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lunannan · 3 months

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umm so like since ur reqs are open ermm here i go ig:

sleeping beauty!reader (reader is asleep and cursed like sleeping beauty) and lilia is their/her prince charming and he wakes her up and they live happily ever after 😊😊😊😊😊 (i will drop the airstrike so get typing)

Ofc pook

For: @yejiswifex

Warnings: Terribly bad writing (very cringe), very rushed (150 airstrikes and bombs /j), short, very possible bad english, no dialogue kinda (very little), the reader is actually my friend (friend x lilia basically), plot made uo in 3 seconds, kissing and i also dont knoe how to write kisses, lilia is like ooc too and this was rushed rushed rushed rushed

They/them pronouns for reader btw :3

Sleeping Beauty

“When they turn 16, they shall prick their finger on a spindle. And fall into a death-like sleep they will never awake from”

The curse bestowed upon them, when they were just a newborn in a cradle.

“And a true love’s kiss may break the curse.”

The cure to this enchantment sounded quite impossible, but even so, the population present when the curse was cast attempted the most they could to stop their eventual demise.

Three fae decided to take the child in, ran away to a cottage far in the woods and vowed to never use magic again until their child had turned 16, disguising themselves as simple peasants.

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Over the years, said child had matured, they lived in a small cottage in the woods with their three step-mothers, their life was quite plain, but pleasant.

They weren’t allowed to go further away from the cottage unless accompanied by one of their stepmothers.

However, as kind as this soul may look, they still have a rebellious side to them.

On a pitch black night, they made sure their caretakers were fast asleep. Before sneaking out of their window to the woods.

It was a bad idea, considering the dangers outside, but everyone gets curious once in a while, and they had to find a way to calm their insisting curiosity.

Slowly drifting away from their familiar home, they made sure to follow a certain path they had memorized to avoid getting lost, gazing at the trees around them and the moonlit sky above them.

After a long time of walking, they reached a certain river, they crouched down, focusing on the details they noted from their surroundings, until a voice broke them out of their trance.

—”Well, you’re certainly wandering around here at a late hour. May i ask what you are doing here?”

They whipped their head to the mysterious voice

I thought the woods would be lonely at this time, though? —They thought to themselves

Upon seeing the human’s face of confusion, the stranger chuckled to himself, clearly finding it amusing

This made the human eye the new person curiously

—”If it’s already late, what are you doing here, then?” —They asked back

—”I asked you first, I believe it's only fair you answer me first” —His crimson eyes analyzed the young person by the river, expecting their answer.

They stared at him hesitating, i mean, would you trust a stranger who sneaked up on you? Personally, it doesn’t sound like the best idea.

—”I… just wanted to see the forest.” —They replied, barely audible, but the fae catched onto the words spoken by the human, it amused him, it seemed the human was barely able to observe the forest, they seemed so concentrated on it it was a cute sight.

He stretched his arm to them, silently asking the human for a walk nearby.

—”I could show you all the places you desire to see in this forest, take my hand, and I'll guide you.” He smiled at them, waiting for the answer.

Of course, it’s not safe to trust a stranger, but maybe it was worth a shot.

The human accepted his proposal, and they saw the most breath-taking places they could’ve seen, they wished they were able to visit the forest more often, unfortunately, their caretakers wouldn’t like it, and they’d probably get a scolding and wouldn’t be able to see the fae, or the forest.

—”Call me Lilia” The fae had said to them, to which the human replied their name to him.

He giggled

—”It’s a beautiful name, just like you”

After it had darkened, the human had to sneak back into their home, which they managed to do without waking anyone up with the help of Lilia.

They snuggled into their blanket, thinking about the previous events

They would probably start breaking some rules from now on.

Every night possible, the human would make sure for their caretakers to be asleep, the cottage to be silent, and they just had to follow some simple steps.

-Pick their basket they use to collect berries (in case their caretakers find them sneaking into the house, they can pull up the excuse they were gathering berries, it would suck, but the scolding wouldn’t be as severe.)

-Make sure to open the window carefully, without making any type of noise, then step out the window and close it

-Follow the trail they use to pick berries.

-Once encountering the river, they should follow it and soon enough find a beautiful field of flowers, along with the fae the human hoped to see.

This progress repeated every night, with the same success every time, and the human believed they were extremely lucky.

Unfortunately, one day, everything would change.

They got sent to pick berries, to which they obediently did, but their caretakers were acting somewhat more suspicious than always.

However, the bright side: the human got to see their beloved fae. And right on their birthday, too!

On the small cottage, the three “caretakers”, or fae, were arguing,

One was making the birthday cake, or, attempting.

Two were designing the dress, and arguing over the colour of it.

—”It shall be pink!” It was announced.

—”No—it shall be blue!” The fae argued.

—”No–Pink!” They kept arguing.

The constant magic was lightning the house of colors, to which a crow had noticed, flying away to report to their owner.

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The human was sleeping, the curse had been true.

The castle was full of thorns, and it seemed everyone was affected, put to sleep, too.

The fae wondered where his human might have gone to, it was already night, and he was expecting to see them soon.

He searched for them, but they were nowhere to be found.

The only place left was the castle.

It was dark, hard to see, but he still had hope, he was worried about them.

He reached a dark bedroom, and there was the human he had been looking for; sleeping peacefully with a rose carefully tucked between their hands, they were wearing a blue dress and an accessory on their hair.

He had heard a tale a long time ago, about a curse, similar to this situation, a true love’s kiss would break the curse.

He studied their face, then leaned in to kiss them.

And their eyes flickered open.

A/N: and they lived a happy life forever end *closes book* i hate this

#twst x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #funnnni #i hate thios #AAAAAAAAAA

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aita-blorbos · 4 months

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AITA for abandoning my homecoming date (who is a senior) and putting her dad in jail?

I (15M) know this sounds bad, and I definitely feel like TA here, but my friend doesn't think so, so I decided to come on here and see what other people think.

So I've had this crush on this girl for a while who I'll call L (17F). We have some classes together and are both a part of the Academic Decathlon Team so I guess you could call us school friends? I mean she isn't really my friend but she knows me—or well she knew me. I'm getting off track here.

I had some after school activities that included this internship with a really big name company, meaning I had to quit all my clubs for it. Now, I've been trying to prove myself to the person who hired me for the internship, T (Adult M). I found something big that I brought to his attention. I saw some criminals doing criminal things but like with this crazy alien tech. So I told him and he ignored me because I'm just a kid and it wasn't that important.

I decided to re join the Decathlon Team as they went on a trip for a tournament so I could spy on the criminals. L was happy I was there. Which already made me feel really bad because I ended up ditching her and everyone else on the team at the last minute.

I managed to find out who the big leader of the criminals were and tried to confront him. Turns out that T had called the FBI on them and did listen to me after all. Whoops. The big boss dude got away and I got scolded... to the point where I lost my internship. I decided to move on and focus on school.

Homecoming arrived and I worked up the courage to ask L out and she said yes! Even after I ditched her earlier... She is honestly so nice and deserves better than me but thats what this is about I guess. I arrived at her house ready to take her to homecoming and met her dad. Who just so happened to be the leader of the criminals I let get away.

Long story short I couldn't just let him go, so when I walked her inside the school I told her I was sorry and immediately left to go arrest her dad.

It was her last year in high school and I ruined her senior homecoming, not to mention was a jerk during the Decathlon tourney. Aaaand put her dad in jail (she doesn't knoe about that though). My friend said I did what needed to be done but I still feel awful. AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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bowelproblemboy · 1 month

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Okay okay so I knoe this is like a HUGELY niche corner of this place but I do not care I want to talk about it anyway.

I fucking love the song “O’Pennsyltucky” (by Mischief Brew for the uncultured) a lot, but not just cause its super fucking awesome and sounds great.

As a kid I lived in the midwest, down in good ol’ southern Wisconsin where the country fest was scarier than a tornado and where I could ride my bike with my brother to a library n could explore the backwoods along our little creek all we wanted. Now, the Midwest aint the prettiest place around as many know (Good ol’ Ohio, the endless highway) and it certainly wasn’t the best place to live at all (polluted, full of fields and fields for miles, cows in too small pens, extra nasty pigs always out a’prowling) and yet. It is my home, deep in my heart i know it is. The song O’Pennsyltucky is a song I like to interpret is about homesickness, loving your old home despite how awful you know it is. You want to go back but you know you could never live there because of its conditions or your own preferences/needs. I did some research on the place the song centers on, and I can’t even imagine living in a place where the underground is literally on fire! Sure, Wisconsin is bad but it aint that bad. (Search up Centralia in southern Pennsylvania)

Anyway, I relate really heavily to the song because at its core it is a song about homesickness, and the inability to cure it. And deep down inside no matter how awful my home is and the fact I could never truly live there and be happy, I still miss it. So my hat’s off to Mischief Brew for writing a song that Perfectly describes my personal longing for home.

youtube

#i did not articulate this as well as I was hoping to #but I needed to talk about it #especially since I really want more people to discuss this band with #so might as well be the change I want to see in the world!#mischief brew #O’Pennsyltucky #folk punk #Youtube #tyler’s hot takes

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mailboxmerchant · 3 years

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BAD DAY

tldr:naib is mfin horny after a match wit u bae n ur both in love with esch other and equally needy but dont knoe‼️

character: Naib Subedar - mercenary

fandom: identity V

warnings: SEX!!! who could have guessed, also rough/dom naib, swearing, power bottom(lmao)/fem reader, perhaps some masochistic type a stuff but not crazy, less goooooooo

(this is like. just horny. no thoughts. only horny)

As sweat beaded down his forehead, you watched Naib angrily smash the keys of a decoding machine. Something was up, but your teammate just never seemed to let on when something had gone wrong. This match was going fine, you had three more ciphers to go, and everyone was still up and going, only two of your teammates being injured. The hunter was struggling to find any of you, and with each of you teamed up with another to decode, you were all feeling confident in a victory to the survivors. So why was Naib so stressed?

“Hey, Naib?”

“What, y/n?”

His tone was sharp, and he snapped back instantly. Someone was clearly cranky. What did you even do?

“Are you...feeling okay? You seem...tense.” You kept your tone neutral, preventing there to be any negativity for him to react to. Before he snapped back, he missed a calibration and alerted the hunter of our position. Still not talking, Naib wrapped a braced arm around your waist and made a dive into a pile of cardboard boxes and other various recyclables. “Shut it, y/n. Hunter’s comin’.”

You went quiet, but still, his commanding attitude could be done without. You squirmed in Naib’s grip, at which he grunted, and tightened his hold on you.

He was started to really make you worry. Naib was usually a calm, collected rescuer, who often would be more reassuring when you were being hunted. You promised you’d figure all this out, just maybe after the match ended.

The danger passed, quite literally, as Hell Ember jaunted around the trash pile you were hiding in. Naib’s grip got even tighter around you as the hunter loomed closer. “N-Naib, I can’t-” Naib didn’t seem to give a damn for what you had to say as he slapped a hand over your mouth. “I said, quiet.” His tone was worsening, he was really pissed, huh?

You couldn’t deny yourself though, hearing him sound so stern and having him grab at you so suddenly really threw you off. Your ever-so-secret crush on Naib was keeping you from feeling angry about any of this, in fact, you were almost happy to be so close, even if he was being rude.

Finally though, you decided that you needed to get back to the matter at hand. Leo was gone, and Naib had to let go of you sometime. You made more of an effort to move, and Naib finally dropped you. Quickly, you jumped back on the machine as the Merc slowly crept from the box pile to return to his typing position. “You know, you could have been caught if it weren’t for me.” He sputtered, quieter than before. “Th-thank you...? God, Naib, what’s your issue today?” You spoke more questioningly than upset, hoping he wouldn’t hear the annoyed undertone in your speech. “It’s nothing you’d understand.”

Alright, you were giving up for the remainder of decoding time.

Silently, you both finished the machine, and you made a break for the opposite direction of Naib. You figured you could have some alone time to just decode, calm down, and prep for the ending leap where you’d have to play a guessing game for which gate Hell Ember would be waiting for you at.

Taking a break from running, your steps grew light as you began to pace yourself. “y/n!” As you looked through the fog, you discovered that Edgar was awaiting you with a half done machine. “Edgar! You’re here!” You made a quick greeting to the painter before getting back to business. Small talk wasn’t necessary between the two of you, as the ability to decode calmly was leaving both of your skillsets as your heartbeats became slowly more audible.

“Come on, y/n, we can finish this, just don’t look away from the calibrations. Stay focused.” Edgar gave you a light tap of the palm to your head as he smacked the sides of the cipher. Your pace increased, as did Edgar’s as you had merely a percentage left. Someone else’s machine popped off, and yours a second later.

Determined and brave, you made off like a bullet towards the southward exit gate. Sneaking around a broken pillar, you sighed at the sight of a clear gate. Edgar clearly didn’t share the idea that this was the correct gate, so you could only hope he was hiding and waiting it out to escape. Actually, it seemed like everyone picked the wrong-

*SLAM*

A large hand suddenly slapped down on the decoding pad next to yours, frightening the hell out of you. You prepared to meet your doom when you turned around, but instead met a glaring Naib. “N-Naib! Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” “Where’d you run off to earlier!? We were supposed to be decoding together.”

His tone from earlier was still present, so....clearly he was still peeved about something you did. “W-well I just thought-” “You thought nothin’, y/n. Just keep decoding.” Your crush wasn’t protecting him any more. Letting out an anxious and angry grunt, you turned back around to the coding pad, slamming the rubbery keys down as you decoded.

So that’s how it was, then, huh? Fine.

“Naib, you’re a real asshole.” You huffed as you finished the gate, and stormed out, not evening looking back to see if he OR Hell Ember were following.

Once back in the manor, you rushed back to your room, the embarrassment and guilt from your actions following you quickly after.

Keeping up the angry façade, you slammed your door behind you before running to flop on your bed. Holding your pillow close to your face, you yelled into it, hoping it was enough to choke the sound.

“Damn it, Naib...” You closed your eyes, hoping to wake up with a renewed confidence that way you wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of your words.

The sound of three loud, harsh knocks on your door awoke you from your rage nap.

“OPEN UP! COME ON, I ALREADY KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE, Y/N!!”

Naib? Again? Now what...

You begrudgingly sauntered to your door, cracking it open to peek out. Only, Naib pushed right through your defenses, pushing both you and the door back. “Hey!”

Naib was more forceful than before, walking quickly in your direction, and even quicker, cornering you against your bed. You fell onto your behind as Naib gave you a harsh push. “What is all this?! You’ve been acting weird since we started decoding together in that match, and you’re totally out of line! I didn’t even...do anything...” Your words lost their force as you trailed your eyes downward. So that’s why he was all pent up.

