like a queen the way she’s perched on the cream colored sofa cushion. 

“So,” Cassian drawls into the silence. “Do demons eat? I can order pizza.” 

The demon-woman turns to him, one eyebrow poised. The look sends a shiver down his spine. He's not entirely sure it's out of fear. 

As it turns out, demons do in fact eat, as Cassian learns. He also learns that this particular demon prefers her pizza topped with veggies and that her name is Nesta. 

“Have you always been a demon?” Cassian asks, taking a bite of his pizza slice. 

“Seriously?”

“You’re the first demon I’ve ever met. You can’t blame me for being curious, sweetheart.” 

Nesta’s eyes snap to his, a scowl pinched across her lips. The expression pulls a smile across Cassian’s own face, which only makes Nesta’s eyes narrow more. Cassian’s fingers itch to reach out and smooth the lines between her eyebrows. The desire is so sudden that Cassian busies himself with grabbing another slice of pizza out of the box to distract himself. 

“First of all, don’t ever call me sweetheart again,” Nesta starts. “And to answer your question, no. I haven’t always been a demon.” 

“Then how did you become a demon?” 

“I made a deal.” 

“Was it worth it?” 

Something passes over Nesta’s face then, like ghostly fingers leaving a haunting trail against her skin. Her spine straightens like steel, and when her eyes meet Cassian’s again, there’s a guardedness to her expression that speaks volumes yet leaves Cassian with even more questions. 

“Most days,” Nesta replies simply. 

~ * * * ~

The witchy shop is decidedly less spooky than Cassian had envisioned, but perhaps that’s just his biases and what movies taught him coming into play. He expects cobwebs and weird animal parts in slimy jars, and maybe a black cat that screeches at him when he steps inside. Instead, there’s an aisle dedicated to herbs and another dedicated to crystals. He squints at the black scrawled writing of the placards declaring what each crystal is for. He supposes it would be a bit too easy if one just said ‘banishing demons.’ 

Nesta sighs loudly from over his shoulder when he picks up a candle to smell. When he glances her way, her arms are crossed and that scowl from before is back plastered across her face. Slowly, he turns back around and sets the candle back down on the shelf. 

“Do you mind?” Nesta quips. 

“Alright, alright,” Cassian acquiesces, keeping his voice down to avoid attention. Another thing he learnt last night was that only he could see and hear Nesta.

He heads for the counter of the shop where a young woman is arranging jewelry in the display case. As he approaches, the woman looks up and offers him a friendly smile. Cassian tries to offer one back, but he’s sure it must look more like a grimace. Once at the counter, Cassian clears his throat, shoving nervous fingers through his tangle of hair. 

“Hello,” Cassian starts awkwardly. “This is probably a weird question, but you wouldn’t happen to know how to banish a demon, would you?” 

“Do you have a demon problem?” the shop worker asks. 

“Something like that.” 

“Well, is the demon powerful?” 

Cassian looks over his shoulder to Nesta, raising a questioning eyebrow at her. In response, she merely smiles. It’s all teeth and the exact opposite of innocent. It stirs something deep in his gut. 

“Very,” Nesta bites out.

Cassian turns back to the shop worker. “Very.” 

“Wait,” the shop worker replies. “The demon, is he here?” 

“She,” Cassian corrects. “And yes.” 

“But how did she get past my wards?” 

Cassian’s gaze follows the shop worker’s own, to the silver trinkets that twist and clink together softly above the shop’s door. He can hear Nesta’s scoff at the suggestion, and he doesn’t need to be looking at her to know that she’s rolling her eyes. 

“It would seem they don’t work,” Cassian offers sheepishly. 

The shop worker gapes for just a moment before she turns on her heel, pushing past the beads hanging over the doorway to the backroom. When she returns, she has a box of crystals that she sets down on the counter, a bundle of herbs labeled ‘sage’ and a folded up piece of paper nestled on top. 

“You’ll need to draw a circle and set these crystals around it,” the shop worker explains. “Make sure you charge the crystals under the full moon and don’t wait. Do it the next day. That’s when they’ll be the most powerful. Burn the sage to cleanse and say this incantation, and you should be free of your demon.” 

“Great,” Cassian exclaims, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. “I’ll take it.” 

After paying and gathering his items, they head out of the shop. Cassian feels lighter already. They have a plan. Plus, the fall weather today is gorgeous and that always helps to lift his spirits, the cool breeze and canopy of yellow and reds above their heads. It definitely helps that fall and Nesta look amazing together, the golden rays of the sun bouncing off her hair. Cassian can’t help but offer her an easy grin as they walk side by side. 

“See? That was super easy. We’ll have you banished before you know it.” 

“And when’s the next full moon?” Nesta asks dryly. 

Cassian startles slightly at the question. He shifts the weight of the things he just bought to one arm and digs his phone out of his pocket with the other. A quick Google later, and Cassian takes in the date glaring back at him on the small screen with a frown. When he looks back up at Nesta, she’s staring back at him unimpressed, clearly already knowing the answer. With a roll of her eyes and what sounds to Cassian like a muttered ‘idiot,’ she takes off ahead him back toward his apartment. 

It’s going to be a long two and half weeks. 

-- 

And Cassian simps the whole time for those two and a half weeks. And there’s feelings. And Cassian makes a deal of his own to save Nesta’s soul. And they live happily ever after. 

