#🔥This day you sever your own head🔥

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Demon AU (krkb)

+ bonus Kuro

Kurokabuuu!! If Kabru gets to be naked then so does Kuro, equality for all 🔥Not to break the mystique but in that intro comic Kuro isn't flexing he's just pushing Mickbell away bc he about to be in business mode gdbdg. Was weird trying to make Kuro look more demony, did not work very well except for making him buffer but hey...! A black dog demon yeah yeah yeah...!

I have accidentally recreated Howl's Moving Castle... NOW HEAR ME OUT- The base concept for my satyr Kabru AU (the initial idea was the sketch where he has no horns haha) now turned demon AU was materializing Kabru's fear of anything monster, particularly his insecurity as a kid of being an incubus('s child and that making him a monster), and helping him work through it so he can love himself and others and the world better, but everything started clicking only after thinking about Kuro's role in the setting more. He's this feared dude with a witchy reputation and a lil rhyme about how everyone should stay away from him for their own sake etc etc, but he's not a demon just a dog dude really. The setting in this AU is much like Dunmeshi, but all monsters are called "demons" instead and tied with this concept of demonic not just monstrous, there's special generalized fear in them being kinda fundamentally evil. But they're just beasts, and sometimes just demihuman races, like Kuro. Magic does exist though, and curses, and yeah just a folk kinda vibe!

Kabru because he's become supernatural knows how to speak Kuro's tongue now too, or maybe he's always known it idk... But Kabru sought Kuro out because he's The demon guy around, thought if anyone around would know how to do anything about his having become a monster it'd be him- Mickbell is there too ig like waaa this innocent-looking (def isn't) human loves this demon and lives with him, alone but peaceful as hermits in the woods? Wah wild. Wah we can still have love?? Wah we can fall in love together and live happy monster lives even if ostracized??! Wah wait I'm not even a monster it was just my own latent magical powers cursing myself because I worried and believed myself to be a demon so intensely for so long?!! Wah we can truly have it all...... Growth feels so nice. Except Mickbell, that grown ass man is not finding inner peace yet. Still he's chill here since he's a side char not a main one

It's how Kuro's confident in himself despite everything being stacked against him, it's how he still trusts and likes himself, it's how he just wants a simple happy life and pursues what he wants, it's how he takes things simply... Self-critical Kabru always neglecting himself over obsessing about the greater good could learn from him........ Kuro is the only one after his transformation that unconditionally welcomes him and shows him compassion and it's all so confusing to him, especially since at first Kabru wouldn't even offer that same humanization to Kuro, only risked it out of necessity for his own circumstances, but he gradually becomes able to see the humanity in him despite his appearance, mannerisms, way of life and ideals, until he sees the humanity in him and himself too despite their appearances, until he finds there's nothing wrong in this routine and life of theirs in this isolated magical little place, until........... Just about accepting all of those fuzzy inbetween ways to be that are unclean and hard to understand from the outside, and growing comfortable in them and loving himself and kuro and the life they've made together.......!!!!!! What if through humanizing you I humanized myself... What if through growing a understanding for each other wevalidated ourselves, love as self-love...

I love including Rin into things, for a more plotty story it'd be neat if she tried and followed Kabru... He up and disappeared and she's a capable mage and she doesn't know what his plan was because he never tells her anything so she goes out and pursues him- Could even be the main antagonist besides just idk self-hate and townspeople lol, like she thinks Kuro is keeping him prisoner or something and also because she kinda represents the same kinda social trauma Kabru has, where she's strict about conforming and being an irreproachable undeniable human so she kind of wants to drag him back to that state he was in of anxiety over acting and being human enough...... But of course in the ultimate confrontation when she has her staff pointed at Kuro and they talk, she's hurt by him not confiding in her and thinking of her as someone who wouldn't help, but she understands and stops and yay happy ending :> And if we want them to be in this Holm and Dia may be allies I feel 🤔Like maybe they help out Kabru when they see him, help him escape their human village at one point or something, Holm is quite nice and cares for spirits and Dia's fled her home too so they kinda get it in a way, it'd contrast Rin... This isn't about the Laios party lol. Rin & Mickbell shenanigans would lowkey be fun like maybe Mickbell tricks Rin into thinking Kabru IS there against his will so she can take him away and the status quo of Mickbell not having to share Kuro with anyone is preserved, or maybe they just shittalk and grumble together. Gbdgd this is a plotline about accepting change and these two are noooot happy about it

So yeah he hates being a monster that's the schtick!! Won't a cool dog man pleaseeee turn me human again. Surely he can do that right. So he goes to live with this feared coolass magicky guy and that guy's little guy at his weird home and through making connections and self-love the curse you actually unknowingly put on yourself gradually lessens and disappears, but you don't care anymore because that's the point 😌 Which is why I call it a Howl's Moving Castle recolor gdbd

Kabru is usually the voice of reason within kurokabu so it's really fun switching the roles in that way. If you're just stumbling into this and are sooo confused first of all congrats on getting so far second I can't overstate how unironic this is + if you want more explanation about the ship I made a brainstormy manifesto here <3 Like, did you know Kuro's name is actually Yodan? He was likely called Kuro by Mickbell due to the language barrier. In this AU it's because no one's interested in him as a person so people just give him an ominous title that means black. But Kabru learning his name and Kuro willingly giving away that information and Kabru feeling the weight of it because he really thinks this'd allow him to control him (he can't actually control bc he's not a demon! No one's a demon yay! Just weirdo humans who get otherized)......

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Other vers because I 1) really like it and 2) am very indecisive. I overthink every single slight color change I stg lol

Sigh....... Like bro what if we were both so so far away from home and we knew we can't really go back and we've made our peace with that but man I miss not having been ripped away from my homeland and we are both so so isolated in our own ways in our presents and with a small yet gigantic gesture of compassion and of seeing each other we can learn and grow together with secret study dates where I teach you how to communicate the same way you're teaching me your language, we are both reaching across to each other we are both finding in one another a presence and humanity that feels so rare anywhere else. A sliver of warmth a sliver of home but also a sliver of the new, and embracing that things are changing and that we've changed and wow the animality within humanity and the humanity within animality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey bro your humanity I am only now fully grasping and coming to terms with is so hot bro............ What if your beastly features ended up making me more comfortable in my own stinky human animal flawedness bro........ What if we could just be together reassured through each other that we're human enough no matter what and that's all we need to just be and wahhhhh aughhhhh

Kurokabu is Kuro needing to choose between Kuro and Yodan. Kurokabu is needing to feel comfortable in animality within humanity. What if we stopped repressing ourselves 🫶

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Smoke Eater - Part 18

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

🔥 Series Masterlist

Word Count: 4,000 Tags/Warnings: Angst, fluff, brief mentions of the events of Part 13, some ADA Sam, Detective John, and a cliffhanger…

Part 18: “V for Vendetta”

After that first rocky month, Dean started to improve physically, and so did you emotionally, as he tried his best to let you help him when he needed it. 

In turn, you did your best to gauge his moods; when he truly did need help, and when it was best for you to just be his girlfriend, not his caretaker.

January rolled onwards, and the resulting winter cold snap brought a kind of calm before a storm. Nick Savage still hadn’t been found, but that didn’t mean your worries were over.

Dean knew that this would hang over all of your heads until both Nick and his father were caught and exposed.

Today Dean walked with Sam on his day off, doing a few laps around the neighborhood as part of Dean’s rehab. They knew a police car was stationed nearby, watching them for their safety. It was a bit unnerving, but necessary.

They were walking back into the building when Sam stopped to check the mail. The box for their unit was along the wall in the corridor with several other locked boxes. Sam unlocked theirs and pulled out a rolled-up newspaper, some coupons, and a stray folded note addressed to Dean. Sam’s brows furrowed.

“What’s that, a love note?” Dean asked dryly. He took it from Sam and unfolded the scrap of paper.

20579. Your badge will join your dad’s on the wall.

Both the Fire Department headquarters and the 84th Precinct had a wall to commemorate firefighters and officers who had given their lives in the line of duty. Each of their badges had their own display plaque hung on the respective walls.

In short, the note was a threat.

Sam’s worried frown deepened as he watched Dean’s good mood evaporate. He crumpled up the note and pocket it, before he met his younger brother’s eyes.

“Keep this between us,” he warned. As in, don’t tell you.

Sam shook his head. “Dad needs to know, at least. And you two need to be careful.” 

“That goes for you and Eileen too,” Dean replied. He reached for Sam’s shoulder and squeezed. “Don’t matter that you’re an ADA. Azazel goes after cops and their families. He’s gonna be gunning for an opportunity to get to one of us.”

Sam’s lips pressed together, but he acknowledged that with a nod.

They went back upstairs together, where you were dressed casually and gathering up your purse.

“Heading out somewhere?” Dean asked. Sam shot him a glance, which Dean silently answered with a short nod. He looked back at you when you offered him a smile.

“Yep, we need a few things. Milk, eggs, more Twizzlers, apparently,” you quipped, lightly smacking his stomach. Dean quirked a smile.

“Give me a sec. I’ll go with you,” he said.

You made an uncertain sound. “Didn’t you just get back from a walk? You sure you don’t just want to shower up and relax?”

“I’m good,” said Dean. He knew you didn’t like the idea of him overexerting himself, but he didn’t feel comfortable letting you go out alone. He could tell by the look Sam once again threw his way from the kitchen that he didn’t think it was a good idea either.

Dean slid a hand up your arm. “How about this. I’ll stay in the car. I just want some more fresh air.”

You tilted your head at him, but you conceded. He followed you to the door and held it open for you.

“Can I drive?” Dean hedged.

You chuckled. “Don’t push it, Lieutenant.”

On the way back from the grocery store, you discreetly eyed Dean’s profile. His knee was bouncing as he stared out the window.

Sometimes he checked the rearview mirror of your Camaro. Sometimes he fiddled with the radio or checked his phone.

It was all nervous behavior you took a catalogue of. By the time you pulled back into the parking lot of Dean’s apartment building, he finally seemed to relax a fraction. You parked the car and turned to him. 

“Okay, what’s the matter?” you asked.

Dean gave you a curious look, but there was an unmistakable tension in his demeanor.

“What do you mean?”

You tried your question a different way. “What’s got you all on edge?”

He didn’t seem to want to answer at first.

“Dean,” you prodded. “Does it have something to do with why you insisted on coming with me, even though I can see that you’re tired?”

His face tightened, but he reached over for your hand. Your fingers curled around his. Now you were getting worried.

“We’ve got the police watching us here, but anything could happen out there,” Dean said. “Until this blows over, I don’t think you should go out by yourself.”

Until this blows over. You wanted to ask when that would be, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to give you an answer.

“Zachariah called me this morning,” you admitted. “He’s standing in for Nick as CEO. He said I have a job waiting for me when I get off medical leave next week. Everyone’s been working from home since the fire, but we’d be going to a new building the company owns downtown.”

Dean tightened up, just like you knew he would. His eyes closed as his head tilted back against the headrest. He let out a long breath through his nose. You stayed quiet, both waiting for what he might say and preparing for him to get upset.

He surprised you by calmly looking over at you again.

“It’s not a good idea. If Nick’s still alive, it means his dad probably knows you know who he is,” he said. “And not for nothin’. Even with Nick out of there, that place’s probably been built on blood money.”

Both were fair points.

“I know. I’m going to find something else, as soon as you’re better,” you said. Dean shook his head and held your hand tighter.

“Don’t let me be an excuse,” he said. His gaze was firm and direct meeting yours. “I need you to start taking care of yourself too, all right? Please.” 

Faced with his earnestness, you couldn’t help but soften. After everything he’d done to save you, to protect you, was it fair of you to keep making him worry?

In the past, you’d felt justified. You couldn’t quit. You needed the money. You could handle it, whatever came next. You would deal with it because you had to.

But maybe this time, you didn’t have to. It wasn’t worth all this.

With that resolve, you let out a breath.

“I’m going to call Zachariah,” you said, “and tell him that I’m working from home, or I quit.”

Dean stared back at you with a measure of surprise.

“I’m not going back,” you said, squeezing his hand. “If he has a problem with that, I’ll use whatever I have left in my savings. Hopefully that’ll be enough until I find a new job.”

After a moment, Dean expelled a breath of relief. He beckoned you over, and carefully as you could over the upholstery, you leaned over and caressed his cheek before you went in for a kiss. He welcomed you, with his hands slipping up your sides and around your back, pressing you into him with a heady warmth.

He paused against your lips after a while. His forehead rested against yours.

“You don’t need to drain your savings. I can help you,” Dean started to say, but you pulled back and held your fingers to his lips.

“You’ve helped me enough. You’re already letting me live with you rent free,” you pointed out. “Let me figure out the rest.”

After a moment, Dean wordlessly agreed. He wanted to argue that you wouldn’t have had to move in with him if not for Azazel putting you in his sights, but at the same time, Dean understood that you’d been providing for yourself for a long time. He respected you for it.

So he just guided you back to him for another slow kiss.

John Winchester owned a condo approximately 20 minutes from his sons’ apartment. It was the home they’d grown up in after the house fire, over thirty years ago.

John had learned a lot since then. In fact, some might say that he’d become a paranoid bastard.

Aside from a professional alarm system, he’d installed hidden cameras inside and out of his home, and at every window. It meant that even when he was asleep, his eyes were never truly closed.

When the intruder took his first steps into John’s bedroom, the man himself was waiting with a gun cocked and loaded. The safety clicking back made a small sound, but in the silence, it might as well have been a gunshot.

The masked man swiftly turned and ducked, throwing a punch. The scuffle that followed was quick and covered by darkness.

The cameras on “Night Mode” picked up every moment.

And that was how John later showed video evidence of Alastair Rolston breaking into his condo, and subsequently getting his ass handed to him.

Both men had their fair share of bruises, but at the end of the day, Alastair was the one cuffed to a chair in the bowels of the 84th Precinct. He sat beside his court-appointed lawyer.

Meanwhile, Cas watched the scene from behind the one-way glass window of the interrogation room. Rufus Turner, their Lieutenant, was beside him, along with ADA Sam Winchester. He watched the man his father questioned very carefully. 

“Well, I think you know what this means, Mr. Rolston,” John drawled.

Alastair’s stance in the chair was relaxed, almost unfazed. He gave the detective a wry smile.

“What’s that, John?” he asked.

“I’ve got you dead to rights on attempted murder of a cop,” said John. “It ain’t a good look, my friend.”

“Don’t answer that,” said the lawyer. Alastair glanced at the man, unimpressed, to say the least.

“No fucking shit,” he replied.

“I’d say you’ve got two options,” John pressed forward. He leaned on the table between him and Alastair.

“Did Azazel…excuse me, Daniel Savage, put you up to this? You can answer that question, or I could just skip to the part where you sit in a cell for 20 to life.”

Alastair’s face gave away nothing but calculation and amusement. John nodded, with a grim smile.

“I’ll bet you set the fire at Savage & Co. Trying to get Nick to look like a victim in all this��the consequence of doing business with the likes of Azazel,” he said. “Better yet, I think you’re his favorite hitman. Clean, precise, no tracks left behind, no traces of evidence. Perfect kills. I’ll bet you consider yourself a goddamn artist.”

Alastair lifted his gaze, and John saw the familiar depths of a killer.

“I don’t like setting fires,” said Alastair.

John was nonplussed. “I’m sure you don’t.”

The other man rolled his shoulders.

“It’s all very…messy, you see. Unpredictable.” A smile graced his lips. “But I know someone who does.”

“He’ll give you his employer,” the lawyer said. “The person who ordered the hit.”

“Which hit?” John arched a brow. “I can’t be the only special one. What about Paul Richardson, Jerry Stillwell, Amanda Waller?”

The lawyer shared a look with his client. Alastair rolled his eyes and leaned over to whisper in his ear. After a moment, the lawyer nodded and met John’s gaze.

“He’ll tell you what you want to know, but only for a blanket deal of immunity.”

John could’ve guessed. Alastair smiled once more and leaned back in his seat.

The detective held up a finger and exited the interrogation room. He met Sam’s gaze, and the latter already knew what his father was thinking.

"Give me a minute," Sam said. He went into the room and tried to negotiate with Alastair and his lawyer, but the man wouldn't accept a plea of 20 to 25 years, even to serve all the murders they could charge him with concurrently. Nor would he accept 15 to 20, or even Sam's best deal: 10 to 12.

Sam exited the room and hid his discouragement. He met his father's waiting gaze.

“We can’t give him immunity,” Sam said. “He’s likely the one who committed Azazel’s hits. Not just for the past six months, but for God knows how long, and how many bodies.”

“At this point, it’s the only way we’re getting a chance at Daniel Savage,” John said. “Not just finding him, but pinning him as the mastermind behind the whole operation. Drug trafficking, arson, murders…the whole thing, Sam.”

Sam didn’t like it. No one did, for that matter, but even Rufus heaved a sigh.

“You can’t move forward without a trigger finger willing to testify,” he said.

“Yeah, because hitmen make notoriously credible witnesses,” Sam retorted.

“Do think he set the fires as well?” Cas asked John. “He seemed to imply that he committed the murders, but not the arson.”

John hummed in contemplation.

“We’ll find out. But first, I want a confirmed name from the horse’s mouth,” he said, shifting his attention to Sam. “Can you get me that, son?” 

Sam’s lips pursed.

Within an hour, the paperwork was drawn and the plea deal was arranged. Father and son sat side by side on one side of the interrogation room, while Alastair and his lawyer sat on the other. Alastair finished signing the final document as the cuffs on his wrists jangled.

“All right,” said John. “Tell me what I want to know.”

Alastair smiled and spread his hands as wide as he was able.

“I’m an open book, Johnny. Ask away.”

John leaned forward.

“Let’s start with this,” he said. “Who ordered you to kill me?”

Nick Savage was unearthed from a luxury apartment in the south of France. He was extradited back the United States and hauled into a courtroom in Lawrence, Kansas for arraignment.

Sam Winchester was the prosecutor on the case. As luck would have it, one of his favorite judges was also assigned for this docket.

“What do we have here?” asked Judge Devereaux. He was a portly man, short and graying, with square black glasses that framed his perpetually surly face. The man now adjusted his glasses so he could read the slip of paper the clerk had just handed to him after reading off the docket.

The charges included four counts of murder in the first degree: the murders-for-hire, enacted by Alastair Rolston.

Followed by attempted murder in the first degree, ten counts of murder in the second degree (those who had lost their lives in the most recent building fire), conspiracy to commit murder, arson, and if that weren’t enough, a charge each of attempted sexual assault and sexual harassment.