An obvious tent in Naib’s pants was what your eyes met with, and even though your cheeks began to blush furiously, you averted your gaze and tried to pretend that you saw nothing. “J-just get out of my room.” You grumbled, no longer able to keep eye contact.

“I just came to talk, y/n, don’t throw me out.” Naib shifted his body, effectively pinning you to the plush mattress, a hand on either side of your head. You ‘hmphed’, and curtly turned your face away from him.

“D-don’t act all pissy,” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, “you’re making it so much worse!” Your eyes still just couldn’t meet his, the heat between the both of you running down between your legs. Sliding a knee between your thighs, Naib leaned down to speak gruffly into your ear.

“This is all your fault, you know.”

“N-Naib! I-” but your words were quickly vanquished by a pair of warm, slightly chapped lips slamming down on your own. A slight graze of his teeth on your bottom lip gave you more excitement than you’d ever felt in any match, and you immediately parted your lips to feel Naib’s wet tongue slick into your mouth.

You let out a quiet noise, enough for him to notice. After what felt like an eternity (seconds) of making out, Naib pulled away to hold your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks harshly between his fingers. “So...that’s how you feel, huh?”

You were flustered, but it wasn’t going to take away what your nap earned you. “You were being so awful in that match, but I still...love you, Naib. I didn’t know when or where to tell you, but if you’re gonna do it first, then by all means...” You gestured to Naib with a smirk.

Hungrily, Naib practically shredded your clothes off, each of his hands attaching themselves to your chest as he kneaded your soft breasts between his fingers. Your quiet pants were driving him absolutely insane. He loved every little exhale that escaped your mouth, settling to nip and suck at your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Telling you how much he needed this, how long he was waiting for this, how he wanted you.

An abrupt end to the sensations in your chest were replaced by a hand sliding underneath each of your thighs. Lifting them up to his shoulders, Naib quickly unfastened his belt, a look of giddiness flashing across his smug face.

Diving his head down to meet his forehead to yours, Naib snatched your panties off in seconds, aligning himself painfully slow. As he slid his length slowly into your entrance, you dug your fingers into his hair, which was messily tied into his usual ponytail. Hissing at the feeling of you tugging his hair, Naib pushed all the way inside of you, earning a mewl of both pain and pleasure from you.

"Ah, but wait..."

You winced as Naib suddenly pulled his length out of your entrance, the emptiness being too much to bear. "I'm an asshole, aren't I?"

He was going to make you eat your words.

Almost literally.

"Get up." His harsh tone was back, but it only served to make you feel hotter than before. Giving a shy nod, you got to your knees as Naib stood at the edge of the bed.

Nervously eying him, you gaped at his length, wishing you didn't say those words before so he could drive you insane with pleasure with it.

Stupid y/n...

"Well?" Tired of waiting, Naib took his hand to the back of your head, pushing you closer to his body, your head colliding with his chest. The sudden wholesome warmth was quickly replaced as he pushed you downwards near his manhood.

You began to comply as you opened your mouth, feeling as he gave a slow first grind into your throat. You choked immediately, but didn't pull away. Not yet.

Breathing quickly through your nose, you began to suck aggressively with no warning, pulling a gasp from the previously snarky Merc.

"Ga-hah! y-y/n...." Pulling off with a 'pop', you went back down to give small kitten licks to the tip of his cock, earning little shifts of position and pants from Naib.

"Stop....stop teasin' me...." was all he could huff out. You slid the entirety of his length in and out for a quick throat fuck a few times, feeling the tears prick at your eyes. In your own way, you were making him pay for being so snide earlier. “Screw you, y/n. Have it your way.”

Your torture paid off!

Naib firmly pushed you back down on your stomach, grasping your hips and pulling you close to his own hips. Letting out a satisfied hum, you felt as Naib quickly align himself with your entrance once more.

Giving you no time to readjust again, he fully sheathed himself inside of you, your insides stretching once again to fit him inside. “Hah....shit, Naib.....” You cursed, grasping tightly onto Naib as he pushed you both down, beginning to thrust wildly in and out of you. Every pounding slammed harder against the entrance of your womb, the suction of your warm, wet insides also providing intense pleasure for Naib.

“Oh fuck, y/n, you’re...so tight...” Naib panted loudly into your ear. Neither of you were even remotely worried about the other manor residents hearing either of your moans racketing off the walls of the creaky residence.

“G-god...I c-can’t...hold on...” You whimpered pathetically as your dug your fingers into Naib’s scalp a second time. As your begging for more became louder, you felt the knot in your stomach grow larger, tighter, and more overwhelming than you’d ever felt before. You could feel Naib’s hard and precise thrusts growing sloppy, and you knew you were both getting close to climax.

“y/n....y/n....I’m gonna...” Before his sentence could even be finished, Naib’s thick cock twitched harshly inside you as you felt his hot seed pour into you. The spreading warmth was enough to send you over the edge, your juice quickly spilling out to mix with his own.

Slowly pulling out, your precious mercenary promptly collapsed on top of you, his head coincidentally landing in between your tits. You sighed hazily, riding off your previous high as you wrapped your arms around his head, and slowly letting your eyes close in exhaustion.

a/n: so sorry if theres any typos/grammar-spellin mistakes. i rushed the end bc i had this cued for FOREVER, enjoy babes <3

#identity v #idv #idv naib subedar #naib subedar #naib subedar x reader #idv x reader #identity v x reader #mercenary #idv mercenary #identity v mercenary #idv fanfic #identity v fanfic #mercenary x reader #naib x reader lemon #naib subedar smut #naib x reader smut

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urisk-factor · 3 years

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a superhero au sounds SO cool, I'd love to hear more!!! (if you're comfortable sharing ofc!!)

Thanks for the ask!

Right, so the idea is that the cast (Jury and Heartless&Co) are superheroes.

The Jury is a team of well known heroes who have been around for a while, made up of the Judge, the (publicly named) Doctor (Dock for short), Siren, Headshot, Dragon Knight, and the Jester.

Heartless&Co are technically vigilantes. They're all teenagers and are breakint the law by doing their own heroics, meaning the Jury has to stop them. On the Heartless team we have Heartless, the Show, Blitz, Frost-Sword, One and Two, and (publicly named) Maiden.

I have exactly one interesting story idea so far, and that's the start of the Jury. That one consists of Siren takes down a big bad but gets revealed to be popular pop musician Lorelei Reef at the same time. That's when the Judge portals in, and the Docter lands next to them. None of them really have any experiences with each other, but Alastor and Dock both decide to help. They portal back to Alastor's house, help Lorelei, and get to knoe each other. So yeah.

#dock #abd illustrates #demon whispers about nonsense #heartless dock #heartless #alastor creed #lorelei #lance lothaire #diana shikari #bandy bellamis #heartless heartless #alchemy valentine #flint solveig #eira hale #doppel glass #doppel/glass #river dial #superhero au #the names are WiP btw

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24-guy · 3 years

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I spent 2 hours on writing notes from the prison podcast stream.

Now I don’t know what to do with them, so I’m putting them here.

No need to read them, there is just some interesting stuff I noticed, things like tones and how many times somethings are brought up.

if you do, though, I apologize for spelling errors.

start stream

techno "did the calculations" on how long it would take to mine obsidian with the amount of mining fatigue they had. we knoe this is true.

dream has been writing, it is the only thing hes been able to do with the limited items he has. its his "diary"

techno teases over fanfics on wattpad

"the only thing ive written is my diary" do the revive books not count, then? or what is in the revive books that isnt writing?

techno focuses on that nobody is watching - dream doesnt comment on it - dream doesnt know about the voices?

techno is supposed to break dream out, but he hasnt got many ideas "ill get to it later"

techno enjoys prison - sees it as a vacation

techno has an optimistic outlook.

go with the flow

dream sees harming himself as exhillerating techno disaprooves

dream tells techno quackity has been torturing him everyday. techno is only surprised by the every day part

dream mentions the revive book techno remembers being told about that asks "yeah you can bring people back from the dead. yeah so how do you do that" - curious tone, seems genuinely interested for innocent meanings dream responds " i have.. the knowledge and then i get a book and then i burn it" - hesitant at first, then vague but seemingly honest reponse

techno asks what the knowledge is, incantation/password/expelliarmus dream says "something like that" slowly, then quickly says he doesnt know and that he "doesnt know how schlatt had it" - going away from the topic original book - there are more than one it is a book is what youre saying - t well... i mean, it was a book that i memorised and that now i can recreate - d techno tries again to get the knowledge he wants to revive people dream doesnt want to tell techno because he wouldnt be the only one who knew techno tries to bargain saying that if dream died, techno coulld bring him bacl dream knows they wont kill him because he can revive people

dream says no, techno says "you forgot how to write it down didnt you dream says he didnt, that he did it recently, techno repeats again that dream forgot brings up wattpad again. dream says he wrote it down for tommy. he doesnt mention wilbur to techno. bring up the homeless situaation prison is dreams house cell is boiling apparently makes a joke about cali rent prices

nobody visited the cell "we stopped anarcy" "when we get out of here" no though ahead going into this situation (techno) "just as far as i need to" dream doesnt know what techno means by stream schedule, techno jokes about dream's lack of schedual techno usually trains always looking for new combat, reasearching constant arms race no idea when a government will arise or opressing people is always prepared has a good amount of gear he also plays golf somewhere offers a game with dream no way to describe it somewhere farther than his house

dream asks about tommy techno hasnt seen him canonically, only knows he stole acouple months ago - as far as he tells dream

dream asks about carl carl is doing well

dream asks about the family its doing good, apparently, new foxes, got steve who will break him out dream writes about steve "i will write evrrything down because its hard to remember" another fanfic joke

dream asks whos feeding them they feed themselves its probably fine

milld break for 4 wall break

gist or jist

prison podcast offers, agrees that is all this is

technical difficulties

podcast bros

eating potato

dream offers his thoughts on what would happen of he tried to revive somebody who is alive two technoblades human meat sheild

dream wants to try no death first what could go wrong nothing else to do

techno house is man vs nature conflict floor has ants floof brings ants spilled pet food dream has a revivebook techno tries to read it first hit with book a small wait throw into lava DreamXD joins broke the table fixed table a god dream "cloned himsef" god looks exactly like dream feels like a question to ask earlier dream summoned dreamxd ask for wish ask for bell dream gets mad because no escape dreamxd leaves sellout timer goes off techno makes money as dream questions his life dream sits in corner hole techno aims to be annoying we count channel members for a bit

dream and techno friend bonding time?

summons dreamxd for reviving nobody dream writes this in his diary as techno rings bell tries again, it doesnt work creative mode is a known thing by mortals they know how deadly it is

warden on vacation

techno hasnt written anything he has at least 4 books in his inventory, going from the top 2nd space to the top 5th space. the fourth book is called information and is signed by dream. dream throws a potato in the lava techno asks for the revive book again, this time to see of dreamxd will come back because it is a different person summoning him dream says no

techno needs a bell to sell out for the *brand*, ritual and tradition dream put the bell in church prime no twitch primes for dream - hes a heratic (no contract) dream makes no profit dream has lots of raw potatos for 5-6 months

techno asks if dream has any friends dream says not really, they turned against him techno knows the feeling being betrayed by closest friend happens every tuesday for techno

dream mentions being visited by a few people techno asks if any tried not to torture or kill him dream says yeah like he wasnt expecting the question/(as techno put it) "he hesitated"

sapnap - didnt torture or kill him - but he said if dream got out of there, then he would - techno says hes gotta raise his standards

bad - was the best - treated dream the best - techno says hes a cult leader - dream is surprised so techno tells him about the egg - techno wasnt clear - bad hasnt viseted since 4-5 months ago - techno says even he has friends - egg was attacked - big crossover episode not clear what is going on

techno - last time they saw each other was dooms day - been a while - lot has happened - techno doesnt now whats going on currently on the server - he knows nothing - "people" tell him who died and who came back

tubbo - asks about tubbo - tubbo is chillng - snowchester named - commune - a little sus - dictator - no rushing to conclusions - tubbo has nukes - big crater - a hoby - could be meteor

ranboo - asks about ranboo - ranboo is also chilling - brings up tubo's nukes now

dream points out that techno said he didnt know anyting and then said about a new place, nukes, and a lot more dream doesnt know anything - less than techno

ranboo (again) - dream says he used to visit a while ago and then stopped coming - techno asks "ranboo used to visit?" - ranboo visited "a bit" - probably visited the most - sapnap visited - tommy visited a couple of times - bad visited - and quackity - quackity visited the most, only because hes visited daily

more potatos pog potatos

ranboo (x3) - techno asks how dream knows ranboo - "um... its just a.. long story" - techno replies sarcastically about how they dont have any time to go through it, theyre so busy with the bell - dream "i dont know him very well. he just visited a few times and that was it." - techno just repeats alright, its either bored or thinking - dream "and then i havent seen him since then so thats why i was wondering where hes been, if hes been around" - techno " ah... im not sure. i havent been around fpr like the past couple of months, honestly."

techno went on atraining montage, played golf

dream asks about the plan to get out mining fatigue 3 doesnt mean they cant break blocks, its just approximately 370 times longer breaking obsidian takes a bit over 4 minutes math = obsidian block gone in 25.7 hours. an alarm break in the right spot break block in toilet elder guardian below the cell techno can take him if techno somehow dies dream brings him back could be out in 2 weeks havent been visited for 2 weeks nothing to lose dream has to break obsidian techno wants to end stream techno came up with idea so dream has to do it dream starts bell ringing for cheerng him on techno sounds happy that dream is doing it voices are mentioned - theyre laughing techno has perfect track of time techno is gonna annoy dream the entire time techno is a lookout there are only 4 books we only see the 4th name floof interrupts momentarily tommy killed a cat because dream liked it 300 dogs in the cell joke

channel member bell dream regrets his life again techo's plan? bell was a better investment dream has 10 bells in e chest techno doesnt techno wanted to go for more so techno could ring bell again

end of stream

#technoblade #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp techno #dsmp dream #dreamwastaken #prison podcast #dsmp prison #dsmp lore

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hopefullyababe · 3 years

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sorry to bounce your own question back at u lol but what's ur favorite music artist/genre/song? you seem like the kind of person who would have Opinions on music (/pos)

oh! uhh

for fave artist, i gotta go abba man. their stuff just vibes so hard. i love how like. Full the sound is. and! i love how they bounce around different styles. theyre very well known for their disco, but they have some jazzier music, as well as more folky stuff- and its all REALLY GOOD.

as for genre, im kinda the same as u- i just jive to whatever is a bop. i do tend to prefer less polished sounds tho. i feel like allotta musicians essp popular ones with big production teams will get caught up in refining every last instrument and vocal until it just sounds like the audio equivilent of the instagram face smoothening filter.

not to get all hipster on your ass lmao.

i love music thats unrefined. theres humanity in a voice fraying on a straining note, a buzzy guitar chord bc they didnt press down hard enough on the fret. a humanity you lose when you file down all the imperfections.

folk punk is really good at that. there tends to be a 'recorded this in my car because my roomates are sleeping inside and you can hear the ac blowing bc its 90 degrees outside' quality to it.

of course thats not 2 say that NO refinement is the way 2 go. ive heard some dogshit music in my time. i think theres a balance ukno

anyway something ELSE folk punk is really good at is the Emotion of it all.

i think that the point of music is to capture emotion. not a very original take, but a take nonetheless. and a really powerful way to Convey Emotion is w a Story.

i mean you can argue that ALL songs tell stories because something something chord progressions have implied stories something something "leaving home" on the 5th something "coming home" on the root chord- and yeah i agree with that

but theres something lovely abt a song that talks about Doing Something you knoe? one that carves out the Feeling with Action.

i hope that makes any sense at all.

i love music that makes me feel things. music that makes me think and music that tells a story owo

some of my fave genres are indie rock folk punk and maybe some pop in there for Fun

favorite song rn has gotta be Expectations by Wild Child. i heard it first in a epilogues:candy jade harley animatic a month ago and ive loved it since. just. vibes so hard man.

honerable mentions tho are Nights Like These by Pigeon Pit, which i just found cuz they recced it 2 me on spotify. it also vibes.

