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happy74827 · 1 year ago

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Just Words

[Siobhan Roy x GN!Reader]

Synopsis: Words can be hurtful (especially to most) but with Siobhan’s “5-star” personality and ability to not care about anything other than herself, you can’t help BUT spill some words. {GIF Creds: @olliviacooke// I took this off of google (fair warning) so I had to dig deep to find the OP}

WC: 2274

Category: Slight Fluff (?), Enemies to… trope {Trigger Warning: Foul Language (I really channeled the Roy family here), Logan}

I did not expect my first succession fic to be Siobhan… but honestly, I’m not complaining 👀 (fyi: this was a request and I stupidly forgot to “answer” so hopefully the anon who requested lovely Shiv finds this 💀)

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Siobhan Roy… mega bitch. You hated her. Well, that might be an understatement; you despised her. From the moment you met her, she was just a total and complete pain in your ass. Not to mention completely and utterly self-absorbed. She had the attitude and ego of a child.

So when you were made to work with her, you were less than pleased. Logan Roy, the only man who could top Siobhan in terms of being an insufferable asshole, had made you a deal. If you and Siobhan worked together to find a solution to the media shitstorm he was currently experiencing, he would put you on the team that handled the IPO of Waystar. It was the opportunity you had been waiting for, so you sucked it up and agreed.

You and Siobhan sat in the meeting, both of you looking like a pair of miserable children. It made Roman look like a ray of sunshine, and that was really saying something.

Logan slammed the door, causing you to flinch.

"Fuck," he said, taking his seat.

"What?" asked Siobhan, a tinge of irritation in her voice. It’s amazing how her mood could shift on a dime.

"Nothing. I'm just a bit tired of this fucking circus."

"Well, what the fuck do you expect? You made a public promise. If you can't make good on it, why not just say so? Why continue this fucking farce?"

Logan narrowed his eyes at her.

"If I wanted to hear that, Siobhan, I would have gone to my wife's bed. I don't need a cunt in my ear right now."

Siobhan rolled her eyes. "Jesus fucking Christ. I'm a realist. You're the one who wants to live in your fantasy world. Just fucking drop the bomb, tell the truth, and let's move on."

"The truth? And what is the truth? That my son’s a psychotic, drug-addled mess? That Kendall is a sniveling, entitled little fuck? A pathetic, whiny, little shit stain who can't do his job because he's too busy jerking himself off to his own sob story? Is that the truth you want to set free?"

Siobhan stared him down, and once again, you were surprised. You had thought the woman was completely brazen, but there were still limits.

"I'm not your therapist," she said.

"No. You're not. And I'm not going to sit here and listen to a woman with the emotional range of a fucking teaspoon telling me how to handle this situation. Now, I need to get on the phone with my PR team. Fuck off, all of you. Get back to work."

You and Roman both jumped up, quickly leaving the room. Once you were safely away from Logan, you took a deep breath and relaxed a bit.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you muttered, "I don't know how she does it."

Roman smirked, "Oh, she's a special snowflake—a real ball buster. You should see her with Tom. It's a fucking bloodbath."

“Tell me about it. It’s a raging dumpster fire, even saying more than two words to her. I feel like she's going to snap my head off any minute. I’m so tired of her bullshit, and she's the least of my worries. The whole family is a fucking disaster. And I don't have time for any of it…. No offense.”

Roman gave you a half smile. "None taken. You're right; I'm the best of a very bad lot."

"Well, at least you're self-aware."

“You fuckers talking shit about me behind my back?"

You turned and saw Shiv leaning against the wall.

"Always," replied Roman. "And it's fucking hilarious."

"Well, don't let me stop you," she said, rolling her eyes. Her eyes then shifted to you.

"I didn't realize we were having a fucking slumber party."

"Just having a bit of a break," you said.

"Oh, well, that's very fucking nice. I'm glad everyone is taking a fucking break because I've been dealing with our father, who is a raging psycho at the moment. You know, while the rest of you are fucking around, the company is dying. It's falling apart, and everyone is too fucking busy to give a shit."

"Come on, Shivvy. Take a breather. You’re starting to act like Kendall… and that's never a good look," said Roman.

"Fuck off, Ro.”

Shiv glared at him, then glanced back at you. The glare made you want to hide, but you refused to show fear in front of her. You had done it in the past, and it only fed her.

"Well," she said, "aren't you going to say anything? Or are you just going to stand there with your mouth open like an idiot?"

"I think I'll take option B. I'd like to live through this," you replied.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"I think it's pretty clear."

"Yeah, I suppose it is. I guess I shouldn't expect someone like you to understand."

"Someone like me?"

“Shiv,” warned Roman, trying to interject. Personally, despite his whacked-out sense of humor, you actually enjoyed his company. He was definitely the least obnoxious of the Roy siblings. “Let’s not get into this now, okay? Just drop it."

"No. No, go ahead, Shiv. Let's have it out. Right here, right now. Let's see if you can handle it."

Shiv stared at you for a few moments, then she smiled. It wasn’t her usual smug, condescending grin. It was different, almost sincere.

"You think you're tough?" she asked.

"No. I know I am. It's a little different, don't you think?"

"Okay," she replied, her eyes darkening. She leaned forward, her face just inches from yours. Roman just looked at the two of you as if watching a tennis match. "You're so sure you can handle me. So why don't you prove it?"

"Prove it? Like, what, punch you in the face? Is that what you want?"

"Although, as satisfying as that sounds, I was thinking we all should just move on… maybe have a drink, talk it over? Yeah? No?”

Shiv just looked at you. "Yeah, I'll pass. I'm not here to make friends, and I'm certainly not here to kiss your ass."

"That's good. Because, honestly, I don't see you as the ass-kissing type. Tom, yes. You? Not a chance. You're the type who wants everything to be handed to you on a silver platter. I'm sorry, but I'm not the maid. I'm not going to serve you or kiss your ass. I'm here because I have a job to do, and I intend to do it. That's it.”

"Oh, right. I see. Well, then, why don't we cut the bullshit and just get right to it. How about you go back to whatever shithole you crawled out of and let the real people get on with things."

“Guys-” Roman started.

"Real people? Real people? You think you're real? You think this is real? I hate to break it to you, Siobhan, but you're not a princess, and this isn't a fairy tale. You're not the queen. Your father isn't the king. You're a spoiled brat, and he's… well, he’s Logan. He's not even a king. He's just a bully."

"Is that supposed to hurt me? To insult me?"

"No, but you seem like the kind of person who doesn't take criticism well. You’re doing a terrible job.”

Shiv stared at you, her lip curled up in disgust. She looked as if she were about to hit you, but the rage was just a facade.

"Well," she finally said, "It's a good thing we're not here to play fucking games, then. So why don't you shut the fuck up and get back to work? Unless, of course, you don't think you can handle it. Maybe you should just go back to where you came from, and let the real people get on with things."

Your nostrils flared. It took every ounce of strength in you not to smack the look off her face. But you knew better. If you started a fight, Logan would take your head off, and that was a fight you couldn't win. So, instead, you smiled.

"Fine," you said. "If that's what you want. I'll do my job, and you do yours. But, just remember, the day is coming when this little charade is going to come to an end, and when it does, it's going to be a lot worse than it is right now."

You didn't wait for her reply. Instead, you turned and walked away, leaving the two of them standing in the hallway.

Once you were back in the safety of your office, you collapsed into your chair and let out a sigh. You had just gotten your first taste of a Roy fight, and it was worse than you had anticipated. The worst part was Siobhan had gotten the last word. It didn't matter that you might’ve won. She had gotten the last good word, and you hated her for it.

As the hours ticked by, you became more and more frustrated. You were angry and bitter. You were pissed at yourself for letting Shiv get under your skin, and you were angry at her for getting to you.

So, when your phone rang and you saw her name, you were tempted to ignore it. You let it ring for a few seconds, then decided to answer.

"Yes?” Your attitude was short.

"Get your shit together," she snapped. “We have a meeting in five minutes. We have a lot of ground to cover."

That was, in fact, false. By the time you arrived, the conference room was deserted, and only Shiv remained. She was sitting at the table, her laptop open in front of her.

