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elaemae · 2 months

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The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.

[Twst x Obey Me!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 6

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: PROLOGUE 5

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CW: ANYTIME that MC is referred with male address or pronouns it's going to be color blue. There's also a shit-ton of cursing here.

You can feel your blood pressure ascending into the Celestial Realm (faster than a newly deceased good person) as this Azul Asheng-something mf drags you into his oh-so-fancy "Monstro Lounge" while you're just peacefully trying to fuck off from his dorm.

You were unfortunately curious enough to go poke your head into the mirrors leading to the dorms to see what they've got and use it as inspiration, but then this greasy-ass bitch sadly spotted you and literally hounded you to go in.

You would've socked him in the face for a second time but it turns out that he's a pretty important figure in this school.

You don't really wanna get in trouble for doing that.

(You may be able to do it to Crowley but you don't know if this attempted-bangle-thief has influential parents or something.. Crowley meanwhile, acts pretty parent-less for you.)

You are keeping an eye on him though.

If he tries any bullshit then he's getting his ass kicked.

Social hierarchy be damned.

You didn't rein in 10 demons, 3 angels, The greatest sorcerer in all of humanity and The literal fuckin grim reaper, (who're all constantly dragging you onto bullshit as either an accomplice or the baby-sitter) just for some dude in an Emo-friendly-cut-my-life-into-pieces college to best you.

• • • •

Jade did a double-take.

"..."

He blinked.

Azul is sending him SOS signals by blinking morse code at him.

Jade rubbed his eyes for a few seconds.

"..."

Nope, still the same.

Azul: *Blinking for help intensifies*

...Pft–

He bit his lip to stop his laughter from escaping.

Who would've thought that he'll see a day where his precious housewarden is having his face passive-aggresively squished and kneaded by a new student? And also, probably getting himself threatened based on the eerie smile on the students' face.

Azul should be grateful that floyd isn't here, lest he'll have two people on his hands that are more than happy to squish him around. He should be grateful there isn't anyone else around, really.. Lest the reputation he took so long to build crumbles.

Oh he can just imagine it at the top of his head.. The poor octo-mer will probably combust from embarrassment and maybe even go find himself an octo-pot that he can shimmy himself into.. oh how he misses those days...

(Elae: I'm just imagining baby Azul shimmying into a lil pot.. Ugh, so adorable I'm getting cute aggression.)

He does eventually step in to stop the student from treating Azul's face like a squishy piece of dough He took a couple of pictures ofc. he ain't an amateur, but not before almost getting his own face fall victim to the new students' hands.

• • • •

"You try this shit again and see what happens." You smiled at him as you squished his face.

He's still holding onto your wrists but he seems to have given up from escaping your passive-aggresive face massage. Instead, he seems to have settled in blinking so fast he can almost fly with his eyelashes.

This bitch really had the audacity to try and get you to sell your jewelry to him in exchange for a room in his frankly unimpressive dorm. (You have more than a dozen rich and powerful simps. A dorm in a college ain't gonna be enough to impress you anymore.)

"— I know that you must not have any money to pay but maybe we can compromise, it's gonna be hard for you and your friend (Yuu) to keep staying in the infirmary after all.."

"We can manage—"

"And my benevolence will not allow me to let some poor unfortunate souls be without accommodations... So what if, for a week of stay each, you give me your jewelry in retur—"

You got so pissed at the audacity that you almost strangled him but changed your tactic into a hateful squeezing the last second. (You can't be reported for physically violent behavior rn.)

He speaks as if the entirety of this college and its dorms can actually be worth even a single piece of the ring in your left hand.

But seriously? 15,000 madols (that's the price Azul told you) for one night of stay?? If you're gonna be paying that much money for a single room, then that room better solve all your problems, fulfill your greatest ambitions and then suck your imaginary dick afterwards.

Your annoyed musings were cut off when a hand tries to remove your grip from Azul's face.

You absent-mindedly reach your other hand, trying to deliver another kneading to a new victim.

• • • • •

Azul covers his face with his hand, embarrassed of how the situation played out.

It doesn't help that Floyd is cackling like a deranged maniac at him right now.

Thank goodness they're in his office.

"Can you stOp?!"

Poor bbg was so embarrassed his voice cracked :<

Hmph.

Jokes on you, even if he got embarrassed today he still got closer to your jewelry.

And now, he can 100% confirm that those ornaments aren't just for decorations.

The strong magic from your rings that were pressed against his face confirmed it.

Those things are definitely custom-made magical artifacts of the highest caliber.

Now.. How to get them...

• • • • •

You stopped walking, feeling someone's gaze on you.

Looking around discreetly, you didn't see anyone but you can still feel the eyes on your form.

Yeah no.

You continue on, ignoring the feeling of being watched, but not going to dark places or spots where you'll be all alone.

Time to check in on Yuu and their unwilling gang of window cleaners.

See if they're done already.

The sun is starting to go down, after all.

• • • • •

Mc... We're going to come find you.

Don't worry..

Please stay safe..

Please don't forget that we love you more than anything else in existence..

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EDIT: WTF WHY DID THIS CHAPTER GET POSTED?! I SAVED IT IN THE GODDAMN DRAFTS THIS AIN'T SUPPOSED TO BE DONE YET WHAT THE HELL?!

Oh welp, ain't nothing I can do about it now..

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Tagging isn't working for some reason so I can't tag some of y'all. The usernames I tagged just fuckin disappearing.

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celaenaeiln · 7 months

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Ok so I guess this is a weird question, but what do you think about wally and dick being in a relationship? would it be healthy? would it last long? all those types of questions. I've been getting into dc recently, and I've been starting to realize alot of people ship those two, admittedly I can see why, I'm starting to like them too. Pretty sure I saw someone call them every Dick Grayson/Wally West stan "required phase", it would be a life if I said I didn't snort at that. But I've been curious if they would even work out, with their plans for their lives being so different, clashing with each other

Absolutely!

In fact I think that if Dick and Wally ever got into a canonical relationship, they would never ever break up which would be a massive problem for DC because DC needs their IT boy Dick Grayson to be shipped with as many people as possible. lol.

No but really the reason they're so great together is because Wally really, really cares about Dick's mental health. He's canonically made it his mission to make sure Dick is happy and safe and he loves his best friend so much. Dick has grown up with wally since they were tiny kids and he knows every detail of Wally's life and loves him. The Flash Plus comic is just the two of them being best buddies.

So considering the amount of love and care Wally and Dick have for each other. In Titans (2016) Wally literally writes a love letter to Dick. (they call it a friendship letter but c'mon who're they tryna fool.)

Titans (2016) Issue #15

Do you know what Wally does? He literally turns back time in order to prevent Dick from dying. Wally is retiring because he has a heart condition. He can't run. He can't be the flash anymore.

But.

Titans (2016) Issue #15

For Dick he killed himself.

I genuinely don't think it's possible for Dick to have a healthier relationship with anyone than he does with Wally. They're like cotton candy, white snow, salsa mix love. The purest, softest, fluffiest romance with a whirlpool of fun and excitement.

Something Wally mourns a lot in the comics is his loss of contact with Dick.

The Flash (1987) Issue #210

The reason they don't talk as much is because Wally is busy with Linda and Dick can't just third wheel a marriage. I mean he sort of already does but anymore than now and he would be living with them. Permanently.

I think the only issue they would have is the different cities. Neither of them would be willing to move because Wally loves Central City and Dick loves Bludhaven. However they would still be able to maintain a long distance relationship easily because even as friends they go on annual vacations, just the two of them, simply to hang out with each other. Also the occasional drop ins.

As soon as Wally heard Dick and Barbara broke up-

Nightwing (1996) Issue #88

The only time Dick and Wally have fought is when Dick is refusing self-care and Wally is so mad at him for neglecting his mental health. But even then it's more of a - fine. I'm leaving you alone for now until you get your stuff together. I know you can do it. - type thing. They would definitely work out despite the separate cities thing because Wally has unconditional trust and love for Dick and Dick loves Wally .just as much.

Besides, living in two cities is no problem for a speedster

Nightwing (2016) Issue #15

They're the classic childhood friends to lovers trope without all the backstabbing and betrayal stuff you see in movies. It doesn't matter if people even ship them or not at this point because if you asked them they would probably just marry each other and call it "bromance."

#dick grayson #nightwing #wally west #the flash #birdflash #thanks for the ask!#cl anon asks

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brodieland · 10 days

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Hai!!! could you please write hcs about Leo Valdez with a punk reader?