#my fic #acotar #nessian #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron #cassian

[shinonometrash]

Jasper Lane’s Main Story: English vs Japanese version, full summary, comparisons & thoughts. Part 1 of 3. (TW: rape, sexual assault, drugging)

So! Jasper’s route has finally been released in English as of August 31st, 2021. It seems that Voltage is following the same release order for consorts and events as how items were released in the Japanese version. I spent wayyy too much money to binge the entire route in a day...and get all the premium content...(honestly the hardest part about binging a route isn’t the love passes, it’s getting all the spirit points. Ugh.) I took note of a lot of different things in this and wanted to make a post going over all this information. Sorry this post took me so long to make, I had to go back and reread a lot of Jasper’s story in Japanese to refresh my memory as well as make sure I didn’t miss any big details since I had read it first back in May, and my Japanese has improved a lot (I think) since then. It was unfortunate and I didn’t really want to, lol. But! Now it’s his birthday (9/11)! I get to post this on his birthday! Happy birthday, asshole! This post is why you and your route suck! I’m probably only going to be able to post this first part today though, because honestly this post is taking much more time than I expected.

The biggest thing is going to be that 

Jasper’s English (Court of Darkness) route does NOT contain any major triggering content. You’ll probably still want to punch him, though.

So, if you’re looking to find out about that, there you go. Anyways.

I’ve broken this into four posts, three that contain summaries of each chapter, regardless of changes, and one that only contains the changes. 

(As of the date of posting, 9/11/2021, I have not completed all the posts yet. Please check back later and I will add the links to the rest of  them as they are posted.)

This post is part one including the summaries. Part two in currently progress. Part three in currently progress. Post with ONLY comparisons and thoughts currently in progress. 

Since I had contacted Voltage about the triggering content in Jasper’s route (and made a very lengthy Tumblr post about it) and they told me they prefer to remove potentially triggering content from stories in the localization process, rather than simply adding trigger warnings, I was more or less expecting this. Although...I didn’t really expect it to be to this extent, nor did I realize how I was actually going to feel about it...! Of course, the CoD did a fabulous job with the content they were given and what they were told to do, as always, and I completely understand why they changed what they did. Like. Seriously. They did the best they could do with the absolute mess of a route they were given. But, like, the route was an absolute mess to begin with. So there’s only so much that can be done to fix it...💀 Anyways, please know that any of my complaining is not directed at the CoD team because they’re wonderful!! Support them by buying in game content if you’re able to!! They recently released a special VIP pack that’s honestly an AMAZING deal. This is just a criticism of the route itself and my thoughts on it, not on the CoD team.

Now, onto the main point of the post...the English and Japanese versions of this route are very different. 

Warning: This post contains major spoilers about Jasper’s main story as well as potentially triggering content including but not limited to rape, sexual assault, and drugging.

In addition, I am not including any CGs in this post as I’m not trying to break Voltage’s policy.

Please click under the read more to continue.

Okay, so first off this is probably going to sound incredibly self centered of me, but I sort of get the feeling that my post about his Japanese route had some sort of influence on the changes in his route...? Not sure how big of tabs Voltage keeps on Tumblr...but it seems like nearly all of the main points I was specifically really mad about got changed--and I’m sure they must have definitely seen my post...? Also, this too probably sounds silly, but I was kinda happy reading some of the dialogue that was nearly the same as the way I had translated it. Part of me was still afraid that I had no idea what I was talking about and just looked stupid writing a long post with misinterpretations of lines💀

Pre-notes: 1. For those who named their cat something else, Robin = MC’s cat.  2. In the direct quotes, anytime you see “---” it’s just me cutting out a part in the dialogue that I deem unnecessary for comparison purposes. 3. I bolded whether there’s differences in the chapters or not in each chapter summary, in case you only want to read the summaries for the chapters with the differences. It’s pretty much going to be the same as reading my other post, then, but I explain more of the chapter here, usually.

Chapter 1-3

Literally so dull. Nothing really of note. Pretty much the same between the English and Japanese. Jasper asks about her hands and she’s like “omg he’s so nice he was worried about my hands!!”, she meets Sherry and they become friends, the headmaster tells her she has to learn magic if she wants a chance at going back home. They go to the runes and learn about the history of Saligia. Guy grabs her again, she escapes.

Chapter 4

It starts to get a little bit more interesting here. Overall, nothing seems too different between the two stories yet. Jasper invites her to the rooftop for a tea party. Jasper is desperately trying to get MC to interact (in a positive manner) with Guy, she asks Jasper to have tea with her instead. Sherry and Rio mention a ball. Toa and Guy get into a glaring match. Toa leaves. You know, the usual. Jasper whispers something in Guy’s ear and they leave, and everybody follows them because...you know. They discover that Guy’s room has been trashed. Toa walks in and asks what’s going on, and then falls silent when he sees Guy’s room. Guy is like “Toa, you left before me, did you not?” and Toa is like “What are you trying to imply?” then they glare at each other until Lynt is like “Are you trying to say that Toa is the culprit? He would never.” Fenn agrees. Roy says they should investigate, and Toa says he will also investigate, since he is the dorm prefect after all. Afterwards, Jasper asks Guy if he thinks Toa did it, Guy says “No, Qelsum isn’t that stupid.” Guy says they need information. He sends Jasper out to investigate, tells Jasper to be sure not to be seen. Fenn, Violet, and MC go out for food or something, and MC runs into Sirius, literally. Fenn is like “what are you doing?” and MC says she ran into somebody but turns around and there’s nobody there. I guess it’s trying to imply that Jasper is stealthy and can hide away into the night or something?? But then that’s it.