"What the hell?" you demanded.

"I'm sorry. Did you want a fucking audience? Because that can be arranged. But, if you don't mind, I would prefer not to have any interruptions."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that we are both here, and we have a job to do. Now, either sit down and help me, or fuck off. I really don't give a shit."

You stared at her, and she looked up from her laptop, raising an eyebrow. There was no audience, and there wasn’t going to be one. So, you had two options. Either walk away and look like an idiot, or stay and possibly get chewed out again. You took a deep breath and sat down.

Shiv just hummed in response, then looked back at her screen. "Good choice."

For the next couple of hours, the two of you worked together, trying to figure out a way to turn the situation around. Arguments arose, shots were fired, and at one point, Shiv threatened to kick you out, but overall, it was a productive session. Logan wouldn’t be pissed, so that was a win.

"So," Shiv said as the two of you left the building, "Did you cool down?"

"What?"

"I'm asking if you cooled down. Do you feel better now?"

"Um, yeah, sure. Why wouldn't I? You know, besides the fact that we were at each other's throats for hours and the fact that we both wanted to kill each other. I'm peachy."

"Mm, peachy." She said the word like it was an insult. "That's a strange choice of words, don't you think?”

“What? The real people don’t use the word peachy, huh? Is it beneath you, Shiv? Do you only use fancy words and proper grammar?"

"Oh, I can be a real commoner when the situation calls for it. It's all about knowing your audience."

"Really? So, is this the commoner Shiv? Should I expect a new side of you?"

"Maybe.” She smiled oddly again. The one that made you nervous. "Maybe not. That depends on you. Do you want to know the real me?"

"No, not particularly."

"Good. Because I'm not interested in showing you. I’m just curious if you have what it takes."

"To what, put up with your bullshit? To put up with a spoiled brat who thinks the world is hers for the taking? Mmm, yeah, I think I've got what it takes."

"Okay, first off, fuck you. Second, you're a piece of shit. Third, I have something to tell you. So, listen up. This is important. Okay, ready?"

You were about to say something, but her expression stopped you. Her voice was low, her tone serious. You nodded.

"I'm a bitch. And, yeah, I have a temper, and I'm not a warm and fuzzy kind of girl. But, that's the thing, I don't need to be. I don't need to pretend that I'm anything other than who I am. I don't have to fake it because I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to go after it. That’s what you need to understand. It's not about what you think you need. It's about what you want and what you're willing to do to get it."

You just stared at her, unsure of what to say.

"So, let me ask you, what do you want? And are you willing to do what it takes to get it?"

You thought about it for a second. "I want a drink. A strong one."

A little comedy never hurt anyone. And judging by her expression, you could tell you had made her smile.

"Well, that's a start." Siobhan had a smirk on her face. "Alright, fine. Let's get that drink. Then we'll see how far that gets you."

"Yeah," you muttered, "I'm sure."

But, as you walked down the street, you couldn't help but think about the question. What did you want?

And what was Siobhan offering?

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crack-whore-who-fuckedup-already · 6 months ago

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Be My Witness

Part 5 - Prince Stolas

Word Count: 5363

Fem!Reader, intimate!platonic Reader x Angel, Reader x Stolas, (eventual) intimate!platonic Reader x Alastor

Trigger Warning- alcohol, anxiety attack, make out sesh, prostitution, overall pretty light this chapterrrr

A/N: anxious little bird boy how i love youuuu

Y/n didn't anticipate she would be seeing any more of the Goetian palace than the ballroom she entered through. She expected to be spotted by a guest, talked up, then taken home before she finished her third drink.

Never did she imagine the owner of such a lavish home would ever take interest in her, even considering her occupation. Her work up till now only had her dealing with fellow sinners, maybe the occasional lower level hellborns.

But if she had known that entertaining royals would lead to four course meals, deliciously sweet desserts, and as much wine as she could stomach, she would have climbed the social ladder much quicker.

After Stolas and the other Ars Goetia introduced themselves, Paimon cut in and insisted she join them on the soft violet cushions. She accepted with a smile, and the king motioned for her to take the spot in the direct center; the albatross and peacock to her right, Stolas close on her left and Paimon on his other side.

The five of them conversed effortlessly. Mostly, the nobles asked her snobbish, yet genuinely curious questions. About being a sinner and living on earth. About the experience of death.

To start, Stolas seemed fine just listening to the conversation around him, occasionally tossing comments or questions out here and there. It took a while for him to shed his nerves and fully engage with her.

When Y/n spoke, she almost always addressed him. Paimon never explicitly told her which of his sons she was intended for. But mention of Stolas’ wedding came up almost immediately, so she put it together quickly.

She was relieved. Not that she's picky when it comes to who's paying for her services. It's just that, after all the souls who have rough housed her in bed, she was bored of the same kind of sexually forward demons that she seemed to attract.

Stolas was gentle. He chose his words carefully and he didn't impose. When he looked at her, his eyes never left her face to scan her body. He was polite, and respectful. And she appreciated it.

She could feel the other demon's eyes on her the whole time, being far less courteous with their gazes.

So she inched closer to Stolas, shifting subtly over the couch until her thigh brushed his, their knees bumping when they laughed. Until she could feel the warmth of his blush when she rested a soft hand on his arm.

Paimon stood up then, saying something about greeting guests and preparing for dinner. He signaled for his other sons to join him, leaving Y/n and Stolas under the baldachin.

She thought surely this is when she would act. Make her move now, give Stolas the best couple of minutes of his life, collect the paycheck and head home.

But before she could start, Stolas in his awkwardly enthused state, invited her to stay for dinner instead.

So she accepted.

She sat next to him at the huge table, talking and laughing quietly. He spoke about anything and everything. His passion for botany, his library which needs reorganizing, the book he was currently reading… And she listened happily, sipping on her wine.

Eventually, Paimon stood and bid farewell to whatever guests were still left scattered around the dining table, before disappearing for the night in a cloud of black and red smoke.

The albatross, Ipos, as he had introduced earlier, approached her with suave and confidence. He proposed she head home with him and give him his own private performance in exchange for generous compensation.

She probably should have accepted. It was the most straightforward path to getting home sooner. And she still wasn't entirely sure if sex was even something Stolas wanted, let alone if he knew he had to pay her for it when it was done. She should have accepted.

But the way the owl's smile fell, and how he looked away, dejected? She realized she wanted to see him smile more than she wanted to get paid. Which was fucking annoying. And very stupid, from a career standpoint.

She spoke before she stopped herself, blaming the alcohol on her tongue.

“Actually, I believe Stolas was about to show me his collection of readings.” Her hand found his shoulder and he perked up again.

Thus, she was being led down a dimly lit hallway, carnivorous plants potted in front of each window. Then, through another lobby of sorts, with dark, closed doors against light lavender walls.

He paused for a moment, looking between two of the indigo doors before settling on the one to the left. He opened it and stepped aside with a nervous glance, letting her in.

She noticed the bed first. It was big. Bigger than Valentino's, if she dared say. The sheets were a deep velvet red, the canopy hanging down like a gaping mouth, enticing her to climb on in.

On the other side of it were stained glass doors leading to what she assumed was a balcony. To the left of those doors was a lounge chair. One of those expensive, cushioned ones that all but begs for you to pass out so it can catch you.

Maybe I should invest in one… she thought wryly.

There was an armoire and a couple of dressers and tables scattered against the walls here and there. Otherwise the room was spacious and uncluttered.

She noticed the bookshelves last.

Y/n could tell Stolas took great pride in them as everything was meticulously placed, not a spine missing or slanted out of place.

She looked back at the prince, happily impressed.

He blinked rapidly at her and returned a small smile of his own before quickly and excitedly signaling her forward.

She strolled over, taking a closer look at the books there, and noticed they all seemed to be in order. Alphabetized for the most part, a section of the shelves sorted by subject.

“I thought you said it needed to be organized…” She laughed.

“Oh, yes. Well,” he stepped up next to her and reached for one of the hardbacks higher on the shelf. “The ones in my study do. I'm better at keeping up with these ones.”

Y/n watched as he opened it and flipped through a couple of the pages, before gently closing it and shyly holding it out to her.