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 "Have I ever told you how good it feels to hold you..." ´ˎ˗

Leo Valdez x Fem!Dionysus!Reader Synopsis: Punk reader headcannons!!!! Warning(s): nothing I don't think, I might be reforming idk Word Count: 795 A/N: 2 post in one day?? grind never stops clearly. this made me realize that I listen to more punk bands than I thought I did (if u couldn't tell I get called emo at school), anyways I haven't done headcannons before, so this might be kinda trash, but these were really fun lowk

Leo Valdez was nothing but a curious guy

so when he was just strolling through camp and heard a loud thud in the Dionysus cabin, he had to check it out

he'd never been in there before, but he knew it shouldn't have been as messy as it was.

the cabin was covered in band posters, consisting of Green Day, Blink 182, and chuckled when he read one that said Buzzcocks.

that's when you noticed him standing by the door

"who're you?"

you had a fierce look on your face that made Leo gulp

"Uh, I'm Leo."

"cool, well whatever your doing, im busy looking for a lighter."

That's when you backtracked and walked toward Leo, and he felt really intimidated right now. like you were gonna shove him out, not like he knocked anyways

You had dark make-up, and darker clothes, and your blue hair was starting to fade hair.

"your the fire boy, right?" Leo just nodded

"gimme a lil fire would ya??" you demanded.

Leo sparked some fire from his finger as you held a needle over the flame, he just raised his eyebrow as you walked over to the mirror

leo's jaw just dropped as you pierced your belly button, giving no reaction

he may have just fallen in love

from that day forward you both started getting closer, becoming really good friends, and eventually start dating!!!!

you weren't as intimidating as you may have looked, your just a sweetheart in dark clothes

you guys hung out a lot in your cabin, since you only had one sibling who was almost never home

he would ask about your posters, asking to listen to some of your favorite music

it may not have been his favorite thing in the world, but you had a massive grin on your face as he listened so he went along with it just for you

(may or may not have slowly started liking it more and more)

he listens to your favorite songs on replay to learn the lyrics, so he could jam out with you (boyfriend material!!)

he lets you do your make-up on him

though he won't wear it out, its a cute gesture (you sit on his lap while you do the make up)

he's always down to match with his girl

even his nails, even if they quickly chip off the next day in the forge

its the thought that counts, he supposes

he helps you redye your hair, getting the spots in the back you can't reach very well

he even let you dye a matching streak in his hair

he literally could've give a flying fuck what people might think of you, or what you like, he loves you for you

defends you if someone makes a diss for you being "emo" (lets learn the difference guys!!!)

mans just a massive simp for his girl yk

when he noticed the electric guitar in your cabin, he absolutely demanded you play it

and he def recorded you playing as well

he showed the recording to his friends, bragging about how cool and hot his girlfriend is

his wallpaper is a 0.5 of you midway doing your makeup, so like one eye covered in black and the other one completely naked

he said it reminded him of like a panda or something, you just wished he'd take one where you didn't go crosseyed

you have a bunch of random stick n pokes, mostly just small little stars around your fingers and wrist, Leo helped with the ones on your dominant hand, since you couldn't do those yk

you tried convincing him to let you pierce his eyebrow, but needles, sadly, scare him (maybe one day!!!)

they're times when your room gets to messy with clothes, every now and then he catches himself stepping barefoot on one of your spiked bracelets

he takes it upon himself to clean up a little for you, and how grateful you are for your boyfriend

you wrote his name on the neck of your guitar, now whenever you play you see his name and think of him

you bedazzled some of his tools

and by bedazzled, you glued mini spikes on like the edges on the handle parts of his tools, and now they matched your bracelets

matching rings for sure

hes had to convince you not pierce your tongue at like 2AM, considering you had no idea what you were doing (this happened three times)

he surprised you with a Ramones poster for your birthday, one that you've been looking everywhere

you absolutely jumped on him thanking him

"Baby, I love you" by Ramones is your guys song

"Have I ever told you how good it feels to hold you, it isn't easy to explain"

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #percy pjo #Leo valdez #leo pjo #leo hoo #leo valdez hoo #leo valdez pjo #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez headcanons

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cinnamonest · 11 months

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So happy your asks are open, absolutely love your work, it’s gets my heart racing so much!!

I keep thinking about your post where darling gets isekaid into the MMAU and couldn’t help but wonder, who would want to (idk how to word this) obtain isekaid darling. Like since they confirmed she’s from another world and all that, who would be most curious/driven to obtain her?

Thank you so much for always feeding us!!! <3

Ahhhhh I like this thought ty anon

//kind of fetishism for "foreignness" (of course this is fictional places we're talking about but just in case)

Top contenders for such a thing: Xingqiu would be the most likely, followed by Albedo and Dottore, and while not necessarily driven by a desire to obtain, there's also a likeliness to end up with Kazuha.

Often times, girls are imported to a different land than the one they initially came from. This is because there will always be those guys who perk up at the idea of something "foreign" to them, it has a certain appeal to them, in the same way art or media often catches attention when imported to a different location, as it stands out. Consequently, this transporting girls, while it costs money to do so, is ultimately profitable, as they can then market it as such. A lot -- a LOT -- of men have either general fetishism for foreignness, or sometimes specific fetishes for certain accents or regional facial and bodily features. Frankly, most girls find it just as cringey and annoying as they would in any universe, but hey, at least no matter where you're from, there's plenty of rich guys in a far away land somewhere who're willing to pay a fortune for you.

Finding something from an entirely different world is a whole new matter. And more importantly, laying eyes on you, to traders, is like looking at walking cash. Rich people will pay a lot of money for that... if they can get them to believe the story, which may prove challenging, but they usually find ways by getting you to demonstrate things you know, the clothes and devices you had on you when you arrived, and so on.

Such appeal is a status thing for the wealthy, but more mature guys tend to see past such marketing tactics and have enough impulse control to know they shouldn't just buy the first thing that catches their eye. Instead, they tend to look for personality qualities they know they want in the long-term. Younger, more immature men, however, are suckers for that sort of thing, and are already known for impulsive decisions.

Thus, it's heavily marketed to young rich boy types... and for all his efforts to give off a more mature, sophisticated aura, as much as he tries to seem like he wouldn't be one to do so, at the end of the day Xingqiu is not immune to those impulsive tendencies and easily caught attention. In fact, he's read fantasy novels with plots much like this! Ideally, you'll be just like those characters written into those (nauseating, to anyone outside the target audience) male fantasy fulfillment pieces, some sort of alien species that looks just like humans but are these hyper-submissive creatures that are breeding-crazed... but, okay, even if that's not the case, you'll still be a cool possession to show off.

However, such an individual also has great appeal to those with an innate sense of curiosity and inquiry, which is where Dottore and Albedo come in. Both aren't going to go out of their way to buy a girl normally (not out of ethical concerns or anything like that, it's just sort of embarrassing), but when you take into account the fact that it's coming from presumably another universe entirely... that piques the interest, and could prove an incredibly beneficial resource in the study of pursuit to each's goals. Granted, you're infinitely better off with the latter than the former, based on the idea of researching you being asking you questions and taking vitals and giving you mild concoctions to drink versus cutting you open to prod around at and take chunks of your internal organs, but you know, every scholar has his unique methods. Still, for both, seeing you would be intriguing enough to go through with the purchase.

That all being said, there's not exactly a guarantee you're going to find yourself initially in a populated area. Teyvat has some rather large expanses of wilderness, and there's good chance you'll find yourself out in the middle of nowhere, wandering until you find a road and picking one direction to travel at random, just hoping someone comes along... and, of course, when the one who finally does come along happens to be a soft-voiced, sweet-looking young man, you would think you've gotten very lucky to not end up with a bad person... even if he does seem very wide-eyed and shocked by your presence and seems to be way too overdramatic when he swears he'll protect you if you stay by him (he's just escorting you through the wilderness, right?), he surely wouldn't do anything bad to you. Not until you settle down for the night, at least.

#.mmau

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bellaxgiornata · 5 months

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What would you get our traumatized Irish Catholic boys for Christmas? And what about our traumatized Italian Catholic and cocky Vampire?

Ahh Soulie I love this question so much but OMG I had to THINK for this one!! Mostly for Owen and Henry because we don't learn too much personal stuff about Henry (plus he's a centuries old vampire so like...what the hell would you gift him?). And I think I'm only just starting season three of Boardwalk Empire so what I thought of for Owen is more of a funny gift. I'd probably have a better answer once I've seen more of him in the show if I'm being honest. But anyway, for those who're curious on my gifting ideas and thought process for Matt Murdock, Michael Kinsella, Frank Castle, Owen Sleater, and Henry (whatever his last name is 😆), I'm putting everything below the cut cause y'all know I'm longwinded 😅

Also feel free to join in on ideas in the comments because I'd love to hear what other gift ideas y'all would have!