When the last two charges were read out loud in the courtroom, Nick looked visibly angry.

Sam glanced over at the defendant with thinly veiled satisfaction. Some days, it was difficult for him to come to work.

Today was not that day.

“All right, that is a laundry list of potential misdeeds,” Judge Deveraux remarked. He looked up at Nick Savage. “How does the defendant plead?”

At the prodding of his lawyer, Amelia Richardson, Nick spoke up.

“Not guilty,” he said. Though he rolled his eyes, as if this was a waste of his time.

“What’s the deal here, Mr. Winchester?” Judge Devereaux asked.

“The primary charge is a murder-for-hire, your Honor,” Sam replied. “Mr. Savage hired a hitman to murder at least five people, and succeeded with four. He also masterminded several arsons. This includes a fire at his own company building, which claimed the lives of ten people and injured several others. This is all part of a larger connection to organized crime, which the People intend to prove in our case. Due to the nature of the charges, and the defendant clearly being a flight risk, we seek his remand to custody without bail.”

The judge raised his brows. He turned to the defendant’s lawyer.

“What about it, Miss Richardson?”

Amelia shot Sam a glance, but she replied to the judge.

“What we have here is a conflict of interest, your Honor,” she said. “Detective John Winchester has a vendetta against my client. Therefore, Mr. Winchester should recuse himself. It’s a family affair, Judge, and they have no evidence for any of these charges, except for the testimony of a confessed murderer.”

“It’s called prosecutorial discretion,” Sam cut in. “Our evidence goes beyond Mr. Rolston’s testimony and will more than support our case. I’ve also tried my father’s cases before, your Honor. This defendant is no different.”

The judge peered closer at the docket with incredulous eyes.

“Except for the fact that one of the attempted murders was on your father. John Winchester?” Judge Devereaux actually chuckled. “Oh, Mr. Savage. Many have tried and failed on that regard.”

“Judge,” Amelia tried, but Devereaux waved her off. Sam took in that small victory without giving anything away outwardly. The fact that John was on the docket as a “victim” was easily Sam’s biggest challenge in this arraignment, but he just couldn’t hand this off to another prosecutor.

“And what’re these last charges about?” the judge asked.

“Mr. Savage attempted to sexually assault one of his employees at a company Christmas party in the defendant’s home, your Honor,” Sam replied. His gaze once again cut over to Nick, who glared back at him with a sneer.

“That’s a goddamn lie!” Nick shouted.

Amelia grabbed his arm and tried to shut him up, but Nick jerked out of her grasp.

“Put a gag on your client or I will, Miss Richardson,” Devereaux warned with a deepening frown.

“Hey,” Amelia hissed a whisper, grabbing the sleeve of Nick’s suit jacket this time. “Get it together and shut your mouth. Remember where you are.”

He ignored her to try and speak to the judge himself. 

“That bitch tased me. Did she tell you that?” Nick levied Sam a look, before he turned back to Devereaux. “Yeah, she assaulted me, Judge. So that charge is fucking bogus.”

“I’ve heard quite enough!” Devereaux snapped. He raised his gavel and slammed it down loud enough for Nick to flinch. “The defendant is remanded to custody, without bail.”

It was more satisfying than John would admit.

While the development wasn’t exactly what he had expected, having Daniel Savage’s son dragged out of his new prison home to sit in another musty holding cell was the highlight of the new year.

This was the poor excuse for a man who’d given him such a headache these past few months. This was the little shit that nearly got his son killed, and who’d been terrorizing you for months, if not years.

But he would be a means to an end.

“I’ll tell ya what, Nick. You don’t look like a man that could organize a handful of murders and arsons, but here we are,” John said.

He scratched the back of his head and sat on the corner of the desk. Sam was seated across from Nick, and Cas was hanging back within the cell, watching the exchange (and watching Nick’s reactions for any tells).

On the other side sat Nick himself, dressed down in his gray prison garb. It was a far cry from the $5,000 suit he wore in the arraignment. Next to him was his lawyer, Amelia Richardson.

“Is there a question in there somewhere?” she asked. She shot Sam a glance.

They had dated in law school for a few months. It had ended abruptly when her husband returned from Afghanistan. It had been a shock to both of them, since the man had been presumed dead.

Clearly, Sam had moved on since then. He was happier with Eileen than he ever was, but he could tell that Amelia had never quite recovered from the “what could’ve been” of their relationship.

Still, Sam had set all that aside the moment he stepped into this room. He watched his father work.

“Why did you set fire to your own building?” John asked.

He’d expected Nick to be more explosive with his denials, but the man was quietly simmering, like he just wanted the questioning to be over. It reminded John of when his sons were teenagers. Maybe he hadn’t been the perfect father, but intuition was telling him something…

“You didn’t do it, did you?” John mused. “At least, not that fire.”

It was interesting, however, that Alastair had pinned the Savage & Co. fire on the son—that Nick had started it himself, along with the other arsons. Alastair had just been the muscle, committing the murders and the brandings on the victims.

John wasn’t so sure he believed that. He leaned in a bit and gave Nick a wry smile.

“Did Daddy do that one for ya?” he asked.

At that, Nick held firm. “My father has nothing to do with this.”

Hmm, a bit of familial loyalty? Maybe trying to prove himself, John detected. How far is he willing to go to protect his dad?

“So you did do it, along with the other arsons,” John said.

“Are you trying to get him to confess without a plea deal?” Amelia snarked.

“I’m trying to figure out how badly this kid wants to stay out of jail for the rest of his life,” John said.

“I’m not a fucking kid,” Nick grumbled.

“If you have something for us on Daniel Savage, then we’re willing to listen,” Sam added. “Do you really want to spend the rest of your life in jail?”

Nick crossed his arms, clearly uncooperative.

Sam narrowed his gaze. “This is your last chance, Nick.”

“You don’t have anything on me except for the word of a murdering felon,” Nick retorted. “I’ll beat this trial in a few months and I’ll be out free…but if you really want to know, I’ll let you in on a little something.”

He leaned in, meeting John’s eyes.

“Dad retaliates,” said Nick. “I think you know that best of all, Detective. This time, I think it’s one son for another. And you’ve got two to pick from.”

“Nick,” Amelia warned, but he ignored her.

He glanced at a carefully stoic Sam before he smirked in John’s face, which had become devoid of all humor and revealed the stoniness underneath.

“If I were a betting guy, I’d put my money on the one that had a fucking building fall on him.”

After leaving the county jail, John drove Sam and Cas back to his sons’ apartment. They couldn’t treat Nick’s warning as an idle threat.

Sam was the prosecutor on the case. He wasn’t willing to step down, so the best they could do for him was give him a police security detail that would have to be with him at all times. However, all three men agreed that you, Dean, and Eileen needed to be put in protective custody during the trial.

“Damn it, Dean,” Sam muttered. His brother wasn’t answering his cell.

“Try him again,” said John.

“Is Eileen still at work?” Cas asked.

“Yeah, but she’s talking to the principal now about a temporary replacement for her classes,” Sam replied. He was worried about her safety, but he was also worried about you and Dean. Neither of you were answering your cell phones.

He later let John and Cas into his apartment, where all looked normal and clean.

“Dean!” Sam called out. He was just about to search the apartment when the man came out of his room, looking freshly showered.

“Hey, what’s up?” said Dean. “The gang’s all here, huh?”

“I’ve been calling you for an hour. Where’ve you been?” Sam asked in annoyance, though it was edged with a hint of more that tipped off Dean.

He sensed the tension in the room between his brother, his father, and his friend. He frowned.

“I had a doctor’s appointment. Why?”

John explained the latest round of questioning with Nick Savage, and his most recent threat. John asked where you were right now, if not in the apartment. Dean’s expression shifted to one of worry as he went to find his cell phone.

“She had a job interview,” he admitted, scrolling through his phone to find your name. “She couldn’t reschedule it, else she would’ve gone with me.”

He’d been uneasy about you going to the interview by yourself, but you hadn’t wanted him to change his appointment, and you had assured him it was only a few minutes away…

Dean held the phone to his ear and waited what felt like an eternity as it rang.

Pick up. Pick up, damn it.

Finally, the line connected.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted…but you didn’t answer.

“You there?” he asked. There was a pit forming in his stomach when he glanced up at John. His father met his gaze with furrowed brows that betrayed concern.

The line was silent for one more painful moment. Dean opened his mouth to call out to you again, but a smooth voice interrupted.

“Dean, Dean, Dean,” a man replied. “Forgetting something?”

AN: 🫣 Sorry lol.

But the next chapter will bring the final showdown...

Next Time:

Dean’s heart began to pound. His mouth parted, but for a moment, the words wouldn’t escape.

“Who is this?” he said. His voice was a hint unsteady.

“I think you know, son,” the man replied.

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[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Regarding the post about the different types of crimes on Gallifrey, what kinds of punishments would there be?

What are Gallifreyan punishments like?

When Time Lords punish someone, they don't just throw you in a cell and call it a day. No, they like to get creative. Here are some of the genuine punishments authorised by the Worshipful and Ancient Law of Gallifrey.

🚨 Common Punishments

🔗 Exile to the Wild Lands – The most standard punishment. Just drop someone off in Gallifrey's least hospitable places and let them figure it out. Most Gallifreyans consider this a fate worse than death.

🌍 Exile from Gallifrey (Without a Fully Functional TARDIS) – The go-to punishment for Time Meddlers, political inconveniences, and anyone who just annoyed the High Council too much. Almost always includes a forced regeneration for good measure.

🩸 Biodata Tattoos & Temporonic Tags – All convicted criminals in Shada get a biodata tattoo (a serpent-dragon on their right arm), permanently linking them to the courts. It's like a magical ankle monitor—except it's in your DNA.

🧠 Obliviscence (Memory Wiping) – The Time Lord version of "let’s just pretend that didn't happen." This neural block removes specific memories or skills, though it's not always reliable—wiped memories tend to resurface in very inconvenient ways.

🔄 Forced Regeneration – The classic disciplinary measure. The High Council can force a Time Lord to regenerate, effectively killing one incarnation.

🔒 More Severe Punishments

🚀 Indefinite Imprisonment in a TARDIS – The subject is locked inside their own TARDIS with no escape—unless they activate the dematerialisation switch, which erases them from history entirely.

🧬 Identity Alteration via Biodata Manipulation – Retroactively changes a criminal's entire genetic structure, rewriting them into someone who wouldn't have committed the crime in the first place.

🌀 Removal of Time Lord Symbiotic Nuclei – A sentence worse than death. Strips a Time Lord of all their temporal abilities—no more regeneration, no more TARDIS piloting.

⌛ Confiscation of Remaining Regenerations – If the courts feel particularly vindictive, they can take away a Time Lord's future regenerations. Reserved for severe violations of the First Law of Time.

💀 Death Sentences & Ultimate Punishments

🪨 Public Stoning (no longer used, apparently) – This one dates back to the Dark Times, when executions involved stoning criminals to death and then displaying their head on a pole.

🔥 The Final Sanction of Termination – Gallifreyan execution involves vaporisation inside a molecular dispersal chamber. The criminal's remains are then scattered through time and space, and all records of their existence are deleted.

🔄 Sentenced In Perpetuity – Instead of death, some criminals are imprisoned forever in places like Shada, an Oubliette Custody Suite or a Phantom Sun, where they just sit, frozen, for eternity.

⏳ Time Looping a World – Reserved for entire civilisations. The species in question is trapped in a never-ending time loop, reliving the same events for hundreds of thousands of years.

🚫 Unhappening from History – The ultimate erasure. The Time Lords can reverse your timeline, removing you from history entirely. Nobody will remember you, because you will have never existed. Carried out via D-Mat guns or the Oubliette of Eternity.

🏫 So …

Gallifreyan justice is brutal, efficient, and deeply unsettling. Instead of just locking someone up, they prefer exile, rewriting their genetics, stealing their lifespans, or erasing them from history.

Related:

💬|🏛️📜What are some surprisingly Gallifrey laws?: Overview of the potential and more weird laws of Gallifrey.

💬|🏛️🔐How could you escape Shada?: Guide to (not) escaping Shada.

🤔|👁️⏲️How can Time Lords tell if a Law of Time has been broken?

Hope that helped! 😃

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[sugarlywhispers]

Laysa … your recent lavagirl and Bakugou post was so 😋

1) Bakugou is about to crash tf out THIS IS NOT A DRILL 🚨‼️🙅🏾‍♀️

2) idk what that villain thought this was but lavagirl and Bakugou DO NOT play about each other frfr .. like the villain is soo cooked it’s not even funny

3) also angstier thought about this but like Bakugou was so torn up about slightly hurting lavagirl even though it wasn’t even her. So now I’m thinking about a villain that has a puppet control quirk and like they control someone completely but the person is still aware of what’s happening yet can’t stop it. And the villain sends Bakugou after lavagirl 😣. Like… she hesitated so bad even though the villain WASNT Bakugou.. imagine if it really was him 💔

Me thinking about how heartbreaking that would be:

(Sorry to be a Debby downer I literally just read this three part angst fic that had tears streaming down my face fr 🤕🤧)

NO, BECAUSE—

1) THAT VILLAIN IS FUCKING DEAD. LIKE, THIS IS NO JOKE. 🔥🔥

2) It's so not funny how Dynamight –the real one– is about to shred to pieces his own image. Like, think about the symbolism for a sec… NOT EVEN HIMSELF IS ALLOWED TO HURT HIS BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT WIFE. AND THAT'S A CLEAR THREAT TO EVEN HEROES. NO FUCKING ONE GETS TO TOUCH Y/N. PERIOD.

3) ADKANXNDBAQLWIWYGSKDJSJS MY HEART. 💔💔 Just imagine—

Bakugou Katsuki is freaking crying, loudly begging, and desperately pleading inside his head to any possible god existing up there in the sky to fucking please… STOP. All as he sees you recoil, genuine fear splattered in all your factions and body stance while he is forcibly ordered to walk towards you. He can feel it, his body getting ready to attack against his own will. He's going to attack you. You, the most important person of his life. The person he chose to share everything with. Gentle and soothing touches every night, laying together in the same bed, before falling asleep in each other's arms. From small pecks of ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ to deep, passionate kisses that show how in love you're with each other. Gentle words that reassure how well each of you did for the day and even healthy arguments in which you worriedly reprend each other if the other did something stupid and put their life in danger. Either way, it always ended in a forgiven strong embrace of a hug and a touch of lips that means: ‘I still love you over all’.

It's not clear to everyone watching. It's not even clear to you as he approaches, deadly looking, ready to fight you with all his might –yet eyes turned white, void of any emotion, coldly inexpensive, and obviously in a trance that no matter how hard Red Riot or Deku try while throwing stuff or even themselves at Dynamight, they can not break the spell the villain has their best friend in.

Pro Hero Dynamight just looks like he's ready to kill.

To kill you.

No one can actually see the battle he is having inside his head with himself.

STOP. FUCKIN’ STOP! STUPID BODY!! FUCKIN’ STOP MOVING! DON'T YOU DARE HURT HER. NO. STOP!!!

He's howling inside his head, and it's no use. No matter how desperately and loud he screams in his head, he isn't in control of his body. But he can see. He sees and feels his body blowing away the stuff Izuku throws to stop him. He sees and feels when Eijirou puts himself in front of him, all turned into rock, as he punches and tries to pull Katsuki away; yet he ends up being thrown probably a kilometer away and against the bricks of a fallen building by the force of one of Katsuki's explosions.

Inside his head he grimaces at what he has done to his two best friends. They look pretty wounded, and it's all because of him. 

Fuck!

And Katsuki sees and feels his arm raising, cannon directed at you, who stand several meters in front of him quite unsure on what to do.

MOVE. DODGE. RUN AWAY. DON'T LET ME HURT YOU! FUCKIN’ FIGHT ME!! 

But you don't. Your lava completely retracts into your body, no longer standing in an attack nor defensive position.

NO. FUCK! DON'T! Y/N, DON'T!

His other hand raises, fingers directing at the side of the cannon that would activate the shoot of his accumulated nitroglycerin sweat that would bring hell into the world. Fuckin’ directed at you!

NO! NOOO! Please… No…

Dynamight fires.

Right at the last minute he sees Deku standing in front of you, fully ready to receive the blast. And then Red Riot in his rock form appears in front of Deku, fully receiving the blast. 

Mentally, Katsuki groans with relief. Kirishima has trained thousands of times with him, enduring his shots in his rock form. The red-head is strong enough to endure a blast like that one. However, the amount of nitroglycerin collected has been too big, even for what Dynamight himself is used to. He feels the recoil in his shoulder, he knows one more move and it will break. And he truly wishes it does if it means he won't get another chance to hurt any of you or his friends.

Yet when he focuses his attention back to the place where you were once the smoke dissipates, he freezes. Red Riot is fully knocked out, lying almost moveless on the ground if not for the slow intakes of breath. Deku is also down, a big portion of rock that exploded up from the ground over his legs that prevents him from moving it off him. Fuck, Katsuki knows if Izuku wasn't so weakened as he is at the moment he would be able to easily punch the rock away and fight him. But the villain had already taken care of tiring Deku a lot before Dynamight and Y/H/N landed on the scene.

And you… Oh, no… 

You are lying motionless on the dirty ground, torches of fire close to your body but not close enough to burn you. But the blast has been strong enough to even reach you behind two of the biggest heroes there are.

Katsuki is yelling in agony inside his head.

He still sees and feels his body move. Walking slowly but surely towards where you lay. Passing by the two completely beating up pro heroes like he doesn't care a damn thing about them.

Fuck! No… NO. STOP ALREADY. PLEASE!! FUCKIN’ STOP!!!

When he stands next to you, he moves you with his boot to lay on your back. He sees your beaten and weak body barely respond as he straddles your hips, but you're looking at his eyes. And he feels his own ready to attack again.

NO, FUCKIN’ NO!

His hand raises, palm open, getting closer to your face, heat increasing with each second that passes. He feels it coming, a big blast ready to shoot at your face. Ready to kill you.

Bakugou Katsuki is bawling inside his head, fucking desperate and metaphorically pulling the hairs of his head at how incompetent, how out of control he feels.

He's going to kill you, with his own hands, and there's nothing he can do to stop it.

And then… You smile at him. That loving and comprehensive smile you used to give him when he didn't know how to express his feelings. Filled with love and assurance.

Everything freezes again, including his body.