Herbology, it read, its cover lined with various plants and flowers.

She flipped through, looking at the small drawings that accompanied the writing. Some of them looked familiar, and she realized that these were plants from the living world. She recognized a couple from her old husband's garden.

Stolas looked over her shoulder, seemingly more comfortable with her proximity now. They stood there for a moment, reading together in silence, bodies slowly drifting closer.

His chest brushed against her back and he pulled away sharply. With an abrupt breath and an embarrassed laugh, he smoothed his hand through his hair.

She spoke to ease the tension between them.

“Which one is your favorite?”

She raised the book between them and he took it back with a thankful smile.

“I couldn't possibly decide. I'd have to say, maybe one on hellish botany…” he slid the book back into its place and grabbed another one right next to it. Flashing Y/n the cover from the shelf, the words ‘Healing with Herbs’ were painted across its cover. “Though, I do enjoy herbology. The various medicinal uses of herbs fascinate me.”

Y/n hummed in acknowledgement.

She walked along the wall of cases, scanning its contents. One book in particular caught her attention. Binding of emerald green brocade with gold accents, she reached for it, though it was out of range. She struggled on her toes, her fingers flailing to reach the damned thing.

Then there was warmth on her back again. Firm but gentle, Stolas towered over her and pressed her softly into the shelves as he grabbed the book for her.

Her ears twitched as her face flushed.

Stolas pulled away and presented the book to her. “Now this is a good story,” he promised, the enthusiasm on his face giving her an idea.

He tried to pass the book off to her but she took his hand instead.

“Will you read it to me?”

She started backwards towards the bed, softly tugging him along.

Stolas hesitated for a moment before moving his feet fully and nodding eagerly.

He watched Y/n as she found her way onto his bed, letting go of his hand to feel the textures of his sheets. They were soft and cool and they felt wonderful against her wine-warmed skin. She sprawled out languidly, and sank into them with a content sigh.

He came around next to her legs and settled on the edge of the bed.

Glancing over his shoulder at her, he found her already looking at him, a lazy smile on her lips. He reciprocated a small one, then turned back around and began reading aloud.

Y/n's head perked up. She watched him, confused.

After a moment, she sat up all the way before gently grabbing his shoulders and leaning in close. Her chest pressed against his back, her cheek resting warmly against his.

Stolas went silent.

“Will you not join me in bed, my prince?” She spoke, barely above a whisper.

He didn't move.

She placed a hand on his pounding chest, the other wrapping around the front of his slender waist. A soothing hug.

Stolas was terrified. Not of her, or the way she was touching him. Not even of the very possible reality that she might have plans for something much more intimate than reading.

Stolas was scared of what might come after. When she gets up by cover of night and leaves without a goodbye. When the inevitable word gets round that the Goetian Prince slept with a whore. A sinner whore, at that. When his miserable fiancee becomes his miserable, angry wife.

Stolas wasn't sure he wanted to deal with all that.

But, no one had ever touched him like this. Held his hand and embraced him so wholly. No one had ever looked at him with such warmth and tenderness, spoken to him with such patience.

His hand found her arm across his chest and gave it a light, affectionate squeeze before setting the book down and standing up.

Y/n thought she had messed up. Thought she had miscalculated and overstepped and was getting ready to back peddle heavily.

But when he turned around, his hands were unhooking his vest.

“Right then,” he murmured.

Y/n looked away to hide her flushing face. She had seen demons undress before, obviously. But it was a turn of events she felt foolish for not anticipating.

“Just trying to get more comfortable… feel free to do the same,” he added, slipping the vest off, leaving him in his white ruffled undershirt. It clung to his sides snugly, but hung loose around his arms. He contemplated taking it off as well but decided against it.

Y/n had taken her heels off, discarding them over the side of the mattress, and moved so that she was further up the bed. Leaning against the pillows, she beckoned him to her.

Stolas complied and settled next to her, a foot of space between them.

She closed that distance, one hand smoothing over his stomach, the other wrapping around his arm and holding it snuggly to her. She rested her head on his shoulder softly.

“Is this okay?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded slowly before breathing out a small word of confirmation. Then he grabbed the book again, and resumed reading.

His voice was clear but quiet, drawing her into the story.

And as her mind wandered, so did her hands, lazily tracing her fingers up and down his arms, chest, and waist. And he continued on, reciting the words on the page, hoping he didn't sound as breathless as he felt.

When her hand brushed lower over his hips, his voice fell away into the softest mix of coos and hoots, before going completely silent. The book fell back onto his stomach with a soft thud and he rested his hands on top of it.

Her own hands went still.

Y/n spoke carefully. “I didn't mean to offend, your highness,” she assured, looking up at him, her chin propped on his shoulder. Her hand slowly pulled away from his hip.

Stolas’ eyes closed tightly.

After a long minute, he opened them, meeting her gaze with intensity.

She couldn't quite tell what he was thinking. His pained expression made her feel like she should back off, and the way his eyes bore into hers felt like he was holding himself back from something. She just couldn't figure out what.

In a flash, he sat up, taking her face in his hands and pulling her in for a kiss. It stunned her still for a moment, but then she melted into it gladly.

Her hands reached out to find him. Partially to steady herself, dizzy from the rush. But also because she wanted more of him. She didn't care how she got it. By kiss, by touch, she couldn't bring herself to decide. She could only press herself desperately close to his body in hopes of relieving her feverish desire.

She could feel him growing at her touch. The bulge in his trousers brushed against her hip, tentative to commit to fully nudging into her. Her knees shuffled forward, bringing their hips together finally.

He sighed softly between kisses, the friction of their closeness stirring something deep inside him. Something he thought he had dismissed a long time ago.

Stolas leaned her back against the mattress, an arm propping him up above her. His leg planted itself between hers, ever so slowly pressing into her warmth.

It was Y/n's turn to breathe out sighs of pleasure, soft moans flooding his ears as sweetly as her singing had in the ballroom.

Stolas thought he had made a mistake when he had voiced how captivated he was by her at the party. Seeing the passive contempt cross his father's face had left him with bitter thoughts in mind. He half expected Paimon to go and throw her out himself. Instead he brought her to him as a gift.

A gift, it dawned on him.

All the calculated looks and touches. All of her interest in him; Was she just playing some game of cat and mouse? Was it all a ruse simply to get him in bed with her? Had he fallen prey to her hunt so easily?

Was he going to submit to her so willingly?

Stolas all but jumped away, leaving her a panting mess on the bed. He paced in front of the glass double doors, hands twisting and wringing in deep, anxious thought.

When Y/n finally regained her breath, she sat up to look at him, her blissed out smile fading to concern.

She fixed the dress around her legs awkwardly, biding her time before she addressed the mutual discomfort.

“Your Highness-”

“You haven't offended me. You haven't insulted me, or-or, displeased me, or, made me uncomfortable. You-...” He stopped suddenly, turning to look at her. His brows were pulled together in indignant dismay. “You are perfect. Scarily so.”

“Then…” She wasn't sure what to say. Nor whether or not to be offended herself.

She certainly wasn't perfect. Y/n assumed he had to be saying these things only because she was a whore. She thought he was talking about how she touched him, kissed him, and made him feel good, physically.

But that's not what Stolas was on about.

Stolas couldn't get over how happy she had made him in such a short amount of time. From her interest in books, to their reading in silence together. Even before they were introduced, the way her voice resonated throughout the cavernous room captivated him like no other. He couldn't bring himself to look away from her on that stage. His shimmering star in the night sky. He didn't want to look away.

Aside from her, right in front of him, confusing his already unsteady mind, his upcoming wedding was ever present at the back of his thoughts.

He wasn't focused so much on his reputation, no. He was focused on how badly he didn't want to marry Stella. Because aside from her being an awful and wretched woman, here was someone who, in the span of a couple of hours, had made him feel in ways that Stella never had in the years that he had known her.

He wasn't thinking about the wedding because he was concerned about how it would play out. He was thinking about his wedding because for the first time, he saw a life where he actually didn't mind the idea of being married. A life where he wasn't bound to that wretched, callous woman. Where he was happy and proud to call himself a husband.

And it was Y/n he saw that life with. Not Stella.