Gifting something to Matt Murdock seems like...an impossible task to me. Whenever I write fics, I honestly hate coming up with ideas for a character to gift him something 🤣 Why? Because this man doesn't remotely scream materialistic. I mean he barely makes any money at his law firm and is all too happy to be paid in bananas. And his only hobby is illegal and probably going to get him killed. So what the hell do you get Matt?

Personally, I'd gift him some sort of spa day or a long ass massage. He'd certainly need to be forced to take the time for himself and use it, but you know that man's battered and worn body would welcome a nice, long massage. Then maybe treat him to a nice dinner at a great restaurant because I always worry this man isn't eating enough.

Bonus gift: I'd give him a weighted blanket, too. I feel like it would help relax him on the nights he doesn't go out beating criminals.

Okay, this one came far too easily to me for Frank Castle. I'd gift him a rescue dog. Why? THIS MAN NEEDS A DOG OKAY. Frank and a dog just go together in my mind.

I also think Frank would thrive and heal a little from the unconditional love of a furry friend. And he could certainly use the company from a canine companion. I just know a dog would bring a smile to this man's face and bring out that softer, non-murder-y side that we all know is there inside of him. And honestly, I worry about how incredibly alone Frank feels after losing his family. So a dog would be perfect.

Bonus gift: Possibly some new books to read because I imagine this man doesn't enjoy much television in his downtime.

This one also came far too easily to me. I'd gift Michael Kinsella with a little vacation literally fucking anywhere calming and peaceful outside of Dublin. He desperately needs to get away from the stress of his family's business and just his crazy, shitty family in general. They're obviously not good for his health and I think he could seriously use the break. I'd also get him some less depressing books so his ass stops just reading Steinbeck and starts reading something else. You need some new books, Mikey.

Bonus gift: I'd surprise him by having his daughter Anna come along on the vacation. After eight years in prison, those two could really use some bonding time without Mikey's meddling family.

This is where things started to get tougher for me. Like I said, I'm barely in season three of Boardwalk so I feel like I don't know much about Owen personally. He hasn't had that much screen time besides some killing, scheming, and sex. So this gift idea was a bit more on the entertaining/funny side. I think further into the series I could come up with something far better.

I'd gift Owen an expensive bottle of Irish whiskey and lots of condoms. I mean, it certainly seems like he'd use both of them. The man is...definitely a flirt who has every intention of following through on his flirting 👀

Bonus gift: I don't know, me? Do I count? You can have me for Christmas, Owen.

Okay so Henry is the toughest one for me to answer this for. I mean he's a vampire and he's a few hundred years old and the movie doesn't give that much background or personal information on him. So what would I gift him for Christmas?

Considering he's a few centuries old, I doubt he's materialistic (certainly doesn't seem that way). I doubt he'd like a vacation because I mean...he's probably well traveled. We know he's got some morals since he doesn't feed on humans because he used to be one. So I imagine this vampire would enjoy literature and maybe art--things that connect him to the human side he lost. Though I assume he probably already owns and has read all the classic novels, so maybe I'd gift him something that's current that might resonate with him that he hasn't read yet.

Bonus gift: Maybe an engraved lighter? The vampire does seem to enjoy smoking. Or maybe something handmade and sentimental.

#bella answers #this was HARD #christmas gift ideas for ALL the boys #matt murdock #frank castle #michael kinsella #owen sleater #henry eat locals

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marshmallowprotection · 6 months

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Can I... Can I ask for your thoughts on vampire Unknown? 😳👉👈 I feel like that's a very dangerous situations to be in but GOD does the image of a vampire Unknown makes my knees go weak

Vampire Unknown? Well, well, aren't you a glutton for punishment? I never would've taken you for the type. But, since you're curious, why don't we talk about what it means to be cornered like prey? Because, make no mistake, you're not walking into a castle by choice. You have something else to worry about in this situation. He is thirsty, and you are just the fix he needs to cure that ache in the back of his throat. It will be you.

He caught a whiff of you while prowling the streets to find his next target for the Savior, and now...you're going to be his whether you know it yet or not.

He already has to go through so much trouble to find different people for his Savior to experiment on. It's not easy to find people who won't be missed! It takes so much effort to find people who're on the fringe of society and it takes even longer to make sure he is careful in his precision to bring them back. It's not like he enjoys it or anything, but he has a job to do, and if he's going to do this job, he might as well be compensated.

Shouldn't he be compensated for his time?

It's only fair, right?

That's where you come in, deliciously tantalizing prey.

He loves to follow you. He loves to watch as you slowly realize you're not alone, and how lovely it is to see you pick up the pace and try to get the hell away from whatever you think is there.

Oh, you look over your shoulder, but there's nothing there.

You hear laughter, but there's nobody there.

You feel something but there's nobody there, is there?

He won't say you're asking for it when you walk around late at night with nobody around to keep you safe. But, he will laugh in your face because doesn't it seem like you just wanted him to come and find you? Weren't you just waiting for somebody like him to come and scoop you up? You must be going through an awful time if you have no choice but to walk the streets at night with nowhere to go.

Well, isn't that your lucky day, why not go along with him instead of making a run for it?

Oh, why do you have to make it hard for him? If you're going to run away, the least you could do would be to make it worth his while. But it's not, you have no speed compared to his, and no matter how far you go or what you do, he will always be standing at the end of the line and there will be nowhere left for you to go. These games always end the same. You end up in a dark little alleyway and he's blocking your way out.

He can hear the blood pumping so fast in your body that is close to bursting. Your heartbeat must be rattling in your ears. It doesn't matter how much you try to pretend you're not afraid, your body will always betray you to somebody like him.

That's his favorite part about being a predator. Even though he doesn't care much for the rest of the world, the only thing he has in terms of enjoyment is the one thing that made him feel alive after he lost everything that made him human. The sense of fear he used to feel when he was trapped as a child was the only strong feeling that carried over with his new form. When he gets to see somebody else navigate those emotions, it's almost like he can feel again and he doesn't feel so apathetic anymore.

But you, you're something special, aren't you?

That blood of yours is so sweet. It's so sweet that it's almost sickening and he can feel it in the air no matter where he goes. Oh, he has to have you, and it's not just because he's a predator hunting for his favorite kind of prey.

He has to have you because you were destined for a monster like him and how could he say no to something so plain as day? He won't let any of them get their hands on you, so he's not even going to risk using you as bait for those vampire hunters. Why do that when he can keep you all to himself? Your sweet blood... that's his.

He knows that's the way things work because that's what a mate is. He doesn't care much for romance... no, why would he have time? But, he's got his red eyes trained on you and nothing is going to stop him from having what he wants. Maybe that could blossom into something later, but as for now, you're just a little mouse trapped in a maze while he watches you struggle.

You're cornered in a sketchy alley. Unknown's got his teeth bared against your throat. You're trembling like a leaf on a windy day. His laughter mocks your fears. You want to run but your body won't let you, and the hand holding you back is stronger than the weight of a dozen concrete blocks on your chest.

"What a cute little blood-bag. Don't worry, I'll treat you real nice... now, cry for me. I love it when the prey won't stop screaming for help."

#mod kait #ask #mystic messenger #saeran choi #mysme #choi saeran #mysticmessenger #mm #natasha in space #vampire unknown #unknown mystic messenger #unknown mysme #mm unknown #unknown mm #mystic messenger unknown #mysme unknown #drabble

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the-world-annealing · 7 months

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Communism, Anti-Colonialism, and Palestine

The state of Israel is deeply unjust for denying millions of people basic rights, ranging from democratic representation to energy to food and water. Violent resistance against this domination is justified insofar it helps these people throw off their shackles.

I consider the above incredibly straightforward, and it's genuinely worrying for me to see people come up with justifications for why it's best if the occupation continues indefinitely in its current form. I genuinely don't get why someone who views all human life as valuable could even believe this.

But at the same time please consider what 'there is no two-state solution, it's all Palestine' would imply if you tried to like, actually implement it. The region contains fifteen million people, who are about 50/50 split Israeli/Palestinian, clearly your solution isn't to set up a representative government and let democracy save the day, so do you just want to ship seven million people off to wherever their grandmothers were born?