Bad Wine And Lemon Cake by The Jane Austen Argument but popularized by Amanda Palmer when she sang the song w tjaa in concert. theyre appearantly really good friends. also found this one on spotify while looking for songs 2 put on my roxy lalonde mix (wip i might drop the link when im done 👀)anyway this one also vibes.

wow shit that was alot. youre right sol, appearantly i got Opinions on music ;D

#solareidolon #daphne gets asks #daphnes talking again #HOLY SHIT THATS ALOT.#sorry this is so long lmao #music is just like. my favorite.#but thank u sm for the ask reid (my beloved<3)

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blxxdyfists · 3 years

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Who: @blxxdyfists and @witch-salazar

What: Salazar finds Isaac after a particularly rough rental, softness ensues. Eventually.

Where: Mainly Sal’s home.

When: A couple days before the Voyeur Party.

Salazar: To say that it has been a couple of busy days was an understatement, given all the council stuff and then explaining why he has beaten a demon to a pulp for a slave , or more like ignoring and not giving anyone a damn explanation, he felt drained.

What he didn't expect was to find a certain curly haired boy at the park, sitting on a bench....bruised as hell, said curly haired boy that moaned his name prettily and just for him a few weeks ago. Frowning he couldn't help but walk up to him "Did you fight a gorilla or something?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down at him.

Isaac: Isaac was exhausted, to the point where he felt like dead weight on his feet. He was in pain and banged up often enough that he generally didn't even feel much of it anymore, but his last run in with a Superior had done some pretty good damage- and it was all because he'd gotten involved in a mess that wasn't his. He didn't regret it, he rarely regretted picking a fight with a Superior, but it hadn't been this bad in a long time and Isaac was really feeling it. The demon Superior in question really hadn't taken too well to being clocked in the face right in front of the woman he was leering at, and though Isaac had thought his 'punishment' was over that night, the man had gone out of his way to rent him the next day to finish what he'd started. Isaac being Isaac, he fought it every second of the way, which was probably why he was so banged up. It hadn't mattered in the end anyway, the Superior had his way with him, while he was barely conscious and bleeding, holding him down and forcefully fucking the fight out of him. It wasn't the first time, but it'd been a while since it got that bad. And though he'd never admit it, towards the end he'd started imaging the man on top of him to be someone else, someone with long shaggy hair and an infuriating smirk, just to keep himself from begging his actual assailant to please, please stop.

So when the man in question appeared in front of him, Isaac almost thought he was just seeing things again. "Something like that," he replied after a long moment, too tired to be defiant. Well, sort of. "What do you want."

Salazar: This...was not the boy he was used to banter with, and that concerned him....even if he didn't know why. He kneeled in front of him and finally saw the extent of her damage "What happened?" He asked in a tone that said that he wouldn't accept anything but the truth.

Isaac looked...broken and he didn't know how to process that. Even if he was too defiant for this place there was a fire in him, always burning but now what he saw was a shell of that and it scared him.

Isaac: Isaac was staring hard at his lap, refusing to look up at the man, but when he kneeled in front of him, his gaze couldn't help but stray to Sal's face. He couldn't explain it, but he was almost...embarrassed to be seen this way by him. Broken and used in a way that he hadn't seen before. In his head, it was almost like a weakness, as if he was letting that Superior win by being so weak. He hated it. Hated even more that he almost wanted to cry. He hadn't done that in a long time though, he wasn't going to start now.

"I got in another fight, nothing new," he replied flatly- but the response came quick, without his usual sass or defiance. Clenching his jaw, Isaac looked away, his bruised hands fisting against his own thighs.

Salazar: He got shocked by how teary eyed the boy looked and that just made him look at him in concern. Looking down at Isaac's hands he frowned, they looked way worst than they ever had seen them.

Taking them softly in his he started chanting a spell to heal him, hating how that spell couldn't heal whatever had happened to him. Once he was done be opened his eyes and looked up at him "Tell me the truth" He whispered softly, still not letting go of his hands.

Isaac: Isaac instinctively flinched when Sal reached out to him, a look of fear passing over his boyish features before he could stop it. Though the look was gone in a second, it was clear that rental with the Demon had spooked him, even if he wouldn't admit that out loud. His eyes flickered up to the man's face, as if to bring himself back to the present, and then they dropped to their joined hands in time to watch his split knuckles literally close themselves up, not even a scar left when he was done. He'd been healed by a Vampire before, but this wasn't the same thing. It occurred to Isaac then that he barely knew anything about the man before him. And yet somehow, some way, in that moment he felt safe.

When he asked again, Isaac sighed, closing his eyes. "I really did get into a fight. At a diner, some asshole was harassing a waitress so I punched him. He punished me for it, I knew he would. I thought it was over, but then he-" Isaac paused, swallowing. "I guess he wasn't done with me so he rented me the next day... and he- It's whatever," he said, cutting himself off, his voice quiet, "hardly the first time."

Salazar: With every word that came out of his mouth he tightened his hold in the boy's hands, mindful not to hurt him. He agreed with all that was the slaves of a lesser species but he had his limits and this was one of them.

But when Isaac implied that he was...pretty much assaulted he saw red, to the point of a storm starting to come into the sky "Sick fuckers" He growled without standing up. After a moment he did and let go of the boy's hands "Come on" he said and started to walk to his house.

Isaac: For a second Isaac could only stare at Sal's back, a little caught off guard by the man's reaction. He wasn't sure what he expected his response was going to be, but it definitely wasn't that. He seemed...angry. Which wasn't anything new, he'd seen Sal pissed off at him a bunch of times during their past encounters. But this time was different. Sal wasn't angry at him, he was angry over him. And Isaac wasn't sure how to process that. And so for a long moment he didn't move from his position.

"Where?" he asked finally, his tone mildly apprehensive. After another long moment of hesitation, the boy found himself getting to his feet anyway, all long, gangly limbs and sharp angles. "I'm not in the mood for another fight."

Salazar: "Who said it was for a fight? I'm not even taking you to the gutters" he said and starting walking with him. Getting his hands inside his pockets. Why was he doing this? Why was he caring for him as if he were his? He hated feeling this much because it was all too confusing.

Isaac: He could've just refused to go, it wouldn't have been the first time he gave the man a hard time- in fact, Isaac couldn't remember a time where he wasn't butting heads with Sal. Or, well, he could remember one time, but he tried very hard to put that particular memory of the two of them in the showers out of his head. And yet he found himself slowly trailing behind the man, his movements a little stiff. "Where are you taking me then."

Salazar: "My house, or do you prefer to stay here and keep thinking about what happened?" He asked, turning to look at him over his shoulder. He wanted to get a reaction out of him, not just this shell of the person he was the last time he saw him.

Isaac: Isaac pressed his lips together at the response, but unlike his normal self, he didn't snap back, he didn't put up a fight. For someone like Sal who'd only ever engaged with him being combative, he was sure the difference would be striking, but he couldn't find the energy to care. And honestly, going to his home did sound better, if only because it meant he could stop constantly looking over his shoulder in fear that the Superior who'd done this to him would come looking for more.

And so, hands shoved into his pockets, Isaac walked behind Sal, his pace starting to slow down gradually. "Slow down," he mumbled after a short while, every part of him hating that he even had to ask. But everything hurt, and now his knees were shaking too, and all Isaac wanted was to be somewhere he could forget about it all.

Salazar: He stopped when the boy requested for him to slow down and walked back to him "Where does it hurt?" He whispered, a dangerous edge on his voice. He wanted nothing more than to find that demon that broke his- woah...what was that? Salazar shook his head to get rid of the thought but the knowledge that he was thinking that way made him feel things "Do you knoe the demon's name?"

Isaac: Isaac's eyes flickered up from where they were glued to the ground to meet Sal's eyes when the man was suddenly standing in front of him again. The urge to lie was there, to pretend like everything was fine, but what was the point? Sal wasn't stupid, he could see for himself the damage that was done- it'd just be a waste of energy to pretend otherwise. "...Everywhere..." he mumbled, barely audible as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably. His next question caught Isaac off guard momentarily, and he just blinked at the man for a couple seconds. "...I don't," he answered finally, his gaze dropping to the ground again, "but he had this tattoo. A snake, that winds up his arm and up the side of his neck- why?"

Salazar: "I'm going to kill him, that's why" he said, cupping his cheek in his hand, his green eyes a storm of rage for the one who broke this boy so deeply. He turned his back to him and crouched slightly "Hop on" he said, looking at him over his shoulder.

Isaac: "I don't need you to protect me," he replied after a moment, but he didn't pull away from the touch like he might’ve another time. Since his run in with the Superior, the idea of being touched made Isaac want to be sick, but somehow the feel of Sal's hand against his cheek brought on a sensation of...comfort. Safety. All things he vehemently denied needing or wanting, but in that moment he couldn't seem to help himself. Which was why he only hesitated for a moment before he was shuffling closer, gingerly draping himself over Sal's back and holding on tightly. "...if you expect me to owe you for this or something...I hope you know I have nothing to give. Nothing you'd want anyway."

Salazar: "I know, but i want to" he said, starting to walk once he had him secured on his back "Besides, if you try to do something you could get killed" he explained, looking ahead of them. Rolling his eyes he huffed "I don't want anything from you, i think I already you that"

Isaac: Pressing his lips together, Isaac fell silent as the man began to walk, surprisingly graceful as he moved so he didn't jostle around too much. "...I thought he would," he mumbled almost inaudibly when Sal mentioned that he could've gotten himself killed. Blowing out a breath, Isaac dropped his forehead to rest lightly against the man's shoulder as he made the way to his house. "Were you serious? About...going after the guy..?"

Salazar: "That's why he deserves to die" he said in a firm tone, his voice never wavering. It filled him with anger knowing just how far they would go just because they were superiors "Yes, I am. Why?"

Isaac: Isaac had meant it when he said he didn't need anyone to protect him, he also didn't need anyone fighting his fights. Such a sentiment from anyone else definitely would've had him snapping defensively, but when Sal said it...there was this weird fluttering in his belly, something he'd never felt before. He wasn't sure what to make of it, and he was pretty sure he didn't like it, but it caught him off guard enough that he didn't fight back. So at the question, Isaac let out a little breath, closing his eyes. "...no one's ever...cared enough..." he started quietly, almost too quiet to hear, "about me...didn't really expect you of all people to give a fuck..."

Salazar: "Why? because I fucked you against a wall in the Pitts? because I only bicker and argue with you?" He asked, huffing a laugh "Isaac, people have many sides, and I'm not a bad person, I might be a superior but I'm not a monster, even if you believe otherwise" He told him, not even trying to look at him "What my fellow superiors haven't realized is that they are becoming what they swore to destroy, and I'm not going to fall into that"

Isaac: That definitely wasn't what Isaac wanted to hear, mostly because it complicated things. It was a lot easier to believe that all the Superiors were the same destructive, violent assholes- hell, Isaac believed that about most humans too, which why he kept his distance from everyone, regardless of what they were. He would've been happy to believe Sal was just another Superior, but Isaac knew deep down that that wasn't the case. He'd felt it the first time they met. "You didn't- we didn't...fuck," he grumbled instead of acknowledging the rest of what was said, because it was easier to talk about the physical stuff. Unfortunately the comment led to him thinking about what happened the last time he and Sal were alone together, rutting together desperately until he literally came in his pants like a prepubescent teen, and he blushed hard- he was definitely grateful that the man couldn't see his face from this position.

Salazar: "We did kinda fuck, I agreed" he said with a teasing tone, smirking softly. On a serious note he needed to take Isaac to a doctor...even if he didn't believe it them too much in them "We're going to make a stop before going to my house" He told him making a detour on the way to his house.

Isaac: Isaac only grumbled under his breath at the response, hiding his face against the man's shoulder as he suddenly felt the urge to strangle him- what he didn't register in the moment was that flash of emotion was the closest he was to actually feeling something since what'd happened with the other Superior. It was almost like he was feeling himself again, back to wanting to bicker and fight with Sal instead of wanting to go curl up in a ball alone somewhere and pretend nothing and no one existed. It wasn't much, but it was something. "A stop?" he asked with a little frown, lifting his head to look around them apprehensively. "Where?"

Salazar: "A doctor, you need it" he said not leaving room for discussion. He wasn't going to risk taking the boy to his house without checking of he was fully okay first "I can feel you brooding, what's up?"

Isaac: Instantly he was bristling, tensing against Sal's back- and he only bristled more when the man called him out on brooding without even looking at him. "No doctors," he said in response, "I don't want them to-" Isaac cut himself off, grinding his teeth. The thought of having to let someone else see him like this, all of him, made his stomach turn. Clearly he looked bad enough to Sal even with his clothes on, he'd be damned if he was going to be vulnerable like that in front of some random doctor. Even if he did need some patching up. "...Can't you do it?" he mumbled finally, swallowing, hating that he was in a position to have to ask.