Chapter 5-6

No overall noticeable changes. It’s time for the ball! Sherry lends MC a dress and they head to the ball. She sees Jasper in the hallway closely inspecting wine, without Guy. She calls his name and he startles. He tells her he’s selecting a wine for Guy because Guy is very selective and will not consume anything that Jasper has not prepared. Jasper essentially says that Guy is his reason for living. Then they go into the dance hall. And Guy is all like “why did you come in together?” then they say they ran into each other by chance. Guy goes to take a sip of the wine, looks  startled, and then ends up spitting it out into a handkerchief. He claims he choked on the wine. She finds Jasper in the hallway again, looking at the wine, and calls out. Again, he startles. She wonders why. She tries to ask, but then he dodges the question by telling MC that the dress looks good on her. He invites her to dance and says he’ll teach her. They head back to the ballroom, she asks him some various questions and they all basically end with him saying that he serves Guy or whatever, and she’s thinking all like “work, again...?”. Jasper then tries to make her dance with Guy instead of himself, and when she says she’s going to leave he grabs her arm. There’s a few choices you can make, but one of them is “Please let go of me.” And then! And then! This man literally looks at her and asks “Why?” Yikes!! And she asks why he’s asking why, and he says he doesn’t want her to go, so she agrees to stay a little longer. (Mistake #1) Then he shoves her off onto Guy again. After dancing with Guy she goes out to the balcony and runs into Aquia, and Aquia pricks his finger and it starts bleeding. She tries to look at it and it somehow brushes her lips and at that moment Guy and Jasper come out and ask what’s going on. Aquia apologizes (he did nothing wrong!! >:(  ) They then discover that Aquia’s wound has magically healed somehow. Then here’s the scene with  Guy: “That girl, I want to know everything about her.” Jasper: “Oh my, have you fallen in love?” Guy: “Something like that” Jasper: “Congratulations! We must celebrate this wonderful occasion!” Guy: “That’s enough now. Investigate that woman’s power.”

Chapter 7

No major changes between versions. But...Ughhhhhhhh. We’re gonna meet Sirius in this chapter. But first some humor. They go to the S rank lounge, I believe after the ball. Jasper offers to make coffee. Literally ALL the valets suddenly RUSH to Jasper’s side to ask him to teach them how to brew coffee. So there sitting in the S rank lounge with Jasper brewing coffee while all the other valets are like 👀👀👀👀 lmaoooo. Aight and so the humorous part ends there, sorry! That’s it! Now we must move on.  Fenn says he wants to go out drinking and asks Jasper if he’d like to join, Jasper declines saying he has other matters to attend to. We learn that Hawke, Jasper, and Lance are all drinking buddies. MC is all like “oh thank god, that means he does get time off!” -_- So then Toa laughs and comments how close Jasper and MC are, and is like “wow imagine using your valet for something like that” and then tells her that she’ll be a tool for Avari if she sticks with them, and that it’s not too late to switch to Qelsum’s side instead. (She does not switch. Mistake #2. Arguably her biggest mistake in this entire route, if you ask me.) Guy interjects and tells Toa that MC is his, and Toa is like “lmaooo then why does she seem closer with your valet than you?” and then they glare at each other. MC gets annoyed and leaves. Jasper asks where she’s going. She says she’s going back to her room to see Robin. For some reason, Jasper seems disappointed about this? Afterwards, she goes to her room for a bit but then decides to go explore the town with Robin. Uh oh! Robin goes missing.

She starts looking for Robin and runs into this sketch looking dude. He asks her where’s she’s going, she says she’s looking for her cat. He’s like “oh that flying thing?” and she’s like “Yeah!” and then is like “could you just tell me which way he was headed? I can get there myself.” but the guy insists that she should follow him instead, because the streets are dangerous and she might run into dangerous men. The man is then like “I’m Sirius.” (which, when I first read the Japanese, I thought he was saying “I’m serious” lmaoo) and then he frickin grabs her hand and drags her off!!! Yikes! 

Chapter 8, 1st Interlude, and Chapter 9 

Okay so we’ve got the most significant changes in these chapters. Like. A LOT. This is what the majority of my previous post focused on: the drugging, sexual assault, and morning after.  They basically did their best to make this consensual. It went very similar to what I had predicted, although played up a bit more cringe-y than I had expected...or maybe I just hadn’t thought about how cringe-y it would be. There’s literally so many changes that it’d be a bit of a pain to summarize all of them between the versions, I’m just going to put the actual dialogue/stuff from the stories for a lot of this so you can see the differences more directly. (The Japanese will be roughly translated by me, of course.)

Chapter 8

So Sirius starts walking and walking and walking and she asks where they’re going but he keeps insisting it’ll only be just a little longer or that it’s a shortcut and stuff. Ughhhhh...Then she’s like. This man clearly has no idea what he’s doing, I’m going to run away after all. But then he suddenly tells her they’re going to take a “break”. He drags her into the bar before she can protest or try to run. She tries to say no to a drink, but then he asks if she does drink and she’s like “well I do, but...” and you start seeing the differences here. In English she makes a comment of “Ugh, if only he wasn’t so charming.” Sirius further insists only one drink, even though MC tries to say she needs to go find Robin. He then just straight up orders drinks for them, despite her protesting. She then agrees, and then mentally apologizes to Robin. (Mistake #3) And we start seeing the biggest differences about right here...