“I know you're in there, Katsuki,” you speak in such a gentle tone it physically makes the pit of his stomach contract in painful love. Both of your hands weakly hold the one a few centimeters away from your face.

His complete body starts to tremble, and you know that Katsuki is inside there fighting. He's battling to regain the power over his own body as hard as he can. You know your Katsuki is there.

Tears start to escape your eyes, but they still show the immense love you feel for the man above you. You know that even though he is about to kill you, it's not his fault. It's not him. Katsuki would never kill you. You trust him. You love him. And even if he does end up killing you, you would still love him.

“It's me, Katsuki. Y/N… Your Y/N,” you cry, one of your hands cups his face that holds an angry, deadly expression, his eyes still white and void of any emotion. But you can feel him trembling, droplets of sweat sliding over the skin of his temples thanks to the strength you know his mind is putting against the control the villain has over his body.

And you smile bigger, still looking at him with adoring love. Weakly directing his hand down towards your chest, right where your heart is. You press his hand against it, for him to feel the beats that jump against your chest for him. Because of him. Your beating heart that loves him. That lives for him. And that would gladly die for him too.

“All I… all I want you to know… is that… I still love you over all.”

You close your eyes, ready for the outcome that it's most surely about to happen. Ready to receive with open and welcoming arms the mutual friend every hero has: Death.

A real and loud roar escapes Dynamight's mouth. Everyone witnessing the immense struggle, the hard fight the pro hero is battling inside.

And then a snap. It feels as if someone cut something off with a katana, the typical sound the weapon makes as it slides heads off in movies.

You feel the hand over your chest leave its place forcefully, and when you open your eyes, that hand fires a blast towards the air. Katsuki's arm is raised over his head, palm open at the sky as the blast bellows in rage, just like the scream that came within his chest and out.

Katsuki eyes open as fire lightens above his head, teary ruby eyes looking down at you in deep relief and love.

You sob happily as Katsuki lets his body fall languid over you, but still putting his forearms on each side of your head to avoid completely falling with his weight over you.

“I love you,” his head is hiding in your neck as he takes rapid and deep inhales of breath, so you kiss his cheek several times while your arms surround his body.

Your Katsuki is back.

You help him turn to the side and lay on his back, body still trembling and breathing fastly. You know he's seconds away from losing consciousness, so you kiss him one more time, this time on his forehead lovingly. He relaxes and he's out.

Your eyes travel to the villain, who looks dumbfounded that your husband broke the spell and gained his control back. But when their eyes find yours, they gulp. You stand and begin to walk towards him, your lava activating with each step you give closer. Your eyes hold so much rage, your body lightening up and showing the demonic look you're known for. It's the villain's turn to recoil, unsure and afraid.

“Now, is fucking personal…”

[winchesterwild78]

Montana part 1

Master List

Characters: Beau Arlen x Reader, Jenny Hoyt x Reader (cousins)

Warnings: mention of Domestic Violence, drinking, slow burn🔥

Minors DNI 18+

A/N: New series I’m working on. Doesn’t follow Big Sky story but has some characters.

This is a work of fiction. All work is my own, don’t take it.

I edited it quickly and typed with one hand due to surgery recovery. Please over look any errors. Thanks. 😊

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You felt like you had been driving for days. Well, you had been but you did stop a few times. Pulling into the parking lot of the sheriffs station where your cousin Jenny worked you put the car in park. Turning off the ignition you got out and stretched. The cool Montana air caused a chill through your body. You hadn’t planned to move to Montana, but after you left your husband Jenny offered you a place to stay.

Growing up you and Jenny were inseparable. You were more like sisters than cousins. You were almost 2 years older than her, but you two were so close. You called her “Jenny bean” and she called you “Y/N/N”. You hated the name, but you loved her. So when you called her and told her you were leaving your husband she immediately told you to come there.

You walked in and the officer at the front greeted you. “Hello miss. How can I help you?” He asked. “Hi, I’m looking for Jenny Hoyt. She told me to meet her here today. I’m Y/N, her cousin” you smiled. “Oh yeah. She told me you’d be by today. Welcome to Montana. I’m Deputy Poppernak, but you can call me Pop.” You smiled and shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” “Let me get Jenny for you.” He said as he stood. You nodded and took a seat.

A few minutes later you could hear her before you saw her. You stood and when she saw you she threw her arms around you. “Oh my god Y/N you made it! I’m so glad you’re here. Hey Pop do you know who this is?!” She said excitedly You smiled at her and said “we’ve been introduced and hey Jenny bean. Thank you for letting me crash at your place.” “Anything for you Y/N/N. Girl come on let’s get you some coffee and something to eat. Pop let Beau know I’ll be back if he comes in.” She said taking your hand and pulling you towards the door.

You climbed in her truck and she started towards the coffee shop in town. “So, Y/N what really happened with you and David?” She asked looking ahead. “I know it’s not what you told your mom. So spill.” You looked at your hands and fidgeted. “He changed. He wasn’t the man I fell in love with. He started drinking more and he started commenting about my weight and everything I did wrong. Then he….um…started hitting me.” Jenny gasped “oh honey. I’m so sorry. Did you ever tell anyone or document it.” “I took out a police report and they arrested him, but I didn’t have any marks that time. The arresting officers were buddies of his so I just dropped it. I know it was stupid. This past Christmas he broke my nose and my ribs.” “What?!? Is that why you didn’t go to your mom’s this year?” She asked. You put your head down and softly said “yes”.

She grabbed your hand and told you that you were safe and she was proud of you. You smiled at her and told her thank you. Y’all pulled in the parking lot and got out. She led the way and when she walked in everyone greeted her and she introduced you to several people inside. The two of you took a seat and looked over the menu. You decided on a vanilla latte and some eggs, bacon and toast. The two of you sat there talking and catching up while you ate.

On the way back she told you she was going to take the rest of the day off to help you get settled. She smiled and told you she was going to make sure you never had to see David again. Jenny pulled back into the parking lot and both of you got out. As you two walked back in you saw Pop and he greeted both of you. You smiled and said hello.

That’s when you came face to face with him. Walking around the corner was a 6ft 1” man with light brown hair, a perfectly trimmed beard and piercing green eyes. Your breath caught in your throat. Then he spoke. Damn his accent sent a chill through you. “Hey Hoyt where ya been” he asked Jenny. “Oh hey Arlen, this is my cousin Y/N. She’s moving in with me and just pulled into town. I took her for some breakfast.” She said as she stepped aside. The two of you made eye contact and he extended his hand. “Hello Y/N, I’m Sheriff Arlen, welcome to town. You can call me Beau.” He smiled. You extended your hand and said “Thank you. It’s nice to meet you Sheriff, er I mean Beau.”

“Okay Arlen, is it okay if I take the rest of the day off to help her get settled” Jenny asked. He shook his head yes while looking at you. “Y/N, I’ll be right behind you okay” she said. You said yes and started to head out the door. You turned around and said “it was nice meeting all of you” you looked right at Beau when you said it. He smiled and nodded. Oh god his smile. You felt your face flush.

When you walked out Jenny pushed Beau’s chest and said “your office, now.” “What’s wrong Hoyt?” Beau asked. “Don’t even think about it Beau. She just got out of a nasty marriage. Please don’t be another heartbreak she has to survive.” Jenny said. “I wasn’t thinking about anything Jenny. I was being polite” Beau insisted. “Okay Arlen. If you say so. Just please leave her alone” Jenny asked. Beau didn’t respond. He just looked at her. Jenny didn’t press anymore and left.

You were outside waiting. “Hey Jenny everything okay” you questioned when you saw her. “Yep. Let’s go home” she said. You got in your car thinking about the handsome sheriff and as you drove past the door you saw him standing there watching. You offered him a soft smile and he smiled back.

Later that night you were unpacked and hanging out with Jenny. There was a knock at the door and she got up to answer it. You heard voices and then she returned to the living room and someone was behind her. It was him. You smiled at him and he greeted you. “Hey Y/N. I wanted to officially welcome you to town. I brought some of Jenny’s favorite beer. Wasn’t sure what you liked but Pop said you and Jenny were like sisters so I figured you might like the same things.” He rambled. You stood up and took a beer and thanked him. He said welcome again and turned to leave. “Beau, would you like to join us” you asked. Jenny’s eyes went wide and she rolled them too. Beau looked at her and then at you. “Um I don’t know.” He said. “Oh lord Arlen, just sit down” Jenny sighed.

The three of you sat outside around the fire and chatted while drinking the beer Beau brought. When the beer was gone you and Beau switched to water and Jenny to wine. The hours ticked on as the three of you sat talking. Jenny was tired and said she was going to bed.

You looked at Beau and said if he was ready to go you would be fine. “I’m still trying to get used to the time change so I’m not really tired yet. I’m okay to be by myself if you’re ready to go home” you told him. “No, I’m okay for a little longer.” He said. You nodded and a pregnant silence filled the air.

“So, Y/N I’m not trying to get you to talk about anything you’re not comfortable with but Jenny said you just left your marriage. How are you doing? I’m recently divorced myself. Moved here actually to be close to my daughter. Otherwise I’d be back in Texas.” He told you. You put your hand on his arm “I’m sorry Beau. I’m sure it’s hard to be away from your daughter. That’s really sweet you moved here to be with her. That couldn’t have been easy.” You said. He smiled, looked down at your hand and placed his on top. “Thank you” he smiled. “Beau, I’m not completely comfortable talking about why I split up with him, but yes I did just get out of a messy situation. Thank you for your concern and maybe one day I’ll talk to you about it.” You smiled. “Fair enough. Just know I’m here if you need someone to talk to. I know you have Jenny, but it might be easier to talk to someone who isn’t family.” He told you. You nodded and smiled.

Beau looked at his watch and stood up “well darlin I better get going. I need to be up early for work. Thank you for the company.” He said.

You stood up and as you took a step you tripped and he caught you. His fingers brushed your skin and a fire broke out through your body. Your heart beat faster and you held your breath. He held you in his arms and you both held your stare. Beau started to lean forward and you leaned toward him. Before either of you knew what was happening your lips ghosted over his. Your hot breath mixing with his and he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You kissed him back. The two of you pulled apart and smiled at each other. Beau ran his thumb over your cheek “so beautiful.” You blushed. “Good night Y/N” he said. “Good night Beau. See you later.” You walked him to the door.

Closing and locking the door you walked to your room. You sat on the bed and touched your lips. You’d never been kissed like that before and it scared you. Beau Arlen could be just what you needed, or he could be just another heartbreak. The question on your mind was were you willing to give him a chance.

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[ladythornofrivia]

Kingdom of Fire & Blood || (Part Six)

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Next Chapter

summary: modern!reader reborn as lady greenstar. it was no secret as aemond’s admiration grew.

pair: aemond x reader

warnings & disclaimer: smut, violence, p in v sex, sexual content, aemond being arrogant, modern reader doesn’t know how the world of GOT works but is a Aemond stan, praise kink, breeding kink, spitting kink, voice kink, fluff, angst—family drama, oral sex, hate sex, stalking, jealousy, virginity loss, size kink, obsession, reader being sassy and aroused, sweet moments with reader and Aemond. Reader is a huge GOT & HOTD fan. Pro-Green, Reader is a green supporter. Aemond becomes king instead of Aegon. (P.S. Alys who? I only know Aemond x Reader)

a/n: this chapter is ONLY in Aemond’s pov. ooc aemond, but still is a cold-stone, charming prince we all love. Thank you for being patient with me; i took so long to write. I used a reference from Nanami’s line from JJK—he said “Being a child isn’t a sin.” And the trailer of HOTD S2 is 😍😭🔥❤️‍🔥👏

Chapter Six: The Rebirth of Lady Greenstar

~Aemond’s POV~

Aemond couldn’t stop gazing at you in your sleep, no matter how often he saw your chest rise and fall with soften breath drawing past through your lips—sinful lips, droning out soft noises, he recalls the day where he undressed you. Moles engraved on your lower lips and neck, and several others spotted on the collarbone. Some at the back. The shape on your smooth legs sprawled and tucked at turns you rotated whilst in dreamland—he recalled your skin marked in red outline of a dragon on your right thigh, and a green dragon on your whole backside.

Slender arms rested beneath your head despite the ivory pillows are there, all fluffed and cleansed with new ivory sheets, aglow under a yellow sun.

Quenched as he is, Alicent’s word stung; his hands and teeth clenched. “But the truest of your heart—your love must be hidden in secret,” she told him once.

He knew what she meant.

Studying the histories of the Targaryens—of those who had children out of wedlock for an escapism in horrid and loveless marriages assigned from previous kings are often ridiculed and reigned in contempt, in curse—bastards.

He hated bastards. Lucerys and Jacaerys are one—they claimed to be as Velaryons throughout—and on a night of Laena’s passing, Aemond, at the age of three-and-ten claimed Vhagar and lost his eye, that damned good-for-nothing bastard—a Targaryen pretender who was out of Rhaenyra’s womb, bathed and born with brown locks and pug-like nose and sneering features—Velaryons tend to have delicate and soft features, but still manly in their own way like Targaryens do, but not Strong. House Strong are rugged and filthy.

But—

With your case, as a newcomer, as an outsider, he knew you don’t belong in this world, considering how you tried to avert Aemond with diversion. You’re neither a royal nor a bastard. Though punishment can be given to anyone in the royal court or outside the Red Keep. Anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms. Though of course Dorne accepted bastards.

Aemond’s intrusive thoughts overcame. A battle of restrain lashed out, when the prince approached towards the lush your sleeping figure. Your breath steadied at the rise and fall on your hilled breasts; the torn and worn out nightwear severely took a toll on the guards yanking you as if you’re a fragile doll.

If one’s act of taste that considers as a sin, then it’s a sin I shall give.

His head leaned forward, face closing to yours, tip of his tongue tingled as his left hand clasped on your head, the other rested on your waist as his tall body brought down on the bedside atop of your sleeping form. He had memorized, and counted the moles—once, as he lay himself to sleep in his quarters on the night after he first saw you. There’s a theory that moles came from a past lovers planting a kiss on empty spots. Aemond could offer you more. His tongue slithered on the soft line of your neck, and brought back to pucker with balmy smack, leaving a small trace of string silava coated on your now bruised skin.

Squirming underneath him, Aemond satisfied, humming, his right hand snaked on your waist, then fondling your left breast, pinching the taut nipple as he devoured the scent on you as he hungrily kissed your jawline and slope on your neck.

Earning a moan from you, Aemond spurred, his fingertips roamed on your breast and lowered down to your thigh, kneading. Your face—your lips—directly aligned to his, drawing a quiet sigh.

Adrenaline rushed in his veins, his body grew hot, trousers compacted with his engorged cock. He couldn’t get enough of you. The taste of you, your beauty and your fiery heart. He envisioned of what your face would be like, your voice would sound like, if you’re awake during the pleasurable intercourse or under his tantalizing fingers and mouth.

Countless footsteps skittered across the hall nearby. And so, Prince Aemond sat on the chair with his legs crossed and his elbows resting on the armrest behind the wall, spying on the maidservants passing by the opened door without batting an eye, maids chatting as always.