Salazar: "I wish I could but this is something that only a doctor can know" He explained, giving a soft squeeze on his leg hoping kt would reassure him a bit "I promise I'll be there...if you want me to" He offered even though he knew that if he saw the extent of the boy's injuries he would walk out of that hospital seeking blood, demon blood more specifically.

Isaac: "Some witch you are," he grumbled, dropping his forehead to the back of Sal's shoulder again and taking a deep breath. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was scared. It might've been dumb, it wasn't like the doctor was going to do anything to him (probably), but the uneasiness persisted. "I don't need you," he snapped at the offer, but his voice was small, unsure- very much not like him. "But...if you wanted to, I guess you could..." he added even quieter after a long pause, showing a glimpse of what he actually wanted, even if he couldn't admit it out loud.

Salazar: He smiled softly and nuzzled slightly on the back of his head "Yes, for my peace of mind, I'll do it" he told him softly. When they arrived at the hospital he let the boy down carefully and went to talk to a nurse to explain everything. Once he did he went back to where the boy was "They are waiting for you" He mumbled, offering him his hand for him to take.

Isaac: Isaac looked every bit the classic high school misfit, all long gangly limbs, wild curly locks, and a broody look on his battered face as he stood off to the side while Sal spoke with someone at the front desk. He didn't want to be there, and if there was any fight left in him he would've gone against it harder, but he was so tired. He just wanted it all to be over. When Sal wandered back to let him know they were ready, Isaac aimed a glower at the man- but it came out looking more lost than anything else. Giving the offered hand a hard look, he finally let out a little sigh before taking it, trying not to think too deeply into it as they made their way down the hall.

Once they were in the exam room, Isaac released Sal's hand, his sullen gaze glued to the floor as the nurse told him to strip and change into the gown. Once she was out of the room, Isaac turned so he wasn't facing Sal, hesitating for a moment before he started pulling his clothes off. As his shirt came off, the welts on his back came into view, a bright, angry red against his pale skin. When his pants followed, he'd be able to see the welts were worse over his ass, the skin bruised black and blue. Marks around his wrist from the ropes, bruises the shape of bite marks scattered all over. The Superior was smart, none of the damage would be permanent, but it didn't make the experience any less horrid. Naked, Isaac realized Sal was still holding the gown he was supposed to change into, and he pressed his lips together at the thought of having to face the man looking the way he did. Without meeting Sal's eyes, Isaac held his hand out silently for the gown, unable to help but wonder what was going on through the man's head.

Salazar: He tried not to react the moment he saw all the marked and bruises of the boy's body, he really was on the verge of committing homicide and she wouldn't even care, the way Isaac's body was completely...destroyed, albeit temporally, how much it must hurt him. He really was glad he was looking away from him because it gave him time to compose himself by the time he turned around to ask for the gown, he handed it to him and didn't say anything, not trusting himself to do so.

Isaac: He was almost...grateful that Sal didn't say anything. Every encounter they'd had so far, they couldn't seem to stop arguing and running their mouths. He couldn't remember having a civil conversation with the man even once, the two of them came together like a flame and kindling, each of them only firing the other up more and more. So this was...different. All of it was different. Slipping the gown on, Isaac braced his hands against the exam table in front of him, hiding a grimace as he shifted his weight. "I don't want to explain what happened," he said, breaking the long silence without looking back at Sal, "...to the doctor. They can treat me or whatever, but I'm not answering their stupid questions. I can't- I'm not going to talk about it."

Salazar: He got closer to him to move one curl from his face "You'll need to, Isaac" He said softly "At least what you consider it to be important information for them to know what they are dealing with" He sighed and pulled back, crossing his arms over his chest to let him know he wasn't going to let this slide.

Isaac: His dark gaze flickered over to Sal's when he felt him brush his hair, his expression half surprise at the action and half bitter at the response. He had a feeling that would be the case, but it didn't mean it sucked any less. "As if it isn't fucking obvious what happened," he snapped, not arguing necessarily but clearly frustrated over the situation. "I just- I'm just- ...tired." All at once he felt a prickling sensation behind his eyes, and he shoved down the flash of emotion, grinding his teeth so hard it was nearly audible.

Salazar: He didn't understand how but seeing Isaac so...broken awoke a protective instinct in him. That's why he did the first thing that crossed his mind and went up to him and wrapped his arms around him protectively "I promise after this we'll go to my house and you can rest all you want, okay?"

Isaac: As always, his first reaction to being touched was to want to fight, and for a moment every muscle in his body tensed as Sal drew him into his arms. But then as the seconds ticked on Isaac found himself caught up in how warm the man was. Isaac was always cold, even in the summertime- sometimes he wondered if it was just the darkness in his heart seeping through his body, numbing him from the inside out. But being wrapped up in Sal's arms felt like he was being thawed out by the sun after being lost in the arctic outdoors for months. And so for a moment he allowed himself the small weakness, pressing his bruised face into the side of Sal's neck and letting out a shaky exhale. His only response was to give a quick little nod, accepting the promise. He didn't trust himself to say anything, he was worried his voice would crack, but the simple (and surprising) comfort of Sal's embrace had him relaxing ever so slightly.

When the doctor finally showed up, knocking on the door, Isaac pulled away, his fists clenching defensively in a habit he just couldn't seem to break. Sure enough, the doctor asked a number of questions, and he, for the most part, answered all of them. Even if his responses were short and dry. He didn't try to punch the doctor at least, which was an improvement. Whenever he felt his patience starting to run thin, he'd look over at Sal standing nearby, watching the doctor like a hawk as she performed her assessments. Somehow it managed to help him stay calm.

Salazar: He didn't trusted doctors, never have and probably never will. But this time it was necessary for Isaac to get looked over by one. He stayed there, watching everything the doctor did and clenching his fist tighter and tighter with each response the boy gave her. If only killing another superior wouldn't land him in the gutters he would do it, but with him as a slave there was no way to protect his people and the people he has managed to start caring about.

Isaac: Isaac was far from an empath but he could almost feel the rage coming off Sal as he stood a short distance away. It was confusing enough that it distracted him from the doctor's uncomfortable questions and exams, even if it also made his head hurt to think about it for too long. Sal's response definitely didn't match up with what he'd come to expect from Superiors, and part of his foggy mind wondered if it was just an act to get under his skin. Still, there was an even tinier voice in the back of his mind whispering that it wasn't.

In the end, the doctor healed up the worst of his injuries, the ones that would keep him from working and being of use, naturally, but she left him with most of the visible bruises and didn't do much for the pain and soreness- apparently that's what 'treatment' meant in Firebrand, he of all people was used to it. When the doctor finally left the room, Isaac leaned heavily against the exam table, more exhausted than he was before. "I hate this place," he mumbled quietly under his breath.

Salazar: Once the doctor was out he buffed and got closer to him "Useless doctor" He mumbled, taking the boy's hands and started chanting, trying to ease his pain. That's why he didn't trust them, she only did what she had to make him usable again and he couldn't believe it.

Isaac: When Sal touched him, Isaac jumped out of instinct, still a little spooked from what'd happened and even more guarded than usual. Still, he didn't try to yank his hand away just yet, instead watching him tiredly as he started saying something under his breath. And then a warm feeling washed over him, the dull ache of pain slowly easing until it was more tolerable. Normally Isaac was all about the pain, it was the one thing that made him feel alive, but this sort of pain was different. It only served to remind him of what'd happened. So when Sal took it away...Isaac didn't really know what to think. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, his mind somehow focussed on the way his hands felt in Sal's. Clearly he really was tired if he was thinking about how nice that was too. "...thanks," he said, almost too quiet to be heard, as if it wounded his pride just to say it. Opening his eyes again, he held Sal's gaze for a long moment, their hands still joined. "Why are you helping me."

Salazar: Sighing he let go of his hands once he was sure that his pain was almost gone. At his question he frowned, why was he doing this? Maybe because he was starting to see how unfair all rules had been? Maybe because he was realizing that Superiors were acting just like humans did with all of them back then? "I don't know, I just am" He told him, voice and face serious not letting room for another question of the sorts.

Isaac: At the response, Isaac continued to watch Sal for a moment before he turned away, reaching for his clothes to change out of the gown. He hadn't meant to ask, the words just sort of came out of his mouth, but the answer left him even more confused. Every time he and Sal had crossed paths before, it ended in some sort of a fight, be it verbal or physical. That was easy, that was simple. But this? There was nothing simple about this situation, and the tone of Sal's voice told Isaac the man felt the same way. For once not pushing it, Isaac didn't question him further, only turning to him once he was dressed again. "Can we go now...?"

Salazar: Grateful that Isaac didn't talk back he nodded, taking his hand and guiding him out of the hospital, he would take care of the bill later. He needed to go back to the witch territory asap, he didn't feel safe in places like that.

Isaac: For once Isaac didn't protest, silently following when the man took his hand and led him off. The entire walk there, he brooded silently, trying to make sense of what was happening in the midst of dealing with everything else. It was exhausting, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. About him. Wondering why he was being so...nice. It was like he was a whole different person.

Isaac hadn't been in witch territory very often, funny enough the last time he was anywhere near there, it was because he'd run into Sal and they'd fought over something or another. When they were finally inside his house, Isaac shifted awkwardly, his sullen gaze flitting over the space. He didn't know what to do with himself, but right at that moment his stomach gave a loud grumble, and Isaac had the grace to blush slightly, the freckles standing out over his angular cheekbones.

Salazar: Taking off his jacket he took a moment to breath in in his surroundings, in the familiar smell of his house. He had been on edge since he found Isaac like so now that the y both were safe he felt he could breathe again.

Since everything wad in silence he managed to heard the rumbling of the boy's stomach, making him chuckle "Are you allergic to any food?" He asked, making his way to the kitchen.

Isaac: Too tired and too hungry to even pretend like he was going to protest, Isaac shook his head in answer to the question, his broad shoulders hunched over as he tucked his hand deep into the pockets of his worn sweats. Hesitating for just a moment, Isaac slowly trailed after Sal like a wayward duckling, following him into the kitchen and then lingering awkwardly in the doorway as he watched the man move about. It was so...weird seeing him like this, Isaac almost felt like he shouldn't be seeing him like this. It made him seem too...normal. "You know how to cook?" he said finally.

Salazar: Salazar actually laughed at that "Isaac baby, how do you think I survived for 521 years?" He asked, while pulling out of the fridge a small Tupperware with pasta sauce. Pulled out a pan from under the dishwasher and put the sauce there to defrost with the heat of the stove "You thought I had maids and stuff here?"

Isaac: He wanted to be surprised at how old the man was, but honestly he couldn't stop replaying the way he'd called him baby in his head. It should've disgusted him, honestly, instead he was horrified to find that it didn't. Not at all. Clearing his throat, he wandered closer, bracing his forearms against the counter across from where he was. "The other times I've been in Superior's houses, there were people working for them," he shrugged, idly plucking at one of the springy curls that lay against his forehead, "figured you would too I guess."

Salazar: He got closer to him and ran his hand through those messy curls absent mindedly "Pompous assholes, that's what they are" he said with a role of his eyes "As you can see I live alone, except for the random animal that waltz in here from the forest" he shrugged "Been like that since I arrived"

Isaac: Isaac stilled as Sal came closer, holding his breath without even thinking about it as the man ran his hand through his hair. When he was young, his mother would let him rest on her lap while she played with his curls, and then his older sister had caught on and did the same until the day she was killed. It'd been a long time since anyone touched him like that, but like muscle memory those fond memories of his childhood resurfaced, especially needed right then considering everything that happened. His eyes fluttered closed, and he leaned his head into the touch, unable to help himself, even if it was just for a moment. "Who taught you?"

Salazar: "My mom" he said looking down with a soft smile "You'd be surprised how much I had to do when I was a child and the head of the coven was a woman" memories of those days resurfaced, him going with his grandma to pick up the harvest, her teaching him how to do voodoo dolls in the safe way. It all actually made his chest feel tight with longing.

Isaac: He'd been so tense and high strung since the rental with the demon from the diner, even sleep didn't bring him peace as he tossed and turned with nightmares. But the gentle motion of Sal's broad hand in his hair felt like a warm hug, and Isaac enjoyed the feeling so much he forced himself to straighten up, a little caught off guard by what he was feeling. Clearing his throat again, Isaac rubbed the back of his neck, a light blush on his cheeks. "Where is she now? Your mom."

Salazar: At the question he tensed, pulling his hand away from the boy's hair and going to the stove to check on the sauce "Dead" he said without looking at him.

Isaac: Isaac wasn't sure what'd possessed him to ask about Sal's mother, in fact it caught him off guard because he wasn't the sort to pry into other people's business or ask personal questions- mainly because he wasn't the type to want to share any of that himself. But he'd been so caught up in Sal's comforting touch that he'd crossed that boundary unthinkingly- and it'd been a mistake, if the man's response was any indication. "Oh," he said after a beat of silence, knowing from personal experience that there was never any good way to respond to a confession like that. "...Sorry."

Salazar: Trying to breathe through his nose he nodded "It was a long time ago" He said, feeling how his hands started to shake. Who knew that after millenniums of that happening it still affected him as if it were yesterday.

Isaac: Somehow, Isaac could sense Sal's tenseness, even from where he was standing. "My mom's dead too," he found himself saying without looking over, again surprised with himself over the uncharacteristic openness. But the desire to help ease Sal's pain was there, at the root of it, even if Isaac couldn't realize that just yet. "And the rest of them. During the war."

Salazar: He frowned and turned around to look at him "Why?" He asked, knowing he didn’t need to be direct about this. In other circumstances he wouldn't be empathetic or anything. But right now he found himself wanting to be.

Isaac: "Why do you think?" he replied, but without his usual snarky sarcasm. Instead he just sounded weary, leaning heavily against the counter as he stared at his hands. "My dad was first, he was killed when a Super brought down the building we had our shop in," he started quietly, his voice far away. "Then my mom, while she was trying to buy my siblings and me more time to get away. Then my little brother when he was taken by a Vampire while we slept. It was just me and my older sister for a while- and then it was her turn."

In the many years that passed since the end of the war, Isaac had never once told anyone any of that before, instead keeping that burden on his own shoulders. He wasn't sure why he was telling Sal now, he was probably around for the war, killing humans himself, and yet there he was. "...I keep thinking my turn will come too, but I'm always just out of reach..."