For this chapter, let’s play a guessing game on which one is the Japanese version and which one is the English version, shall we? :)

Away from the table, Sirius plants a palm on the counter. Two of the usual are set out before him, bubbles frothing over the top. Sirius glances back and finds MC staring at the patterns in the wood grain. Sirius: Much obliged. Tavern Keeper: Mm-hmm. Scooping up the fizzing, popping tumblers, he tosses a wink at the tavern keeper. Then, he strolls back to spend time with his new friend. - Away from the table, Sirius plants a palm on the counter. Immediately two of the usual shot glasses are set out in front of him. Just to make sure, he looks back at MC, who is staring at the table. Sirius: Ah, thanks. Tavern Keeper: Mhm. Sirius skillfully drops the tablet he had hidden between his fingers into the shot glass of the opposite hand. Then, feigning a nonchalant look, he returns back to the table.

Did you guess which one was which in this part? :) And yes, my friends. In the fucking CANON MAIN ROUTE, it deadass has a line saying that our love interest puts a drug in our drinks. And yet...the Japanese fans still love him! Ugh. Also, that “skillfully” bit really concerns me. That kinda implies that he’s done it multiple times before, does it not??? Honestly I’m not really sure why it says it was a shot glass in the Japanese, though. I thought they were drinking like cocktails, not taking a shot. Maybe that’s why they changed that bit...? Now the stories are the same again for a tiny bit. Some time has passed that they’ve been in the bar/tavern and MC chugs her drink and slams it down on the table. She seems drunk. She’s rambling about Guy and Jasper. Like “I’m not an object!!” “and he’s like “Yes, yes, you aren’t an object.” then like “Who goes around saying stuff like “you are mine” and “give me your power”?? Like seriously! Who says that sort of stuff! It’s so messed up!” and he just listens along, amused. He then says that it’s good to drink sometimes, and she agrees, and then he asks what she wants to do. She notes how she’s only had one drink, yet her head feels a bit fuzzy already, and how it made her very talkative. She says she wants to go home. She reveals that her family died, and that she has a hair clip in her hair from her mom that’s very important to her. She mentions how there are still good people in this world, though.  Sirius tries to order her another drink, and here’s where stuff deviates again.

Sirius: Another of the same, if you please. MC: What, no! I’m fine MC: So hey, you’ve been fantastic company but I really need to go find Robin. (Man I got way too into that conversation.) (Robin must be out there looking for me.) MC: Thanks for the drink, though. You’re a really good listener. And also...really, really pretty. MC: It’s been great meeting you. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime? MC: Like...when I’m not looking for my cat. That’d be...nice.” (I have no filter. No filter whatsoever.) MC: Right, so...Bye... He stands up right as I do. The rickety old table wobbles between us and I pitch into his arms. Sirius: Steady on. Sirius: I might almost think you’ve fallen for me. (Fallen for him? But I’ve only just met the man.) Sirius holds me steady as I smile up at him, feeling silly but bold. He’s even more handsome up close. MC: Like I said, very attractive but...gotta go. Sirius: Hold fast. MC: Haha. Did you just pick me up?! Sirius hefts me into his arms like I weigh nothing, and for a moment I feel like I’m being carried off into the sunset. An electrifying thrill runs through me as I sway against him, adn then I realize we’re moving. MC: Where are we going? Sirius: ... MC: The look he gives me then makes my eyebrows shoot up. I nod and let him carry on. (English version, Mistake #4) When I next open my eyes, I’m being placed down on something fluffy. (I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. I should leave well enough alone but there’s something about him...) I peer at the unfamiliar ceiling overhead while Sirius stares down in my eyes. Sirius: No need to hurry. Sirius: The night’s just begun, after all. (Wait a second, aren’t you...?) The seductive smile on his face comes closer. For a split second he reminds me of someone, but it must be my imagination. - Sirius: Bartender, another of the same. MC: Ah, no, I’m good! MC: I really need to go find Robin. (Yikes, I got totally absorbed in that conversation.) (Surely Robin is looking for me, too) MC: Thanks...for talking with me...and listening... MC: Thanks to that I’ll be sure to...remember this... MC: From now on, I’m going...to study...more seriously...for sure.... (Wha...I’m so dizzy...) MC: Sorry...I’m...leaving now... Sirius: Whoa, hold on. MC: Ah... Unsteady on my feet, Sirius picks me up and holds me in his arms. I feel swaying and I open my eyes slightly. I’m being carried somewhere. MC: Where...are we going...? Sirius: ... Strangely, it feels like the ceiling has gotten awfully high... The next thing I’m aware of when I open my eyes is being placed down on something fluffy. (Where am I...?) I gaze at the ceiling above me and Sirius looks into my eyes. Sirius: Let’s take it slowly. Sirius: The night has just begun, no? (Huh...?) Laughing mysteriously, the man’s face comes closer. For a second, I think he looks similar to someone. But it’s just my imagination, right...?

I’m sure you can guess which one is which. One is extremely alarming, the other is cringe. It’s clear they did the most they could to try and make it consensual between them, and ended up doing exactly what I thought with having her make several comments about how attractive he is and then add some playful flirting between them. 😖 Alright! Ready for the next part? 