"I mean, it worked for the pied-noirs..." the pied-noirs totaled less than a million, made up only 10% of Algeria's total population, and had an imperial metropole eager to take them back. Do you know what situation is actually analoguous to the pied-noirs'? Returning only those Israelis who settled across the 1967 borders.

"Dang I guess we just can't let them be full citizens then", look, if your definition of 'anti-imperialist action' is to replace one legally enshrined ethnic underclass with another then I think you've gone and replaced any concern for human wellbeing with crude geopolitics.

"Oh no those poor colonizers lmao" look, even if you think every single Israeli currently alive is complicit enough in the crime of occupation to lose fundamental rights (what's your thoughts on people complicit in more traditional crimes btw? just curious), what's your plan for all the ones born after them?

The presence of the Israelis is not inherently a problem; the problem is the gross economical and political disparity between them and the Palestinians (which really is the root cause of all the sectarian conflict; look up the timeline on the Jewish National Fund and 1936 revolt and suddenly things make a lot more sense).

(the above is also my response to any right-winger trying to suggest multiculturalism is doomed so either side should hurry up and genocide the other already - you are mistaking economical conflicts for ethnic ones as you literally always do, but this started as an economical conflict and it can be solved by economical means)

Any kind of just resolution to the conflict would involve enormous redistribution of capital, and in any moral one-state solution that state would be very unlike Israel, but guess what? Fixing wealth disparities and unjust political structures is the mandate of communism already, and if those inequalities exist along racial lines then that's a symptom but does not require an exceptional new treatment.

tldr: It would be incredibly difficult for a variety of reasons to create an Arab-only state where Israel currently exists, fortunately attaining economic and political justice does not actually require demographic change, so maybe make that clear somewhere and stop giving ammunition to the people who're accusing you of clamoring for genocide.

#this applies to a lot of colonialism discussions honestly #politics #discourse #metadiscourse #communism #liberalism #israel #palestine #gaza #israel palestine conflict

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corie-is-writing · 1 year

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↳ ❝ [S Y N P O S I S] ¡! ❞

Y/n L/n, a simple minded reader, is one of the biggest fans of a popular web novel, Twisted wonderland. In their shock after finding out it has ended, they froze in the middle of a busy street and got hit by a truck.

Dizzy and confused, they have awoken in a coffin in the world they adore so much, and must use their knowledge to survive and stop the boys from overblotting.

↳ ❝ [M A S T E R L I S T] ¡! ❞

↳ ❝ [THE CRIMSON TYRANT] ¡! ❞

˗ˏˋ Talks and a request ´ˎ˗

Note: Sorry this took so long, school got in the way, might be the last post until the finals are over.

After the sudden dispute, you and the others took a seat at an empty table– one that some other students definitely did not give up to you after what they have seen.

"Y/n! What a pleasant show you've put on~" The cheery voice of a diamond says, the card duo and Grim practically jump out their skins in surprise as the ginger sits down besides you.

"I didn't mean to do that though..." You mumble, though your words went unheard as Cater slumps and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

"That was super cool! How'd you get so strong?" He asked, eyes sparkling and hand already on his phone ready to make a post about what ever secret technique you use.

"Cater, let's not bother them while they're eating." A certain green haired boy says.

You and the others look up to see Trey appear, taking a seat next to Cater.

"Hang on- Who're you?" Ace asks, and Trey gives a sheepish apology.

"I'm Trey Clover, I'm a third hear in Heartslabyul like Cater." He says, "And you're that student who got put into ramsh- I mean, the unused building, correct?" Trey questions, turning his eyes to meet yours.

"Yep, and it's fine you if you say ramshackle." You say, mumbling that last sentence a bit as you take a bite of your food.

"Anyway! Didn't cha trick us into painting the roses for ya!?" Grim shouts, pointing fingers (claws?) at Cater.

The ginger pouts, crossing his arms. "So mean! I had no choice, it's our dorms rule y'know~"

"You were grinning the whole time though.." Deuce deadpans, staring blanky at the diamond.

"Now now, Deucy. Those rules only apply inside our dorm. Outside, I'm a whole 'nother person!"

"Don't call me Deucy!"

You giggled at the interaction between the two, and listened half heartedly as Grim asks about the dorms and the Heartslabyul 3rd years begin to explain.

Soon, they start talking about Diasomnia.

'EEEK! I COMEPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT MY BBG MALLEUS' You brought a hand to your lips as your jaw hung low in shock, lightly slapping your cheeks to which Ace raised a brow at.

"Diasomnia..Ah, look there." Cater points at a group of extinguished students, they seem to be glowing in all their glory– a whole another level and vibe from the rests.

"Diasomnia is filled with exceptionally talented and great, promising magicians. They're prodigies at almost everything." Trey says.

"They have this kind of aura that makes it hard to approach them, even their dorm leader has this mega "don't you dare talk to me" vibe." Cater adds.

Ace peers to the side, taking a glimpse of the group before confusion appears on his face. "Why is there a kid with them?"

At that, you look to see a boy with choppy pink striped hair, wearing clothes to large for him, he had pointy ears that twitched at Ace's question and ruby eyes that looked to the side, eyeing your table.

"The school allows students enter by skip years, but that's that the case here." Trey says, pushing his glasses up. "He's a third year, his name is.."

"Lilia, Lilia Vanrouge."

The sound of his deep voice startled everyone, looking up to see the little bat floating upside down. His hair fell down and his eyes trailed over his little details of everyone's faces before meeting yours.

"H-he just teleported over here!" Grim screeched, panting heavily with a paw over where his heart should be.

"Are you all curious about my age?" Lilia chuckled lightly, placing himself in the right position before blood pools to his head. "My cute appearance might be bursting with youth, but as your friend said, I am not exactly the age one would call a child."

"Bursting with youth..?" Trey mumbled, sweat forming on the side of his face.

"There's no need to simply look on from afar." Lilia says, giving a little grin with welcoming eyes. "Come up and speak any time you wish. We at Diasomnia always welcome everyone with open arms."

As he says this, he steps over to you, placing a firm grip on your shoulders with a gaze that quickens your heart pace.

'Holy fuck he's so coolaksiqksiqa. AAAAAAAAAAAAA'

Ar his words, your table hesitantly turned their gaze to Lilia's words. You calm yourself and follow their steps– meeting eyes with a certain silver haired boy and green haired simp.

"I don't think your friends feel the same way.." Deuce sweats, giving a blank stare.

Lilia chuckles at that. "Apologies for interrupting you in your meal. Until we meet again."

The bat appears back in his seat, settled in and immediately talking with his group as one last gaze is sent to you.

"Our table is almost over 20 meters away from them, yet he still heard us..?" Ace breathed, shuddering slightly.

"W-well, Diasomnia has many peculiar members." Trey says. "Many of their students excel at all kinds of magic. Their dorm leader, Malleus Draconia, is counted among the top five mages in the world."

"For real, though, Malleus is like, the most super of super crazy powerful." Cater adds, before giving a grin to you, "Maybe you're as strong as him, seeing as you sent that troublemaker earlier flying so easily."

You blush, banging your head on the table– Grim almost jumps in his seat and gives you a worrying look as Cater laughs.

"Though on the topic, our dorm leader is his own brand of craziness." The ginger says.

"So true!" Ginger number 2 joins, "All I did was eat a single piece of tart and he collared me. His narrow mindedness is super crazy."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Sure are. Blew right past "strict" and straight into being a tyrant."

Oh, dear, this is quite awkward.

The mood was stiff and you couldn't help but feel as if fear had struck your heart.

Deuce hesitantly points behind Ace, "Dude..behind you."

The ginger follows his leader in confusion, only to be met with the face of the very person he was talking about.

"DORMLEADER?!"

Riddle had a menacing glare, crossing his arms as he stared dwon the boy.

"R-Riddle! You're super crazy cu-"

"Cater, if you run your mouth I'll take it off together with your head."

That shut him up, not without a huff and a pout.

"Ffgna! This is the guy who put that weird collar on me!" Grim says, shaking in his fur as he hides himself behind you.

"And you're the new students who caused all that fuss about a possible expulsion yesterday." The said students– including you, all had your heads down in shame.

"For goodness' sake, the headmaster is far too soft." Riddle sighs, rubbing his temples. "All he has to do is lop off the heads of everyone who doesn't follow the rules."

"He may look innocent, but the words coming out of his mouth sure do suggest otherwise.." Ace mumbled, eyes twitching a bit.