So he panicked.

Then, what? Call off the wedding? Propose to and marry this sinner prostitute that he met that day. Tell the entirety of the Goetias to take their cautionary heir and go fuck themselves?

His brain was doing that thing again, where it crammed thoughts into his head quicker than he could process or sort them.

He was stuck, his mind's eye replaying images of Y/n by his side.

Waking up together in bed in the morning, having dinner in the evening, and all the moments in between. Introducing her to the other Goetias, learning about her and her life on earth. Planning and hosting parties, tending to the garden, tracking the stars and prophecies of the universe. Y/n by his side through it all.

But that was an unrealistic fantasy. And he knew it. So he panicked again. And again and again and again and-

His pupils manifested for the first time since meeting him. It made the desperation in his eyes tear at Y/n's heart.

She wasn't sure what had happened. One second he was telling her he wasn't uncomfortable or displeased, the second, he's falling apart in front of her.

Was she responsible for this? If so, she wasn't entirely sure how and she wanted to fix it.

She inched forward carefully on the bed, watching the owl.

As far as she was concerned, Stolas had proven himself to her. He was mindful of her space, conservative with his gaze, and gentle with his touch. All things she doesn't come across often in her line of work.

Was he a friend? No. It wasn't that simple, him being a supposed client she only just met. But she'd be lying if she said she didn't have hope that it could get to that point…

So she tried doing what friends do; soothing him.

“Your Highness-”

“Don't. Don't call me that, please. Just,” his eyes scanned her face desperately. “I'm not-... You shouldn't be-… H-how is this-...” He sputtered, unable to grasp full sentences.

He riled himself up so much that he went almost completely still, frozen in place, trembling arms reaching out to her in distress.

Y/n hurried off the bed to him. She took his hands sternly, holding them for a minute before placing them firmly on her waist. With one of her own hands on the back of his neck and the other on his cheek, she pulled him to her. And once forehead to forehead, she breathed deeply, coaxing him to follow along.

But he was still struggling.

“My prince,” she whispered. He nodded frantically in acknowledgement. “Breathe with me.” He stiffly shook his head no.

“Stolas.” She was insistent, but so was he, still shaking his head.

He needed fresh air, Y/n decided.

With a reassuring brush of her thumb on his cheek, she pulled away from him and moved towards the grand double doors. She propped them open quickly, warm air blowing into the bedroom.

Y/n was quick to take his hands again and guide him out onto the balcony. Luckily for her, there was a stone bench just off to the side.

By the time she sat him down on it, he already seemed to be doing better. His trembles subsided and his pupils vanished again. She sat herself beside him, hands still holding his.

“What troubles you, my prince?”

He shut his eyes tightly. “I am to be married… to a woman I despise. And there's nothing I can do about it.”

Y/n hummed and nodded. She understood now.

She wasn't dumb. She recalled how every other demon at the party was insistent on talking about the upcoming wedding. How they called names and placed bets and took sides. And it's not like they were being inconspicuous about their gossiping. It was catty, and petty. Y/n could see how harmful that could be for anyone's mental state, let alone a sheltered prince.

She wondered how long Stolas had been holding onto this guilt and fear. By the way it erupted and stumbled out of him, she'd say a while. And it didn't seem like he had been doing anything to relieve the stress that came with this burden.

“Your Highness-”

He huffed indignantly, turning away.

“My prince,” she corrected herself. Still, he cut her off.

“Why-...” He took a deep, frustrated breath, then finished sternly. “Why must you call me that? ‘My prince’,” he spat.

Y/n paused to think, looking away before beginning slowly.

“You are my prince. It has nothing to do with-... it's not just because of your title or status. And not just because I'm one of your subjects. It's…” Now it was Y/n turn to sputter, but she shut it down quickly and with a hiss. She snapped her head to look at him again, speaking before her thoughts could muddy her words. “You are the things fairy tales are made of, Stolas. You read and prophesize the stars. You command legions of demons. You have a palace, and servants, and money and power. All things I could only ever dream of, or read about in books.”

Or see in the movies… She thought fondly to herself.

“And you.” She grabbed his shoulder seriously, forcing him to look at her. “You are kind, and charming, and handsome, and generous.” She emphasized each word, hoping they stuck with him. “So when I call you my prince, I only ever mean it with sincerity. And affection. Because meeting you has been a blessed dream, Stolas. Because you are my prince.”

There was finally comfortable silence between them again.

His eyes were locked on hers, tense brows smoothing to a soft furrow. He still looked sad, but he was breathing more evenly now, and his head nodded subtly.

Her words were replaying in his head, her face of sureness etched into his memory. Hearing her speak so highly of him with such assertion brought him some mental clarity. It was a combination of words and tone he had never really heard before. He immediately knew he liked it coming from her.

Stolas inhaled deeply. Then he stood through the residual tension in his muscles. He turned to Y/n with a new found softness in his eyes -one she was very relieved to see-, and offered her his hand. She took it with no hesitation, and he guided her over to the balcony's edge.

The stone railing was cold to the touch. A nice contrast to the warm air that clung to their skin.

As Y/n leaned against the parapet, she looked down and recognized the front gates and courtyard she had entered through, just a couple hours ago. It felt like a lifetime ago now, silly as it sounded.

The once crowded stairs were void of the demons she had swam through to get inside. The line of cars and limousines circling around the sparkling courtyard fountain were nowhere to be seen. It was quiet and peaceful.

She leaned in further to look closer at the sculpted, patterned hedges that dotted the lawn. She hadn't noticed them on her way in. She wondered if Stolas had any say in their designs.

While she was lost in thought, leaning over the ledge of the balcony, Stolas watched her carefully. And when she pushed herself further to look at whatever had caught her eye, he instinctively reached to steady her, a hand spreading warmly over her lower back.

She pulled away from the railing then and looked back at him.

“Not a fan of heights, my prince?”

He hummed thoughtfully. “One of my brothers once took a hard tumble off a palace wall. Had him bedridden for weeks,” he said simply.

“Are you saying I'm as clumsy as your brothers?” She teased.

“Absolutely not,” he tittered. “No, you have far more grace than any of those buffoons.” His hand brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear, after which, he held her cheek adoringly. “I'd hate to see you hurt, is all. Your safety is important to me.”

Y/n had to look away, though she held his hand to her cheek lovingly. Overcome with fondness for the demon in front of her, she felt she had to avert her eyes before she did something to mess everything up, god forbid. She felt like a schoolgirl all over again, the way she was blushing and hiding her face. Which only made her flush more with embarrassment. She hoped Stolas didn't pay much mind to it.

But he did. And he was pleased to see she was affected by his touch and words the same as he was by hers.

Y/n composed herself as best she could manage before tugging on his elbows and pulling him back into the room. The mischievous glint had returned to her doe eyes.

“Won't you read to me some more, my prince?”

Who was he to deny such a simple request?

And so they spent the rest of the night together. Reading, of course.

Mostly.

Though it's true they took turns reading to each other until the sun came up, there was an instance or two… or three, where they had found each other in the dim candlelight, kissing and exploring one another until someone pulled away in need of air.

And every time someone did, they looked at each other with a mutually satisfied smile, gave each other one last affectionate kiss, and continued on with their story. It didn't go farther than that.

When they finally did see the glow of the morning filter through the stained glass windows, they decided to close their eyes and rest some.

With the book set aside on the nightstand, Stolas relaxed back into the sheets and watched Y/n settle down. She pulled the skirt of her dress over her knees and turned onto her side, facing him. She left space between them, similar to how he had done earlier. And just as she had done earlier, he closed that distance. Except this time he was facing her and pulled her to him, fully pressing their bodies together.

They held each other there in a tight, comfortable embrace while they slept.

Stolas woke before her and let her continue sleeping while he ran her a bath, complete with bubbles and candles. He summoned the best and brightest constellations, arranging them over the tub with careful consideration.

When he was done, he found his way back to her side on the bed.

She stirred not too long after and he helped rouse her, kissing her hands and brushing ringlets of hair off her face. Then he guided her drowsy figure to the bathroom.

She was awestruck by his washroom. The blue drapery on the walls, the golden accents. The stars glistening above her and the zodiac signs glowing purple at her feet. It was all so enchanting.