1st Interlude

I just read the normal first interlude in Japanese before typing out this post and...god, I thought the premium interlude was bad. So, one more time, trigger warning for sexual assault. Damn I really don’t want to write this part, I’m so tired from writing the rest TT (I saved this for last, unfortunately.) I’m not translating all of these so I’ll do a mix of translating exact lines and summarization. In all the stories, first she calls out Jasper’s name at first, confused, and then Sirius looks shocked. And she’s like, how weird, why would I call him that...he’s clearly Sirius...and then they all start to deviate. ><

Normal Interlude

Japanese version (this is the worst one): MC: I’m sorry...I must’ve gotten drunk, sorry for the trouble... Sirius: So you’re apologizing in this situation. (This...situation...?) He kisses her. (Wha...I’m being...kissed...) I’m aware of it, but my body feels so heavy, I can’t resist it. With my arms pinned to the bed, I’m forced to accept the kiss. He says “what is this power?” and then she sees an aura flare up around him. She asks if it’s magic, and he says that it’s interesting, and then asks if it has to do with the length of time or the type of physical contact. -- Sirius: Is it only your lips, or...? His finger runs along my knee, tickling it. With his other hand, he skillfully slips his hand into my shirt. Sirius: No need to be alarmed. Sirius: I simply wish to confirm. (Confirm...?) Sirius: So soft and smooth, you feel nice to touch. Sirius: But, I don’t feel anything from just touching you... Sirius: Is it different depending on where I touch? The sensation of him stroking my skin falsely spreads through my whole body while his fingertips make their way down to my lower limbs. I move my shoulders to try to tell him “I don’t want you to touch me!”, but it doesn’t matter as his fingertips continue to try to uncover something. MC: St...stop it... Yelling out makes him stop--at least, that’s what I had thought. However,  the thing that stops him isn’t my voice. He removes his hand that was feeling around in my shirt and then starts to think about something. (Is he...searching for something...?) Sirius: ...so it can’t be transferred through the skin, hm. (W-what...?) It’s finally over--is what I thought, at least. This time, he drops kisses on my ears and collarbone. When he puts his hands on my thighs again, I want to run away immediately. (Why...? Why is this happening...?) MC: Is this...is this a dream...? Sirius: Yes. It’s a dream. So, goodnight. Sirius: You’re about to reach the limit, aren’t you? (Limit? What is he talking about?) Even if I wanted to think about it, my head is too fuzzy and I can’t think of anything. I don’t like it, but...what is it I don’t like? Surely it was something important, but I can’t remember. Before I could say “I’m sorry, I’m really sleepy” my consciousness blacks out. She passes out and Sirius says something about how interesting it is, and that he must report his findings to Guy.

English version: MC: Sorry, I can’t believe I called you by the wrong name. Sirius: Is this the time for apologies? (I guess not...?) He kisses her. (We’re kissing. I’m kissing Sirius...) He’s certainly attractive enough. I’m not attached to anyone here, and yet...Why is it that I keep thinking of Jasper? He says “what is this power?” and then she sees an aura flare up around him. She asks if it’s magic, and he says that it’s interesting, and then asks if it has to do with the length of time or the type of physical contact. -- Sirius: Is it only your lips, or...? His fingers walk along my knee, tickling me. I shiver and grin as he gives me a considering look, then slips his hand inside my shirt. -- Sirius: I only wish to see what you’re capable of. (Strangest bedroom talk ever.) Sirius: You’re exquisite. Soft, smooth, perfect to the touch... Sirius: But I seek other responses. Sirius: Tell me, is this where you want to be touched? He peers down at me expectantly, hands petting along my skin as if to encourage me to speak. I squeeze my thighs together, hoping he’ll continue without the need for words. He raises an eyebrow. MC: Sirius, I need... At first I think the sound of my voice has given him pause. Then I realize something else has happened. He tidies my open shirt a little and frowns thoughtfully. (What is he doing? What is it he’s looking for?) Sirius: Hm, no transfer from the skin. (Uh, what?) My mouth falls open. Has the moment been ruined somehow? If so, what’d I do? But then he plants tiny kisses over my ears, neck, and cheeks. His hands sweep over me once more, but far more soothingly. Still, I can’t get the image of Jasper out of my mind. (I can’t be doing this. It’s not fair to be thinking of one man when I’m with another. I need to sort my head out.) MC: Sirius, I can’t do this. I’m...I think I’m developing feelings for someone else, so it wouldn’t be fair to you to do this... Sirius: Well, well. There’s an unexpected turn. ...All right. We’ll think of this as nothing more than a passing dream. Sirius: This never happened then. Good night, MC. (Good night? But we’ve only just...) Suddenly I feel very drowsy. A second ago I wanted nothing more than a crazy, one-night romp with a man who has crystalline red eyes. Now I can’t think of anything but how comfortable this bed is. She passes out and Sirius says something about how interesting it is, and that he must report his findings to Guy. --

Yikes!!!!! I was so shocked when I read the normal interlude!! Especially the Japanese version!! Now for the other one...