"The headmaster may have forgiven you, but make no mistake, the next time you choose to break the rules, I will mosf certainly not." Riddle declares, chills are sent down to students who weren't even close enough to hear.

"I was prepared to take off your collar if you learned your lesson..but.."

His voice suddenly became muffled to you, your eyes trailed to his hand and pen, the way his body moved fluidly along with his words that asserted complete authority had given you a funny idea.

"Following the Laws of the Queen of Hearts, No. 339, "Tea after a meal should always be lemon with two sugars. I must go buy sugar cubes from the school store, so I'll be on my way." The red head states, leaving.

"Phew, that was a close one.." Cater lets out a heavy sigh.

"That guy is so obnoxious."

"Hey! That's rude!"

As Deuce lightly scolds the beast, whispers begin to grow and eyes follow the dormleader's disappearing figure, you take that as your que and leave the table– arousing concern and confusion.

You walk right up to Riddle, tapping his shoulder. He turns to you with a perplexed expression. "Is something wrong?"

"Can you collar me?"

"Y/N??!!!"

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst fic #twst mc #twst yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twst grim #twst trey #twst cater #twst lilia #twst deuce #twst ace #twst riddle

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firestarved · 3 months

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hi i know that like 80 % of my moots are inactive or archived BUT those of u who're still here, i have a question for you!!

what's your best piece/s of advice for someone who's new to tumblr & tumblr rp? i'm curious as to what you deem most important for getting started here!

i've spent the day working on updating my own carrd as well as making a matching one for my pal, who's new here. i rendered some weapons from wow kicking and screaming-

#` ✦ ⋮ ooc ⋮ move it; i’ve got a hot streak and you’re tanking too slow.#i'm actually taking coming back here pretty serious this time!!#but i wanna make sure i give my pal the best start here that i can :> so ur input is greatly appreciated!!!#i hope you've all been well in my absence!! i've missed you sm #tbd.

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Lanterns

Part 4

Disclaimer: -----

Summary: A Goddess who lost her faith, trying to get back to her senses so her family doesn't fall apart.

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Taglist: @malarkgirlypop , @bucky32557038ww2, @xxluckystrike (if you want in or out, just tell me!)

-> Image below found here.

Hydra hadn't noticed that she kept the lantern as she made her way back to shore. Her feet dragged along the sand, so lost in her own mind she coudn't even focus on whatever she needed to do - it only clicked when she found herself crashing against one of her crewmates.

"Oh, i'm so sorry! I didn't- well, i wasn't-"

"Is 'at yours?", Sirius pointed at the lantern, confused as to why his sister had it.

"Uh... yeah... kind of. An elder gave it to me at the church..." Hydra said slowly, incapable of meeting his eyes. She wasn't planning on dealing with him right now. "She was so sweet, i couldn't say no..."

Sirius smirked, walking around her as if to make sure she was in one piece, having a good look to see if she had hit her head against something. Then, he grabbed her by the hand to give her a little spin. "Ok. Who're ya and what'd ye do with my sister?"

"What? Why?", she laughed, smiling at is anttics.

"Well 'cuz the Hydra I know would ne'er be seen with one o' those", he pointed at the lantern once again, curious. "Ye'll keep it?"

"Why are you like this, stupid?" She scoffed, narrowing her eyes at him. "As a matter of fact, I was indeed plannin' on keepin' it."

" 'Kay, spill yer beans. Ye ain't my Hydra, are ya?", he kept his stupid smirk, crossing his arms. Part of him was proud of his baby sister for deciding to keep it - and another, bigger part of him, was worried she might be really sick. "Go on, I know ye're just someone in disguise. Hit me with a bullet, ye Royal sea rat."

"Sirius! I'm not one of those bastards!"

"Well, one can only guess... I think I lost me darling sis'...", he said, trying to seem sad while wipping an imaginary tear out of his eye. "She'll be so dearly missed... I do wonder what is my part in her heirloom... Can I keep yer good stuff? I might sell yer clothes, those would make me get some good booty"

Hydra rolled her eyes at him, making her way towards the ship - but Sirius was right on her tail, questioning her every move 'till she stopped right on her tracks and stared him down.

"Didn't Sam give you something to do?"

"He did." Sirius nodded. "But I won't. As Ol' Athena said... not feelin' it."

"You do know that you're not in a position to choose, don't you?"

"Then why aren't ye doing what he told ye? If me memory isn't faillin' me, Sam told ya to get mor' coal and fire wood." Sirius watched carefully as his sister's face dropped in disbelief. He knew she had forgotten - and he also knew he was told to help her out, but decided not to simply to be lazy on the beach. "No prob, little Ibis, I can take the blame for ya. Ye know, like always."

"You just wan't something to manipulate me with, that's what you want."

"Yeah, that too... but I wouldn't like my sweet always-on-point smart-ass responsible baby sister to get in trouble, would I?"

Hydra could not believe her ears, having to contain her laugh. "You manipulative scurvy snake!"

Sirius shook his shoulders. "Worth a try."

As both started walking back - Hydra to drop off the lantern and Sirius to rub into Sam's face how useless he was -, they just let the sound of the waves hitting the beach fill the air. The man was whistling some song she could only make out half of - probably a sea shanty.

Some seagulls looked over at them, curious and unbothered, sitting over in one of the little docks where fishermen would sit all day long waiting for bites.

She still had Maria's words in her mind and wasn't really able to ignore it. Something inside her was screaming that she needed to step up to her own responsibilities and make her title worth it at least a little bit. She felt jealous, of course.

Sirius was also a God; he took care of the night, the stars, the dogs and secrets. The man was good at his job, even though he's not exactly that interested in it, seeing as he did nothing more than the basic stuff - Hydra knew he would much rather prefer to stay snuggled up with both Michael and the Captain, Jeremy. And they were good in their own realms too.

Michael would always talk about his duties some thousand years ago, when someone stops to listen to his tellings. He loves to tell stories about the old rituals and celebrations for the moon himself, dancing around at night with the wolves and people of his own little kingdom.

Jeremy, in another hand, was one of the youngest Gods there was, but he also provided enough. He made the wind blow strong into Blithe's sails and always looked for his crew with his protective demeanor.

Hydra decided not to mention Athena, Rodion nor Darty. They all couldn't care less for their duties - specially Darty, since their whole thing was looking pretty and cursing narcisistic people, or something. It was pure hypocrisy in Hydra's eyes.

She didn't even notice when Peggy came running in their direction, jumping in the sand. The woman only saw the dog when it was almost too late and she was already tripping both pirates - who had too much luck not to fall face first on the ground.

Peggy barked, wagging her tail while running around them. She wanted to play and wasn't much preocupied if she made anyone eat sand so she could have company.

Sirius laughed as he took Hydra's lantern out of her hands. He knew she needed some time and decided to drop it off with her things by himself - and also, be the only one who'll need to hear any rants about not doing their tasks.

Hydra looked at him while he walked, somewhat grateful. Then she felt Peggy bite ate her wing feathers, pulling the woman to play.

Come on! Come on! Come look at what I found!

The dog barked as she let go of Hydra, running head first into the beach's waves and submerging her nose, only to immediately back down with a big shell in her mouth. She walked over to Hydra, nudging her with with her nose so she could take the shell and throw it.

Hydra did exactly that. Too many times, to be clear. As always, Peggy would run after it, her whole body shaking and then jump, probably swallowing some sand as she came back to another throw.

Eventually, Hydra found herself sitting in a rock while the dog ran wild, taken by the zoomies. The lapwings and seagulls would land and then immediately fly off again because of her.

Peggy came happily to her again, carrying something in her mouth to show the woman. The dog had her tongue out and whatever it was she had with her was trying to wiggle it's way out. It was only when she was really close that Hydra noticed it was a crab. How the fuck did Peggy find a crab?

The animal wasn't exactly happy with it's new uber dog, and when it got the chance, Peggy screamed the loudest she could, being pinched by it's claws on her lip. She violently shook her head and sent it flying to the sand, right before barking all her swear words at it.

Bad bad! Bad! Not good, you behaved bad! Bad! Her mind repeated, as it was the worse thing she could think of for calling the crab. She sure hated being called bad girl, so it would too, right?

Well, the crab only stood it's ground, menacingly waving it's claws at her before running away to the nearest bush.

Peggy looked over at where it ran to, making a quick mental note not to grab anymore of those things. It would fight back. It was definetely not food, sadly.

"Did you learn anything from that, Peggy?", Hydra asked amidst tearful laughs. "Who am I kidding? You would never."