Salazar: Listening to him talk made him think that maybe all they did was wrong, that they fucked up real bad during the war. Destroying the humans that wanted them dead was one thing but getting children, defenceless children, involved and killed? That was a whole other thing. "I- fuck" he mumbled, running his hand over his hair "I never knew it was that bad, I was....protecting my kind was my top priority and I wasn't focusing on anything else. It's not excuse, no" he looked back at him "I am afraid we all became what we hated the most"

Isaac: Whatever he'd been expecting Sal to say, it definitely hadn't been that, and Isaac actually looked over at him, his gaze unreadable. "Yea, well, the side that's winning hardly pays attention to shit like that," he said after a long pause, shrugging a slender shoulder and averting his gaze back down to the counter he was leaning against. But the humans weren't blameless, they'd tried to suppress the Supernaturals and set the war in motion. It was why Isaac's distain wasn't reserved for just Superiors- he hated everyone. At least, he was mostly sure that was still true. Blowing out a breath, Isaac ran a hand through his hair, unable to help but wish it was Sal's hand instead of his own, even if the thought was fleeting. "Whatever. It's not like any of it can be fixed now. The dead are dead and the rest of us just have to deal with it."

Salazar: "And carry the burden with us too" he said absent mindedly. Because of the way his family died he had been conditioned to hate humans to an extreme, never wanting anything good for them. And yet here he was, helping one and to be honest wanting to jump him in a not very violent way. He moved to put the water for the pasta and came back with a beer for the boy "Here, so you can relax a bit. I won't bite you...unless you ask'

Isaac: "I think I've had enough biting for a now, thanks," he mumbled, the worn t-shirt he wore only revealing one of the many bruises and bite marks the demon had left on him- the doctor hadn't seen any reason to heal them, of course. Isaac hated being marked, and the only time anyone came close to being an exception to that, it was Sal. Even now, the idea appealed to some part of him, but he just wasn't ready for that yet. It was too soon. Still, he took the beer with a quiet thanks, taking a long swing from the bottle. "...you live here alone?"

Salazar: "Fuck yeah, wrong joke" he said and made a face, what an asshole he must seem after doing a comment like that. Going to check on the food and seeing that the water was boiling he went to look for a bag of pasta "Yeah, all by myself" he said with a small chuckle "why?"

Isaac: At the comment Isaac pulled a face, straightening from where he was leaning against the counter to pace further away, studying the walls of the large kitchen. He wasn't sure if he was letting the exhaustion get to his head, but he needed to remember that Sal was still a Superior at the end of the day. One who'd admitted to killing, whatever the reasons may be. It was because of people like him that his family was dead, and he couldn't forget that- no matter how warm he felt whenever he was near the man. "Wouldn't be the first time one of you had slaves laying around like house pets," he replied without looking over- the demon who'd rented him had a number of humans in his house, after all. Claims. The very idea made Isaac's skin crawl. "You should get a dog. Maybe it'll rub off on you."

Salazar: "No, I still have my three spots for claims free" He mumbled, tensing slightly because he knew exactly what the boy meant "I am in no interest of owning people to serve me" he said with a frown. At his comment he couldn't help but snort a laugh "I'm more of a cat person, but some wolves do come here sometimes"

Isaac: Isaac wasn't so sure yet how genuine the Witch's response was, there could've been tons of reasons he didn't have claims yet. Ones that had nothing to do with him actually respecting the slaves...and yet a tiny voice in the back of his mind reminded him where he was, and what the man had done for him. He didn't need to do any of it. Clearing his throat, Isaac shook his head, as if trying to dispel the notion as he continued to pace through the kitchen. When Sal mentioned he was a cat person, Isaac nearly scoffed because he was the same. Isaac was too moody and sullen for a dog, he was definitely more of a cat person. Literally. But thinking about any similarities between them wasn't helping his cluttered thoughts. "I need to shower," he stated then, turning to look at him, of course too bratty to actually ask for it. But it was the truth, because ever since he'd gotten back from the rental he felt like he couldn't get clean enough, couldn't wash the demon off his skin. That feeling was starting to creep up on him now, and the discomfort was evident on his face and the way he rubbed at his bruised arms.

Salazar: "By the end of the corridor, last door to the left" he said, turning to look at him "Grab whatever you need from the closet and there are towels in the bathroom" he said with a soft smile.

Isaac: The fact that Sal hadn't made a fuss about the way he'd went about asking told him that the man was playing nice, he just couldn't figure out why. If he hadn't been so tired, he definitely would've tried to pick a fight just to get back to their normal, but as it was, the gentler treatment was...almost nice. Nodding, Isaac finished off his beer before turning and padding down the hallway.

Isaac had lost track of how long he'd been in the shower when he finally exited the washroom, and then he spent even more time just standing there in a towel, marvelling about how normal the man's room looked. As if he was expecting torture devices and sex swings to be laying about. It was weird to be in there alone, almost...intimate, and that thought alone spurred him into motion, moving to the closet like Sal had mentioned.

When he finally made his way back to the kitchen, Isaac hesitated at the doorway for a moment before entering. He was wearing a pair of Sal's shorts and one of his t-shirts, the fabric hanging loose on his lanky frame. His hair was still wet, the curls more defined, and his feet were bare. As if he was in his own home. "That smells good," he said when he spotted the finished dishes, trying hard not to think about how good he smelled himself after using Sal's body wash and dressing in his clothes. It was surprisingly distracting, and there was definitely a blush on his cheeks because of it.

Salazar: Sal had gone and taken a quick shower in the other room, opting for just using a pair of grey sweatpants. Chuckling at the boy's comment he went to sit down but then got caught in how...good he looked, shaking his head he went and sat down "come here or it'll get cold" he said, sounding like the old man he deep down was.

Isaac: Without any protest, Isaac obeyed, shuffling across the room and sinking into the offered seat. He was starving, and the food admittedly smelled, and looked, amazing. He definitely didn't expect the man to be able to pull something like this off, and once again he was left wondering exactly how much there was to him that didn't meet the eye. Uncaring of how close they were sitting, or how comfortably domestic it felt, Isaac was quick to pick up his fork. His mother had instilled enough manners in him that he remembered to wait for Sal to settle and join him, but once he was, the boy was digging in.

Salazar: Salazar started to eat, trying to not feel his heart clench at how famished the boy looked, like he hasn't eaten something good in ages.

Once they were done he got up and collected the dishes and putted them on the dishwasher to wash. Noticing how the boy looked really tired he ran his hand through his curls as a way to get his attention "Wanna go rest? It's pretty late already"

Isaac: Isaac couldn't remember food tasting so good since his mother had been around to cook for them, and he'd cleared his plate and asked for seconds before they were finally done. All at once the exhaustion from the day hit right along with the itis, and he was starting to nod off where he sat. His response to being touched usually involved violence, but right then he did the exact opposite, leaning into the touch like a kitten that finally decided it wanted a cuddle instead of hissing and scratching. "'Kay," he mumbled obediently again, easing himself to his feet with some effort and rubbing one of his closed fists against his eye. "It's...okay if I stay...?" he asked tentatively.

Salazar: "Of course it is, I didn't bring you here to throw you out again" he said sighing "You can use the spare bedroom of you want, is the one on the left right side of my door"

Isaac: The offer of the spare room surprised him, because he'd been sure the man would've tried to sneak him into his own bed. What surprised him more was the faintest hint of disappointment in the pit of his belly. But it was for the best that they kept their distance he told himself, walking with Sal down the hallway and pausing where they'd go their separate ways. With one hand on the doorknob, Isaac hesitated for a moment before looking over his shoulder at the older man. "...thanks," he mumbled, so quietly it was barely audible, before disappearing into the room.

Salazar: Sal let out a breath he didn't know he was holding while getting to his room. He went straight to the bed and took off bis pants, leaving him in only tight black briefs. He pulled the covers and laid down, covering his eyes with his tattooed arm and falling asleep in seconds since he were more than tired.

Isaac: Like the past few days, Isaac fell into a restless, fitful sleep. He was exhausted enough that his body physically fell into unconsciousness, but his mind didn't seem to get the memo. And like all the nights since his rental, the nightmares came creeping in soon enough, phantom hands reaching for him under the covers, holding him down, using him, hurting him. Isaac woke with a strangled sob caught in his throat, his eyelashes wet with gathered tears. And though he quickly realized it was just another nightmare, the frustration set in as well. He'd barely been able to get any sleep lately because of the dreams, and he was so tired and so frustrated that the tears spilled over onto his cheeks. Without even realizing it, Isaac found himself on the other side of Sal's door soon enough, his eyes glassy with tears and exhaustion, somehow managing to look so small despite his height. The moment the door opened, he spoke, not giving himself the chance to chicken out. "I-I can't sleep..."

Salazar: Salazar got up from the bed as soon as he heard knocking on his door, his hair a mess and in only his boxers he opened the door and was confused when he saw the boy and when he heard him he nodded, letting him get inside "Get on the bed, you can sleep with me" he whispered, his voice hoarser than normal.

Isaac: Isaac only hesitated for a split second before he was shuffling into the room and onto the bed, crawling under the covers. If he thought he was surrounded by Sal's scent before, after showering with his body wash and wearing his clothes, it was nothing compared to being in his bed with the covers pulled up to his chin. Laying on his back, Isaac stared up at the ceiling, unable to look over at the man just yet. "...sorry..." he mumbled quietly under his breath, apologizing for intruding so late in the night.

Salazar: Seeing the boy like that really woke him up but he still followed him into the bed, getting in beside him. Getting on his side and resting his head on his palm to look at him better he shook his head "Don’t worry I don't mind" he mumbled into the dark "Want to talk about it?"

Isaac: Though he could feel the man's eyes on him, Isaac continued to stare up at the ceiling, his eyes reddened from the lack of sleep and frustrated tears from earlier. The last time he'd voluntarily slept beside someone, it was his sister, the night before she was killed. He hadn't planned to end up in Sal's bed when he'd knocked on his door, actually he had no idea what he was thinking at the time, but now that he was there, Isaac was almost surprised at how...normal it felt. Clearing his throat, he shrugged a shoulder dismissively, still staring at the ceiling. "Nothing to talk about," he replied, his voice softer than usual. "I'm just...tired," he added, his voice a near whisper, and it was clear he didn't just mean with the lack of sleep, "so tired..."

Salazar: Biting his lip he moved, passing his arm over his chest so he could put his hand on his temple "Close your eyes" he whispered in his hear before pressing his forehead against his free temple and then started chanting a spell that would help the boy fall asleep. Once he finished he stayed like that, stroking soft curls and not being able to pull back.

Isaac: His eyes finally darted over to the other when he felt his hand against his face, caught off guard by the action. Isaac had thought Sal would press the matter, would try to force him to tell the whole truth, so when he did this instead, he wasn't sure what to think. Before he could ask what was going on, Isaac suddenly felt a peaceful calmness taking over his body, the jumble of noisy thoughts in his head going silent. All at once he felt the exhaustion set in, and this time, he could feel the pull of sleep. The brush of Sal's fingers against his scalp only lulled him closer to that edge of consciousness, and pretty soon Isaac couldn't tell whether he was still awake or dreaming. Which was why it was easy for him to give in to the impulse to roll over onto his side facing the man, his body curling close.

Salazar: As soon as Isaac's body was curled into him he gave in into the need to wrap his arms around him in a protective way, like trying to shield him from the world. That's how sleep found him again, cuddling the younger boy and an ounce of shame or anxiousness visibly in neither of them.

Isaac: The spell Sal had used worked like a charm, and Isaac had what might’ve been the most peaceful sleep he had in a long time. It was almost as if the man's embrace warded away his demons- but they found a way to creep back in during the early hours of the morning. His breathing started to pick up until he was panting, his expression that'd once been peaceful contorted into anguish. "No, no, no," he mumbled in his sleep, his long arm flailing out, "please. please!"

Salazar: Sal was awake the moment an arm snaked him, ready to attack but when he heard the boy's voice he calmed down. Moving Isaac gently while whispering his name so he could pull him out from the nightmare and calling him louder when that didn't happen until he finally woke up "Hey hey, everything is okay. You are not with him anymore"

Isaac: For a split second, the moment he woke, Isaac was back in that rental, and he was laying beside a different man. For that second his face morphed into panic, his hands balled into fists and trying to shove him away- and then he heard his voice, he'd know that annoying sound anywhere. Only it wasn't all that annoying at all, and it soothed him enough that he settled, breathing hard as unshed tears glistened in his eyes. "Fuck," he mumbled under his breath, bringing a hand up to cover his face. He hated that he was behaving this way, hated that he was being so vulnerable, but he'd been bottling up his feelings for so long that this was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. Choking back a sob, Isaac tried to push Sal away, not wanting him to see him this way.

Salazar: "Hey it's okay, come here" he whispered tenderly, wrapping his arms around him in a protective way, like trying to hide him away from all the nightmares "Want to talk about it? Or about anything?" He whispered, stroking the soft curls that now smell like him, like his and that was something he wasn't going to dwell on, not now at least.

Isaac: It might've been a cliche, but the honest truth was that this was a long time coming. Even as a kid, he'd never been as open as his siblings and parents, but they'd loved him anyway, accepted that as a part of him. He let them in, even if it wasn't in his nature, because he loved them. When they died, there was no one left that he care to share himself with, and so he closed that part away, choosing to bottle everything up. A person could only keep it together for so long, and Isaac had been teetering on a violent precipice for a long time now. When Sal initially reached for him, the boy angrily shoved away his hands as the tears clung to his long eyelashes. But Sal was unrelenting, his presence firm and strong and warm. He was so warm, and Isaac felt ice cold. So it really didn't take long for him to finally give in, a choked sob in the back of his throat as he let the Witch pull him close. He couldn't even decipher what he was saying in the moment, but all that mattered was that he was there and he was holding him like he cared, and Isaac was too distraught to question why that was. Instead he pressed his face into the side of Sal's neck and let the tears fall.

Salazar: "Shhh it's okay baby, I'm here" he whispered gently, holding the crying boy to him as much as it was comfortably possible. It broke his heart to see him like this and he was at lost, as empathetic as he was he didn't know what to say or do besides just be there so he did, being a solid presence for the boy to lean on.

Isaac: Once Isaac finally accepted the comfort Sal was offering, it was like the dam broke, sobs shaking his lanky form as he clung to him. He wasn't even sure anymore if the tears were because of his traumatic rental, but it was likely everything that'd built up over the years- and boy was there a lot of it. Pressed so close he wasn't sure where he ended and the Witch began, he allowed himself to be vulnerable for once, to just let go.

Salazar: Letting the boy cry it all out he started singing softly, a lullaby his mother used to sing to him when he was little and one that he would never forget. He didn’t know how long it was but he never stopped, all the while stroking the boy's hair and back.