Premium Interlude

Japanese version:

MC: I’m sorry...I must’ve gotten drunk, sorry for the trouble... Sirius: So you’re apologizing in this situation. (This...situation...?) His voice is close.  But besides that, I don’t understand the situation very well. Sirius: Is it hard to open your eyes? MC: Yes... Sirius: I’ll make you feel better right now. (Feel better...?) She sees him put in eyedrops. She tries to ask but her voice is really quiet and her throat is dry. MC: Excuse me, could...could I have some water?”  Sirius: I’ll give you some right now I felt something cold touch my lips and water poured down my throat. MC: ...nng (No...it’s something else. I’m...being kissed...) I understand that, but, but I feel too drowsy to be able to resist.  With my arms pinned to the bed, I’m forced to accept the kiss. He says “what is this power?” and then she sees an aura flare up around him. She asks if it’s magic, and he says that it’s interesting, and then asks if it has to do with the length of time or the type of physical contact. (What...this kiss...) It’s a kiss that makes me feel as if I’ll be swallowed by the torrent of pleasure. (I’ve never experienced something like this...) Sirius: Ha...ahh... MC: ...mm, Sirius... His lips pull away with a wet sound and I sigh. Sirius: It’s as I thought... MC: Stop...it...already... Sirius: Shhh... Sirius: Be quiet. I’m going to make you feel better. He wipes his finger along my wet lips and pushes it inside my mouth. My shoulders jump and I shiver and inhale sharply, feeling like I’m being bitten on the neck by Sirius. MC: Mnn... Sirius: Suck... He moves his finger around my mouth and I move my tongue as I’m told. Sirius: That’s it good girl... Sirius: ...so it can’t be transferred through the skin, hm. (What...is he talking about...?) Sirius: How about...here? He removes his finger from my mouth and strokes my knee. MC asks if it’s a dream, and the rest of the interlude ends the same way as the normal Japanese interlude ends.

English version:

MC: Sorry, I can’t believe I called you by the wrong name. Sirius: Is this the time for apologies? (I guess not...?) I can almost feel his voice vibrate against my skin. Shivering at the sensation, I let my head fall against the pillows. Sirius: Would you rather keep your eyes closed at the moment? MC: Mm. yeah. I like the sound of your voice. It...reminds me of someone... Sirius: Then keep them closed. Sirius tells her to hold on a minute and puts in eyedrops. MC says her throat is dry and asks for some water. He gives her water, but she realizes that it’s not a cup but rather him giving her water from his lips. -- They kiss. (Who taught him to kiss like this?) It’s like some dam has burst within me and a tide of pleasure is threatening to sweet me away. (I’ve never experienced anything like this. Is this magic, too, or just him?) Sirius: Mm..Yes... MC: Ah...Sirius... A wanton moan escapes me as he gives me space to breathe. The thing is, in my mind’s eye I keep seeing someone else. Sirius: Quite as I suspected. MC: That was incredible. What was-- Sirius: Shh. Hush now. I’ll fufill that yearning of yours. He rubs his thumb against my dampened bottom lip then slips it inside my mouth. My shoulders jump as he moves his lips and teeth over my neck. Sirius: Suck. I obediently swirl my tongue over his thumb, taking it in further. Sirius: Good girl. -- Then she says she can’t do it because of having feelings for someone else, just like in the normal English and the rest of the interlude continues the exact same way.

I can’t believe Voltage was really like “hey, pay us and we’ll make the content less rape-y for you! :)” Big yikes lol. I’d only read the premium at the time of my original post, and I thought that was bad enough to write a post about it. That normal interlude though? YIKES. Like...gahhh I know I already said this same thing like three times earlier but I’m just so grossed out!!

Also, a quick note. The CG for this has Sirius laying on top of her while she has her eyes closed. This is because she’s UNCONSCIOUS in the Japanese version. I was wondering how they were gonna get around it, but like not long before it came out I was like “oh they can just have him comment telling her to close her eyes or something” and I guess that’s more or less what they did...?

Chapter 9

Okay so I realize I did make a slight translation error in my original post about the ninth chapter. She does indeed say “I don’t have a headache” rather than what I had thought it said which was “My head hurts, but it can’t be a hangover.”  which is what they went with in the English. “My head doesn’t hurt, though, which suggests I don’t have a hangover.” The rest seems about right, though. Anyways, so this chapter starts the morning after the events of the first interlude with MC waking up in the strange bedroom. While not technically as big of change as in Chapter 8 and the first interlude, this is also one of the most changed chapters between versions. 

The Japanese version:

(Where am I?) I open my eyes and am unable to move at first. ---- (Robin and I got separated in town...so I was searching for him) (And then...ah, yeah, I met Sirius) (He was showing me the way...and then there was that bar on the dark street where I was only going to drink one drink, and then...) .... ....... .......... “Shit, I can’t remember anything...” I’m not sure how I got to this room or what happened after I blacked out. My head doesn’t hurt, so it’s not a hangover.  I only had one drink, that’s the one thing I CAN remember. “No way...” Nervously, I run my hands down my body.  The hem of my shirt was untucked, all the buttons completely undone, and my skirt was rolled up past my thighs.  (I want to think it’s just from how I slept...I really want to think that, but...)  Being drunk can make you roll around and do that. I can’t hide how anxious I am about this unexpected situation. My heart thumps painfully in my chest and my legs shake. ---- (Huh? A tattoo?) I see Sirius taking a shower in the other room, with a tattoo spread across his back. (That would mean Sirius and I...) Looking at the bed with disheveled sheets, I wrap my arms around my body and hug myself tightly. “Maybe...maybe we just slept, that’s all...” (It’s a pitiful excuse, I know.) (Oh my god!! I need to go find Robin!!) Remembering something very important, she runs out of the room. ---- Sirius: “Ha, she ran away.”