Peggy immediately forgot about her newest unlocked fear, making her way towards the woman and sitting with the head on her lap to get some good scratches behind the ear.

"What do you think, Peggy?", she asked. "Do you like the lanterns?"

I don't know, is it food? The dog looked up, interested.

"You know, sometimes I wonder what do you have in mind."

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Sirius didn't really take long before making his way up to Blithe's main deck. He was lost in his own mind, staring at the carved drawings on that lantern, when he felt eyes burning at his skin and looked up, only to find himself face to face with a very pissed off Seamus who was having a very bad time.

"What? Did Dean not kiss ya today?" The God asked, forgetting completely that Sam was, in fact, expecting him to return with wood and coal.

"No. He actually did." Sam narrowed his eyes at the man. "Aren't you forgetting something, pretty boy?"

Sirius looked around, then it downed on him. He smiled, playfully.

"Ahhh, Sammy, ye know how things are... would ye forgive an old man for forgettin' stuff?"

"Not exactly when that old man looks younger than me. Where is the stuff?"

"Look, this time I do have a good reason!", Sirius started, hoping that his story would make Sam completelly forget about his lack of responsibility. "I was followin' Hydra 'cuz, ye know, she's the good siblin'. Then she simply vanished out of nowhere. And I was soooo lost... and sad... definetely sad. And lost."

"Bullshit."

"Wait! Lemme finish! Then I made me way back to beach, aye, but I was just really worried 'bout her. Then I waited 'till she came back... and she ne'er did."

Seamus rolled his eyes so hard he thought they were going to fall off his face. "Right. Then how would you have this lantern? Did some ol' bunch o' dogs bring it to you, flea bag?"

"The woman that came in her place, and me swear on me life-"

"Stop it."

"A'ight. She did come back, yeah, with this. Mine sister's just goin' badonkers and accepted this lantern as a gift from an old woman."

Seamus stared at the thing, deciding if he would believe Sirius or not. It was a really hard choice, seeing as he knew Hydra fucking hated getting anything to fo with the Night of Libero Sanctis and Sirius would actually come up with whatever excuse he could to cover up his lazyness. Eventually, though, he decided to quietly nod and go along. Something in him felt some slight hint of truth in Sirius' words.

"She's commin' around." The man said, tilting his head. "I'll let your stupidness slide and won't tell Jeremy."

"What would he do?", Sirius laughed. "Put me to sleep on the couch? The man loves me too much for tha', he cannt dream of sleepin' withou' me. Ye know, I'm actually pretty good to hug and..."

"I really don't need to know how's your love life. Shut your trap before I change my mind and have meeting the Cat o' Nine."

"Did you also do that to your men in the army?" Sirius teased, smug. "Did they know what a Cat o' Nine was? Is the cool and collected Cap'n Finnegan loosing his composure? Would yer men be proud?"

"No they fuckin' didn't because they weren't smatasses like you, shark bait! And, in fact, I think they would've begged me to put your down, dog."

"Ohhh, shiver me timbers! Ye'll have to stop hangin' the jib, matey!"

Sam frowned. He sure did want to shove Sirius down the plank.

Sirius saw this as a win. Making Sam unconfortable was one of his favorite past times, anyway.

He dropped the lantern off with Hydra's stuff before going up to the Captain's Cabin. The door was unlocked, so he saw himself right in, as usual, but found Jeremy was not there. Instead, was Michael, sitting in bed, reading a book.

The room was big and confortable - way more so than the lower deck stuffed with hammocks and snores all night long. Sirius smiled as he walked up to Micah, crawling into bed and letting himself fall just close enough to the other man so he would notice.

"Hey, darlin'", Michael smiled, closing the book before giving Sirius all his attention. "Are you alright?"

"Jus'... thinkin'."

"You don't do that often". Michael began playing with the other's hair, waiting to see if he had anything more to say. "What is fillin' yer mind, hearty?"

Sirius couldn't help himself - Micah was so sweet and welcoming, it always made him spill whatever he was holding in mind.

He spoke about how Hydra was acting weird, spoke about his fear for the crew's well being, about Athena's lack of awareness about how Jeremy wanted to shove her down the sea and never let her back up again... all the things he could think of, he spoke about. Spoke about his day, about the beach, about the lantern, about Peggy and about another thousand things.

And Micah heard every word, without interrupting his partner. He just stared into Sirius pretty face, making braids in his long hair while listening. After all was over, then it was time for him to speak.

"I understand you. I also feel like things are rough those last couple of months... it's not our fault, you know?" He tried to tell Sirius, but his own words were lacking the confidence to say it. "It's just what happens when people are stuck together for so long."

Sirius nodded, letting himself relax a bit more under Micah's touch.

"I fear it's actually a response to... whate'er Hydra's been going thru, ye know?" He admited.

"How so?"

"Ye know... she's a Family Goddess. Ye remembe' how when Rod's mom was sick and spring was all fucked up 'cuz of tha'? It's like somethin' like tha' is happenin' to us."

"Go on...?" Michael was actually curious to hear Sirius' theory.

"Maybe Hydra's crisis is wha' is givin' fuel to all those fights? Like... I can't explain but we're family and... kind of... she may be messin' with our bonds withou' noticin'" he said, confused at his own words. "Jus' think 'bout it... doesn't tha' make sense?"

"It does." It wasn't Michael who answered, but Jeremy, who was just quietly listening to their talk. He caught both in surprise, waving while making his way to sit at the bed with them. "Sirius has a good point. That may be the cause of the problem."

"Good, it means I'm the smartest of us now?" He smiled at the Captain, who could only laugh.

"Nah, I think that title stays with Micah."

"Thank you, love." The lycanthrope smiled. "Sirius is right, tho. Maybe Hydra really is havin' trouble and accidentaly lettin' it off on us. We should help her..."

"To be honest, she's already helping herself." Sirius said. "Maybe I should ask her to stay with us the Holiday? Maybe I can make her do it..."

"She loves you. Can't see her saying no to this pretty face." Jeremy winked at him, making Sirius blush and giggle under his breath.

"He's right. She'd be a cold heartless wench to say no to you. I could never!" Micah laughed, which make the other blush even harder.

"Oh, dear. I'll never get used to you two."

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#normal sibling interaction #as one does #and PEEEEEEGGY #SHE IS INDEED GETTING HERSELF INTO SITUATIONS ONCE AGAIN #bless this dog #oc #original story #🥨🪶

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I'm really just not liking the local committee for our new Pagan Pride.

Last year it was at the Duck Ponds. which is great. There's pavilions. Plenty of shade. Water to cool the air off. Playgrounds for the kids. A big green- and now a hammock park a little further off to rest and picnic. I love the Duck Ponds.

But this year, because of "city regulations" they refuse to specify to any of us, they've moved it into town to City Faire ... A place that's literally double the cost to rent, for less than an eighth of the space we'd get at the duck Ponds. And on top of it they're having double the amount of vendors as last year, while also expecting higher attendance turnout "from all over the state".

And it's in June- which isn't our hottest month (that's July). But it's still pretty hot as the start of Summer, when we start getting consistent 90f to 100f temperatures. And at the new location there's zero shade there, and it's all surrounded by concrete because it's smack dab in the middle of downtown. It's going to triple the heat index and the sun reflection.

@thegothiccrafter already can't attend because the heat alone isn't going to be bearable to them because of it. And now I'm going to have to consider not attending, too. Because how am I going to safely reapply my sunscreen, now- since, y'know, I'm on like 6 meds that make me so photosensitive that so much as stepping out into the sun for 10 minutes can give me a 3rd degree burn if I'm not careful enough? And how am I going to even move around there in that cramped of a space without worrying about my cane tripping other people now? Because I'm certainly not going to be able to take a rollator to sit on for breaks without being considered rude as fuck to the crowd, now.

Just ... 16 vendors plus a children's craft and a raffle station alone in what is essentially a very small church luncheon yard attached to a tiny restaurant is absolute insanity. Tack on HaShem knows how many attendants they're projecting ... And they didn't even consider people like me, who are disabled- let alone the fact this is still Covid on top of it (I don't care what lie people are pushing. Covid is not over).

I'm so upset by this. they're going to literally murder our Pagan Pride before we even manage to get it off the ground. Our council is shit. This is why I don't get involved in things.