A hushed sigh of relief drew from his lips. By then, he looked at you one last time, spotted a love bite on your neck, before ushering himself out to go at the hall and disappeared with his lips, licking—tasted and lingered upon more ravaging thoughts of you.

~~~

Into a wide-ranged room, roofs decorated like constellations and metal works of the orrery, and the broad balconies garbed in light and ruffled curtains swaying. The council planned to use this room to divert the newcomer and persuade her to join hands and swore oath.

They have hoped that a new change of environment will appease her. Aemond couldn’t blame her; the Council room is filled with discrimination and accusations, despite his interest on becoming a sovereign—unlike Aegon who he rather be a sovereign in between someone’s legs at the brothels upon the Streets of Silk.

Regardless of Alicent’s cautionary, both Green sons lurked and eavesdropped on the members, who are more frantic and belligerent in comparison to previous meeting.

“She’ll be here,” Aegon teased. “Ser Arryk is coming to fetch her. Poor girl lost her way in the Red Keep.”

Aemond folded his hands behind his back, abiding, cold and calculating, and twice as tall, passed from Aegon’s stature.

“How long will she last, I wonder? With all the skills, beauty and remarks she has gotten,” Aegon emphasized on the word “beauty” as sarcasm, “do you think she’ll survive, even after the council? This is no easy task, of course, residing in Red Keep. The Blacks are here again. And Daemon didn’t come here alone.” His head jerked, indicating towards Rhaenyra. “I don’t suppose you’re aware, but the poor girl might risk her life again. Shocking how the Blacks and Greens weren’t showing hostility despite our shared past.”

Aemond watched within the presence of the council—Blacks and Greens united—without bloodshed. A bizarre sight to behold.

The doors creaked, and entering (y/n), following Ser Arryk.

The Blacks and Greens gaze with watchful eyes, tension rose as (y/n) proceeded closer and sat down on a vacant chair nearby the entrance door but struggled; Ser Arryk assisted her and perched down as she thanked him, returning a similar unnerving gaze back, unyielding even when appearing fragile. Her posture eased; she glimpsed at the decorated ceilings and tables with constellations.

It appears she likes it, Aemond thought.

Until her eye landed on Aegon and Aemond himself with her elbows rested on the left armchair, back slouching, eye concentrated intensely.

Aemond’s heart skipped that she faced him, in devoid of sheepish demeanor. And there, she smiled.

“Shall we get started?” Rhaenyra insisted.

(Y/n) couldn’t stop gawking at Aemond and Aegon.

“My lady,” Rhaenyra called out firmly, and (y/n) snapped back to actuality. (Y/n) eyed on everyone, then looked down onto her hands on the armrests.

Silence ensued. Then (y/n) requested to their introduction since they came to know (y/n)’s. All have introduced themselves—Hightowers and Targaryens. When Green brothers are finally introduced, Aemond spotted (y/n)’s lips curled a little; her dimple dented. But overall, she seemed happy throughout the introduction.

“First, we must address regarding to House Blackwood,” Otto drew the scrolled parchment, and distributed to (y/n) through the sentinel. “This letter is sent from a raven at this morrow.”

Sleeking her wavy strands—long curtain bangs back, she read the lines in the parchment. “Is this supposed to be a joke or something?”

“House Blackwood demands for your head, since they accused you of murdering Remon Blackwood,” Otto said. “Anything to have say in your defense?”

Tongue in cheek, (y/n) chortled, aloud for everyone to hear.

“Does killing others amuse you?” Daemon challenged. “Or would you rather a quick execution by a dragon for your childish act?”

“I’m sorry did you say dragons?”

Daemon unanswered her question, but she knew he wasn’t lying.

(Y/n) recollected herself. “It’s three knights that chased me, remember? They killed Ser Remon Blackwood long before they chased me. I used the blade he gave me, not the large swords.”

“There are other reports that the three knights are imposters,” one claimed. “That their faces aren’t quite as recognizable. And their armor and breastplates are entirely soft—a forge through cheap metal. Their blades and blunt and uncared for.”

“Must’ve been the rapers from the North.”

“Ser Criston, what was the weapon she was holding when you first found her in the woods? Was it a sword?”

“A fine blade that belongs to Remon Blackwood,” Criston replied.

(Y/n) sat there and released several guttural coughs, which got their attention.

“Are you alright?” Alicent concerned.

“I’m fine,” (y/n)’s voice croaked. Alicent ordered the servant to fetch the hot tea, to which you drank after being served.

“Has she drank the Milk of the Poppy,” Otto asked the Maester.

“Apparently she hasn’t drank any since this morning; deeply fell asleep.”

Relaxing in the chair, (Y/n) tossed her hair over to the side before she took out two objects again from the pockets on her nightwear and placed it onto her lips, and blew out smoke, but away from their direction.

“What are those objects that you possessed?” Daemon asked.

Crossing her legs, (y/n) blew out another smoke, her eyes glazed darkly, her demeanor changed as if it was an illusion. “This is the cigarette, and this is a lighter.” She demonstrated the items again, but only she’s precisely shown the golden lighter, carved in detailed dragon, and fire lit from the metal.

“Where are you really from?”

(Y/n) clicked the lighter shut. “I already told you last time,” her voice crossed.

“Are you a slave?” Rhaenyra asked.

(Y/n) is taken aback, brows scrunched, bewildered.

“Everyone saw the markings on your body,” Rhaenyra pointed out.

“No, I got these since I was young. Let’s cut to a chase. What do you want?”

The members of the council baffled at your straightforwardness.

“Since we’re here, I don’t intend on wasting anyone’s time,” she resumed, her voice hardened. “What do you want?” Her voice darkened.

“Are you aware to why you’ve been summoned in the council?” Otto questioned.

“Oh please, do enlighten me,” (y/n) said in sarcasm.

“Lady Rhaenyra has planned on you becoming a knight—you both saved the children and experienced in combat during the battle outside the Red Keep.”

(Y/n) laughed again, though not as cruel. In anger, the knight trudged towards her, but she stopped the knight with her left foot stomped on his breastplate, revealing the red dragon tattoo, your hand ran through your luscious hair; Aemond stared for so long that he ignored his surroundings. He found himself yearning to taste you again.

“At ease, good sir,” Alicent ordered. The knight backed off and your leg lifted down, crossing over to the other.

“Why refuse?” Rhaenyra challenged. “Do you wish to be executed from false charges?”

“You misinterpret me, my lady. Do you want to know what happens when you put a woman as part of the Kingsguard? People will riot. No man would accept a lady knight because they don’t want to be ashamed of not holding much power.” With her elbows propped, the upper body slouched, leaning forward, intensely gawking at their familiar mortified faces. “If anything that you should be worry about,” her index finger pointed outside behind (y/n) at the open archway; behind her is the town of King’s Landing, “it’s the people. People hold you on the highest regard; anything you do, they’ll use it against you. You have dragons,” she reasoned, counting on her fingers, “legions of army and holds the utmost reputation—everyone knows your name and your appearances distinguished from others. If laying a single mistake, people will make an excuse to take the opportunity to tarnish—even bring hell to Westeros. If you put two and two together, it’ll be difficult for people to accept as much as I want to help,” (y/n) cautioned.

Unused cigarette wafted in the crisp air—and (y/n) stomped on it with her fingers.

“As a matter of fact, I couldn’t agree more,” Jason Lannister encouraged. “Ladies are not suitable to guard for the ascendance of a potential heir. Women take longer to dress than men, after all they’re made to be dulled for a tedious hobby.”

Aemond disagreed, otherwise.

“Why save them?” Rhaenyra asked.

(Y/n) blinked.

“Being a child isn’t a sin,” (y/n) said, solemn. “They don’t deserve to what they’ve gone through.”

“Never thought you find this miserable,” Daemon said.

“I have soft spot for children and those who are broken.” She darted her eyes to Aemond once more.

Rhaenyra sighed, her hands enveloped, glancing at neutral Daemon next to her, poised. “We shall find an alternate option for you to abide here in King’s Landing—tasking the vital aspects of being part as the Red Keep’s vessel—everyone has their own role to play, knowing their place, and you’re no exception.”

Refusing, (y/n) inclined back into a relaxing position. “Figures,” (y/n) muttered, posture sank into the chair.

“I know it’s difficult to accept, but should you stay, you’ll learn a thing or two of the culture and the history, everyone around you included,” Rhaenyra suggested. “And we shall do the same to yours. Though the customary traditions in Westeros must steady. But it won’t mean you’re limited from freedom at the assets of your personal values and desires and expression.”

“It would be the wisest,” Rhaenyra added. “People won’t know and comprehend this, but us, despite you’ve given simplistic explanation of your vast side of the story.”

You pondered; fingers tucked on her chin.

“They’ll never accept me,” you lectured, locks undulated in steady motion. “No matter how you vouch or reason for me, they won’t adapt; I’m just an outsider—anyone who has a brain knows that outsiders aren’t something to be cordial. It wouldn’t be as upsetting once I get hurt. They won’t understand yours or my intention if I decide to stay here. Or worse.”

“But there’s still a chance for you to prove yourself, allow your presence to be seen and heard,” Alicent coaxed.

Rhaenyra contemplated. “Or perhaps you could join us at Dragonstone,” she proclaimed, rather blithe. “Of course you’re free to choose.”

Aemond disliked the idea of you residing in Dragonstone as much as Alicent, based on displeasure etched onto their delicate and finely features, green as envy—as Hightower’s colored banner that summons war, strong gazes projected towards Rhaenyra like a serpent in the shadows. Alicent needed you for the pursuits of ruling the throne by her heirs, if needed more allies.

Gritting and grinding your teeth, your tongue clicked. “No, I’m not staying in Dragonstone, either. I don’t want to overstay my welcome, consider how I “arrived”.”

Aemond’s breath unwinded. Flush smothered your cheekbones. Stared long enough until Aegon elbowed him in a single tap, as a reminder to stay focused.

“I’m afraid it’s far from possibility, since you came along way from the other vast side of your world. In the meantime, you must reside here in Westeros, in King’s Landing. We may never know your intentions, but it’s best to keep it simple and quick. Do tells us what you want.”

Refusing, your face turned away, sheepish.

“You want gold? Reputation?” Rhaenyra insisted, to which you answered “no”.

“Do you wish to possess a dragon?” she tested. “If it’s a dragon you want, I’m afraid I can’t—”

“First of all, dragons are hard to take care of. Two, I’m not a Targaryen! That’s your thing, not mine. I can’t even take care of my dog. And third, I don’t believe in dragons.”

Everyone baffled at your statement.

Rhaenyra’s eyes widened, trying to maintain her composure. “You don’t believe in dragons?”

“Where I come from, they only exist in books, a figment of an imagination in a child’s mind—in tv shows. Or in books like Lord of the Rings.”

Everyone exchanged uncomfortable looks, still befuddled at your straight explanation.

“Then I assume you want the Iron Throne,” Daemon insisted, but the Blacks and Greens shot a piercing glare at him in unison, warning him not to give anymore ideas, but he awaited for (y/n)’s reaction.

You knew what the Iron Throne is, but kept your excitement within with annoyance under disguise. “That chair sounds uncomfortable! I’d rather sit on a cold ground rather than having an iron swords jabbed up and bleeding in my precious ass.”

Aegon snorted, covering his mouth when Otto noticed his grandsons, scowling.

“What can we do to convince you,” Alicent resumed, hands rest on the armchair.

“I don’t think you can help me on this one,” (y/n) said, begging them to let you go.

Rhaenyra maintained her posture. “Then what is it that you truly desire at this moment, Lady (y/n)?”

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Never.”

“What about now?”

“I still decline.”

Shaking, deep in pensive notion after hearing their relentless offer disguised as blatant curiosity.

Silence prevailed, at first. Fireplace flickered, soft howls bypassed the constellation room. Everything stood still, as does their anticipation, weighing and resting on their fate of the house.

Rising onto her feet, and she got close and flatly pressed down to a cold stone pillar with her hand. “I want to see the ocean, the sky—the smell of salt and cloudy air. I want to feel the wind as I walk by, or draw and paint surrounded by flowers as I looked out onto the ocean as the ships sails by.”

“A very simple, mundane request,” Daemon commented, folded his arms. “Anyone could percept the instability of waves and ships passing through and the fragrant smell of blooming flowers.”

“Sometimes taking the simplest pleasures in life must cherish with joy and savor with love,” you told him, remaining your eye locked onto the waves, wobbling and crashing. “You’re a dragonlord, Prince Daemon, I think you should be grateful. As for me, I rarely get to see the ocean, because I lived somewhere far where it has no ocean, no flowers—the weather is humid and sometimes shows a little rain. On most days, hot air suffocates you to a point you want to drown in cold water. If having an AC would’ve been nice and pile of ice cream to eat.”

Aemond’s brows furrowed, not knowing what you meant of AC and ice cream.

“There’s a chance people might conclude you’re from Dorne or Yiti. Or perhaps as Ser Criston’s sister.”

Aemond watched you shooting Daemon with a deadpan expression on your dulled hues. Criston, on the other hand, didn’t appreciate Daemon’s unnecessary commentary, but made no urging trifle.

“I’m not, and if I do, you would recognize the Dornish accent at this moment. Clearly you can’t. Sorry to disappoint you, dude,” you replied, nonchalant.

“Dude?” Daemon’s eyes twinkled.

“It’s umm…never mind, I’ll tell you about my world later.”

“Anything else,” Rhaenyra asked, anticipating.

Silence occurred.

“What of other things you acquire to be more convincing,” Alicent chimed in, coaxing, sensing an alarming and animated expression hidden from you.

“Nothing,” you squeaked, though her cheeks flushed says so otherwise.

Aegon snorted as Aemond lifted the corners of his mouth into a piffling smirk—as he found your sudden expression unexpectedly chaste with shyness and charm.

“The matters settled, then,” Rhaenyra got up. “I look forward to see you and more. I expect great and admirable accomplishments from you, Lady (y/n). I think it’s that for now you must stay in the capital. If you do intend to serve the realm, I’ll reward you, anything to your heart’s desire. As long as you make contributions, we’ll make your dream as certain. In the meantime, that is.”

“But I—”

“In the meantime,” Rhaenyra proclaimed.

Your brow quirked, then sighed as the princess wasn’t the type to give in.

(Y/n) ventured in a languid motion near towards the members in the council. In the end, the favor on her side—Rhaenyra and Alicent’s request—might go smoothly if done right. But Aemond’s heart grew heavy at a thought of you leaving King’s Landing, leaving Westeros, feared you might not recall your ventures and people you encountered alongside of the journey—feared your mind and sight of seeing Westeros and its people are nothing but a figment dream.

Alicent pushed herself up from her reclining. “I shall do my part as well. You’ll do great things, I’m certain,” she assured (y/n), enfolded atop (y/n)’s cold hand.

Happiness faded from (y/n)’s lips when a cold end of the blade—Dark Sister—tipped and traced a thin line on her centered neck. Daemon’s violet eyes gleamed at hers; her hands raised an indication of surrender.

Aemond’s eye snapped in fury. The guards Rhaenyra accompanied clutched their blades, viewing like vultures standby.

“I’ll never trust a cunt like you,” Daemon proclaimed. “You may wield a blade, you may save anyone who you wish, but you’ll never be part of the court. The look in your eye—arrogant and maliciously stricken with pretense. Common whores like you—pretending to be humble and virtuous when you really are neither.”

Yet you fuck whores in the Streets of Silk on your pastime, Aemond thought.

Sighing, (y/n) said, “Then kill me. If you really think I’m dangerous to the Red Keep and to the monarchy like Ser Marrow claimed, then end me.” Then she gripped Dark Sister and pointed it at her chest daringly. “Go ahead. I dare you.”

He scoffed, despite Rhaenyra’s attempt on pushing Daemon back.

“Don’t speak to me as if you’re my equal. We are nothing alike.”

“Thank god I don’t have a cock, then,” you shot back, rolling your eyes. “I don’t have to worry whether I’m going to get gelded or not.”

Like a child, Aegon stifled his giggling.

“Fucking simpleton,” Daemon hissed, pressured the Dark Sister. “You know nothing of Westeros and its people. Might as well have your tongue remove. What say you, warrior?” he mocked.

“Seven Hells, Daemon, you’ve said enough,” Rhaenyra warned. “(Y/n), i insist that should you cease your quarrel.”

Aemond strode onward, never minding Alicent, who was rushing to his side, begging to not worsen an escalating quarrel. But Aemond paid no mind; his mother’s words drowned and emptied in his fueled rage.

“I saved both lives—a boy and a girl,” (y/n) protested. “I saved two young people who are separately belong from two mothers—who were at their near deaths. I saved you too, by the way. Guess it doesn’t matter, right?”

Daemon tsked. “And that’ll be the last thing you’ll ever save, considering your reputation has been nothing but meddlesome. I’m afraid your reasons on saving your neck has come to expire.”

Aemond trudged in front of (y/n), holding his long dagger and situated his honed silver on Daemon’s neck. He felt her cold hand pressed against his chest and gave a little push, but no to avail; she’s still weak under the Milk of the Poppy.

“Hold down your blade, Uncle,” Aemond warned. “You gave her quite a fright. I thought the deal has been final.”

“I never thought I’d take you as a fool, Aemond—that’s twice you’ve committed a sudden act.” Daemon’s lips curled in disgust. “Being blinded by her, I see.”

“She saved my sister’s life,” Aemond justified. “And I’m eternally grateful.”

Without shifting his eye, he saw you wandered your glance up to him before facing back to Daemon.

Aemond shifted closer, Targaryen against Targaryen.

“Take one more move, and you’ll lose another pair of your eyesight,” Daemon sneered. “What happens then, if I do cut your other eye out? So, shall we test it?”

(Y/n) managed to block herself in between Aemond and Daemon.

“Then I’ll be his other eye,” (y/n) declared, defended, one arm spread, shielding Aemond, the other hand held high against Daemon, bandage slipped from her visage.

All noise ceased.

Aemond’s heart quickened at a roaring declaration in a vibration on your tone—soft yet firm and fiery—like a dragon reborn.

“I’ll be his other eye,” she repeated, shielding Aemond. “Stay back,” she hissed at Aemond, insisting on shoving him back to lessen the tension between two factions. Aemond glimpsed at her shaken hand, yearning to hold her.

Even (y/n) knew a large cost of encountering Targaryens through fate, aside learning the history. Dragons never cower in their palace of red and gold of Red Keep, in a palace of black stoned walls of Dragonstone, their banners—sigils of red or green. Dragons come and reign in a price of fire and blood and fearsome, colossal beasts taming Westeros.

Knowing the consequences of her shared words, who knows what might occur depending on her unfickle judgement.

“You heard the maiden,” Aemond said with a smug on his face. “Release your blade, Uncle,” he commanded.

Grimaced, Daemon drew his sword back in his sheath, parting the gap, and endowed (y/n) and Aemond with imprisoned through his hues. “She’s no maiden. Perhaps I shall call her “Green’s bitch”.”

“I’m no one’s bitch,” you said, nose flaring.

“A bitch would always claim they’re no cunt,” Daemon remarked.

Aemond’s eye narrowed. Little by little, he stood inches near (y/n), like a proud and mighty dragon stood by its owner. Blood shared by dragon and Valyria.

Watching close by, Rhaenyra and Alicent shared knowing glances.

Overhearing the sound behind them, the king produced an agonizing sound of his breath, (y/n)’s able to catch him from falling in brisk reflex.

“Get the maester, quick!” Alicent cried, as you are clinging onto the ailing king, who was moaning and groaning due to his severe ail.

Everyone made haste as Alicent and Rhaenyra assisted (y/n) on putting back Viserys onto his chair.

Adjusting the king’s posture, Alicent dimissed (y/n) by saying, “We shall talk later. I must tend to my husband. You go on ahead.”

And with that, the council adjourned—(y/n) ushered out, giving Aemond one last look with a slight bent on her neck.

With a final word, Aegon said to Aemond, as they trudged back to the halls. “Daemon took great pleasure in stirring commotion, especially a certain lady, who you’re so keen on.”

Aemond hasn’t utter a single word.

“Obviously, he has missed his youth involved with treachery and rebelliousness. I supposed these days have kept peace quite busy despite our father’s poor lapse of judgment.”

Aemond sauntered farther, but Aegon caught on in a same pace.

“I never knew you had it on you, dear brother. But was it really an act of good will for Helaena’s life or was it a pure instinct to an act of affection?”

“It was all for Helaena’s sake,” Aemond said.

Aegon leered. “Is it?”

From there, Aegon fled.