She didn't waste another second, stripping nude immediately and stepping into the warm, soapy water. Stolas cooed in surprise, turning away slightly.

He was preparing to excuse himself to let her have some privacy when she made a sly suggestion that he strip and join her.

He couldn't tell if she was being serious or not, her teasing smile confusing him.

He declined all the same and left her to wash.

When she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in one of his towels, she regretfully told him she should be going.

It saddened Stolas, but he understood. He was truly just grateful for the time they had together. And he was hopeful he would see her again sometime soon. So he called on a servant to arrange passage home for her.

She redressed right in front of him, and slipped back into her heels. And he mustered up enough confidence to do the same, undressing from his day old formal attire to something fresh and more casual to see her out.

When they were ready, she turned to him with a finalized smile and an offer of her hand. He took it happily, and they made their way through the mansion and out the front door.

A car was already waiting for her.

They took their time bidding each other farewell, hands stuck on each other for as long as they'd permit themselves

“I want to see you again,” he rushed to say. “If it's not too much trouble.”

She smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

“That can certainly be arranged, my prince.”

Just before she dodged into the car, Stolas gave her the book they had been reading. He had snatched it up on the way out of his room and was eager to give it to her as a token of his affection.

"For you, to keep."

She took it gingerly, her eyes wide with amazement. Then quickly and fervidly, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in for one last kiss.

When she pulled away, she brushed his hair back longingly, then ducked into the car with a final smile.

Stolas stood on the steps of his home, watching the car drive away with Y/n in it. He felt his soaring heart plumet in his chest as he realized he was alone again. When he could no longer see the car, he turned on his heel and sulked back into the house.

Y/n stumbled through the door of her apartment, startling Angel out of his deep slumber.

He jumped up to help her into the flat as he did often, but his instinct fell short as he caught the small contented grin spread across her face. It was a stark contrast to her usual grimace and shaking state upon arrival. And her eyes had a clarity in them he hadn't seen in years. He almost wondered if she was on some new narcotic, not used to her natural dazedness.

Still, he pulled her in for a hug, happy to see her again, and in such good spirits for once.

“You look like you had fun last night, huh sugar?” He quipped, squeezing tight.

As amazing as last night had been, Y/n was happy to be home, and in Angel's arms no less. The familiarity of his embrace, of his scent, grounded her in the present. In his arms, she suddenly realized how tired she felt.

But her excitement won out over her exhaustion and she pulled Angel to sit on the sofa with her. She would change out of the dress later.

She wasted no time, prattling on about the dashing prince she spent the evening with. About their vulnerability with each other. About how intimate they had been without having had sex.

Angel was skeptical about that part. He hadn't known any demon that wasn't in it for the lay.

But instead of voicing his concerns right then and there, he pulled her snuggly into his side as she continued talking animatedly, tossing a thin blanket over their mingled bodies.

Right now, he was just grateful to have her back by his side, full of life and energy again.

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A/N: im still open to tagging ppl! just let me know!!

#hazbin fanfic #hazbin fandom #hazbin hotel #hazbin angst #hazbin angel dust #helluva boss fanfiction #helluva stolas #helluva boss #hazbin valentino #hurt/comfort #hazbin hotel angst #reader insert #hazbin reader insert

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justanotherlifeff · 2 months ago

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Echoes of Jade and eternal Gold

Rex Lapis/ Zhongli x Reader [Read more at Ao3!]

{In the ancient days of Liyue, the land was steeped in strife, where gods clashed and calamities raged without end. Rex Lapis, the stalwart defender of Guili Plains, rose as a god of war fighting for peace. Yet, among his countless adversaries, one stood unmatched: Ipos, the god of massacres, a force of chaos whose name became synonymous with dread. Their battles carved scars into the land, a testament to their enmity. But as the Archon War drew to a close, Ipos vanished without a trace, leaving behind only bloodstained whispers of her fate. [Ipos is Y/N. The story is told from three different timelines. First, Pre-Archon war and Archon war timeline where Y/N's origins are discussed and Y/N is addressed as Ipos in third person. A lot of the story revolves around that, Y/N had two lovers during the time and that is shown in some chapters. Second, post-cataclysm, where Y/N is retiring to be a wine merchant and Y/N is referred to as "you". This is where the slow burn romance between Rex Lapis and Y/N happens. Third, Modern day Liyue, where Y/N is married to a certain funeral consultant, and is currently telling the story to people (and ruining Iron Tongue Tian's business). Modern Day Liyue will not be mentioned a lot.]}

Chapter 1- Prologue

“Ah, gather 'round, my friends! Let me tell you a tale of ancient Liyue—a time when our land quaked beneath the shadows of gods and monsters alike,” Iron Tongue Tian began, his voice rich with gravitas as he gestured to the rapt audience.

“In those distant days, Liyue was beset by calamity, its skies darkened by the fury of two titans. The first, a serpentine terror known as Ipos, the God of Massacres, was no mere beast but a storm incarnate. With a sweep of her wrath, forests would wither, the air itself turning to venom. Thousands fell to her unrelenting might, their cries swallowed by the chaos she wrought. If Osial was a threat, Ipos was a tempest that consumed the very heart of Liyue, her power so great that even the most revered of gods dared not tread near her stronghold in Chenyu Vale.

"Imagine, if you will, a world where she had triumphed. They say Liyue would have been reduced to a wasteland, naught but ash and ruin. And atop a mountain of corpses, it would be her serpentine form that claimed the divine throne. Such a thought, chilling as it is, was not far from reality."

He leaned forward, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial hush, drawing the listeners closer. "But against this living calamity stood a mountain dragon, steadfast and unyielding. Yes, our very own Rex Lapis, the Geo Archon himself! Rallying his adepti, he waged war against the serpent, his every strike a testament to his resolve to protect this land. The battles between them—ah, they shook the heavens and carved the earth! It was said that the very mountains trembled under their fury.”

Tian paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing. “Yet even Rex Lapis, mighty as he was, could not strike her down. No, for Ipos was as cunning as she was cruel. As the war raged on, she was cornered at last, driven to the depths of the Chasm. It is there, they say, that the blood-red trees we see today were born, their roots steeped in the blood she shed in her desperation.

“And what became of her? Ah, therein lies the mystery, my friends. Some say she was defeated, others that she fled to heal her wounds in the endless dark of the Chasm, waiting for the day she might rise again. But one thing is certain: her reign of terror ended not by her choice, but by the will of the Geo Archon, the stalwart shield of Liyue.”

With a dramatic sweep of his arms, Iron Tongue Tian concluded, his voice brimming with pride. “So tonight, as you walk the streets of this blessed harbor, give thanks to Rex Lapis, the mountain dragon who tamed the storm. And should you ever wander near the Chasm, beware the whispers of the serpent—lest her slumber be disturbed.”

The crowd shivered, murmuring among themselves, as Tian’s story settled over them like the mist rolling off the peaks of Jueyun Karst.

The murmuring crowd stilled as the figure's voice sliced through the air, sharp and dripping with disdain. "What utter garbage," you muttered, swirling the golden liquid in your cup before taking a measured sip of osmanthus wine.

Nearby, a group of children turned their curious gazes toward you. One, bolder than the rest, asked, "Garbage? What do you mean, Auntie Y/N?"

You tilted your head slightly, feigning surprise, though the smirk tugging at your lips betrayed your amusement. "Hmm? Oh, listen well, children. Adults who spin stories for a living are skilled liars. Lies, after all, make for better tales." You leaned closer, your voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. "Be like Auntie. Build an empire of wine instead—far more profitable and far less dramatic."

The children giggled, though their laughter was quickly interrupted by a familiar exasperated sigh. "Auntie Y/N, you’re driving away my customers again," Iron Tongue Tian groaned, rubbing his temples as he stepped forward. His frustration was palpable, and for good reason—you had become the bane of his storytelling ventures as of late.

You turned to him with a casual shrug, clearly unfazed. "Then tell better stories, Tian. If you had a shred of accuracy in your words, perhaps I’d even recommend you to people." You smirked, taking another sip of your wine, your tone sharp yet somehow playful.