ETA after getting messaged by one of the "council members" for being negative and told that "if I don't like things I can attend a council meeting" OR "submit something to the council and they can see about voting me on for next year's":

Let's be very clear, here: No one has to "shut up and just be grateful" for a poorly planned and executed event "because it's free" and someone else is paying for it out of their own pocket. Especially not disabled people with explicit needs, who're so used to being shafted by society at every turn … And certainly not for an event being put on in the supposed name of a community who's being given no actual say in the event, and who were kept entirely out of the loop up until things were set in stone and people start expressing concerns the hosting "council" has decided to be bitter and vitriolic about.

If you decide to put on an event and can't then handle any form of genuine criticism, expressed concerns, or curious questions about why things are being done the way you are doing them? Then you are unprofessional, ultimately do not need to be the ones running that event, and very much need to step down from running it. Further deleting a post to erase and silence already expressed criticism and concerns, and make yourselves look better, is even further beyond low and unprofessional.

You can keep your "Pagan Pride", if that's what it means to you. Personally, I believe that our community deserves better, and I will always demand better of those who claim positions of power and authority within it.

#Personal #2023 #Religion & Magic #Daily Life

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Beatrix Russell's insights

Beatrix Russell, I'm sure most Fallout New Vegas players know her, but when was the last time y''ad a proper conversation with her? I should also say we ay gonna be analysing 'er recruitment into the Wrangler's employment 'ere or her sexual side (mostly, it'll come up a bit).

Beatrix's Advice

Beatrix offers a lot of insights into Freeside and also offers a few bits of advice. We'll start wi' those for structure all of these responses come from saying 'Got any advice to share?' I'll be honest wi' ya, the 'these are reffrence to X' I'm gonna be sayin' is jus' Wiki information. But I'll also provide me opinions on the quotes.

"Feed a man for free, and he'll be back asking for more. Feed a man a bullet. You won't hear from him again."

That's certainly true, and pretty applicable in the Wasteland, I s'pose.

"Good, bad... The guy with the gun makes the rules."

That's a reference to the movie Army of Darkness and the line 'Good...bad...I'm the guy with the gun.' and, apparently, that's also something John Browning said possibly? Reportedly, anyway. Still, also applicable in the Wasteland (and, if we go metaphorical, applicable to most authority). Personally, I think 'good' isn't applicable when anyone makes rules with the authority of 'gun'.

"Time you enjoy wasting isn't wasted time."

This is an adaption of the quote 'The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.' by Bertrand Russell. The wiki points out the fact that they're both B. Russells, which is pretty curious. The quote itself I agree with (naturally, I mean, why else would I be doin' this? Hahahaa.) and is probably important to consider as someone as old as Beatrix.

"The only thing I know for certain is that I don't know nothing."

That's a pretty famous one, even wi'out the Wiki tellin' me I know that's Socrates accordin' t' Plato. Let's not get too deep into this 'un. Unlike the last two I see no particular relevance to Wasteland life and, quite frankly, this isn't even advice, Beatrix.

"Longing makes the heart grow fonder, but I've always been a fan of hog-tying my lovers to make sure they can't escape."

I'm sure that's advice to people who're into that sorta thing, but I'm very much not the target audience for it (bein' a proud aroace repulsed at the very idea of engaging personally in such acts). Still, maybe someone over the years has gotten into BDSM because the Ghoul Cowgirl who's name rhymes with 'dominatrix' an' good for that 'ypothetical person.

So, in review, some advice that makes sense in the Wasteland, some philosophy and a bit of oversharing that I s'pose could work as foreshadowing of her future profession in a lot of playthroughs. Let's get t' the juicy stuff now, the reason I decided t' make this.

Beatrix's on the History Freeside

Yes, this is the excitin' part. We'll start wi' the start 'Tell me about Freeside.'

"What starts in misery tends to stay there. Freeside wasn't Freeside until six or seven years ago. That's when Mr. House's robots rolled out of the Lucky 38 and started pushing everyone who wouldn't join him off the Strip. Lots of folks died. Some scattered to the winds. The rest wound up in Freeside and seem never to lose the habit of living like refugees."

Things like this, it puts it all into perspective Freeside, The Strip, Hell even Westside and North Vegas Square am all recent developments. The walls an' divisions aren't even 10 years old. Robert Edwin House created modern New Vegas through violence. We have no idea how many people were killed by it, what 'a lot' means here, but think about it this way: there's a good chance that everywhere on The Strip that ain't the Lucky 38 were all inhabited by people who were either killed or displaced by House less than 10 years prior to the game. That is t' say The Tops, Gomorrah, The Ultra-Luxe, the NCR Embassy an' Military Police HQ and even Michael Angelo's Workshop all were potential homes to people who's lives are now lost to time.

There were people already in Freeside, the buildings and streets not claimed by House, that's why you'll meet many people who are 'Freeside Locals' and have been far longer than 7 years, but as Beatrix said, Freeside as we know it wasn't the Freeside before House. None of the three families lived in those casinos (the Boot-Riders weren't even stationary before becoming The Chairmen). The place was created in an act of miserable violence by House.

Beatrix's Views of Factions

Now for faction opinions. After hearing Beatrix's statements about Freeside's violent and very recent founding we can ask 'What about The Kings?'

"What about them? Pretty much the sort of gang you'd find anywhere else, just with better clothes. The King himself, though? He's got that something special you can't put a finger on. Too bad he likes girls with skin."

I'm not 100% sure if Beatrix knows that last part or presumes it, regardless she overall has a rather cynical view on The Kings as 'just another gang'. An', y'know, while they do have points over a lot of nastier gangs, I'm gonna guess 'Gang as de facto government' is a very common arrangement throughout the entire Wasteland. The Kings isn't the worst bunch in the world and The King is a flawed idealist, but its worst tendencies, encouraged by Pacer and its other more nationalistic and violent members certainly makes them not as clean as I'm sure many see 'em. Still, the gimmick is fun (I bet Beatrix even knows who Elvis is).

'What do you think of the NCR?'

"I reckon they care about getting water and electricity from the dam, and that's where it ends. The locals here are just an inconvenience to them, something to step over or stomp down. They're here for the resources, plain and simple."

Beatrix is correct. Here's a link to Colonel James Hsu sayin' as much an' gettin' called an imperialist bastard by me due to it.

'What's your opinion of Mr. House?'

"Before or after the human race shot itself in the foot? I been around long enough to have both opinions, see. Before the war, Mr. House was a famous captain of industry - robotics, to be specific. Seemed charming in interviews, until he became a recluse. Since the war, though? Didn't make a peep for near two hundred years - but when he came back, he came back strong and killed a lot of people."

Some stuff we already knew there. Unlike Raul, Beatrix is 100% convinced and aware about House bein' House. Beatrix don't actually say her opinion on modern House, but the implication in the way she highlighted that he killed a lot of people 7-8 years ago says all that needs t' be said. She also revealed that House preparing for the War was noticed by the public.

'What do you think of the Followers of the Apocalypse?'

"I don't know how they do it. They're like saints, those Followers. If they didn't charge for their services, I'd think they was crazy. But no, they're just naive. Warms your heart."

Beatrix is a bit of a cynical person, as one would expect from someone who saw the War, saw the next 200 years, saw Mr House's rise and is aware of the intentions of the NCR. So, it's nice to see her have a bit of fondness for the Followers even if she sees them as naïve.

'What do you know about the Van Graffs?'

"A couple of Radscorpions, those two. Gloria is the stable one, but she'd slit your throat if there's a profit in it. Or rather she'd tell her brother to do it for her. Jean Baptiste is one of the sicker humans I've had the displeasure of observing."

Hmm, pretty comprehensive view. Wonder if she ever did any work for the Van Graffs from this view. Prob'ly not, actually, I'm gonna guess she just means she's seen Jean-Baptiste bein' a monster, been in the Silver Rush or maybe she knew the original inhabitants of the Silver Rush who the Van Graffs did a Mr House to. The only other time she uses the term 'observing' there am some sexual undertones, but I reckon that's not 'er intent 'ere.

Conclusion

So, that was Beatrix's insights Freeside, Various Factions and... life, I guess. Some interestin' stuff, I think. An' 'opefully me own provided thoughts an' commentary 'as been int'restin'.

#fallout new vegas #fallout #new vegas #ncr #mr house #robert edwin house #freeside #beatrix russell

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Prompt: streaming

"I burnt the cake," states Lily, coming up behind him.

James bites back a snicker of laughter. "Did you?" he responds lightly, sympathetic but unsurprised.

"Yes," says Lily emphatically. "And before you ask, no, it can't be salvaged with enough frosting. It's ruined. Completely inedible." James goes quiet, his thoughts drifting, the smallest of smiles tugging over his lips. Lily cocks her head to the side a little, expression turning curious. "What?"