For once, Aegon never said something stupid or drunk.

Aemond stalked his mother on meeting (y/n) in the chambers he trudged in upon darkest shadows, carefully listening in.

Alicent came over, agitated even concealed in unsuccessful, mortified demeanor. “The Council has been reached to a verdict,” Alicent told (y/n), as if it’s a death sentence—probably the men discussed and finalized to an upcoming conclusion.

He watched as (y/n) was plopping onto the bedside, the last cigarette held between finger has thawed into ashes.

“I see,” (y/n) soften tone echoed the room, rippling against his skin.

Alicent touched (y/n)’s upper arm. “I apologize on behalf of the circumstances. I know it can’t be easy,” she said, sincere.

(Y/n)’s eyes twinkled.

“Despite Rhaenyra vouching for you for saving her son, you have declared of being Aemond’s other eye, and thus, your declaration brought an uprising of questions to the Blacks.”

(Y/n) acknowledged.

“A word of advice; should you wish to keep your wits and tongue, play your part, and keep your head down for the Blacks not to detect or test your patience,” Alicent said. “Common folk, even nobles tend to have ill intentions far from a plain gossip. Kingdoms tend to hatch a birth of vipers and stabbers every corner of the castle walls.”

“I’ll do it,” (y/n) said, without looking back at her, picking on her fingertips.

Alicent clasped her hands over (y/n)’s, and heaved. “Rhaenyra and I are in a current matters of discussion regarding of your future duties in King’s Landing. She proposed the idea of you being as the cupbearer while I proposed the idea of you being as Helaena’s handmaiden. Nothing has set in stone. We did so to ensure of your livelihood be at safest, to cease the gossip that has been spread far and wide regarding to your arrival. But first, the king must anoint you at the throne room for a private ceremony—no audience shall be present.”

You stayed silent; your right hand stroke your left wrist; the feeling the absence without your possession.

“Is something the matter?”

(Y/n) shook your head, light-headed.

“In time of fear and change, that is where you must be brave,” Alicent advised, eyes glistened.

Aemond has never heard of Alicent—his mother—spoken ever so motherly to anyone, not even Aegon.

A sudden shift glided in you when you have decided what to do as (y/n)’s role in King’s Landing. “I’ll bend the knee.”

Alicent’s dulled eyes brightened at your answer. “Then I shall inform my husband regarding to your call.” She laid her hand on (y/n)’s shoulder blade.

Once she stood up, (y/n) bid Alicent goodnight.

And Aemond stayed in the dark, and the only words replaying in his mind are the words she declared opposing the Rogue Prince.

I’ll be his other eye.

The way you shielded his body and ordered him to shift back, Aemond knew that no noble woman or commoner in any Houses would defend him and his honor as a Targaryen and Hightower. Or more than his status as a one-eyed prince. As a swordsman, he can hold off his battles, even in close quarters, but something about you, a strong-headed girl, who knew of little consequences, protected him that he find as devilishly unique.

His mind stirred in a matter of battling between whether he want to fight your battles or claim you.

Perhaps both.

Aemond had certainly come to a closure, a predetermined arrangement of taking you, but obstacles must come forth before a dragon claims the maiden as his crown, glory and a hymn that he won’t mind spend the rest of his life hearing.

Upon a daylight hour, the decision came to a close when both Greens and Blacks debated to assigning on (y/n)’s fate for the realm, despite a given answer. In the end, King Viserys has a final say, which both factions surrendered for an hesitant agreement. In the Red Keep, guest of nobles and common folk alike flocked inside to a point where it’s nearly and impossible to fit, all awaiting, all mind shared one reason.

Hours before the occurrence in the throne room, in Aemond’s quarters, two servants awoke him to bathe, and one maid provided him information regarding to (y/n)—the Maester inspected and mended on her wounds once more before withdrawing. Her eye, however, is healed, just as it was yesterday when she ripped the bandage off.

In the throne, there she was, blocked by tall members of the Kingsguard.

He imagined that a maidservant tugged the strings harder for a cinched waist, despite this, (y/n) cooperated without a fight. Knowing resistance will bring disaster. Until a thought of disaster is long gone. From there, the guards veiled for (y/n) to cross passage towards the steps of the Iron Throne, seeing upon a pristined condition—clad to an outfit befitting for a youthful and appeased maiden to soften at the hardened image of a brute fighter. Her straight long (h/c) locks with thick stands braided as headband atop of her head; strands of baby hair left untouched, and soft paint dabbed it on your chapped lips and cheekbones, tainted in reddish shade to liven your surly visage.

King Viserys proclaimed and summoned (y/n); she knelt with a hand over her chest, head inclining down that her long (h/c) locks framed on sides, reciting her vows. King Viserys crowned her with a green brooch with a four-pointed star sigil pinned on her centered chest once she stood.

“As a last hope for a darkened age within House Targaryen, in hopes to reunite both factions,” King Viserys announced, hoarse. “Salvation rests in your hands. I wish you nothing but the very best to soothe the realm with your grace, Lady Greenstar.”

Two factions appalled at his last claim underneath their vacant neutrality in their hues. Spectators gathered and exchanged in gossip, all frantic and perplexed from their King’s announcement.

A girl from a modern century has been remade through rain of fire and light, befall and rose from sky. Arise onto her feet, who peered upon audience, before the eyes of the two factions, who solely darting her eyes to Aemond, as if she wanted him to sense her heart is surged with heaviness, rebirth as Lady Greenstar.

Aemond did—but couldn’t offer the arms of comfort. His fierce and benevolent maiden. But in the eyes of Gods, Westeros won’t lay rest, as he keeps his ardor hidden.

And chaos entered.

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(You died from a illness)

- He would try to keep his head up and keep his heart ablaze, even though he would be deeply saddened by your death. Your cause of death made him remember his mother’s passing, since you both passed away from illness. He will probably focus on training his younger brother on how to swing a sword to distract himself.

🍡Kanroji Mitsuri🍡

(You committed suicide)

- She would be absolutely heartbroken. When you were alive, she caught you self-harming and she tried her best to comfort you and reassure you but unfortunately it wasn’t enough to keep you alive. A part of her blames herself for your death and she also gets severe recurring nightmares about seeing your dead corpse.

📢Tengen Uzui📢

(You had a seizure and hit your head really hard and your memory deteriorated slowly)

- He sits on a chair next to you, watching your relaxed body. It’s a different kind of pain when your own partner can’t even remember you. When you died he couldn’t even look at you, it was way too painful. He recovers somewhat quickly thanks to his wives being there for him though out it all.

🌊Giyuu Tomioka🌊

(You died from a fire)

- When he heard about the fire he didn’t think that much of it, that was until he found out that you were in the fire. He was in disbelief when he saw you. He ran to your burned body and held you close while telling you about how much he loves you. Shorty after, you died in his arms. “How many people do I have to lose?” He repeats that in his head everyday.

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[starleska]

If you're still doing headcanon requests, what about a Wally x workaholic perfectionist?

Love your writing and whenever you have the time I'd love to see what you think of this :)

ahhh thank you sweet and precious anon!!! 🥰 oooh now this one is hitting home...i'm guessing you are a workaholic perfectionist yourself? you may have guessed from the outpouring of fanworks i've made both for Welcome Home in general that i also fit into this category 🙈 thank you for this cathartic writing opportunity!

Wally Darling x Workaholic, Perfectionist Reader headcanons

💖 it's your passion which draws Wally to you in the first place. an easy-going, less-thoughts-in-the-head-than-most sort of fellow, Wally prefers to take life at a leisurely pace - but all of that is thrown out of the window when he meets you. you're so full of verve, forever jotting down notes or scribbling sketches in your notebooks, or coming up with grand ideas for outings and events. in fact, when the two of you first meet Wally says very little at all: he's quite content to sit with his chin cradled in his palm, gazing whilst you infodump about your latest obsession and the countless related projects you're going to create. Wally feels that you're an unstoppable force, and he's an immovable object...but he's so excited to be in the presence of such a tour de force of enthusiasm 🔥

💖 however, Wally doesn't always understand why your work makes you so upset. Wally understands the concept of a job - after all, his good friend Howdy Pillar has a fantastic job, working at the bugdega! but the kind of work typical of the Neighbourhood is much less structured and capitalism-driven, and the laxness of this system gives you severe anxiety. Wally grows concerned when he notices you staying up later and later, hunched over your desk and crumpling up endless sheets of paper. when the darkness shifts into a burgeoning dawn, a fuzzy hand grips your wrist, stilling it against your desk. "You don't need to have one perfect idea," Wally says, picking up and uncrumpling one of your discarded sheets. "You just need to enjoy having ideas in the first place!"

💖 eventually, Wally realises that your perfectionistic, workaholic tendencies aren't going away - so he compromises. on more than one occasion when you've passed out on the couch surrounded by half-read books, you've awoken to find your shoulders draped with Wally's soft cardigan. but some days are so stressful that no amount of cosy fabric will calm you down. when days where you're driven to distraction and frazzled by tasks read their heads, Wally likes to play a game of his own invention: something he calls Puppet Time. if Wally senses you're about to have a breakdown, he will announce, "it's Puppet Time!" and launch himself right into your arms. once contact is established, Wally will go completely limp, meaning there's nothing you can do but drop whatever you're holding and grab Wally before he hits the ground. no matter how stressed you are, this never fails to make you burst into laughter, and you're always much more receptive to a rest afterwards. Wally will continue his boneless routine even as you swing him up over your shoulders, giving him a free ride to a different room for a well-deserved break ✨

haha, this was a seriously fun one!! i hope you know you deserve to rest when you need it, anon. take care 🥰

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Copacabana

Warnings: Angst, a little cussing, fighting and guns, blood mention, alcohol mention, etc.

Characters: David × Gn!Angel

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Angel worked at a bar. They performed, did shows for anyone who would pay enough, and was damn good at their job. They loved it! The copacabana was the hottest spot, and they were the main attraction. Dancing was the highlight of their night when they got all dressed up in cute short dresses and feathers and jewels.

David worked the bar. He was never one to want to be in the spotlight, but he loved their light. Being able to watch them perform was a gift, and he would steal glances at them when he wasn’t taking an order or making a drink. They started to talk to him, break him out of his shell a little. And sooner than later, they were an amazing pair.

At the copacabana, They fell in love.

One night, everything was going as smooth as it usually does. Location still hot, and performances still most requested. Everyone was encapsulated by the way Angel could Cha Cha and merengue, slide and twirl across the floor. After they were done dancing, some guy requested them specifically to do a personal show, but that wasn’t a rare occurrence. They didn’t figure anything would go wrong about this night.

However, the man got a little handsy and went too far with Angel. David noticed their discomfort, and practically hopped over the bar to get to the two.

“Hey, don’t you see they’re uncomfortable?”

“Back up, this isn’t your business” The man replied

“Can you just fucking get away from them, they clearly don’t like it” He gently pushed at the man’s chest to back him off of Angel. He didn’t receive that very well, as David blinked and opened his eyes to a fist disconnecting from his face. And now it was a fight.

Punches and chairs being thrown, spit and blood splattered across the wooden tables and bar counter. And before anyone knew it, they all heard a loud sound.

“David?? DAVID?! OH MY FUCKING GOD DAVID!!”

David’s blood was all over the floor. Shot in his head they fear. Angel couldn’t process it at first, but when they finally understood the severity of the circumstances, they let out a gut wrenching scream that could be heard from down the street. They kneeled next to his body and checked for a pulse, even though they were sure he was dead, still hopeful that this whole thing could be turned around and the love of their life could be saved. They yelled at the people around them to call the police, call an ambulance, someone do something. But he was gone, and they knew it.

At the copacabana, They lost their love.

Thirty years later, the bar turned into a night club. Angel doesn’t know why they still owned the dress they wore that night, why they continued to put faded feathers in their hair or old rhinestones above their eyelids, or why they even still attended this stupid fucking bar. But they knew what they wanted; A drink.

And man, did they drink and drink and drink. Sometimes the new bartender would have to refuse to give them anymore because they would drink all night. The location somehow still managed to be a ridiculously popular spot, and they got tired of hearing about it, it was exhausting to relive that day 10 times over every day of their life moving forward.

Looking around, it was a good time. But not for Angel. They feel as if their youth is gone, and the love of their life was wrongfully taken from them. Over time, their mind was lost, and it’s turned them to the worst, letting alcohol do the forgetting for them. But only temporarily. They’ll be back tomorrow night.

At the Copacabana, Don’t fall in love.

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Take Me Back To Eden

Two - Come On And Save Me Now

Pairing: ii x OFC Violetta Kastor

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: smut, smut, smut and more smut and clingy/nervous ii, kinky iv, talk of past toxic relationships briefly and ii in his head about it during sexy time

A/N: It's just a chapter full of smut pretty much

The rest of the day had been filled with her and Cal spending time together. He enjoyed her company. She was quiet and thoughtful, much like he was, but she was also smart and had a great sense of humor.  

His flirtiness over text didn't come out in person though. He was reserved. She figured that was a lack of self-confidence, which she thought was fucking insane considering how amazing he was at playing the drums.

"How long have you been playing?" She asked as they made it back to the room. They needed to pack up soon and head out to the next venue, but there was a little bit of down time available. 

"Over half my life." He said softly as he helped her pack her bag. He handed her the shirts that she took out this morning and in picking them up, a set of a red bra and panties peeked out of the pile of clothes. His cheeks went bright red upon seeing them, then immediately he imagined how they'd look on her. The contrast of her hair with the red had to be exquisite.

"How old are you?" She asked and he smiled, sitting next to her bag. 

"Around thirty.." He said and she didn't say anything back. Her phone vibrated at that moment too. She unlocked it to see a text from a certain flirty someone.

Jesse: sooooo when we get to the next venue do you wanna grab dinner and drinks?

"How old are you?" Cal asked, shifting.

"I'm turning twenty-four soon." She said, continuing the ambiguity of answers.

She thought for a moment before replying.

Vi: are you asking me on a date right now?

Jesse: duh 

Violetta glanced at Cal, who looked up at her at just about the same time. 

"Should I get dinner and drinks with Jesse?" She asked and his expression dropped. 

"I don't want you to but...I don't control you...and if I want this to go anywhere...I have to let you sample the other bits on the menu, right?" He said and Violetta tilted her head questioningly. 

"You don't want me to fuck him." 

"I certainly don't...but we're not exclusive...and while it would hurt my feelings...that's my own shit that I have to deal with so...fuck him...or don't. Get dinner or don't. It's your choice, sweetheart , not mine. And don't let my shit affect you. I get attached stupidly easily." He explained and Violetta nodded. It wasn't like she had to say yes to sex after dinner. Maybe Jesse was just testing the waters. She'd heard from several people that he was the resident fuck boy, so Violetta wasn't worried about him catching feelings, but she was worried that Cal had already caught feelings for her. But like he said, that was part of his shit that he had to make peace with. 

Vi: sure. Dinner and drinks.

A prompt response followed.

Jesse: 🔥 

She sat next to Cal, who now seemed forlorn. 

"I'm a sucker for anyone who wants to buy me dinner...but he's gonna have to really impress me to get in my panties." She said with a little smile and he gazed over at her. 

"Those panties?" He asked, pointing at the red set.

"No. Those are only for special occasions." She said, stuffing them into the bottom of the bag.

"Like what?" He asked, sliding a little closer. She felt her temperature rise and something stirred in her core. A fire had been stoked that she knew he wasn't going to put out yet. He was only going to make it rage stronger.

"Only my favorite drummer, from my favorite band, would get to see those." She said, grinning wide. He leaned in, catching her chin in his forefinger and thumb, then he pressed his lips to hers, tentatively.

"Is this too much, too fast?" He asked as he pulled away, and she shook her head.

"It's all up to you. I'm okay, if you're okay." She said and he cautiously let his hands rest on her waist but then he pulled her in for a more needy kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. She placed her hands on either side of his neck, kneading small circles into the muscles at the base of his neck. He let a small moan escape his lips at the sensation and then it all became a little too much for him so he stopped, panting slightly and staring into her pretty eyes.

"I need to calm the fuck down, I'm sorry. " He said softly, kissing her once more before standing and going into the bathroom. He'd felt a little embarrassed but he was hoping she understood. His heart was jumping out of excitement and he was surprised when she followed him in and just hugged him tightly. 

"It's okay. You're okay." She said into his neck, and he could hear the sadness in her voice. He hugged her back. There was certainly shit, but Violetta was here for it. It had nothing to do with him being her favorite drummer and everything to do with him being a broken human being who needed comfort. She was a sucker for a guy like that.

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When they arrived at the next venue, Cal was a little despondent with Violetta, almost like he was shut down. He tried to speak to her and she waited for him to but then he would just shake his head and walk away, cursing himself for not having the right words to say. He took out his phone and sent her a text instead, knowing he might be able to get out some of his thoughts that way.

Cal: im sorry

His phone vibrated immediately.

Vi: for what?

Cal: yesterday

Vi: I understand

Cal: I hate that I'm like that

Vi: I told you, I'm okay waiting

Vi: you don't need to be so hard on yourself for feelings that someone else caused you to have about yourself

He smiled, sent her a smiley face and then put his phone away, helping Theo and Jack pull his drums out to set up.

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After that night's ritual, Jesse had cleaned himself up and was patiently waiting for Violetta. She had done the same and she hadn't seen Cal after. She wondered where he was. She would shoot him a text once her and Jesse were settled and eating.

She hadn't dressed up terribly for Jesse. It was just going to be dinner and drinks. They weren't going out anywhere special. He'd grabbed takeout, a couple bottles of alcohol, and invited her in for a movie. She knocked on his door, which was about three down from where her and Cal were. She texted Jesse.

Vi: you decent, flirty?

There was a pause, then he opened the door.

He had on shorts, a sweatshirt, and socks. Fucking guys and their fucking socks. He motioned for her to come in with a grand gesture and she smiled at the well thought out placement of food and beverages at the foot of the bed. He shuffled across the carpet and to his side of the bed and patted the spot next to him. She dressed right for the occasion as she'd worn leggings, slippers, and a loose t-shirt. She sat next to him.

"Dig in, M'lady. I've picked a romantic comedy for us and feel free to request a shot, a glass, or a full bottle of the finest vodka I could find." He said and Violetta's smile widened and she bit her bottom lip. She sent a text to Cal.

Vi: didn't get to see you after the ritual

His response was swift.

Cal: went to the room and took a nap, where are you?

Vi: with Jesse

Cal: Oh sorry I'll leave you alone

Vi: no you don't have to