English version:

Where am I? I open my eyes and stay perfectly still for the first few minutes. ---- (I got separated from Robin in town and while I was looking for him I, ended up lost.) (And then...Oh right, I met Sirius. Man, he was attractive.) (He was showing me the way, then we paused for a drink, and then...) Then...Hmm. What did happen? I’m drawing a blank here. “What the? I have no memory of last night.” I have no idea where this is or the events that led to me waking up here. There are flashes of groans and sighs, but that’s all. My head doesn’t hurt, though, which suggests I don’t have a hangover. Not that I’d expect to have one over a single drink, but I remember that drink being similar to a potion. “Uh-oh. Did I hook up with someone?” I carefully pat myself down. My shirt’s untucked, the buttons are undone, and my skirt’s hiked up around my thighs. (Then again, I could’ve just slept weird. Here’s hoping.) I’ve definitely rolled around in my sleep while drunk before. Still, I never thought I’d have to do a walk of shame in another realm. My heart pounds as I look around, trying to figure out who I spent the night with. (Did I somehow manage to book a room for myself? With what coin?) (It’s like everything that happened since I got here caught up to me all at once. What did I do...?) ---- “What was that?” (A tattoo? It was a gorgeous one, if so.) (The question is, how acquainted did I become with that tattoo last night?) The rumbled bedding comes back into view as I put my head in my hands. “Maybe we just crashed here together after our drink.” “...” (Pitiful excuse, but I’ll take it for now.) (Wait, Robin! Oh god. I have to go find him.) I run out of the room as soon as I remember. Given how little of the situation I remember, it’s probably better if we put that night behind us. ---- Sirius: “Alas. She has absconded.”

Then after she leaves, it goes about the same in both versions. She finds Robin at the gates, is rushing to Toa’s class, gets stopped by Jasper. His voice reminds her of Sirius. He then teases her for being late and is like “You said you were going to go back to your room last night, but it seems like you went out and had fun instead.” and she snaps at him and says she didn’t. He acts surprised. She apologizes and walks off, embarrassed. He laughs.

So. Yeah. One of them, MC wakes up confused after being drugged and raped and is trying to process that and then remembers Robin, runs back to the dorms, and has to deal with Jasper teasing her saying she went out and had “fun” which triggers extremely fresh, bad memories. While the other one...MC is like. Did I hook up with someone?? Whoopsies! Hm, I wonder how I did that. Oh but that Sirius guy was SO hot. Oh shit! I have a cat that’s missing! Gotta go. And then Jasper teases her but she just gets upset because she feels embarrassed about hooking up with someone. Neat. Also, what is with Voltage and their obsession with using “abscond”???

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Are you feeling uncomfortable right now? A little horrified that Voltage would write a story like that, and romanticize it? Awesome! Me too! Let’s take a break here before moving on. Thankfully, the next parts won’t contain anything near as triggering as the first interlude and chapter 9. 

(Next post currently in progress, will add link as soon as possible! This is taking much longer than I thought it would to write;;;)

#jasper lane #jasper court of darkness #court of darkness #court of darkness jasper

[b0rista]

— 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.

WARNINGS: light angst & swearing.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: he's one of my ultimate favorite snk characters, and i needed to cleanse my page of the heavy ass warrior content djjfjf.

"you're either a blessing, or you're a lesson. either or, you and i met for a reason."

with all of the gore and the misfortune that comes with your livelihood, it's connie that gets you through it.

as expected, you first fell in love with him for his humor. not for the humor itself, but for how it shed the smallest flicker of joy upon a heaping tower of despair— as soldiers, you needed that. fortunately, he was the one that brought it to the table. even during your days as cadets, connie lived to make you laugh. hearing a chuckle flutter from your core served as a form of therapy for him, and with time, he grew addicted.

with that being said, he does the stupidest shit in order to get your attention. even when you're together, he'll do what needs to be done. for example, one time, he tried to impress you by doing a trick while saddled up on his horse. in an attempt to twirl like a jackass ballerina, the horse decided that it deserved better, and kicked him clean off its back. at the sight of his 5'2 ass being hoisted eight feet into the air, you nearly choked.

prepare yourself, he's a cuddler. after a particularly hard day's worth of work, connie finds solace in bedding up with you, knowing that you're safe, and with him. he asks that you don't tell anybody, but he actually really enjoys cuddling as the little spoon. to have his head pressed against your chest, his ear to your heartbeat, brings him comfort. of course, he'll never detest to being your big spoon, either. he absolutely loves the feeling of you buried within his touch.

^ if you ever want to go an evening without cuddling, he'll be immediately offended. never, ever, ever will the two of you fall asleep back to back. he simply won't have it, it makes him feel as if something's wrong. and if that is the case, nobody's falling asleep until you've talked about it and successfully sorted it out.

at the beginning of your guys' relationship, everyone worried for you. did he coerce you, y/n? are you being forced? has he threatened you, has he threatened your family? nobody could grasp the fact that connie motherfuckin' springer had managed to pull you.

if there's any sort of sour talk regarding you, no matter how little it is, this man will leap to your defense. one time, jean called your bedhead ugly, and connie propelled a moldy roll of bread into his forehead. in the end, a massive food fight erupted, and you were just standing there with your bedhead like 🧍‍♀️

HOWEVER, there was an instance that actually led to a genuine, real fight between you two as a couple. you'd managed to scuff up your leg during the battle with kenny the ripper and his associates, and when it came down to who was and who wasn't going to tag along for the eren & historia rescue mission, connie belittled you to the team behind your back. not because he actually felt that way, but because he'd do anything to maintain your safety— even if it meant hurting your feelings. telling captain levi that your abilities were inadequate for that particular mission hurt him, but he did what he felt was necessary.

in the end, though, levi saw through the charade. to connie's dismay, you came with to save eren and historia. and during the entire journey, you didn't even utter a word to him. of course, though, during the battle, you put your frustrations aside. once you saw your lover's head nearly get kicked in during combat, you understood his intentions, and you forgave him. as expected, he replied to your forgiveness with humor,, his go-to coping mechanism.