Tian’s eyes narrowed. Everyone knew you were no ordinary critic. Your words carried weight, laced with an unnerving certainty that suggested firsthand knowledge. It didn’t help that your husband, the ever-enigmatic funeral consultant, seemed to share the same uncanny knack for historical accuracy. Together, you made for an odd couple, one steeped in mystery, and most had long since learned not to pry too deeply.

"You know, Auntie Y/N," Tian retorted, his voice tight with barely restrained annoyance, "it’s easy to mock from the sidelines. But if you’re so certain my tales are lacking, why don’t you tell one yourself?"

You laughed, low and melodic, and fixed him with a challenging look. "Oh, Tian, you wouldn’t want that. The truth is rarely as entertaining as your flights of fancy." You waved a dismissive hand, already turning back to the children, who were now looking at you with wide-eyed fascination.

"Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Life lessons. Drink wine, build an empire, and never believe everything you hear," you said, raising your cup in a mock toast.

Tian groaned audibly, while the crowd—half intrigued and half bewildered—couldn’t decide whether to laugh or quietly slink away. Such was the chaos you seemed to bring wherever you went, though you, as always, seemed to revel in it.

You were, by now, everyone's "Auntie," though your youthful visage spoke of a life untouched by time. The people of Liyue chalked it up to good fortune—or perhaps just good genes. None dared to pry further.

"Very well," you relented, setting your cup down with deliberate ease. A slow grin spread across your face, sharp and knowing, as if you held the keys to secrets long buried. "You’ve convinced me. Let me tell you the true story of the God of Massacres. One that will make even the strongest piss themselves."

The crowd leaned in, breathless, and thus began the tale.

#zhongli × reader #genshin zhongli #zhongli #zhongli smut #rex lapis #morax x reader #genshin morax #morax #genshin impact morax #zhongli genshin impact

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doberbutts · 10 months ago

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Do you do/train for/compete in any dog sports with your dobermann? Would you recommend a dobermann for a beginner sport dog? Thank you!

Yes, Fenris and I are currently training in a protection dog sport called mondioring, or just mondio for short, and we'll probably pick up a few obedience-only titles in IGP (used to be called IPO, which used to be called schutzhund, another protection dog sport) along the way to support the United Doberman Club (which is mostly IGP-based tbh). I debated AKC obedience and rally but honestly right now my focus is mondio because I like it more and he seems to be doing really well in it. If we hit a wall we may switch tracks. But so far he's got nothing but compliments, so I'm not really worried about it.

As for whether I'd recommend dobes for a beginner sport dog, it sort of depends what you mean by that and what sport. I have had 4 dobermans total thus far. Only two have done anything in sport due to temperament of the other two, and of those two neither has actually accomplished anything in competitive sport. Creed had a mock BH under his belt (preliminary title to begin competing in IGP), but it wasn't an official trial so it doesn't count, and he's been gone for the past 2.5 years. Fenris just turned 13 months and being a young puppy I'm honestly in no hurry to put any titles on him- he passed his puppy temperament test and that's all I've done with him thus far because I am deliberately taking things slow with him. (and I didn't even enter him in the temperament test, his breeder did because she was showing her keepers at the same event!)

So... I mean... it's not like I'm a seasoned competitor. To the folks at training club, I'm a beginner too. And to my knowledge, Fen's breeder's foundation bitch was her beginner sport dog- his grandmother. Far be it from me to discourage you if you feel it's the right fit.

However, I will say that if you are wanting a doberman you should be committed to the doberman, vs if you want the sport you should be committed to the sport. What I mean by that is- if you are looking to really excel and have a nice dog right off the bat for your introduction to a sport, you may want to consider breeds more suited to the sport you are thinking about playing in. There's nothing wrong with getting a border collie for agility, or a golden for obedience, or a shepherd for IGP, or a malinois for mondio. But if you want to get a doberman, then commit knowing that your journey will likely look very different from those who chose more in line with the breeds that do well in their sport of choice.

The doberman was never intended to be a sport dog. It was intended to be a personal protection dog. That doesn't mean dobermans can't do well at various sports- in fact many dobermans excel at many sports! But it does mean that you're probably going to experience different challenges in your training than your fellow competitors, and you should keep that in mind instead of feeling discouraged.

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bigulalgotrading · 9 days ago

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HDB Financial Services IPO GMP, Price Band, Open Date, Allotment Status

HDB Financial Services IPO is generating buzz with a GMP of ₹221 and a price band of ₹500. Expected launch in late November 2024. Stay tuned for updates at Bigul.

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zeeplaguedoktor · 1 year ago

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You have binding of ipos pins!?

I do! They're up on my Etsy! I'll say though Im currently tabling at a convention this weekend(starting today, actually!) So I'll be handling any etsy orders on Tuesday at the earliest.

#binding of ipos #gw2 #guild wars 2 #my art #ask zee

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genericpuff · 7 months ago

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"it's only been 3 months, of course we haven't turned a profit yet" - implied Webtoons in their recent Q2 meeting following their Wall Street debut

"it's only been 3 months, what do you mean the lawyers are already here" - I choked out as I was informed of the vultures circling WT's dying corpse from above

(literally just google "webtoons investigation" and you'll come across multiple articles covering different firms with the exact same claims and ongoing investigations)

Now let's not get ahead of ourselves, vultures are vultures, as soon as one smells blood the rest of them tend to circle in to get their own place in line. At this stage, it's simply legal firms that specialize in the investment sector sliding their cards across the table towards WT's investors like, "heeeey, give us a call if you, y'know... don't make your money back in the next three months :) or the three months after that :) we can make the money happen, for a price :)"

That said, whichever vulture honed in first, I don't think they would have followed the scent if they weren't at least somewhat confident there was something to feast on. Then again, I'm not a lawyer, nor am I involved in the complex world of investing and /r/wallstreetbets, but what I can confidently say is... of course Webtoons isn't hitting their projections, this is a company that historically operates at a loss, it says so right in their own IPO documentation. This isn't even some hush hush secret anymore whispered among creators who are privileged to that information or readers who can only take their best guesses, it's now literally official that Webtoons is historically bad at making money. And now in their attempts to save themselves, they've now put themselves in debt not only to Daddy Naver, but to all the eager investors who expected this to be their next big payout. And it's hilarious.

But what isn't hilarious is how this is undoubtedly affecting the creators on the platform, both Originals and greenlit Canvas creators who are currently working their asses off to launch their series. And so I want to make it very clear that as much as I'm currently taunting Webtoons much like the Road Runner taunted Wile E. Coyote's increasingly absurd stunts that always backfired tenfold, I also have the immense privilege of not being in the shoes of those who are witnessing this and fearing they'll be losing their jobs and opportunities.

To the people who are in those positions, I have the utmost respect for what you're currently facing. You're all investors in your own right, looking down the same barrel as the Wall Street betters who are realizing Webtoons' lied to them. You're investing your time, your efforts, your work, your creative rights, your physical bodies and mental health into Webtoons with the expectation that it will payoff. And as we've seen from many creators who have come out on the other side burnt out and often poorer than they were when they went in, that payoff doesn't exist 99% of the time.

So, with the privilege that I have as someone who's not contracted with Webtoons and isn't bound by an NDA and knows fully well how much Webtoons hates their public image being laughed at... my inbox is always open and the anon button is always turned on. Do with that what you will. And know that if you're someone who's currently trying to find a way out of Webtoons, remember the power you have. Their platform is nothing without you.

#webtoon critical #fuck webtoons #and YES this applies to EVERY creator #even the creators whose work i talk shit about LOL #it doesn't matter how i personally feel about anyone's work #webtoons is a shithole and no one deserves to live in it #the art of webcomics deserve better than this predatory monopoly bullshit #and that goes far beyond my own personal feelings #WT can try all they want to monopolize webcomics but webcomics are for EVERYONE #creators deserve better treatment and pay #readers deserve transparency with where their money is going

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years ago

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Ko-fi prompt from Klara:

can you please explain like I'm, not five, but, like, ten or twelve, if/why/why-not/how a Business that went from being owned by the founder/founder's heirs/a worker's collective, to being shareholder-owned, can go BACK to its original state?