Cal: you can tell me all about it after please enjoy his company he's a lovely guy

Violetta's jaw worked, feeling a little sadness run through her at his words. Those were break up type words. Those were words that a guy said if he felt he was getting friend zoned. She tried to put Cal out of her mind for the rest of the movie but it was hard. She couldn't put her finger on it but there had just been so much chemistry immediately. Had anyone else seen that too?

After finishing their food, Jesse leaned back against the head board and pillows, legs outstretched in front of him. Violetta glanced back at him, and he patted the spot next to him. She crawled up the length of the bed and placed herself next to him and he placed an arm around her shoulders.

"Is this okay?" He asked, rubbing her arm. She felt her cheeks go bright red. 

The movie was fine. It was your typical romantic comedy, with cheesy punchlines, and awkward sexual tension. The Chinese takeout had been stellar. The vodka was okay. He'd cleaned up their containers, put leftovers and the vodka in the mini fridge and then as she was getting up to leave he reached for her hand.

"You're milking this. I wasn't expecting a movie." She said and he closed the distance between them by pulling her back toward him. 

"I wasn't expecting my new guitar tech to be so goddamn pretty." He said, tilting her chin up with a finger. Heat rushed to her core and she felt his other hand reach around her waist. Surprisingly, he wasn't as drunk as she thought he was as his words weren't slurred. He was just super fucking horny. Violetta was about the same. She hadn't been with anyone in quite a while. Her last boyfriend had broken up with her about half through their graduating year, knowing that she was going to get a job with a touring band. He was the jealous type and wouldn't have been able to handle her being with a touring band for months at a time.

"You're so pretty, Vi." He said, eyes glancing down at the rest of her body. Her lips parted and he took that as his opportunity to lean down for a kiss. She obliged, the alcohol letting her put her thoughts of Cal out of her mind for a few moments. She put a hand on his chest when they parted. 

"What, Princess?" He asked and her jaw dropped at the nickname and the inflection of the words with his accent. She smirked as her eyes locked with his.

"I just..." She began, but he shushed her, pressing a finger carefully to her lips.

"I know you want him. I know. I'm not stupid. I can see that. But you're not his yet, so let me have you this one time, yeah? I'll be so good to you, I swear. I'll be so damn good, I just wanna see that pretty little body of yours once and then he can have you." He rasped, touching his forehead to hers, his hand trailing down to her waist. He took a deep, shaky breath and exhaled as he made one more admission. "I wouldn't give a shit if you said his name when I made you come either." 

With that, Violetta let him have her. All of her. He was offering one night with no strings attached. She would be remissed to say she was interested in that. Especially where she knew where she was headed with Cal. He guided her to the bed, laying her down gently as he pulled his sweatshirt off. His hands crawled under her shirt, dragging the fabric up with them to reveal a black bra. He pulled the shirt over her head and exposed her torso to the cool air in the room. He yanked her leggings down a little harder than he meant to, which surprised her, but when he looked guilty, she smirked and nodded, letting him know he could be a little rough if he wanted to. He stood back for a moment, admiring the matching set of panties, his blue eyes half lidded in lust. 

"Fuckin' 'ell, Vi." The words came slowly, almost slurred from his lips as he gazed at the women laid out in front of him. He almost felt like he was committing a crime by looking at her like this. He knelt on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head. He had tattoos all along his torso and Violetta propped herself up to examine him, especially the contours of his hip bones and the sparse line of hair leading down under his shorts.

He hooked his thumbs in the band and drew then down, helping her tilt her hips up so that he could pull the panties over her ass. He undid the clasp of her bra with one hand and then he carefully pulled her to the edge of the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows again, watching as he pushed his shorts off his hips to reveal a rather large cock dangling between his legs. He turned around to the dresser that the TV was situated on and rummaged through his bag, pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube.

He crawled over the top of her, placed both by her head, then climbed back off the bed. He knelt down, popping his head between her legs that were hanging off the bed. He stretched up, pressing his smooth lips to her stomach, and taking one of her breasts in one hand. With his other hand. He gave himself a few good strokes before placing his thumb on her clit. He tested the waters, rubbing a few circles before using his thumb and forefinger to spread her folds apart. She felt his hot, wet tongue press against her clit and she couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips as he began to lap at her clit, every so often, putting a well placed swipe over her entrance. She was losing her fucking mind at how good he was. 

When he decided she was sufficiently wet and just before she was ready to burst at the seams, he ceased and climbed over her again. He stood and motioned for the lube and the condom. She gave it to him and he squeezed a few drops onto his cock, then a generous amount in his palm. He spread it over two fingers and scooped it into her, opening her up a little more. He ripped the condom wrapper and rolled it over himself. 

He wouldn't dare hurt her. Not if his friend wanted her. He wanted to fuck but he wanted to make sure she was satisfied too. He prided himself on his expertise in pleasuring women. Besides, Jesse didn't want a relationship. He liked the wide variety of ladies he got to enjoy being a single fuck boy.

"How do you want it?" He asked, then clarified, "Nice and sweet, or hot and hard?"

"You're a tease." She moaned, and he hooked his arms around her legs, then aimed and took his shot, dead on. She moaned and then she smirked and glanced up into his eyes, nodding for him to keep going. He began a quick rhythm, knowing he wasn't going to last long with how wet she was and how good she felt underneath him. He unhooked one of his arms from her leg and placed a hand on her stomach. He surveyed the tattoos that were painted across her ribs. Flowers, ivy, and music notes. A masterpiece, and it all met in the middle at her belly button with little bird, losing some of its feathers, one of them pointing toward where he was currently inside of her. He dragged his knuckles just under her ribs, then flipped his hand over, wrapping it around her hip and digging his fingers into the soft flesh there, making her moan again.

"Fuck. You're gorgeous." He groaned, feeling himself start to lose rhythm. He was getting sloppy with his thrusts as his balls tightened up hard and he came, nearly seeing stars. He pulled out quickly and went to town on her clit with his tongue and two of his fingers inside her to help her finish up. 

"Say it." He said, his icy blue eyes catching hers. "I know you want to. Say his name ."

Her breath caught and her stomach muscles clenched hard as she came too, impressed at how quickly he'd gotten her to. And she moaned the name that she wanted to, not the one of the man giving her pleasure currently. She didn't understand how he could be okay with that but again, it was no strings attached, so that meant for him too. Anything goes. He pulled his fingers out, wiped them on the sheets and pulled the condom off, before getting some tissues to wipe her off too. She sat up after he was done and he climbed onto the bed next to her, tilting her chin up again to press his lips to hers.

"I told you I'd be good to you." He said softly and she smiled. He spoke again, gazing into her pretty green eyes, a grin crooking his lips. "But I know he's even better. And he's been waiting for someone like you."

He pulled her into his arms, and laid back against the pillows. She turned to face Jesse, tracing a finger over some of his tattoos. He smirked and ran his fingers through her hair.

"You can stay here if you want for the night. Or you can go back to your room. I do have to say though, I do give good post sex cuddles." He said, and Violetta giggled, pressing her nose into his chest.

"Jesse...can I ask you something?" She said and he smirked.

"You just did." He said, and she tapped his chest with her hand. "Just kidding, of course you can ask me anything, Princess."

"How are you okay with this?" She asked, gazing up into the icy blue of his eyes.

"I've been in some bad relationships and it's just easier if I get what I want and don't bring the emotions into it. I love my friends and that's enough for me. Maybe I'll want something different down the road but that's the beauty of life. You can make of it what you want because it's yours. No one else can decide for you." He explained and her brows rose.

"Goddamn, Jesse. You sound like you've been around for centuries with all that wisdom." 

"Maybe I have been. I just know I won't let anyone else dictate my love life. Other shit, sure. I kinda have to, being in a band. There I have to compromise...but who I sleep with...nah...that's for me to choose. Same with you, Vi. And I hope it works out between you and Cal because, I'll admit, there's something there." He kissed the top of her head and Violetta suddenly felt sleepy. She was at ease with Jesse, but in a way that she couldn't quite explain. There was a connection, an intimacy, but not the same as what she immediately felt with Cal. It was like friends with benefits but not in a bad way. 

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It was summer. Festival season in Europe, which for someone coming out of school for music production, was a huge deal to be able to work with a band that was doing all these big festivals back to back. Before the ritual, while Violetta was checking and rechecking guitars, Cal had brushed past her, hooking his fingers gently around her, then fleeing. She'd wished him luck as he left, and his eyes lit up through the mask.

During the ritual, he couldn't stop glancing over at her. There it was , he thought, I've done myself in again. And the entire time, even though he was rocking it out of the park, in the back of his mind. Violetta was there, singed into his thoughts. 

After the ritual was really when he'd fucked himself. He knew it was bound to happen so he figured if he got it over with, then they could sort it out from there. They'd all gone out, grabbed some drinks at a pub to celebrate a successful first few rituals of the tour and then they headed back to the hotel to pack everything up and move on to the next city, to the next festival.

Violetta had offered to help as she was less drunk than Cal was. He'd needed the liquid courage. When they got back to the suite, Roman had passed out cold in his bed, door shut to block out any noise. Cal sat down, after wobbling over to the couch. Like something instinctual, he turned the TV back on for background noise. Violetta hovered for a few moments over the back of the couch, typing away on her phone. No doubt she was telling her friends how great her job was. Hopefully she wasn't telling them about him though. 

Leiani: how's it going?

Vi: really great

Leilani: did you sleep with that guy?

Vi: I did

Leilani: and?

Vi: he was nice, he was great but I think I just scratched an itch

Leilani: well you haven't been with anyone since before grad

Vi: yeah

Leilani: and if he's not gonna be weird about it

Vi: no he was totally cool

Vi: it's weird a little there's so much down time I don't know what to do with myself, like no every hour of every day is accounted for 

Leilani: and you thought fucking wasn't gonna be on the list?

Vi: it's not the most important thing to me

Leilani: are they hot?

Vi: the guitarist is fucking gorgeous

Leilani: what about the other one? the drummer?

Vi: Oh God hes....ugh...like...I'm feral

Leilani: 😆 

Leilani: just fuck him already

Vi: that might be about to happen

Leilani: gurl don't play

Vi: im not gotta go

Cal always had doubts with new people. Doubt that they would keep the secret, doubt that he could trust them. Something was different with Violetta though. As if they'd been here before and that was comforting to Cal. Not deja vu, but something else. Something primal and old feeling. Perhaps in a past life they'd been lovers. That was a silly thought to him. He wasn't sure he believed in all that. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking.

She came around the front of the couch, in front of him in her t-shirt and black jeans. She stood for a moment and he immediately grasped her hips, pulling her down into his lap. He knew part of his confidence was the alcohol. Part of it was just his wants and needs. He needed release. He needed love. He needed comfort. And that wasn't something he was going to get from his friends. At least that's what he thought. And because he'd used sex before, he could easily fall into his old ways and use it again as a means of comfort.

He positioned her so that she was straddling his lap, one leg on either side and their innermost parts pressed against one another. When she felt him ready and at attention through his pants, she glanced down, then into his steely blue eyes. They searched hers for permission. She granted it when she pressed her lips to his firmly, her hands around the back of his neck. 

"Only as far as you want to go." She whispered in his ear and his brows furrowed at her emphasis on him. His hands were gentle as they slid over her thighs and up her sides.

"What if I want all of you ?" He asked, fingers creeping under her shirt, sending a shiver down her spine with the sudden warmth of them. 

"Convince me to give it." She demanded softly, playfully, and his eyes widened significantly. Never had he had a women with the audacity to ask such a thing. He liked it. It turned him on more than he already was. There was an unspoken banter between the two of them that just felt right. And while he believed most of it was the alcohol giving him confidence, he couldn't deny how different Violetta was from his ex. She was focused on him and his needs first. He figured perhaps it was because she was already getting her dream job with the dream band and just sitting on her favorite drummer's lap, that she was sufficiently satisfied already. But was that really all of it?

So he set to work. He didn't know her as well as his drum kit so he had to look at everything he was doing in order to memorize every inch of her. He couldn't wait until he could close his eyes and go on feel alone. But that thought had him pausing. What if she didn't stay? His thoughts spiraled for only a moment before she was filling in for him.

She felt him hesitate and she picked up where he left off, guiding his hands to her breasts. She could sense even with the alcohol running through his bloodstream, he was having doubts. But she wasn't going to go further than his mind and body wanted. This was for him and about him, not her or any wish or fantasy she'd thought up. Every girl that liked a band wanted to get with one of the band members and she was no exception, but she would never throw herself at them. She was just reciprocating Cal's actions. 

He came back to himself, realizing where she had put his hands. He reached up, vibrating in his bones with a mix of lust and fear, and took a hold of her face, pressing tentative lips to hers. That was where the shaking stopped and he felt resolve returning, if only for a few seconds. He pulled her shirt up, revealing the lacy red bra. 

"Did you put that on for me?" He asked, tilting his head slightly, and she nodded. He lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it on the floor. He returned his lips to hers and as he did, she began to unzip his hoodie. He had a tight black shirt underneath, which outlined every muscle, especially in his arms. Her fingers traveled to his biceps, squeezing them and returning another kiss, this time more needy. 

" Sweetheart ...I need you." He said softly, his hands moving to her jeans to unbutton them. He glanced down at his hands, fumbling with the button and the zipper, then seeing her own hands over his. His eyes met hers and it was the first time he really looked at them. Sure, hed noticed the color the other day but now, now they seemed to change to a striking dark green, brought out even more by her dark purple hair as it framed her face. It fell in waves over her shoulders and her bangs fell over her eyes. She aided him in undoing her jeans, then stepped away from the couch for a moment, albeit wobbly, to pull her jeans down. As she went to slide them down her hips, she found his hands were on hers then, joining her. He wasn't the least bit surprised when he saw the matching red lace panties covering her. Cal swallowed hard, then hooked a finger in them and gently pulled her back onto his lap. " Fuck...I want you." 

She stayed silent, pressing closer to him, her lips over his again. She could even still taste the flavored rum as their tongues tangled in a careful dance. He knew he was saying one thing, but his brain was unconsciously telling his body he would get hurt again if he continued. He would fall in love with her and she would break his heart into a million pieces and then run them over with the tour bus. He took a breath in as he felt her reach for his jeans. She deftly unzipped them and he was fully at attention when she slid them off. They pooled at his feet and he kicked them off. He still had boxers on. She still had the diaphanous red lingerie on. They paused for a moment then, his heart beating a million miles a minute. 

"We...can stop...if you want to." She said, huddling closer to him. There was no mistaking his body wanted her, but she could tell he wasn't all in. He wasn't focusing on the task at hand. Whether that was the alcohol or whatever trauma he'd endured before, she wasn't sure. It could be a mixture of both. 

"No I...I don't want to stop...I just...I'm trying to...will you promise me something?" He finally got the question out and she examined the infinite oceans that were his eyes, staring sadly back at her. He couldn't go on unless he knew, at least for the night, that she would stay. She nodded and he spoke again. "Will you stay?" 

Such an easy request , she thought but she had the sense that it meant more than that to him. It delved deeper than just a warm body to keep him company. Something about what Roman had said before, that they both get attached too easily. So he fell in love and his ex absolutely destroyed his heart tenfold. That's what all the apprehension was about.

"I promise I will." She vowed and let her lips linger over his for a solid few minutes, just touching and tasting him. His warm hands ran over her hips, her ribs, down her arms which were around his neck again. He sucked in a sharp breath when she moved into a position of more direct contact between the two of them. 

"Bed, then?" He asked, hoisting her up, earning a surprised squeal from her. She laughed and the sound was melodic but he shushed her, as they didn't want to wake Roman, whose room was connected to the living area. He carried her easily and laid her carefully on the mattress, then climbed over her. He reached around to unhook her bra and pull it off. Once exposed to the cool night air, her nipples pebbled and became sensitive to the touch. His hands were slightly dry and calloused, but it felt nice to her. Cal's eyes locked on hers again before leaning down to kiss her neck, which tickled, then he pressed feather light pecks across her collarbone and down her chest, stopping at each nipple to lick, suck, and massage with his tongue and fingers. He let his nose drag down her stomach and trace a circle around her belly button. It had been so long since he'd wanted to go down on a woman and Violetta was the one he wanted. Something was telling him to go all the way. 

Get out of your head and go further .

He reached up, intertwining his fingers with hers before using his other hand to pull the red panties down and off. Those were thrown aside and he placed careful kisses along the insides of her thighs and then at the apex of her innermost parts. 

"Keep going." She panted, half lidded green eyes pleading with him. He began with just the tip of his tongue, then spread the full width of it over her and inside of her, all the while running his other hand over the muscles in her thighs, kneading them in hopes of guiding her closer to the rapidly growing edge of her pleasure. But he would stop before she was completely finished, leaving her dangling on that edge just enough so that he could be sure she would finish while he was inside her. 

She whimpered as he pulled away, yanking his t-shirt off. His cheeks were red now with the effort of pleasuring her for what felt like an eternity, but time didn't really matter to him.

Cal pushed his boxers down his hips, his cock springing free from its confinement. He reached over to the bedside table, knowing he had condoms there from when he'd found Jesse in the room earlier in the day with another girl. He took one, ripped the package with his teeth and rolled it onto his cock, before climbing back on the bed and lining himself up with her entrance.

"Still okay?" He asked, wanting to be sure, wanting this so bad, but being ready to stop if she wanted him to back off or slow down. Cal was a lover not a fighter, and a slow lover at that. Whether she knew it or not, he was planning to take his time with her. She nodded, entwining her fingers in his again. He slowly and carefully pushed into her, letting her adjust every inch he went. She winced when his tip first breached, but as the pleasure burned through her lower half, her features softened to an expression of pure bliss. Once fully sheathed inside her, he leaned down, kissing her forehead and moving some of her bangs from her eyes. Eye contact was actually fucking hard for her right now. She wanted to stay floating dreamily in his ocean eyes, but she couldn't because if she did her end was immediate. 