Isaac: For a long while Isaac didn't register anything but Salazar's warm, protective embrace. He felt shielded from the universe, he felt...safe. He didn't think that was possible with anyone after his family passed, let alone with a Superior. A Council member no less. But in that moment all the 'hows' and 'whys' didn't matter, because under the tough, prickly exterior, even Isaac wanted to be comforted and held. It was when he was starting to calm down that he registered the gentle singing, and he sniffled softly as Sal's voice soothed him. He had no clue how long they were laying together like that, with the Witch crooning the gentle lullaby and Isaac curled close to his chest, but he felt a sense of peace settle over him like a warm blanket, and his racing heart finally started to slow down again. The crying had left him exhausted, but it was also cathartic in a way- definitely didn't mean he was going to make a habit out of it though. "I-um...Sorry..." he whispered without pulling away, his long, wet lashes fluttering against the side of Sal's neck.

Salazar: He had noticed the boy calming down but never stopped the comforting caresses or the singing. He realized that this wasn't just because of the abuse, but all the things he went through since he became a slave. Pulling him closer when he apologized, he shook his head "You have nothing to be sorry for"

Isaac: There was a part of him, a very big part of him, that wanted to run and hide in the aftermath. A part of him that wanted to get up and leave, even if it meant getting in trouble when he got back to his cell for being out without a Superior so late. He wasn't used to this, wasn't used to letting someone see him so vulnerable, so raw. There was a tiny part of himself that acknowledged that it scared him even. But then he felt Salazar's arms tightening around him, pulling him closer, and almost like magic, those thoughts and worries all seemed to quiet down. Maybe he'd let himself have this, even if it was just for one night, even if he'd never talk about it again. "I don't even- I wasn't...expecting all that," he mumbled softly, his head still nestled against the side of his neck.

Salazar: Moving one arm to cover them more with the blanket he kept stroking his hair with the other "You've been bottling up for too long, you had to drain it out" he explained, moving to look down at him with soft eyes "We a need that sometimes"

Isaac: It made sense, Sal was obviously right, but it was still something so incredibly foreign to him- he couldn't even remember ever breaking down like that with his family. "Well I hope I never have to do it again, it fucking sucked," he complained with what was almost a pout, snuggling closer to Sal's chest without even really registering that he was doing it. "...what were you singing...?"

Salazar: He couldn't help but chuckle softly at what the boy said, but deep down agreed with him "Yeah, letting out everything you have buried for so long could suck. I don't know because I haven't done it" he said with a small frown. Resting his head against his and pulling him closer he hummed "A lullaby my mom used to sing to me when I was little"

Isaac: Isaac went silent for a moment at that, unsure how he was supposed to respond to the confession that the man hadn't tried it himself. It implied that he had his darkness as well, that he was bottling it up. It gave them something in common, and Isaac was caught between struggling not to care and feeling this inexplicable connection to him. "My mom used to sing to us too, a different lullaby I think," he replied after a long moment, one of his hands sliding along Sal's forearm, absently tracing the lines of his tattoos with his fingertips, without even realizing he was doing it. "It was...nice. I'm- uh, sorry you lost your mom too..."

Salazar: "We were lucky to have the moms we did, I'm certain of that" he whispered, stroking his hair softly. He smiled softly when be felt the tentative touch, finding himself enjoying it "You like them?" He asked in a light teasing tone before sobering up a little at his apology "It's- don't worry, it wasn't your fault"

Isaac: "If it wasn't for the stupid war, maybe we'd still have them," he mumbled, his voice soft, full of yearning. Isaac seemed to be deep in thought for a moment, only snapping himself out of it at Sal's teasing tone. His fingers instantly froze, and a pretty blush spread over his freckled cheeks at having been caught. "Uh. I- They're- nice, I guess," he answered quickly, chewing on his lip in embarrassment even if he didn't move his hand off the man's arm just yet. "Do they...mean anything?"

Salazar: "I...I didn't lose her because of the war" He mumbled, frowning softly "I lost her a long, long time ago, I was actually 30 something when it happened" he explained biting his lip. Chuckling he nodded "Some are healing runes, others are places from my country, quotes that mean something to me"

Isaac: "So you were young too," he mused, not having meant to say it out loud but unable to take it back now. "Do you ever wonder if you would've turned out different if she'd...been around...?" he asked, his voice almost too quiet, eyes focussed intently on the lines of Sal's tattoos as he absently started to trace them with his fingertips again. "What's a healing rune?"

Salazar: "Not as young as you but yes, I still needed her" He mumbled before frowning "I still need her" he corrected. Thinking for a moment he hummed "Maybe? I mean I was meant to be the head witch of my coven and I stepped up into that role way before she died so the only difference is that I wouldn't feel lonely" it was the first time he opened up so much to someone after his family died and it was...odd. deciding to focus on his tattoos he cleared his throat "They help me heal from bad injuries, they are linked to my magic and I can used both water and air to activate them"

Isaac: "Head witch?" he asked after a pause, his fingers stilling against Sal's arm for a moment before they continued to trace his tattoos. Isaac didn't exactly know all the ins and outs of how Supernaturals operated, but after being enslaved in Firebrand since he was 13, he picked up on a few things. Like the fact that the Witches had smaller units called covens, and that covens had leaders. Crazy powerful ones. But outside of that, Isaac didn't know much about the specifics. He was a little caught off guard when Sal mentioned feeling lonely, because in his mind the man could have anything and everything he wanted, had the means to fix any problem he had. But something about the admission made his chest hurt, because Isaac knew all too well what loneliness felt like. He'd been all alone since the last of his family passed, and even despite being surrounded by people on the daily, Isaac had always felt detached from everything and everyone. Considering it a small blessing when Sal changed the subject, because he could sense how the admission had affected the man, Isaac cleared his throat as well. "Must be nice. Having magic," he said finally, "don't most Witches only have only one element they can use?"

Salazar: "Yeah, I was back then and I'm now the leader of the witches. Have been since the war and all this city established" he explained, this side of the story didn't hurt, this side of the story he could tell it in the most monotone way because it wasn't something that cut him deeply, and everyone could call him a hypocrite for it. Humming softly and closing him eyes, focusing on the way the boy traced his tattoos he chuckled, his lips curling into a smug smile "I'm not like most witches"

Isaac: At that, Isaac actually pulled back to meet Sal's eyes, almost as if to gauge how serious he was being. For the most part he lumped all Superiors into one category, but even he wasn't stupid enough to completely ignore the hierarchy among them. Sal was on the Council, he knew that, so he knew by default he had to be powerful, they all were. But to be the Supreme? He was cuddling with the fucking Supreme, honestly Isaac was half wondering if he was dreaming. "Aren't you supposed to hate me or some shit," he blurted, not accusing but genuinely wanting to know. This couldn't be...normal. What they were doing. "Humans, I mean. Why are you- why are you doing this...?"

Salazar: He sighed and sat up to rest against the head of the bed "I did, I hated them, you" he said, looking down at him "or traitors in general but humans...I had my valid reasons to hate them. But since meeting you and-" He shook his head, this was not the place to be talking about someone else "I've had to revaluate my beliefs, what I thought was good or bad and which side was right" he told him, his hand going to his cheek and cupping it gently "As to why I do this....something tells me I need to, I need to see that you are safe, that I can protect you in a way"

Isaac: As Sal sat up, Isaac had a fleeting moment where he wondered if he should've just kept his mouth shut. Something told him he'd cracked open a box they'd been set on locking away all this time, through all their interactions. They'd been dancing around something for a while now, even he couldn't deny that, no matter how much he tried to. "Re-evaluate your beliefs..." he repeated, his voice soft as he shifted so he was sitting up as well, looking surprisingly small in Sal's oversized shirt despite his long, lanky limbs. "Didn't think that was possible," he said, lifting his gaze to Sal's as the man cupped his cheek, instinctively tilting his head into the touch. "I don't need to be protected, you know. I can take care of myself," he added, typical of him, but it was without his usual fiery heat, almost as if he knew on some level that that wasn't true at all. But it'd been a long time since anyone had taken care of him, since he let anyone take care of him. It wasn't going to be an easy process. He fell silent for a long moment, and then- "I...guess you're not as shitty as some of them..."

Salazar: He knew it wasn't time to smile or anything but the look of confusion on the boy's face was kinda amusing to him "Well, surprise I guess?" He said with a soft chuckle. Letting his thumb wander to his bottom lip he bit down on his own, frowning when Isaac said he could take care of himself "I know you can" which was a whole lie because no slave could "But the thing is...you don't have to, you know?" He explained, clearing his throat before giving him a sideway smile and chuckling "Thank you?"

Isaac: Isaac didn't have words for what he was feeling in that moment, but his chest was tight, heart hammering away against his ribs as he listened to Salazar speak. 'You don't have to. It was hard for him to even consider something like that after he'd spent so many years fending for himself, living life as if it was him against the world. Maybe once upon a time, when he was still a young dumb teenager, he had a tiny sliver of hope, a tiny crack in the concrete walls he had up around himself. The city took care of that last ray of hope pretty quickly, and it'd been a long time since Isaac even considered anything different for himself. He was okay with the way things were, he preferred it. So why did he feel an unfamiliar yearning in his chest at the way Sal looked at him? At the way he touched him? Isaac was so used to people putting their hands on him in violence and anger and lust that he almost forgot what it felt like to be caressed. To be held. "It's...always been just me," he said softly after a long moment, his lips moving against Sal's thumb as he spoke, "since my family died, I mean, it's just me, I don't- think I...know how to be any different..."

Salazar: He couldn't decipher what was going on inside Isaac's head but he could see the walls start cracking, even a tiny bit "You can learn...if you want" He mumbled, his hand never leaving his face, now more than ever he needed to do something to keep him safe, it was like a switch has been turned on and he was sure he didn't want to turn it back off.

Isaac: The inner turmoil and weariness from the past few days had him looking even younger than he already was, fragile in a way he never let anyone else see. The world knew Isaac as an apathetic, masochistic, defiant brat with a death wish, and he never cared to change that. He was fine with being that and nothing else, fine with keeping everyone at arms length. He still felt that way, he knew that much, and so he really wasn't expecting to feel a pang of longing at Sal's words, the tiniest flicker of something in his chest. "I- I'm...not exactly a good student," he mumbled after a long pause, uncertainty written all over his angular face- but it wasn't a no. It had to count for something.

Salazar: He moved and got closer to him slowly, trying not to spook him given all the shit he had been through before. Cupping the side of his face with his hand he moved it so they were looking at each other and he finally could stare at those shiny but sad and broken eyes, the shiniest yet hollow brown staring back at him and in that moment he felt it all click, he wanted Isaac to be as happy as he could, to feel human and free again "I've heard I'm a great and very patient teacher" he whispered, resting his forehead against his.

Isaac: It was a hard switch to flip in his head, considering his previous encounters with Superiors. More often than not they just took from him, used him. It was all take, take, take for them, regardless of what it would cost the other person- they were selfish, it was all Isaac knew from the time he was just a kid. And yet here was a Superior offering to give, he wasn't sure how to wrap his head around that. Isaac never claimed to be a good judge of character, simply because he wasn't social enough to get the hang of it, but something in his heart told him Sal meant it. Maybe he'd blame it on the exhaustion in the morning, but in that moment he was just too tired to keep pushing him away, too tired of pushing everyone away. So instead he shuffled in closer, shifting so he was all but sitting in the man's lap, curling close to his chest. "You sure that's not just your ego talking?" he asked softly after a moment, the faintest hint of bratty teasing to his tone as he felt himself starting to relax.

Salazar: Opening his arms when he moved to his lap, pulling him as close as he could and stroking his back softly, chuckling he shook his head "I'm pretty sure it isn't" he mumbled, resting his head against his. Breathing in he hid his face in the crock of the boy's neck, feeling at ease like this with him between his arms, he felt like Isaac belong with him and he would do whatever it took to keep him that way, but given how stubborn Isaac was he knew it wasn't going to be a walk in the park

Isaac: Isaac didn't have words for what he was feeling, and for someone who generally didn't feel much, he didn't really know how to handle it all. All he knew for certain was that there was an unmistakable calmness that settled over him as Sal held him close, something he hadn't felt in a long, long time. But in the lateness of the night, it was easy to brush aside all the questions, all the uncertainty, and focus on what was there, on what he could touch, what he could feel. "You must not get out much if you're spending your time with someone like me," he commented without moving from his position snuggled close on the man's lap.

Salazar: Shaking his head he tightened his hold on him "I want to be here because you are here" he whispered, his lips gracing the skin of the boy's neck "And you make it sound like you are the worst person here, if it makes you feel better between the two of us, I am worst" he said, tired of the boy thinking less of himself just because of his attitude to the world.

Isaac: "I don't think I'm the worst person here, I just think I'm...I dunno, nobody..." The confession came softly, and if they hadn't been sitting so close, the man might've even missed it. Isaac wasn't the self-deprecating type, but he'd lost himself and his sense of meaning when his family was killed. He'd only been a boy, he'd needed so much guidance and instead he'd been locked up and used. He didn't really think much of anything, but that included himself- it wasn't really a surprise considering that he lacked any sort of self-preservation, and actual will to live. He'd always felt like a ghost- and now it was like Salazar was breathing life back into him. "And you're...not that bad. Y'know, compared to some of the others."

Salazar: He pulled back slightly and took the boy's face between his hands to make him look at him "You are somebody, someone who fights everyday not to feel anything, someone who would rather be with his family, because yes I've seen you fight and you fight to get killed" He said, his eyes filled with worry "But haven't you thought that maybe you mean to be alive?" He asked, stroking his cheeks softly "I too lived like that for centuries after my family died but then I realized that they would want me to live to honor them, and maybe your family would want you to do the same" he smiled and then rolled his eyes, his smile turning into a smirk "Just admit you like me"

Isaac: Though he might've known it inwardly, it was a little jarring to have someone else call him out on the way he fought, on the way he went about his life, seemingly tempting fate to do away with him. A look of something like guilt and shame flickered in his eyes at the look on Sal's face, at the clear worry- it'd been a long time since someone had looked at him like that, like they cared. "I don't like you at all, old man," he replied instead, but the look in his eyes would make it clear that he meant the opposite, conveying with his body what he wasn't ready to admit out loud yet. Holding Sal's gaze for another moment, Isaac leaned in hesitantly to brush his lips against the corner of his mouth, lingering before pulling back a little. "You...lost your family too?" he asked tentatively, wondering if it'd been more than just his mother.