That one is actually a pretty easy answer, it's just... not easy to implement.

Easier said than done and all that.

ONE: What does shareholder-owned mean?

The majority of the company is parsed out into shares, which are owned by people who do not work for the company. This is not the only way that a company can be owned by other people, but it's a common one. So what are shares?

Companies generally start out privately-owned. Whether this is by the found, by a wealthy investor, or by the bank, there is a specific person that you can point at and go "that person owns it." Sometimes, it's multiple people, split up in specific ways (e.g. started by a team of two that each owns 50% of the company by contract), but it's private.

At a certain point, the company may choose to go public. This means that they have assigned a value to the company, split that value up into a set of shares, and declared that those shares are worth a certain percentage of the company. If you own enough shares, you can direct the company's actions.

Let's say a company goes public with a net worth of $1million. They have split that $1mill into 100,000 shares worth $10 each (this one-share value is called the Initial Public Offering, or the IPO).

If a person buys 1,000 shares, they now "own" 1% of the company. With every share a person owns, they can vote once in shareholder elections for how and where the company goes. (This isn't getting into stuff like preferred stock, which is non-voting in exchange for things like higher dividends.)

If they buy 51,000 shares for a total of $510,000, they own 51% of the company, and now have what is called a controlling interest. This means that the person with those 51,000 shares can more or less unilaterally assign people to the board of directors, and so on.

At the initial public offering, a company will not necessarily put up all their stock for sale. When Apple first went public in 1980, they sold 8% of their stock, most of which went into paying off debs. The other 92% stayed with the then-current owners of the company. These days, most of Apple is owned by institutional investors, which means it's owned by other companies that invest on behalf of people.

So, a shareholder-owned company is owned by people who purchased part of the company, and the company used that money to fund its own growth, whether by paying off debts, buying a new factory, hiring more workers, and so on.

TWO: How do companies purchase back their own stock?

...with difficulty.

When a company has grown its wealth enough to purchase its own stock and start re-consolidating ownership, it's called a stock buyback. It happens with some regularity.

After a company has spent the money earned from the initial sales, that's it. They don't earn more money as shares go up in value, none of that actually goes to them, just to whoever is selling.

So there's this thing called 'dividends.' This is where a company pays out a portion of its profits to shareholders quarterly. Walmart currently pays its investors $0.57 per share, per quarter. For someone with 100,000 shares, that's $228,000/year.

(That's not actually that much for someone who owns over $15mill worth of stock, but it's something. It's not where the actual worth of the share is stored, but that's a whole other mess.)

For legal reasons, a company must act in the best interests of the shareholders. So if the shareholders believe that they will be best served by being paid out the profits as dividends, they will ask for those profits in dividends. If they decide they are best served by the purchase of a new factory, then that's what the money gets put towards. If they want to make the corporation bigger by buying a smaller company, then that's what they do.

Stock buybacks are done for a few reasons, like forcing the price per share to go up by creating scarcity (which is good for anyone looking to resell their stock at a profit), or making it so that dividends per share end up higher by lowering the number of shares to divide profits amongst.

Fun fact, one of the big things the covid-19 stimulus package had rules about was stock buybacks because large companies had previously used taxpayer money to bail out their own debts from the act of buybacks, and the government anticipated that stimulus money for covid-19 relief, meant to ensure employees stayed afloat, would be used on stock buybacks and shareholder dividends unless actively banned.

Did you know buybacks were illegal until the Reagan era?

THREE: So... where does that leave us?

Well... basically, the founder, heirs, or workers need to build up all the capital necessary to purchase at least 51% of the shares.

Which is a lot of money.

It can be done, but it's not easy to stuff that genie back in the bottle. A company that's already focused on ensuring dividends and capital gain are aimed at the shareholders is one that's not going to be paying their employees enough to build up those funds, you know?

It's not feasible unless the founder/heirs have stayed wealthy enough in their own right to buy it all back, or if the stock price plunges so low that the employees can purchase it all at rock bottom prices and then build it back from the ground up.

(Prompt me on ko-fi!)

#economics #stock market #capitalism #phoenix talks #ko fi #ko fi prompts #economics prompts #buybacks #stock buybacks

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thatcheeseycandle · 7 months ago

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SPOILERS FOR YIAU: IPOS CHP. 38, "6XX66 - Merry Hampton"

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Hi hello, currently me before posting this looking over the post to add in stuff I couldnt type down, so sorry for the delays on promised posts considering I'm at a hotel with my parents to visit family)

But thankfully by the time I'm posting this, it's the last day before I go home tomorrow so hopefully I can speedrun some projects to throw them here

And ah the the paragraph with a bold font will explain why this reaction was so late

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//IM IN THE CAR AS OF STARTING THIS, HEADING BACK TO THE HOTEL (CAUSE YEAH I WENT TO ONE WITH MY PARENTS TO VISIT FAMILY), I REBLOGGED THE CHAPTER

ITS HERE OHMYGOAPAHADNAUAHOAH

IM EXPLODING SO MUCH IM HOLDING IN SO MUCH-

AND WE START IT OFF WITH TYDFIL WOOOOOOOOOOOO

AAAAAANDDD I HAD TO FRESHEN UP, OKAY LETS CONTINUE YEAH

Tydfil TYDFIL AH NOO :(

Current me here, insert a bit where I go silent reading and how I dont know how to word my thoughts in this. I remember my feelings being mixed between guilt and anger towards Merfyn 6024

Fuck wait ITS BLACK SMOKE AH NOOOOO SNAP OUT OF IT TYDFIL

"She felt like her boiler was about to up off her frames in fright" HOLY GOD????? CHRIST SOMEONE HELP THE POOR GIRL SHES HAD ENOUGH-

NO TYDFIL NO NO DONT DO THAT TO YOUR BRAKES EVEN MORE NOO

"She wanted her comforting reassuring presence but every time she called out to the old, kind engine there was no answer. Tydfil truly was alone." MY GOD. THIS. AAAAAAMYGOD

NOTYDFIL NO THEY ARENT GONNA BE AFTER YOU NO NO IS ALL OKAY- NO TYDFIL NOOO

OI STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER OR I SWEAR TO GOD

What the

OH.

Ay ay AY HENRY??? HENRY ITS HIM LETS GOOO

This is a very interesting pair up, now Im curious how this goes👀

"This had to be some sort of trick, right? This Henry was tricking her, trying to decieve her like all the rest." nO NOO NO HE ISNT

BUT SHIT SHE ISNT GOKNNA BELIEVE THAT, SHES TRAUMATISED ENOGUH

Yet again, current me before posting this here, I loved this scene between Tydfil and Henry where it's just mainly dialogue (until Tydfil breaks it with her audacity LMAO) its a relaxing sort of scene to read. Especially after the whole adventure that is me and my parents making our way back to the hotel room lol

"What's the point of this?! This is stupid!" tYDFIL LMAOOO TYDFIL YOU NEEDA CALM YOUR SHITE

"Edward speaks highly of you" FUCK YEAAAHHHHH THEIR RELATIONSHIPS ARE TYING EACHOTHER AND ARE USEFUL WOOOOOOO

LOVE IT

"Why would someone try to hurt me if I was a good engine?" GOSH DAMN. DAMN I

THE FIRST SHOT, PREPARING MYSELF

Now that THATS REAL TALK, POSITIVE REAL TALK, APPLAUSE FOR HENRY RQ CAUSE DAMN

And this is another unique dynamic I look forward to seeing in the future, I cant describe the feeling of it but Im getting uncle and niece vibes from them, but either way I LOVE EHM

wHAT THE FUCK

RHION AY ITS RHION ITS HIM

FUCK RIGHT, BLACKSMOKE, YEAH.

"The Black Smoke, or whatever Ms Parsons had done to him had completely and utterly stripped him of any warmth, any hope, any semblance of warmth" Ms Parsons when I catch your arse WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU I SWEAR TO GOD

Okay yeah Im gonna appear a lot from the current, this scene, my heart ACHED I tell you ACHED. RHION YOU POOR SOUL (I was speechless in this)

No no RHION HE ISNT YOUR BROTHER ANYMORE

Okay well he never fuckin was

WHAT THE FUCK???? WHAT AND/OR WHO IS THIS

Current me, I dropped my reading device, and I nearly fell off the bed in this

DROP THE FUCKING SHITE WHAT

BUT HES- WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING OONNNN??????????????????????????