James shrugs one shoulder as he watches Harry scribbling furiously on the floor with his crayons. "Doesn't matter. Moony would have eaten it anyhow. Licked the frosting away once he gave up on trying to make you happy," murmurs James in reminiscence. "Especially on his birthday. This was never his day. It was for everyone else. He wouldn't have wanted to upset you."

"And Padfoot would have scrunched his nose up and told him he was disgusting," adds Lily with a solemn sort of smile. "I know. You say it every year. Mainly because I burn the cake on both their birthdays every time."

James chuckles a little. "You did that when they were here too," he mutters, and Lily shoves at him gently, playful outrage filling her features. "It's like a tradition at this point. They always expected it."

"Daddy," says Harry, crawling across the floor until he's in front of James before Lily can reply, "who're Moony and Padfoot?"

James stares down at his son, something aching faintly in his chest as he meets those large green eyes. He glances up at Lily, seeing his own feelings reflected in her face. James leans down and scoops Harry into his lap.

"Remus and Sirius. You've heard us talk about them, haven't you? We've told you some stories?" Harry nods, but he still looks curious. "They were our best friends. They're the reason we're here right now; the reason we're all safe and happy. Today is Remus' birthday, sprog. That's why Mummy tried to make a cake."

"Are they ever coming to see us?" questions Harry curiously.

James gazes at him, sadness washing through him, his throat becoming thick, words refusing to form. Lily sits beside them and leans forward a little.

"No, Harry," she says softly. "They're gone, sweetheart."

"Where'd they go?"

James turns his head away, face scrunching a bit, trying to hide it away from his son, but Lily only smiles.

"Somewhere better, hopefully, where they're together and laughing. Sirius had the best laugh. He sounded like a dog, did you know that?" Harry shakes his head quickly, eyes widening in wonder. "And hopefully it's somewhere with a more edible cake they can eat." She tickles at his stomach, pulling a generous giggle and wiggle from Harry, and the sound eases the tightness in James' chest some.

Harry is quiet for a while, staring between his parents contemplatively, green gaze far too serious for a five-year-old. "Why did they go?" he finally asks, trying to make sense of something so much bigger than himself. James falters for a second, trying to ignore the guilt suddenly streaming through him all over again, always welling up when he least expects it. Lily's hand settles at his elbow, a comforting weight that eases the agony of it a small amount.

"They protected us," James tries to explain in a way Harry will understand. "We weren't safe, you, your mum, me. Moony and Padfoot loved us, so they made sure we were protected so that nothing could hurt us. But sometimes the world is a bad place with bad people, and good people are taken away when they try to do the right thing. And they were the best people. They loved us. They loved each other. And they went away keeping the people they loved as safe as they possibly could."

Harry doesn't say anything else in response, clearly still trying to sort it all out, and James isn't sure what else to do to help. Lily turns after a few minutes, reaching for a framed photo on the table beside the sofa. She hands it to Harry, watching as he takes it in his small hands.

"That's them," she points out, motioning to one man, then the other. "Remus and Sirius. And that's you, in Sirius' arms. He was your godfather, and you made him so very happy. He just lit up like a lighthouse whenever he saw you. Remus too. They loved you so much, from the second they knew you existed, just like we did and do."

Harry's tiny fingers glide over the beaming faces staring up at him, the two men laughing and waving from behind the glass. He finally exhales a huff of breath.

"Happy birthday, Moony," he says heavily, and James can do nothing but pull him in close, cradling his son against his aching chest as he gazes down at his two best friends, missing them so much, and more grateful than he can ever express in mere words.

#when all falls to ruin #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #sirius/remus #james potter #lily evans potter #harry potter #remus as secret keeper #cw: grief/mourning #wolfstarmicrofic #my writing #my microfics #holli writes

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Hi, What's your opinion the Lives of Others movie from 2006 and it's presentation of Stasi modus operandi? You're very intelligent in drawing parallels between SxF and it's real life counterparts.

Also may I ask what your music tastes are? thanks.

I'm flattered you have enough confidence in me to think I can answer this question in an intelligent way, but it's been a long time since I've seen The Lives of Others, though I remember liking it when I saw it years ago. However, the Stasi's reputation definitely proceeds them; even if one is sympathetic to the Warsaw Pact, they were the vanguards of a brutal regime. The same thing is true of the SS that the State Security Service also pulls its name from, but I don't think one has to point the obvious when discussing Nazi Germany. East Germany/the GDR is generally less known here in the West in pop culture. Certainly at least, the mention of people fleeing its borders brings to mind the Berlin Wall, even if we haven't seen an equivalent. That said, given that Endo is sometimes frustratingly obtuse on elements of Spy x Family's world (which is fair, since world building doesn't really seem to be something he's super interested in unless it serves a narrative purpose) there are some things we can at least tease out with those two examples about what the Ostanian state is like. Communism, at least as a widespread ideology, doesn't seem to really exist in the SxF universe - or at least their world seems to be having its version of the Cold War from the freer West versus an authoritarian East. Granted, the Red Circus in the Japanese text is described as a far left organization, but we're given no indication it receives foreign backing from a USSR expy. The curious snag is that they use the word 'cosmonaut' to describe their astronauts as well, but perhaps the Russian Empire persists in some form, bankrolling other reactionary regimes that it borders.

Regardless, we're given a very narrow view of what Ostania is like for citizens of the middle and upper classes - and it generally seems to be okay. However, we know for certain that this isn't really the true state of affairs given the disappearances of people like Frank the former newspaperman, Biddy's death, how it closely monitors its citizens personal lives by viewing people who're not even married as suspicious, etc. The SSS, even if it bears a superficial resemblance to the organizations it's named after, is clearly intended to be a frightening thing. Billy is very obviously killed after he's arrested in the most recent bus hijacking arc and we know for certain things like wiretapping are commonplace. It is a totalitarian regime where minute actions are scrutinized to the nth degree for supposed subversiveness and no amount of bread or circuses makes up for that. This is a point I think is further supported by a mention of a shadow government doing... something in the cruise arc; whatever they've got going on, it isn't good, and the civilian government led by a bunch of doves seems like an obvious front while the Ostanian political cadres plan what to do next. Sooner or later, they're going to have to fall on the proverbial sword, and the National Unity Party will swoop back in to power. Instead, it seems obvious to me that Ostania is fascist or at least some flavor of far-right. Private enterprise persists, though I would imagine the state intervenes or directs them to do things it sees fit to (real life Imperial Japan comes to mind, especially given Endo's background; while a lot of zaibatsu were disbanded following WWII, others like Mitsubishi weren't) but this was also present in Germany, Italy, Spain, and Portugal. Something tells me that Desmond never divested his business dealings when he was prime minister. Further, we can see this exemplified in how Damian boasts about how great his family is, placing an emphasis on heritage and wealth which we can only assume was a foundational belief passed onto him by Donovan at the very least. Melinda is a tougher nut to crack in this regard right now. We've no evidence that a monarchical dynasty currently reigns in either Westalis or Ostania but I think we can infer at least at one point one did, if for no other reason than our Germany parallel from our world; still, it seems that nobility is at least recognized or has a lingering influence on the country's politics even if it's ostensibly a republic now. One of the things I'm personally most curious about is how much the regime, either now or in the past, scapegoated its minorities. Difficult to say if they had some form of Holocaust/Shoah and/or Generalplan Ost, but one thing that might be a snag regarding my cosmonaut theory above is the belief that Slavic peoples were inferior to their Germanic counterparts during the 19th century's formative years with racialist theories. An interesting thing to note is that the Briar family seems to be coded as perhaps coming from this background. Mom Briar's clothing bears some resemblance to traditional Russian dress, Yuri is a Slavic transliteration of the name George, and Yor's name was initially meant to be Yolanda which, while not Slavic in origin, had been used by some queens in eastern Europe historically. Yuri working for the SSS isn't necessarily a deal breaker either since, if there is such an emphasis on one's parentage, perhaps he and Yor have enough 'proper' blood in them that this is seen as acceptable. Even the Nazis' bat shit theories had dispensations for certain percentages of Jewish ancestry (no, really). However, that's my own editorializing on this aspect of the lore, which doesn't have a whole lot of clarity surrounding it. Anyway: my musical tastes are old. I'm a Boomer, if not a Silent Generation type; '30s-'60s stuff is my jam and if I do dip my toes into more modern music, it's usually in the form of mashups (a medium I love and think is very great).

#spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #meta #analysis #asks #spoilers #manga spoilers

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