Salazar: Given the way his eyes were soft and not hard and stubborn like before he could totally see through them "of course you don't" he said, smiling softly at the barely there kiss the boy pressed against the corner of his mouth, he was dying to kiss him properly but given what had happen he didn't wanted to force him. At the mention of his family he looked down, clearing his throat and nodding "I lost everyone, Isaac" he mumbled, looking up at him "Just like you"

Isaac: As miserable of a person Isaac could be sometimes, he still would never wish the pain of losing family on anyone. He could see for himself that that pain still lingered in Sal, and all at once he couldn't help this feeling inside him that made him want to help somehow. Maybe it was because he knew that pain intimately, had felt it every day since he was thirteen. Without thinking too much about it, he reached up to cup the Witch's face, stroking his cheeks lightly with his thumbs. "...I'm sorry," he whispered, resting their foreheads together, for once in his life wishing he had the words to comfort him the way he wanted to, "it...still hurts, doesn't it..."

Salazar: Leaning into the touch his hands gripped tightly at the fabric of his clothes and nodded "Every fucking day" he whispered, his voice a little broken. It was hard, so hard to talk about then even after centuries of having lost them, of having lost everything.

Isaac: Even as a child, back when his family was still alive, Isaac hadn't been very emotionally aware. When he was sad or hurt, he never really cried, and when his siblings did, he was never sure how to help comfort them. But he'd learned on thing from them, that sometimes just being there was enough, and so he let that guide him as he wrapped his arms around Sal, shifting to straddle his lap so he could hold the man closer. "...it fucking sucks..." he whispered after a long moment, his lips brushing Sal's temple as he tried desperately to, for once in his life, comfort someone because the sight of him like this did all sorts of things to him.

Salazar: He didn't know when he started crying, all he knows is that the moment Isaac straddle him he held onto him, sobbing against his neck because even if he knew it was okay he still felt ashamed of crumbling down like this. He wrapped his arms around him to pull him flush against him and nodded "It does, it fucking does" he mumbled, broken voice mixed with small sobs.

Isaac: He didn't realize it in the moment, but that twisty feeling in his gut was him wishing he knew how to take away the pain- he didn't like seeing Sal this way, and that feeling was so visceral, so instinctive that it surprised even himself. All he could do was wind his long arms tighter around him, holding him so close that he couldn't figure out where he ended and the Witch began. The surprises seemed to keep coming because Isaac could feel a distinctive prickling at the backs of his eyes seconds before they welled with tears at how heartbroken Sal sounded. "I- I'm sorry," he stuttered, the fingers of one hand sliding into the man's hair as his lips pressed against the side of his head, "I'm so fucking sorry...I just- tell me what to do," he asked, almost desperately, "tell me how to make it stop hurting."

Salazar: Noticing that the boy had started crying too he pulled back slightly "Hey no, no please babyboy don't cry" he mumbled, whipping away the younger's tears from his face "Not for me, not after all I did to you when we first met"

Isaac: Isaac hadn't even realized a couple tears had slipped down his cheek until Sal wiped them away, and he was almost bewildered at his reaction- now that was something new. "I'm not crying," I mumbled, sniffling as he wiped away a stray tear on Sal's cheek in turn, his jaw clenched tightly as he willed himself to get a grip. "It wasn't like you were the only one being an ass, you know..." he added when Sal mentioned their turbulent relationship- if he could even call it that. "No one deserves to lose their family..." he said softly, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Sal's, "I just- I can't explain it, I fucking hate seeing you like this..."

Salazar: He smiled softly at the denial and nodded, not wanting to contradict him. Frowning at him he huffed "I almost choke you, Isaac" he whispered, regret evident in his voice. Breathing in as soon as he felt the boy close the space between them he shook his head "No one does" he whispered, his eyes closed before snorting a soft laugh "Funny because I can't see you like this too. I knew I felt...something when I saw you fighting one day and saw how much you wanted to die and it broke me"

Isaac: At his response Isaac let out a little chuckle. "Not to be a downer, but lots of people here have done worse to me than choking me you know...I'm used to it," he said with a shrug, even if part of him knew it wasn't normal to be used to something like that. It was his reality though. When Sal called him out for his self-destructive ways, Isaac fell silent for a long moment. "...I don't know how to fix that..." he started with a whisper, unable to look the man in the eyes as he spoke, "...sometimes it's like I just- I can't feel anything, you know? I feel nothing...just numb and indifferent...all the time- it's like the only time I feel anything at all is when I'm bloody and bruised..."

Salazar: "And thinking about it makes my blood boil" he said with a frown, his protective side coming to the surface. As the boy spoke, his heart broke time and time again while his hand never stopped caressing his face or his thigh but not in a sexual way "We act like that because we had nothing to lose, not even ourselves because we died the same moment they did" he mumbled, knowing how he felt because he had been the same, reckless and without a care in his own life.

Isaac: Isaac wasn't exactly used to having someone care what happened to him, not since the last of his family died. But the tone of Sal's voice hinted at something genuine, and where Isaac instinctively wanted to believe the opposite, even he couldn't pretend that he didn't feel it. Isaac remained silent as Sal spoke, mainly because it was slowly dawning on him that they were more alike than he'd initially thought possible- maybe that was why they were always butting heads. For someone who'd grown accustomed to feeling like it was always him against the world, it was something he'd never considered or thought was possible. But there was something about the way Sal spoke, something about the sincerity in his tone that made Isaac lean forward, wrapping his arms around the man and resting their foreheads together. "It all just fucking sucks..." he whispered, speaking for both of them, "I...wish I didn't feel this way...wish you didn't feel it either..."

Salazar: Never in his 500 and so years of life, would he thought that that the person who would understand this side of him would end up a human, the same species that made his life a living hell but that was life for you. He bit his lip because even though it wasn't the time for it he really wanted to kiss him, having him so close was doing things to but he knew that it wouldn't be correct "But life is like that, we just have to learn to live with this"

Isaac: "Guess I'm just...not very good at dealing with shit," he said after a moment, as if that would be news to Sal. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that, despite his sass and prickly exterior, Isaac as skittish as a baby deer caught in headlights. He had an avoidant personality, and rather than deal with any emotions or conflicts that came up, he chose to ignore it, run away from it, or get himself so banged up that he couldn't think about it anymore. "How?" he asked softly, meeting Sal's eyes. "When I was younger, I...I used to actually try you know," he admitted for the first time, leaning in to bury his face against the side of Sal's neck, "I used to try to get past it, tried to convince myself it was what my family would've wanted for me...but nothing worked, daddy...nothing took that feeling away...What if I'm just...stuck like this...?"

Salazar: The moment he called him daddy without any sexual connotation he felt something blossom in his chest and he knew, he knew that he wouldn’t let him go, that be was his even if things were bumpy but he was certain. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, in a protective way and with that he swore to never let anything happen to him "You are not stuck like this, you just haven't let yourself mourn" he whispered "We have to mourn them, babyboy"

Isaac: Isaac took a shaky breath, clenching his teeth so hard his angular jaw only appeared more so as he tried to contain all the emotions. It had already been such an overwhelming day, after dealing with his rental from hell and then laying himself bare for Sal, he didn't know if he had any more to give. Or rather, he was scared to give any more, because he was scared of how much he wanted to with the man. He was scared of how easy it was to lay in his arms, how safe he felt, how protected. So while part of him wanted to pull away out of fear, the other part wanted to do the exact opposite- and the latter won out as Sal's arms tightened around him, Isaac allowing himself to be held once more. "I-I can't," he whispered, even as his eyes flooded with tears once more and he buried his face into the side of his neck again. He knew his family was never coming back, had known for years, but mourning them was a step he didn't know if he could take. But he wasn't alone, not this time. "Fuck, I- I miss them," he whispered as the tears fell, "I miss them so fucking much..."

Salazar: Rocking them back and forth softly he stroked his hair tenderly "Yes you can, because you are not alone anymore" he whispered, nuzzling the side of his head "I'll be with you and I'll heal with you" he promised, meaning every word he was saying. Letting him cry all he wanted, he just held him close to him and whispered calming words against his ear "I know baby, i know you do. And you always will, but with time it'll get easier"

Isaac: He didn't know what to say in response to being told that he wouldn't be alone anymore and so he stayed silent, allowing Sal to comfort him. Isaac being Isaac there was still some degree of wariness there, stubborn creature that he was, but for the moment at least, it was exactly what he needed to hear. So for the second time that night, he clung to the Witch, tears slipping down his freckled cheeks as he cried for the family he'd lost far too soon. "Did it get easier for you...?" he asked eventually, sniffling, "you said it'll get better but...did it?"

Salazar: "Isaac, I need to learn that too" he mumbled, not letting him go "I’ve spent my life after their dead trying to focus on everything but when I'm alone with nothing to do it all comes back" he sighed, resting against the cushiony back rest of the bed "That's why I try not to be alone"

Isaac: "I guess we’re different in that way, I just want to be alone all the time," he said with a little sigh, watching Sal as he leaned back against the headboard. His face was still pink with all the crying, eyes weary with exhaustion, and yet he couldn't bring himself to regret what'd just happened between them. At least not yet anyway. Unable to help himself, Isaac reached out to smooth a lock of Sal's hair back from his face, tucking it behind his ear. "So you're saying we can...learn together...?"

Salazar: "I can't, everything comes to haunt me. And the worst part is that I always come back alone" he let out a bitter chuckle and leaned into the boy's touch before nodding "That's exactly what I'm saying"

Isaac: "You're not alone either you know," he blurted before he could stop himself, almost as if his body responded to Sal's words quicker than his mind did. More instinctively. Clearing his throat, Isaac looked away, running a hand through his own curls this time. "I mean...if we're going to do this together I mean...you're not going to be alone. I'm- I don't want you to feel alone."

Salazar: He couldn't help but smile at the boy's words, taking his face gently by the chin to make him look at him "We'll have each other, right?" He mumbled, leaning in and giving him a soft kiss. Pulling back as soon as he kissed him he stroked his cheek, thumb sweeping over those gold freckles "I don't want you to feel alone either"

Isaac: Isaac wrinkled his nose in what was almost a pout when Sal smiled at his little slip up, but was appeased with the little kiss just as quickly- he almost couldn't recognize himself and the way he was acting, but in all honesty, he felt different when he was with Sal. He couldn't explain it. "I guess we do," he replied, holding Sal's gaze for a long moment before he leaned in to give him a tentative kiss before speaking against his lips, "...thank you..."

Salazar: Kissing him back when he initiated the kiss he smiled, giving him another before pulling back again "You don't have to thank me " he said in all honesty, taking his hand and kissing it "I think we should go back to sleep, I have work tomorrow" he said with a chuckle.

Isaac: "Sucks for you," he teased, his lips twitching upwards as he held Sal's gaze for another moment. Stealing one last, fleeting kiss, Isaac was shifting with the man so they were laying down again, all wrapped up in one another in a tangle of limbs. It'd been a long time since he'd actually slept with someone, and where he once was so sure he'd hate it, he almost didn't mind it. Not with him at least. With a newfound sense of calmness settling around him, it didn't take long for Isaac to fall into a deep sleep.

The next time he woke up, the birds were chirping, the sun already past the horizon. He'd slept so soundly that he hadn't woken up once, which wasn't something that happened often for him. It took him a second to get his bearings, and when he did, he slowly registered the strong embrace, the warm body curled protectively around his. Sal's eyes were still closed, still asleep as far as he could tell, and so he took the opportunity to admire his handsome face, so close that he could count the man's lashes. But then all the events of the night started coming back, and something twisted in his gut. It'd been a lot, it was a lot, and Isaac being Isaac, he didn't deal with these sorts of things very well. He needed time to think, to brood. And so, as slowly as he could, Isaac slipped out of Sal's arms and off the bed, checking every few seconds to make sure the man was still asleep. Hesitating at the bedside, he couldn't resist the impulse to lean down and bush his lips against Sal's cheek, lingering for a moment- and then he was gone.

Salazar: Sal sleep like he never managed to do when he was alone, he often barely spelt up to 4 hours each night but when he was with someone it was like he could let go. That didn't mean that he was asleep when the boy woke up but decided to pretend because he knew that Isaac didn't need to confront all the things that happened the night before first thing in the morning.

So he let him, he let him slip out of his hold and walk around, but what he didn't expect was the feeling of a pair of now very familiar lips against his cheek and that made him smile even despite himself, but even then he didn't stop him from leaving because if he was honest the both of them needed to pounder over what had happened between them.

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dangan-happy · 3 years

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Kirby Kirby Kirby, that's the name you should know!

For Kazuichi, Ibuki and Kaito. Recently I've been feeling very incapable. I knoe the possible reasons for me being like this, but still... friends my age would chat with my parents and I wouldn't understand a thing. People half my age say I can't do anything. I never learned to climb trees or swim or ride a bike or take a bus or cook. I can't even walk alone near my house because my sense of direction is that bad and I'm scared of everything. I know I have my reasons but I can't help but feel useless and stupid yknow? I haven't felt equal to anyone in years and it's just embarassing... Yeah i do know that most of these things I can just learn and get used to with time, but its hard to have any confidence when I look at how ridiculous I am right know. Some encouragement would help. :(

What's up bro! Aw man, I'm really sorry to hear that you're feeling that way. I know how it feels, and it sucks to go through. Hey, it's a good thing that you know some possible reasons. That's one step to figuring all this stuff out, so take that as a positive! Are your friends talking about more "adult" concepts with your parents? Like politics or whatever? It sucks to have that happen to you. I have those kinds of conversations with my friends all the time. They can be talking about something super science-y, and I'm standing there, nodding, pretending I know exactly what they mean while I'm thinking, "Man, what the hell are they even saying?!" So yeah, I've been there. I'd keep track of what the topics are, so you can go back later, do a little research and figure out what's what with that, so the next time that topic comes up, you're a little better prepared. Makes sense, right! Wow, there are some freaking rude people who are half your age! Isn't respect your elders still a thing? They should learn how to do that. Take what they say with a grain of salt. They don't have any right to comment on you, and they haven't even lived as long as you have! That's just some unnecessary commenting from unhelpful people who most likely have no idea what they're talking about. I'd ignore them as much as you can. Hey, people learn stuff at different rates! It's all good! Tree climbing isn't really a necessary skill for everyday life. I never really learned either. The first time I climbed a tree I was like, fourteen I think. And I literally just went at it, climbed up, and then went, "Shit, how do I get down?" and long story short, I had to be rescued. It isn't too hard, you just gotta make sure that you only climb on the sturdy branches, and make sure you can get down if you want to climb higher.

Riding a bike is something you can easily learn. They literally have classes for that kind of thing for people who didn't learn when they were younger. The same goes for swimming! There's lots of classes and resources out there for things like that. Since those are things you can use a lot in everyday life, I totally recommend giving those a try. Good news! Taking the bus and cooking are fairly easy things you can learn to do on your own. There's loads of cooking tutorials on youtube and stuff, and taking the bus is way easier than it sounds. You just gotta figure out the routes, the times, and where you wanna go! It might take a few tries, but you'll get the hang of it pretty quickly. Same goes for cooking! Practice makes perfect! There's always gps for not getting lost. I'm that guy with literally no sense of direction, so I use gps for literally everything. It's ok if you need some things to give you a little extra help. Sometimes it's just like that, you know?