Her fangirl brain took over for a moment, thinking who would believe her if she told them she got fucked by Cal. But she pushed that thought away as he began to move. He wasn't about to fuck her. She had no idea but he was going to make slow, sweet love to her. The condom was thin so she could still feel the heat of him inside her, her wetness spurring him on with ease. This was why he'd gotten hurt in the first place. He wanted to feel everything and he let himself do that. He wanted to take his time and build that connection first and she'd been so willing to do that. He also knew that they were both horny as fuck and he wanted to take care of that need too.

His rhythm was so steady, so dead on, and not missing a beat. His hips canted slightly, getting a better angle and adding to her building pleasure. She could feel her walls closing in, tightening on him as he continued, never a stutter in his pace, not speeding up or slowing down. She couldn't hold back the noises that he was wringing from her. The soft moans as her abs began to tighten, the whimpers as fire spread through her lower half, panting as her legs squeezed his hips. 

"Cal..." She gasped out as she felt herself pulsing hard. He reached down, pressing his thumb to her clit and massaging it, at the exact same rhythm of his thrusts. She felt as though waves were crashing over her as she came, tight around him. She moaned his name again, making him speed up, small moans escaping from his lips, but he kept his thumb going the same pace. She wasn't surprised that he could multitask. 

With a one, two, three last thrusts he groaned, her name a lengthy sigh on his lips. He ceased all movement, letting his cock pulse inside of her and the condom, letting the world fall away as he embraced her tighter. All he could think of was her quiet presence in that moment, and her now steady breathing as she'd had time to come down from her high just as he was reaching his. He pulled out with caution, running to the bathroom, disposing of the condom and wiping himself off. He brought a towel for her and cleaned her up as well, then he climbed onto the bed next to her, hooking an arm around her midsection. He kissed her collarbone again, then traveled to her neck and then his lips met hers in a soft caress. 

"I'll stay. I promise." She whispered, her hands around the back of his neck, pulling him as close as she could. 

[grumpybunny-edith]

Gwen's Bunny HRT - Month 1 (Part 2)

I learned this trick a little while ago for smiling at the camera: just think about something that makes you laugh. I didn’t have to work very hard to find something - everything Rae had just said had left me smiling maybe too much. I turn on my camera, turn my head to show off my ever-so-slightly longer ear, and make it a point to let my teeth sit on my lip, even as my first impulse was to hide them. 

Opening the chat, I saw the last thing sent — it was a selfie from Delilah, her cheeks and chin covered in long, grayish-black fur. 

thebuildingisonfire: Decided not to shave for the last couple days. Feels good. 🔥

It looks good too. Combined with the changes to her face shape giving her more of a snout, she’s starting to look more like Rae and Ashley than Edith and I. If that’s even a rational comparison to begin with. I do my best to stop comparing myself to my friends (again) and start typing.

wen-kutesuli: Hey everyone! Rae reminded me today was my one month, so... Here’s a quick update! It looks like it got to my teeth first, which... Is what it is, but my ears started getting longer recently too! No fur or anything yet, but. Big things 🥳

Rae is quick to jump on things, responding again almost instantly. 

raeraebun: YAAAAA THAT’S MY GIRLLLLLLLL you look so good!! The first half an inch of so many more :DDD 

grumpybunny-edith: !!! That’s huge! Starting with teeth must be tough :( how’s the pain been 

wen-kutesuli: It’s been... manageable? grumpybunny-edith: oof. Good luck lol  pink-lightning: Edith, don’t. That’s wonderful news, Gwen 🩷

I can’t help but wonder what Edith meant by that. It hadn’t been easy for the last couple weeks — as it turns out, growing your teeth is at best super uncomfortable — but it had been bearable as long as I didn’t forget my painkillers. Is she just trying to scare me? Is it gonna get way worse? Or does she just have an embarrassingly low tolerance for pain? 

pink-lightning: You look happy.  pink-lightning: Have you ever sent a picture smiling before? 

I scroll up to look at the picture again at Ashley’s statement. I’m a little surprised at how much I’m smiling; I hadn’t even noticed when I took it. I’m also surprised that she’d notice something as small as how often someone smiles in pictures. I make a mental note of that, feeling embarrassment creep up about it — is it not normal to feel a little bit weird about a smile? I do my best to hide my feelings.

wen-kutesuli: I guess not lol I didn’t notice! raeraebun: You NEED to do it more. you look SO CUTEE grumpybunny-edith: fr. depriving us of that shit should count as a crime tbh  thebuildingisonfire: okay but like. Be gay do crime  raeraebun: not this crimee raeraebun: we love following the law in this specific moment grumpybunny-edith: Yeah this crime is like. Stealing from a small business  thebuildingisonfire: just on principle, omfg =_=

The chat stops for a few minutes. I’m too giddy to care much about it, pacing my room on my toes and going fast enough to feel the wind in my ears. Of course they’re happy for me, why wouldn’t they be? Their pride... kinda becomes my own. I keep jumping around, catching glimpses of myself in my mirror, and it makes me so happy. The light from outside shines through my ears like a tulle curtain, making them shine. I don’t even have to imagine I have a tail to feel this giddy about it all. I put on my favorite KKB album and hop around my carpeted floors, enjoying the simple joy of having a body becoming more like what it’s supposed to be. 

I don’t notice the next message until several minutes later, the buzzing of my phone muted by the carpet. I prance back to it only intending to play a song over again. 

thebuildingisonfire: dealing w any like, behavioral stuff? Or are we still waiting on that lol  raeraebun: I didnt realize you were taking over scheduling the sleepover, del xD thebuildingisonfire: oh no definitely not that’s still your job lmaooo thebuildingisonfire: just curious I swear

I keep hopping around my room as I try to come up with an answer. I don’t feel anything like what the information outlined, and definitely nothing that would warrant one of those sleepovers they’re always talking about. My feet are a little bit sore from all the moving, but I still have more energy to get out, so I type and jog at the same time. 

wen-kutesuli: I don’t think I’ve gotten any yet?  grumpybunny-edith: Oh my god Delilah you can’t just ask someone how horny they are pink-lightning: Yeah. Obviously that’s Edith’s job.

I drop my phone. I don’t pick it up. I’ve stopped in my tracks. Of course I know what’s coming, but it’s hard to believe it’ll happen to me. Sure it’s exciting, but I haven’t exactly had all that many... you know. It’s just hard to think about as something real, let alone something happening so soon. And, just, logistically it all seems pretty inconvenient; “Missing work for sex so often you get fired for it” seems more Delilah’s speed than it does mine, and I’m not sure I want to find out whether or not that’s correct. I shift my feet in the carpet nervously, feeling the tiny fibers through my soles. I press up onto the balls of my feet, trying to adjust to the way my feet are going to move within the next year. When I move to join my phone on the floor I push my heels down first, sitting down like a rabbit is supposed to. 

raeraebun: its not that unreasonable yall, “behavioral stuff” doesnt have to mean horny  raeraebun: its just cool to know the drugs work and that youre happy w them gwen :))  pink-lightning: And if you’re not, you can always let us know. We don’t want anyone having to go through that kind of thing alone.  grumpybunny-edith: That’s kinda the whole reason this chat exists, lol  grumpybunny-edith: Also, that’s what she said. 

I giggle for the amount of time it takes to understand what Edith meant, at which point I’m overrun with blush. I can barely fathom the idea of one of them actually wanting to... Well. “Help me” with that kind of thing. I’m well aware they do it with each other, I’ve just never been that type before? It’s like being in line for a rollercoaster you have no knowledge of beyond being able to hear the things people say once they’ve gotten off. 

pink-lightning: Seriously. I know we all only just met you in the grand scheme of things, but we are here to help in whatever capacity you want. I’m trying to build the space I would’ve needed when I was in your shoes. If there’s anything you need to talk about, please let us know. Even if it feels kinda weird.

raeraebun: absolutely!! We’re here for ya bestie <333

Ashley is so sincere it almost makes me anxious. I walk across the room, heels sinking into the carpet, and pull the packet the doctor gave me out of my desk drawer. I sit on the floor with it. 

“Descent into sexual depravity” “Unavoidable, frequent joint pain that will last for years”

“ near-constant sex drive which interferes with life at nearly every turn” 

“Irreversible”

“Loss of self”

I throw the packet to the side, my lower back numb like something was trying to burrow out of it, thrashing viciously from side to side. 

I open the chat again, staring at Ashley’s message with my phone in my hairless hands. My nails are short and fragile, not clicking against the screen as I type. 

wen-kutesuli: I’m gonna be okay, right?  grumpybunny-edith: You’re gonna be just fine 💙 pink-lightning: Absolutely. And whenever it’s not, let us know.  thebuildingisonfire: we got you  raeraebun: totally!!!

I look between my screen and the discarded packet. I feel wide awake in the sunset but crawl into bed anyway, finding comfort in the blankets over my head. I really, really consider asking for some company, but I’m not sure how much I want to be seen right now.

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[alyjojo]

New Year Reading for 2024! 🌟 - Leo

Preshuffle: You could see the reappearance of an ex, or someone that made you feel like you weren’t a priority, doesn’t have to be an ex at all (for some it is). They may have brushed you off and made it seem like you weren’t that important to them, or they just didn’t care, didn’t ask you out on a second/tenth date, haven’t heard from them for years even. Could be other people too, friends, family, etc. They may make the effort to show you they care *now* and it’s like now you don’t, you don’t even want it anymore, they’re too late, or it’s been too long and you’ve moved onto other things. Or you’ve just seen their true colors in this time that’s passed, could be that too. They say “distance makes the heart grow fonder.” But in this case, it’s like distance has shown you what is toxic af and you’re actually good.

Meditation: It made me laugh. I never made it to your door, we were in the hallway to get to your door and it was just a zoo of animals everywhere, but specific ones, that went specific places, none of which were yours. But you were cleaning it all up. There were small alligators 🐊 that needed to be re-caged, and you put them inside of Pisces’ door. There were several (nice, but intimidating) big snakes 🐍 that you also caged and set inside Scorpio’s door. The last animals were some small white lab rats 🐁 with the red eyes, those went in Taurus’ door. You sighed happily and brushed your hands off like “job well done”, and as you were walking past Aquarius’s door, it opened and they threw a water balloon right at your head, then closed their door and you could hear them chuckling on the other side of it. You just muttered “asshole” and then went to your own door & went in. I can’t know what any of these mean for you, because they’re all so specific, it’s going to relate to you all individually. For some, you’re cleaning up other’s messes, happily, and you deserve some appreciation. For some the literal signs and animals may mean something. I don’t know where Pisces fits in, unless it’s Saturn, but the rest are all fixed (squared/opposing you) and it would make sense that there could be some aggravation with them. Not just this year 😆 This could also be referring to Pluto’s final dance between Aqua and Cap throughout the year, a “water balloon” may hit you unexpectedly between Jan-Julyish.

🔸 Whole of Your Energy: Judgement & 5 Pentacles

Regarding: The Lovers & 4 Cups

This is the exact same energy from your preshuffle, the exact SAME cards, same order even. That’s crazy yo’. Relationships are definitely dominating your year, one in particular that I just don’t think you’re happy with, because the committed relationships area mirrors this too. For some, it can be a Twin Flame 🔥 thing, not all. For some it’s just realizing you’re bored, unhappy, you could feel like your partner doesn’t even really care about you or this relationship. Judgement is a powerful energy to be your first card, it’s ruled by Pluto, and it’s taking everything into account, all of your experiences up to this point, to determine if you should end something for good, nail the coffin shut, or if it can be transformed in a whole new way - can this be fixed and brought back? Mostly directed towards relationships, especially for the risings.

If it’s a Twin, you wonder if you should leave, if they’ll ever come back, or whether it’s a Twin at all, because you’ve also pulled The Astronomer…showing you could get a little too caught up in things like astrology, twin flames, tarot, “what does it mean??” 💀, and more or less acting kinda fanatical with things that can’t ever fully be explained. We’re not God, we don’t know. A side note, this tarot and astrology stuff can be helpful, and useful, but if it becomes obsessive or you start basing your whole life & decisions over what tarot lady said that day, it’s a fine line of spiritual/delusion. Especially with general readings, not all of them involve you at all, don’t force things where they don’t actually exist 🙏 If it sounds like you, you get goosebumps and just know it, take it. Astrology can tell you a lot, but we can’t predict death, just difficult time periods, “maybes”. It’s good to have faith in some kind of belief system or see the deeper meanings to things, many of you are becoming more spiritual, tuning in to your own higher selves, just yanno…balance it. Turn it off sometimes. Take naps. Go outside. Plan an adventure. Have fun. Be human. Too much of anything can drive you crazy.

If someone is coming back around, you could panic and worry this is your only chance, but you don’t even want it, how does that happen? Or that could describe the other person. Some of you could be putting a flame 🔥 label on someone that’s not, and more research needs to be done on what that actually is. Some are genuine. They’re not your *only* soulmate regardless, and hot take here: I don’t personally believe anyone’s soul is ripped in half, they’re just aligned to match you. There are dozens of soulmates here, and past life connections, and those were once brand new connections, so don’t discount those either. When in doubt, throw it all out the window and just have faith, what’s meant to be yours will be yours, you don’t have to worry so much. Free will is very much a thing, if you don’t want it, you’re not stuck with it. Just the lesson part. Some of you are having to deal with abandonment issues when it comes to love, which may stem from other issues in the past - but be playing out in this way. You could have rough mental health days, or go back and forth between fine and not fine, it’s possible you’re with someone that greatly affects your own mental state, and that’s where Courage comes in for you, handling stressful situations or even letting them go, because you have to walk away from ick feelings, and worry about your own state of mind & happiness ❤️ For some, it could be the other person that acts like they don’t care, and you don’t know what to do with that, or if that’s how they *really* are/feel, you’re afraid to know because you fear they’ll leave. Isn’t it better to know though?

Main Oracle: also connected to relationships

42 Courage

Have the courage to see the lessons in all situations and face them constructively.

🔸 Character Card: The Astronomer 🌙

Sitting in the dark with their head in one of many books on stars, The Astronomer looks for answers to their questions, based on scientific fact & proven knowledge. But this situation isn’t one described by books, it’s tricky, one you’ve never experienced (possibly most haven’t experienced), and nothing can tell you what to do about it - but your gut is telling you. Tuning out what others think they know, or even logical explanations of things, would be beneficial to you, because deep down only you know how to handle the situations coming your way, or that you’re involved in. Others can’t understand what’s going on in the same way, and there’s no way to “prove” what you know to be right, except that you just know, and you have to act according to what you know. Only you would know.

🔸 Relationship: The Devil & The Hanged Man

Regarding: 5 Wands

Your person plays you with/against other people? Are they constantly comparing you to others, ex’s, family members, friends and their own relationships? Do you feel like it’s a constant comparison or competition when it shouldn’t be? Maybe this person really likes attention, and they indulge flirtations or crushes from other people. Maybe they’ve actually acted on these things, or reciprocated in inappropriate ways that have hurt you and caused you to mistrust them. Could be an addiction. Or an obsession. Could be you too. Or for you the toxicity may simply be codependency. You know it’s not good for you, but you avoid facing it or doing anything about it, you don’t want this to end. It doesn’t get better, or worse, it stays exactly the same - The Hanged Man, and you try to gain some perspective to think of…what can I do? You can’t do your part and theirs too, if they’re giving you nothing but apathy, what are you hanging onto? The competitiveness of this could be what’s got you stuck on a person. You’re not happy but you’ll be damned if someone else has them. Most of this is going on inside, I’m not sure what they even know, there’s not a lot of communication between you (that I see). For some of you, that’s probably where to start. Others of you already know it’s done. Or needs a complete overhaul - Pluto 💯

Couples Oracles: Courage again from Main

74 - Contest

Be yourself fully and you are without compare, a true winner of the only contest that matters.

🔸 Singles: Ace of Swords & 10 Wands

Regarding: King of Wands

Short and to the point, you have problems communicating. Single or coupled up, you are showing up as someone that holds in your feelings and just never expresses them. That’s what’s standing in your way - 10 Wands, and you’re exhausted with attempts where you’ve tried, maybe with the responses you’ve gotten in the past. Something hurtful lingers in your energy and you blame it on someone outside of yourself, which may be true for whatever has hurt you. But you don’t see that if you can’t communicate, you can’t have a relationship, others can’t just understand how you feel or where you’re coming from. If you’re still hurting from the last person, I don’t see you even wanting another one. You may even attract several people and not really take them up on anything, not responding, not speaking up, not responding to others’ flirty energy. If you do, it will be more surface level, and you won’t be honest about who you really are or what you’ve been through, because it’s like you can’t, it makes you sad. Or you don’t want the sympathy, Leo is a very proud sign. You need more processing time, there is no rush, not in this area anyway. Some of you could be single parents and find it hard to find the time or even the desire to try dating, or you could specifically not want to date people with kids, and that’s just not an option right now. I’ve been asking for a card here to describe any potential options, and yours won’t even give me one, it’s just like “nah”, so…maybe talking to people, flirting a bit, but it doesn’t go far, that I can see.

🔸 Career: Page of Pentacles & 10 Cups

Regarding: Temperance

Relationships come out here too. It’s like everything you’re doing is for the sake of family & possibly children. You could live with family, literally work with your family, or there’s a nod towards those in relationships - have an extremely overbearing partner that kinda controls what moves you make in all regards. Or an ex. It’s like you work hard everyday, and you’re doing well, these are all great cards. It’s all for the sake of keeping the peace in your family unit. Some of you may be offering a job to someone in your family, or even working with your partner, that could create some of the difficulties between you, being with them every second of every day. With that, some could work at home or be stay-at-home parents. Again, some of you are just single parents, and you go to work so you can pay for the home that you raise your kids in, it’s all about maintaining that work/home balance that takes priority over everything else.

There’s a story about maybe still living with family and not really working because you’re going to school full time and being supported in that way. There could be someone in the home that’s drama, and they irritate you, or they always have something to say like you’re not “providing” when no shit, you’re in school. Success is attached to whatever you’re doing, and 10 Cups is the goal you’re working towards, that all feels very positive and you’ll spend most of your energy “coasting along” towards your goal, I don’t see any hiccups there. Someone that irritates you, or thinks you should even be working “for them” on your off time or something, could be an earth sign. If it’s just Mom/partner asking you to do your share of the chores, that’s fair. You could also be working towards starting some side hustle or home business, if so it’s at the very beginning, the planning stages even, and it does have potential to grow 🪴