"considering how sexy i looked on the battlefield, i knew you wouldn't be able to resist."

whenever his hair starts to grow out, you're the one that gets to cut it back down! he's able to do it himself, but he really likes it when you do it. you're typically propped up in his lap, sitting face to face as you file down his edges. he always loops his arms around your waist, intently staring you in the face— seeing you so concentrated on his hair, he can't help it.

you wouldn't expect this from connie whatsoever, but he likes it when you read to him. pick a literature of your choice and let him kick back and rest his head onto your lap, pleasE. he'll close his eyes, and for the first time in forever, stay still. the only time he and books ever coexist is when you're reading one to him. he'll also make fun of you whenever you stumble over a sentence,, so get ready.

the day you realize that this motherfucker is nearing six feet tall, you're ready for the holy spirit to whisk you away. literally, you measure his height on the weekly once you realize he just keeps gaining inches. that, and when he starts growing more into his face? lawd, take you now.

"connie, you're getting seXY-"

"what the hell does thaT mE A N-"

many, many proposals. none are meant to be taken seriously, which the both of you know. still, there are far too many proposals between the two of you. one time, you killed a fly midair, and he thought you were the baddest bitch on the block.

"marry me."

another time, he swooped you into the air with his maneuvering gear, and as you held onto him for dear life, you looked him dead in the face: "marry me, you baldheaded bastard."

it can be a reel, how many times the two of you say that bullshit. somehow, it's cute.

he doesn't really take basic boundaries into consideration. like, one time, you caught him using your toothbrush because he couldn't find his. it wasn't fun, you had to give him a serious talking to.

he is, without a doubt, constantly prepared to lay down his life for you on the battlefield. during his time as a soldier, he's grown significantly strong— and once he fell in love with you, he's felt even stronger. not only do you give him drive, but you lend him strength. with that being said, you're somebody he'd die for without even an ounce of hesitation. and knowing him, he's probably made that more than obvious.

when connie's village was destroyed and it was discovered that his entire family was turned into titans, you were one of the only ones to actually comfort him. you were absolutely enraged at how nonchalantly your lover's loss was set aside, and although he'd tried his hardest to conquer the grief alone, it was you who sat at his bedside at night, cradling him in your arms as he wept. never in your life had you seen him so distraught. after that period of time, your relationship with him only deepened in its seriousness. 

as expected, you and sasha spend quite a bit of time together! after all, that's your boyfriend's best friend. given her easygoing nature, it didn't take long for sasha to absolutely adore you. naturally, she wonders how the hell you manage to operate with a boyfriend like that, but she tries not to ask questions.

speaking of the wonder twins, they love getting you in trouble. whenever the two of them think up an astonishingly moronic shenanigan, there's a solid 50/50 chance that you'll be looped into it, too. one time, they purposefully dulled jean's razor, and when he went to shave, it only ended in him splitting his face open due to placing too much pressure. as a joke, those two jackasses carved your initials into the handle. when jean decided that he'd murder you, connie tried playing the hero, lEapiNg to your defense. it was stupid, and it didn't work. you still laugh about it, though.

there have been several jokes regarding starting a family and growing old together— secretly, though, connie doesn't want them to just be jokes.

he stole a stray cat for you. yup, yes he did. the two of you were walking about the city, and you saw a gray-haired sleeping beside a trash bin behind a local vendor. you compared its fur to the color of his hair, calling it cute. out of impulse, connie went back to that exact same vendor later on that day, trapped the cat in a box, and brought it to your doorstep.

his forearms and fingertips were covered in claw marks, but to see your face light up the way that it did, any amount of pain was immediately worth it.

after the nickname that shadis had given connie on the first day of cadet training, you named the kitty q-ball. 🥺

during the season four era, the two of you share a house. at first, captain levi argued against it— "put a pair of horny teenagers in a home together, what do you think is gonna happen?"

y'all said fuck it, and lived together anyways. it's you, him, and your lovely child, q-ball. occasionally jean, too. some nights, he doesn't want to be alone.

eskimo kisses. during the prepping of every single mission, you'll get eskimo kisses. it's a small, loving gesture the two of you do before heading into the battlefield. as a sign of your love, you'll press your foreheads together and rub noses, weapons holstered and ready for combat. it's a serious tradition, and it'll never be ignored.

and after a mission, connie has this habit of pinching your cheeks immediately after rushing towards you. it isn't to be cute, either. it's so that he can scan you, and check you for any harm. basically, it's him squeezing the life out of your face while bombarding you with questions.

expect supremely cheesy pet names! bae, biscuit, buttercup, baby thing, sexy bitch, and so on. if it were anyone else, he would 100% make fun of them. but it's him, therefore adorable.

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