Do you have a list of things you're scared of? If you know what you're most scared of, you can start working on that. Getting over fears is hard, I still can't be in the dark alone for longer than twenty seconds, but if it's a fear that's stopping you from living life to the fullest, it's something to work on. Therapists are good for that kind of thing, so if you think it's a fear you can't get over on your own, I'd look into some more professional help. Hey, you're not stupid or worthless at all. Some people just learn things later, and that's totally ok! I literally didn't learn to tie my shoes until I was twelve, because velcro is a thing that exists. Being "equal" to someone is subjective. Even if you're a little lacking in some areas, you're top of the class in others! We all have talents and skill levels that are different. And the good news is that you can always keep learning stuff! Use that embarrassment as motivation to learn the things you want to, take a bad thing and make it good, you know?

You're not ridiculous at all, I promise. There's nothing wrong with taking a little longer to learn things. However, you are right on one thing, you can easily learn to do these things! You just gotta believe in yourself bro. Sure, it's gonna take a little work, but you can totally do this. There's nothing stopping you or making you lesser than anyone else, ok? I know you can do this. You're perfectly fine as a person right now, and with new skills you're going to be even awesomer!! Spell check told me that awesomer is not a word, but it is now. You can do this, you're going to do it, and you're gonna be successful! I believe in you, and I'll be cheering you on the whole time!! Now go take some life and kick its ass! That sounded better in my head, but I'm gonna leave it. You can do whatever you put your mind to, you just gotta believe!

#danganronpa #danganronpa roleplay blog #ask #kaito momota #mod kaito

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gotnofucks · 3 years

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Hey. Virgin reader this side. In your experience, does size really matter? Someone suggested I should find a guy with a small penis to lose my v card and that just scared me. I'm embarrassed to ask but ya knoe 👉🏻👈🏻

Hi Nonnie!

First, you don't need to 'find' a guy to lose your virginity to. That makes it sound like a task. It will happen when you're ready for it, so don't go asking guys if they have a small penis 🙈😝

From my own personal experience, size doesn't matter that much. For women to orgasm, we need more than just penetration. As long as your partner is attentive to your needs and comfort, it should be enjoyable.

I've heard it from many friends that a too large penis can be very hard to handle and can also be painful. Haven't really experienced a very large one for myself so I can't really say. I don't thing bigger always means better, just like shorter doesn't always mean bad. I think it all depends on your personal preference.

As for you being scared of losing your virginity, don't worry. If you're cautious, using lots (LOTS!) of lube, protection and have an open conversation with your partner, it shouldn't hurt that much. I've read that for some women it doesn't hurt at all.

Just be sure that it is something you really want and with a person you trust. Contrary to what you may read in books, it's not something 'life changing'. Virginity, like a lot of things in life is overrated. For us girls especially, since society has always wanted to censure us and make sure we don't "do it" before marriage.

Hope I could help clear your doubts a little. Wishing you the best love 💕

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obsidiancreates · 4 years

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Okay. Time to get deep and personal, y'all.

I ain't doing great with the self care, and it's my own fault, because I just... don't care.

I don't know exactly when it got real bad but I think sometime around when AHWM came out I couldn't get myself to give a shit anymore. Like, I've always sucked at self care, but at least I used to try and actually care. But uh, that... ism't as much the case anymore.

Don't know why it happened. It just did. Uh, I keep hating myself a lot. Just random bursts of self hatred. It sucks and I don't knoe if it's a sympton or a cause. Certainly making it worse though.

And the not caring for myself is affecting the time I can spend on here talking to my friends.

Holy shit so I'm listening to 3 Peens in a Pod as I type this and Bob said "Don't lump me in with that guy," about Wade but Jack and Wade said it sounded like he meant not to lump him in with himself, so Bob said "Yeah I hate that guy. God, I hate myself, go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself!" And he was making a joke but holy shit that's shit my head has been saying to me, what a fucking coincidental time to hear that.

Anyway,

It's affecting my ability to interact with my friends and that makes me feel bad and hate myself more.

Not to say I've been depressed, though. I literally have laughter tears in my eyes right now over this 3 Peens episode as Wade, Bob, and Jack work tpgether to make Mark have to imagine Trump's asshole with a wig and tiny hands to quote "claw things into it's maw."

Very glad I can't picture things in my head with actual visuals, lol.

So it hasn't been an all-encompassing "Everything is bad and I want to die," kind of deal. Just... "I don't like you, me, who cares if you sleep or eat you suck anyway bitch."

And it is all in second person, by the way. Which I feel is important. Not "I hate myself," but "I hate you."

And it isn't avoiding eating, either. If food is offered I'll eat, you know? But it is a matter of "Bleh, whatever, if I have to even just open a snack bar it's not worth it, I just won't eat for hours."

Anyway.

That's why I've been kinda off and weird lately.

But I kinda hit a low a couple nights ago, stayed up until 5 and had that intense self hatred and uh I hadn't cut my nails in a while so now I have a big scab on my collar bone because I just scratched and dug at it for a bit. So... that's bad.

So I'm gonna try and start caring about myself again. If any of ypu have advice on how to do that I would be very grateful, I have no idea how to stop hating on myself when I know there's no reason to hate myself but I do anyway, or how to fight apathy over my well-being.

#self harm tw #Self harm mention #personal

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Pinky Promise (request)

Request: Can I request a mark tuan scenario where he's a doctor and his girlfriend is a cop and they argue cause he's worried about her chasing criminals and they almost break up, but then they make up? Thanks! Hope this makes sense lol

Author's note: I don't knoe too much about law enforcement so sorry if there are inaccuracies and stuff.

Word Count: 2023

“Ouch, ouch, ouch!” you winced in only a minute amount of pain as you slowly slid the sleeve of your coat over your wound of the day.

The cut running down most of your forearm was no big deal (at least that was what you were telling everyone, including yourself). It was a small price to pay in order to do what you did today; chase after a low life, follow them into some dark dirty alley, corner them, wait for them to realize they have been caught, then cuff them. And well, you probably got a cut on your arm from hitting the edge of a dumpster, but as mentioned earlier, it was all part of the job.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna at least wrap that up?” your partner asked. “That cut is pretty nasty looking.”

You let out a playful scoff. “Nah, I’m good. We both know I’ve gotten worse than this before.”

“Oh, so the first aid kit under the sergeant’s desk isn’t good enough for you and that doctor boyfriend of yours?” he joked.

“Oh please, you should hear the arguments we have over him wanting to clean up my cuts and stuff and I won't let him.”

Jaebum, or Jb for short now that you were close partners, looked down at you with a teasing look of disapproval. “Gosh I remember the first day I had to work with you. I saw you and thought, “That person right there… is probably a stubborn little asshole”, and boy was I right.” he laughed, giving you a playful pat on the back. “I really feel sorry for your boyfriend… I’m heading out already, but make sure you get that thing cleaned up. I don't want excuses tomorrow!” he said as he walked out.

“Night!” you called out, gathering your own things so you can head home.

The ride back proved to be uncomfortable. The cut kept rubbing up against your coat sleeve. It was still so raw and sensitive that any little bump on the road sent waves of fiery pain up your arm. It would probably be best to have that “boyfriend doctor of yours” look at it. The only thing was that you didn't want him to get all worried over you. He had a bad habit of overreacting to any little thing you came home with.

Now at your door, you took a deep breath before stepping inside. You needed a second to prepare for the full on lecture you were going to get about “being more careful about your surroundings”, “making sure to have rubbing alcohol in the police car”, “Did you at least rinse the cut out?” and all that other concerned whining.

“Hi baby!” you smiled a bit too overenthusiastically when you walked in to find your boyfriend, Mark, slumped on the couch.

“Hi!” he said with a tired smile.

It was easy to see how exhausted he was. He hadn’t even changed out of his work clothes yet.

It was a safe bet to leave your coat on. You didn't want to rile him up so soon. As casually as you could, you sat next to him and pulled him into a side hug; it was all just to make sure you wouldn’t bring your wounded arm into contact with him. “How was everything at the hospital today?” you asked with a quick peck.

“Busy, as always.” he huffed. “And how was your day?”

“Same. I had to chase some stupid ass punk today, so that was pretty exciting.”

Your boyfriend sat up. He was already more alert over hearing this piece of information. He always got this way. Any little story you had that sounded any bit dangerous, put him on edge.

“And you’re okay right? The douche didn’t hurt you or anything?”

“Baby, I’m fine. I just got a cut, but other than that, I’m good.”

“Cut? Where? Did he have a knife on him? Did you fight with him?”. Now he was in a panic. You could feel his body get all tense.

“Mark, calm down. I think I might have cut my arm running past a dumpster, that's all.”

“A dumpster?!? Do you even know how dirty- Ugh! Just let me take a look at it. I need to see how bad it is.”

You rolled your eyes at him. For someone that was chill 99% of the time, he had his over dramatic moments.

You slowly took off your coat. Yes, the cut still hurt and it actually looked more irritated than before. You’re skin was all red and swollen. It honestly looked kind of gross now.

“Bathroom now!” He said sternly.

Without listening to your opposing pleas, Mark grabbed your good arm and dragged you behind him towards the master bathroom. That place was more his mini doctor's office than it was a bathroom, but hey that was the “perk” of him being a doctor.

“Why is this not wrapped up?” his voice was already in that lecturing tone. He didn’t even look at you though, his focus was on your arm. He was in the zone, grabbing all these bandages and oils and stuff from the cabinets.

“Cuz- I don’t know- it didn’t hurt at the time.” you couldn’t think of a better excuse. “Not that I really had time cuz like right after, we got called in for a domestic abuse thing.”

“Did you at least wash it out later?” he grumbled as he continued to work his magic on your arm.

“...No” you said guiltily.

And in what felt like seconds, he was done, but he wasn’t happy. He looked up at you with a clenched jaw. You were actually surprised by how pissed he was. Sure he’s always nagged at you to be more careful, but he was never like this. “Why not?” he asked in a low voice.

“... Just cuz.” you said timidly. He aura was so intense now you were honestly a bit intimidated.

“Dammit y/n, you do know that could get infected right?!?

“Yes.” you groaned.

“So why not take care of it?!? Why are you so stubborn about taking care of yourself? This has to be the third time this week that I have to bandage you up. You know much I hate that? I hate seeing you hurt! Everyday is some new scary story of how you can home cut up or bruised up or almost got shot or almost got in a car accident!”

You stayed quiet and kept your head hung low.

“I am really starting to hate that you’re a cop.” he continued. “I don't know why you put yourself through this. I- I don’t why you’re still on the force. I would have thought you would have switched over to a desk job by now.”

You looked up at him with furrowed brows. The topic of you being a cop has come up before. Mark has expressed how much he prefers you aren't one, but it was more of a joking manner. But now he was serious about it… and that didn’t make you very happy.

“I don’t see why you won’t quit that job already.” he added.

“W- why would I want to quit?”

“Pft! Because it’s dangerous!”

“So?!?”

“What do you mean so? Do you have any idea how worried I am over you every day? And then to have to come home to you all beat up? I hate it! I would much rather you just be here or something. Like- like you don’t have to work! I make enough for the both of us!”

“What?!? Not work?” And now you were pissed. “So then what do you expect me to do?”

“Well- I don’t know.” he stuttered “I mean- I don’t mean don’t work but like- ugh- I don't care what you do or don't do as long as you aren't doing what you're doing now.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “I can’t believe you are actually saying this. I- I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this.” you said as you walked out of the bathroom.

“Babe, wait!” Mark followed after you “Can’t you at least think about it some more?”

You spun back at him “No I dont wanna fucking “think about it”! How dare you ask me something like that! You very much knew what my job was when we started dating and you had no problem with it then. But if you don't want a girlfriend that’s a cop, well then get a new girlfriend!” you spat.

Instantly his face fell. “What? No!” He closed the space between you two. He tried to reach for you but you pulled away. “Baby, I don't want to do that! I love you. I just want you safe!” he pleaded.

“Mark, if you really loved me, you wouldn't be asking me to quit my job! How would you feel if I asked you to quit being a doctor?”

“But that's different! My life isn't constantly on the line!”

“Um, yes it is! Everyday you walk into a building filled with sick people. It's literally covered with - with germs and- and disease. And like you might accidentally poke yourself with a needle and get hiv. You might get attacked by a belligerent patient. You've told me so many stories of stuff like that happening. And how many times have you gotten assaulted by the family members of dying patients?”

“Twice” he said reluctantly.

“Exactly! There was that “6 foot, 300 pound guy” that tried to beat you up when his wife died after giving birth and there was that mother that smacked you when you told her her son passed. And let’s not forget about that creepy guy that literally threatened to kill you after you told him his daughter's condition was getting worse!”

Now it was him that stayed quiet.

“Do you have any idea of what your asking of me right now?!? For as long as I remember, I have wanted to be a cop. Believe it or not, graduating of the academy is like, one of the best days in my life. I love being a cop. I love wearing my uniform and driving around with Jb. I love pulling over asshole drivers and tackling down piece of shut people and bringing in assholes that beat on their kids or spouse. Sure, I don't like the stupid paperwork, but I love the thrill of what I do. I love knowing that I am saving people, that I am protecting them… isn't that the same reason you became a doctor?”

“...Yeah…” his sighed. “You- You’re right. You’re right. Totally right. Y/n, I’m sorry. It’s just, I worry about you that’s all.”

“Yeah, I know, but that doesn’t give you a right to try to control me.”

Mark sat down at the edge of the bed. He was completely deflated, almost like how he was when you got home. “I know…”

You felt a bit bad seeing him look so defeated. His intentions were good, he was just worried about you overall.

You let out a long. The weight of the argument was heavy on your shoulders. You started at him for a while as you tried to get yourself calm before you said anything you would regret.

Eventually though, you went over and sat next to him. With your good arm, you pulled him into a side hug. He rested his pouty face on your head and for a long moment the both of you were quiet.

“I’m sorry.” he repeated, this time wrapping his arms around you. “I really crossed the line today. Everything came out wrong and I'm really sorry.”

“... I mean, I could have been more careful. I really should have washed it out at least. How about this, from now on I truly promise to be more careful at work?” You suggested holding your pinky out to him.

A small smile grew on his face and his pinky wrapped around yours. “And I promise to not overreact and get all controlling and ask you to quit your job.”

-Admin Boat

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