Career Oracle:

79 Success

Enjoying your life and the unfolding of your creative abilities as much as possible is real success.

🔸 What needs to be left behind in 2023: 2 Pentacles & 7 Pentacles

Regarding: 8 Wands

Waiting, procrastinating, giving things too much time to make a decision or putting things off, the lack of taking action. Along with that though is a lack of planning, you don’t like to plan things before you do them, I’m getting that you just kinda put it off, again and again, and then when you’re ready to take action it’s impulsive & spontaneous, expecting immediate results. Instead of planned out, scheduled, long term thinking, building up to the place where you want to go, you either talk yourself out of it, or don’t take it seriously enough and just kinda let things fall behind. Relating to communication, taking too long with that too, or not responding, maybe defensive communication, or defensive attitudes towards practical help, planners, input from others who have the thing you want to do. No plan and no advice either…well 🤷🏻‍♀️ What outcome do you want? For some it could be needing to apologize to someone, or releasing the hope you’re going to get one from someone where it’s just not coming. Every story is the same in that - it’s been long enough.

Leave Behind Oracle:

07 Procrastination

Stop focusing on your problems and excuses; take a small step and do something constructive.

7777 shows that by avoiding taking action and waiting around, possibly avoiding resistance from a partner specifically for some of you, you’re blocking your own success and then feeling defensive about it. Or your person could feel this way about you, one of you is getting in the way of the other’s career. Or schooling, kids, family, that’s possible too, but career is centered on this somehow. People pleasing instead of acting in one’s best interest - Libra South Node is pushing for that mentality to be released, all through the year. For some it could be a rift in these things, or you’re the issue here that needs to heal and it’s on you to do it. You are not your partner, or relationship, you are an independent being, don’t get confused about that, and it’s possible others could use a reminder.

Astrological Shifts in 2023 (for Risings):

Jan 01 - Mercury direct in Sag

Jan 21 - Pluto enters Aqu (again) - 7th House ❤️

Feb 14 - Mars conj. Pluto Aquarius - 7th House ❤️ - likely intense, sexual, powerful, & transformative

Mar 09 - Mars Aqua squares Uranus Tau at 5:55 P.M. - likely a day of conflict - 7th ❤️ vs. 10th 🔨 could be dealing with partnerships at work, a hit to the reputation or image, or conflict between these things and partnerships, someone may be instigating bs

Mar 21 - Venus conj Saturn Pis - love & boundaries go hand in hand

Mar 25 - Lunar Eclipse in Lib - 3rd 🗣️

Apr 01 - Mercury retrogrades Ari - 9th 😇 - travel issues highlighted specifically

Apr 08 - Solar Eclipse in Ari - continued lessons from the nodes throughout this year, issues between masculine/feminine likely, father/mother, action/reception, others/self

Apr 24 - Mercury direct

May 18 - Venus conj Uranus & Sun conj Jupiter, all in Taurus - 10th 🔨 all very positive energies, you could see expansion in your career, move up, make more, get paid 💯, find a cash cow of a client, good fortune

May 25 - Jupiter enters Gem - 11th 🤝 a great transit for networking & making friends, good times are highlighted and fortunate contacts

May 29 - Mars conj Chiron Ari @ 22’ - 9th 😇 be careful traveling or driving around this time, no texting, positively you may be expanding your mind and learning about your own pain, seeing things from a new perspective and taking action based on what you’ve learned

June 29 - Lilith enters Lib - 3rd 🗣️, likely to only be felt if/when it aspects a personal planet or is triggered by someone else’s, your words may be particularly venomous, or you may be triggered & pissed off by things other people say, good aspect for filthy messages

July 06 - Venus Can square Chiron Ari - 12th 😵‍💫 vs. 9th 😇, spiritual experiences and awakenings are likely on some level, you may have prophetic dreams or intuitive hunches that lead you in positive directions or heal a wound, counseling is beneficial at this time, or any learning about topics related to mental health, relaxation, spirituality & calming the mind.

Aug 04 - Mercury retrogrades Vir-Leo - 2nd 💰 & 1st 🫵, overspending is possible, or hassles regarding returns, missed packages, possible scams & fraud, be careful with your personal information and where it goes, you may be overcharged for something

Aug 19 - Venus Vir opposes Saturn Pis & Jupiter Gem squares both - T square of 2nd 💰, 8th ☠️, and 11th 🤝 has to do with finances, commissions, investments, wills, contracts, a deal could go sour or a contract needs to be reworked, financial loss is possible

Aug 27 - Mercury direct Leo

Sept 01 - Pluto enters Cap (last time) - 6th 🤒🐶

Sept 16 - Venus Lib opposes Chiron Ari @ 22’ - 3rd 🗣️ vs. 9th 😇 - not a fan of the degree being 22’, involves or address pain with siblings, travel, foreign places or people, unlearning old bs, what’s learned initially or young vs. what you know now, it can be healing in this way

Sept 17 - Partial Lunar Eclipse Pis - 8th ☠️, preparing for the nodes to shift next year

Oct 02 - Solar Eclipse Lib - 3rd 🗣️

Nov 19 - Pluto enters Aqu (for good) - 7th ❤️

Nov 25 - Mercury retrogrades Sag - 5th 🎉

Dec 06 - Mars retrogrades Leo - 1st 🫵 - you’re liable to be forced to slow down or reevaluate your direction in some way, progress is halted for now

Dec 15 - Mercury direct Sag

Dec 24 - Jupiter Gem squares Saturn Pis - 11th 🤝 vs. 8th ☠️, could deal with people that aren’t with you anymore, passed on loved ones or friends, reminiscing or honoring them with others, could also relate to sales contracts, investments or joint financial ventures that maybe aren’t equal or there’s an imbalance.

[writingannyred]

Writer interview Game 🔥

Thank you for tagging me @gingerlegacy07 and @galaxiasgreen ❤️

When did you start writing?

I started writing in my mid-twenties, it was some sort of Game of Thrones fanfiction. Then I wrote some stuff about my LARP-characters, and Skyrim MCs, but never published anything. My urge to write came back with Hogwarts Legacy and my MC Eliza. I hesitated some time, but then decided to publish it. Since then, I am addicted to writing, and my characters, and I even think about writing original stories and make a career out of it.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I read fantasy, history novels and romances, and I think what I write is a mixture of it. I plan on writing history novels though, since I don’t see myself coming up with entire worlds (I would compare myself always to the big masters J.R.R. Tolkien and George R.R. Martin). I am a history geek, thanks to my dad.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

Like I said, George R.R. Martin is one of the big masters to me. If I can write stories like he does one day, I’ll be the happiest writer in the world. I recently found Penelope Douglas, and I love how she writes tension between characters, so I’d love to write like she does one day.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I have a study where I spend most of my writing time. It was formerly my sewing space and still can be used as such, but I have everything there, including the kitchen and the coffee machine next door. Sometimes I take my laptop and move to the living room aswell.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Next to (classical) music: Move my ass. Do some chores, go for a walk, visit my horse, stuff like that. Or taking a nap xD

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

I love feral, feisty female main characters. I love to make them sassy and annoying and reckless and smart mouthed. That is probably the most recurring theme. I also have a soft spot for Gryffindors dating Slytherins, just love the combination. And anything history related.  

I want to write a Enemies-to-lovers story soon since that is my favourite trope.

What is your reason for writing?

To get the story out of my head. To give the characters I love so much the opportunity to evolve and thrive. And to feel. I love it when I feel with my characters, even if it’s sadness or anger. I wrote a chapter about Sebastian that got me into a dark place for several days just because I felt his pain so much.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

I find every comment motivating, but I love theory comments! That gives me the impression that my readers are really into the story and think about it.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

Phew, that’s a tough question. I want to be seen as someone who gives everything to entertain them and give them a good story but stays true to myself aswell. I also love it when I submit to server events and people are hyped during the reading to hear my stuff.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I think my dialogues are one of my greatest strengths. I love writing gialogue, giving every character his own voice and letting them interact with each other.

How do you feel about your own writing?

It sucks! Haha, just joking. I think it’s good. There are some icks in the beginning, some stuff I would like to change or improve, but overall, I think I am a good writer.

Thank you for reading my answers! I tag @sallowskeeper @svmbino

and everyone who is in the mood ❤️

[hamausagi]

YES IT IS LIKE THAT AND NOW I WANT ALL OF THEM FOR YOU TOO I AM EYES EMOJING U SO HARD RN

YAYAYAY I AM EYES EMOJING YOU TOO

What is your nickname?

i don't really have one these days, but i suppose jake or august are still two of my favorite names i go by ^^

When is your birthday?

10/21/03 <3

What was your longest relationship?

1 year and 2 months (ended) (thank god)

What is your favorite book?

six of crows - leigh bardugo !

What is something you're insecure about?

the way i speak LMAO i cringe so much hearing my own voice or hearing the things i say. i feel like im so socially awkward and i hate it so bad 😭😭😭

5 Male celebrity crushes

uhhhhhh i dont rlly keep up with celebs like at all anymore but i used to be literally head over heels for chris pine when i was younger HELP

5 Female celebrity crushes

ZENDAYA and maybe saorise ronan ???? (help me i dont rlly care abt celebs)

What is your dream job?

concept/character artist for a game company !!!! (and to make my own games) (which i am currently working on)

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment?

finding out about my dream college last september after literally never knowing about it prior (besides a friend making an offhand comment abt it in like. 2017 that i forgot abt), finishing a portfolio in less than 2 months, and getting accepted LMAO

What is a fact about you that nobody would believe?

i used to play indoor and outdoor soccer year round, my indoor team competed in a lot of big brackets for the state (i now play no sports and i can barely go up more than 2 flights of stairs or run more than a few meters without dying) (thank you asthma and anemia 💪)

What were your highs and lows for this last month?

highs: FINSHED MY FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE WAHOOOO passed all my classes 🔥 made some new friends :D (and regained some old)

lows: uhhhhh mental health struggles mostly

Where is somewhere you'd like to visit?

i reeeeeaaalllyyyy really wanna go to japan so bad. im literally japanese and ive never been there, and i have family there ive never met that i want to see

How do you de-stress?

sleeping, drawing, playing some games, bothering the bf, gams with friends (unless its helldivers) (then i am stressed more)

What are your favorite apps besides tumblr?

pinterest my beloved <3

Describe yourself in one sentence.

good intentions, but poor execution

What do you think makes you attractive?

uhhhhh i have big eyes, smallish waist ???? i really try and prioritize other people (help i rlly dont know how to answer this)

What is something you're really good at?

drawing :3

What is something you're really bad at?

cooking LOL (im trying to get better)

A time that you told a lie.

telling the kid in my prj group that it was okay after he apologized for being literally the worst group member i have ever worked with (he literally did NOTHING and almost cost us the project several times)

What's a totally random and useless fact that you know?

bearded dragons can puff their eyes out along with puffing their chins when they get scared or feel threatened (thanks to ron for scaring the absolute shit out of me one day) (i thought he was dying)

Who knows you the best?

either my bf or my irl best friend :3

What is your most prized possession?

a wooden box my dad mae me a really really long time ago. that or this little sterling silver flip flop necklace my grandpa gave me a few years before he died when i was a kid

What is your longest friendship?

with my irl bsf, been friends 13 years now

When did you first feel like an adult?

either when my dad finally started actually swearing when talking to me or when i changed my car's oil myself for the first time

Do you/ Have you played any sports?

played soccer for like 11 years and did archery for 5 :3

How are you feeling right now?

im really tired and my cramps are killing me 👍 but im chillin

Are you an early bird or a night owl?

night owl even tho i rlly wish i was an early bird so bad. no matter when i go to bed or how many hrs of sleep i get its so hard to wake up before 9 am bro

Do you believe in love at first sight?

for ocs? yes. irl? absolutely not

Favorite song lyrics right now?

literally loving all the lyrics in a feeling - whxami but more specifically i am thinking abt waiting room - phoebe bridgers "if you were a teacher, i would fail your class take it over and over til you noticed me if you were a waiting room, i would never see a doctor i would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed"

also saw a robin edit to espresso - sabrina carpenter and now my brain is IM WORKING LAAAAATEEEE CAUSE IM A SINGERRRRRRR

What does self care look like for you?

taking showers and making myself food. i hate actually taking showers but the post shower untainted clean feeling is so unmatched bro its the best

Describe yourself with 3 singers.

RONEN, wave to earth, and two door cinema club

What makes you nervous?

meeting friends of friends (meeting new people is fine but its scarier if someone i know is introducing me), going to people's houses that i don't know very well

What’s a pet peeve you have?

trying to talk to someone but getting dry ass responses or no response at all

What will always make you cry?

bro. those tiktoks that are like. "if you know yourself which one are you picking". oh my god. those destroy me so bad

What kind of first impression do you think you make on people?

i honestly have zero idea bro 😭😭 if im meeting people at school im probably a little overwhelming (im loud asf at school) but if like. im meeting my friends parents or my bfs friends. i am a ghost

[whats-wild-to-you]

I hope you don’t hate me for this lol 🙃 Ik you said no more song requests but if you’re willing could you write one of “Think” by Reddy Ft. Jay? If not just ignore this and I hope you enjoy the song 🙂🫶🏻

What I do love about this is that it’s always songs I’ve never heard before… like I’m a little weird because I keep listening to the same songs for yearssssss 😅 so it’s always a pleasure to get to know new (to me at least) songs 🥰🤗

Edit: Jay’s voice is 🔥 it’s like 🧈 every one of the songs he has featured on (the ones that I’ve listened to anyway) he totally made the song better and his part is the thing that always draws me to these songs like 🫠

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Jay knew the minute he started dating you, he would get a dose of his own medicine. In the past he was dating non-celebrities only, girls that weren't used to him getting so much attention from other women. These relationships would always end in tears, with his girlfriends accusing him of being unfaithful.

Even though he never was.

Then you came along and suddenly Jay was the one who had to worry about your male admirers.

Dating an actress wasn't very high on Jay's list either, because even when he tried to deny it, everyone knew how jealous he was. You only thought it was fair to let Jay know every time someone complimented you, bought you flowers or flirted with you.

"Look at these!"

"What are these?"

"Phone numbers. From several guys on set. Some are from co-actors."

"What about their looks? Do they look good? Where do they rank on a scale from 1 to 10. 10 being me, of course!"

"Of course." You tried to sound nonchalant, but he had done it again. All you wanted was to rile him up once in a while, get him to get jealous of all the attention you were receiving. But it backfired, as usual.

Jay was too confident. But he also had every right to be. While you were still anxious every time another beautiful girl, celebrity or not, stood next to your boyfriend, Jay was cool, calm and collected.

"It doesn't bother you?" You tried to sound indifferent but your voice came out as a shriek.

He shrugged his shoulders. “No.”

“Why the hell not? Don’t you think I’m attractive? Desirable?”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at you, before going back to scrolling through his IG.

You scoffed and stuffed all the notes with the guys’ numbers back in your purse. “Maybe I’ll make use of them.” You said under your breath but loud enough for Jay to hear.

You were too busy sulking and didn’t notice how he got up and followed you to the door, grabbing your arm before you reached the handle. With a twirl only reserved for lead actresses in romantic movies you crashed against his hard chest.

“Now I get it.” He said calmly, his voice barely above a whisper. Low, growling, seductive. “Go ahead.”

You looked at him puzzled.

“Go and see if anyone can give you what I give you.”

“Finally you care.”

He raised his hand, twirling a strand of hair, his fingers casually stroking your cheeks, jolts of electricity running through your body.

“You don’t have to worry about me giving my attention to other women.”

“But you must be getting a lot of numbers too. Where are they?”

You didn’t mean to sound so unsure but you couldn’t help it. Jay raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I tell them that I’m not available and return the notes to them or if no one’s around I’ll thrown it away.”

“What about these? Are you planning on using them?” He asked, gesturing to my purse.

I slowly shook my head. Of course I never intended to call any of these men. I just saved them to make Jay jealous.

“Baby I know I’m away all day, that doesn’t mean I’m doing something shady. I’m grinding all day, so you can be proud of me.”

You knew what he was referring to. When you made your relationship public, lots of magazine articles wrote that they thought you should’ve dated one of your fellow actors instead because at least they were widely known and loved.

“I don’t care what others think about us, and I know all these people would shut up immediately if they knew what you’re capable of.”

You stuck your hand in your pocket, producing a fistful of notes, then proceeded to throw them in the trash can.

“They’re all inferior to you anyway.”

Jay smiled widely, taking your hand in his, leaving feathery kisses on your skin.

“It’s you and me, forever. I’ll patiently wait for the day all these people will realize that.”

[summer-triangles]

💀🔥💥👑❌❗

ENJOYED THE BOOK, DIDN'T YOU! HAHAHA

(Make my muse talk about:)

💀 Failures

I WISH THE MANIACINTOSH HAD WORKED! THE ONLY THING STANDING BETWEEN ME AND AN ARMY OF PERFECT PLUGGED IN SCREEN SLAVES FRIENDS WAS A COUPLE OF MEASLY LAWSUITS! I TRIED CRACKING INTO THAT JUDGE'S HEAD, BUT THE SOLID WALL OF STICK-UP-HIS NONSENSE ABOUT KIDS THESE DAYS, SUNSHINE AND SCRAPED KNEES, YADDA YADDA WHY DON'T MY OFFSPRING EVER CALL ME, IT WAS INPENETRABLE! NOT EVEN PROMISING HIM TEN NEW GRANDSPAWN EACH WITH THEIR OWN LANDLINE WAS ENOUGH TO SWAY HIM! (HIS DREAMS TASTED LIKE MOTHBALLS, TOO.)

🔥Fears / worries

DEATH, DUH! EVERYBODY FEARS DEATH, AND IF THEY SAY THEY DON'T THEY'RE LYING! I FEAR DEATH THE WAY THAT YOUR AVERAGE FRESHLY TRAUMATIZED FIRST GRADER FEARS THE IMMINENT EXPLOSION OF THE SUN AND SUBSEQUENT INCINERATION OF THE EARTH! YEAH, IT COULD HAPPEN TODAY, TOMORROW, OR NEXT WEEK, BUT THE CHANCES ARE VANISHINGLY SMALL, AND SOON ENOUGH I FIND BETTER THINGS TO THINK ABOUT (LIKE PING PONG! WITH SEVERED HEADS!) AND FORGET THE WHOLE SILLY IDEA OF "DYING".

💥 Regrets

REGRETS ARE FOR COWARDS DESTINED FOR THE SCRAP HEAP OF HISTORY! I REGRET NOTHING!

👑 Role models / mentors

PSHAW, WHO NEEDS THEM! IF YOU'RE LOOKING TO SOME OTHER CHUMP FOR LIFE ADVICE OR A SENSE OF DIRECTION OR A PROGRAM TO GET WITH, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG! I DON'T NEED ANYBODY HOLDING ME DOWN LIKE THAT*, AND NEITHER DO YOU! UNLESS IT'S ME. YOU SHOULD LISTEN VERY, VERY CLOSELY TO ME.

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*(AND IF I EVER DID, THEY'RE LOOOOONG GONE!)

❌ Flaws

OKAY, OKAY, I'LL THROW YOU ONE LITTLE BONE. COME HERE. I'LL WHISPER. COME ON, I'M BEING NICE, YOU CAN DO ME THIS ONE LITTLE FAVOR. READY?

...

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TIE A BOW TIE. THEY'RE ALL CLIP-ONS. UH-HUH. YEAH. MY BIGGEST INSECURITY, DEFINITELY. DON'T TELL ANYBODY, NOW, OR I'LL BE FORCED TO SWITCH TO A BOLO TIE! IT WON'T BE PRETTY! SHHHHHHHHH!

❗ Defining life events

FLATTERER! THANK YOU, I TRY!

BUT SERIOUSLY, IF YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE DESTRUCTION OF-

[Dimension Not Found]

-MY HOMEWORLD AGAIN, YOU'RE MISTAKEN. I GAVE YOU A BOOK, EDUCATE YOURSELF. GO LOOK AT THE INESCAPABLE FLOOD OF FANART OF THAT SICKENINGLY CUTE LITTLE MARSHMALLOW IN SNEAKERS, THAT I SO NICELY DANGLED IN FRONT OF YOUR DEGENERATE BRAINS LIKE JINGLING KEYS, IF YOU FEEL SO INCLINED. BEING BORN IS THE ONLY LIFE EVENT THAT REALLY MATTERS IN THE END, RIGHT?! EXISTENCE! MAN!