NO RHION NOOOOAOAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO BO DONT YOU FUCKING DO THIS NO NOOOOOOOOO

MALLARD I SWEAR TO GOD

WHAT????? WHAT WHAT HUH

NOAOAOAOAOOOOAOAAOAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAOSOAOAOOOOO RHION NAOAOOO FUCK NOOOO

HE CANT BE FUCKING DEAD NO. NO HE CANT PLEAAAAAASSEEE

Summary of that rant to this bit: FUCK YOU 6024 AND MS PARSONS, I WILL BE AFTER YOU I SWEAR TO GOD

Okay OKAY YEAH. LETS GO INTO THE NEXT BIT.

What the fuck- WAIT WAAIAPSHSNAKABDDKHFBDOSHDHDXJ

POLLYPOFLTAJAOSBDLZGCNSIFN

CALM, CALM OKAY CALM.

What the fuck WHAT THE FUCK WHAY FUAOAKAPPAPAOAAOAO WHAT WHAT

WHERE THE FICK IS POLLY???????????????????

Ay AY A\Y AY AY AY ITS THE BOOK THE JOURNAL FIAUAPDJNDIABHDS

ITS THE BOOK OHMYGOD

ITS NORTHS JOURNAL

THIS IS OUR VERSION OF THE GRAVITY FALLS JOURNALS. OH MY GOD.

Norths sealshspa NORTHS SEAL???????????

NORTH AHS A FUCKING SEAL?????????

Now this is a detail I'll be keeping an eye out for if there are more GNJournal entries (or anything that shows North's journal) coming

MERYEGAKAPAUSVZVUKAOSXHDJCJCJCJUUUUJH

MERRY HAMPTON

OKAY WERE HERE

THIS IS HAPPENING

OKAY

TORN?????? RORN

ToahhaISHSKAJ

OKAY YES, RIGHT

I swear if its black smoke, I SWEAR- PRAYING THOSE FEELINGS ARENT THAT. NOT AFTER LAST TIME

"Yet, Olivia had the very distinct feeling that the answers lay within this journal." nO SHIT SHERLOCK OHMYGOAOHA

Necklace NECKLAAIAOAOAAIAHSAO NECKLACE ITS THE NECKLACE ITS THE RAVEN PENDANT IM FUCKING CALLING IT

FUCKWUAYDKAAA MY NINAGS COMIG SHITSHITSHITSHIT

Okay Im on the roof deck, dark mocha latte for the evening, LETS MAKE THIS EVENING BETTER

Ay AY WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS POLLY APOLOGISING WHY ARE YOU APOLOGISING OHMYGOD WHY DID YOU SAY THAT??????

So wait. Let me get this straight before I go bonkers; North doesnt have one journal but many journals for each engine he's most likely revived, and the first GNJournal entry we saw was actually Merry Hampton's journal/record

Thats. THATS ACTUALLY SMART HELLO?? North is upping his game right here, a true researcher!

What the fuck. WAIT. WHAT THW FUCK IS THIS?? THERES A DATE. WAIR WAIR-

IS THIS LIKE HOW EVERY OAGE IS, IT HAS LIKE A "GWR: [], LMS: [], LNER [], SR [], etc" TYPE THING??

Wait, whats with SR here?? Ill be noting that down, thats suspicious

Stanier tried saving him. I

HE TRIED SAVING NORTH, HOLY GOD

So they used black smoke, SO THIS PROVES THAT BLACK SMOKE IS ACKNOWLEDGED TO BE SOMETHING GOOD. LIKE AS IN IT CAN BE USED TO RELIEF PAIN LIKE PAIN KILLERS.

HOLYFUCK STANIER KNEW MORE INTO GOLD DUST??????? HE KNEW????????? FAILED EXPERIMENTS?????????? WHATTHEFUCK DOES THIS MAN KNOW HOLYGOD

OKAY SO, SIR GRESLEY KNEW THEN PASSED IT TO PEPPERCORN THEN WAS PASSED TO STANIER. Im guessing Peppercorn wouldve done it around the time before, during, or after Sir Gresley had passed considering the flashback in Chp. 26 where Sir Gresley and North were talking about the war

Oh shit. So Stanier was dying- HE WAS DYING. FUCK THIS IS THRILLING AND TENSE

THE COTTAGE WAS HIS???????? OKAY SO ITS BASICALLY A STUDENT BECOMING A MENTOR TO KEEP THE CYCLE GOING FOR OTHER STUDENTS TO BECOME A MENTOR, CONTINUING THE LINE OF KNOWLEDGE.

So that confirms one of my smaller theories, Stanier was indeed a mentor to North (that was just a theory out of shits and giggles..)

WOAH SHIT OKAY UH WEEW. LNER ROSE UP REAL FAST.

Oh OH. DAMN.

No fucking way NO WAY HE KNEW ALAN PEGLER??????? Okay well he did know the A1 Trust anyway, so why am I surprised LMAOO BUT I MEAN IT STILL IS HALF A SURPRISE

No NO WHAT WDYM WHATAAA WHAT WHAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT

WAIT SO, THSI MEANS THAT A CORONATION HAS A REVIVED CONTRUCT. ONE FO THEM.

Golden Circle GOLDENCIRLAGAKAOAAH

SO HE WAS INDEED IN THE GOLDEN CIRCLE.

EughFOCK OKAY THE LNER IS STILL IN FIRST PLACE.. IM WORRIED

WHAT THE FUCK??? WHAT.

WAIT WAIR, WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??

Cause look, from what I know, there are a decent amount of Wardens for the LMS around that time period, humans and engines.

It. IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE WHAT THE FUCK

"The Black 5 if furious and threatens to crack my skull open." Surprisingly the most normal threat North has recieved so far. Damn.

Wait WAIT. HE ISNT A RUNAWAY??? HES NOT- HES A KICKED OUT MEMBER, IS WHAT IM UNDERSTANDING FROM THIS.

IFUCKINGCAAAAALLEDDDDD IT I CALLED IT OHMYGOD I CALLED IT. SIR GRESLEY STARTED IT WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Fuck wait WAIT WHAT. WELL FUCK OKAY THATS VERY BAD. BAD.

"Perhaps that was all it ever was, a dream." GOSH DAAMN. DAMN OKAY

I AM GETTING MORE CONCERNED AS I READ THIS.

Okay a one month timeskip, WHATTHEFUCK

WHAAT. 25?????????????

I CAAAALLEDDDD IT I CALLED IT OHMYGOD YEAAAASSSS YES YESSSSSSSSSSS LETS GOOOO

ENGINES SAVED BY WORKMEN BY THEM HIDING SAID ENGINES YEAAAAAAAAASSSS

Rooster. OKAY SO THAT CONFIRMS IT, ROOSTER CAME AFTER NORTH DID. OKAY GOOD. THATS YEAAASSS

J CLASS MENTION WOOOOOOOOO

Wair WAIT WAIT PEPPERCORNS. WAIT SO. WAAAAIT. WAIT WAIT OHMYGOD WAIT

THIS DOESNT CLEARLY CONFIRM IT, BUT IT MIGHT BE HINTING AT HOW KESTREL/KHLOE IS A REVIVED CONSTRUCT RN

But but, it still raises the question, WHAT WERE THEY REVIVED WITH??? WAS IT WITH GOLD DUST OR ARE THEY SILVER SOULS?????????

Wait FIGHT?????? HOLYGOD THERE WAS A WAR. THERE

ANARCHY, OF COURSE IT WOULDVE HAPPENED

So then. Okay SO NORTHS GOAL; SAVE SIBLINGS

——

Okay so ah, before I continue this, let me just say this:

The next bits I reacted to were just WIPED OUT by tumblr when I tried saving it yesterday in my drafts, but thankfully Im running on naps, caffiene, and some hours of sleep cause I know I forgot how I reacted and what I did react to (considering this was a first read so yeah)

As of writing this little explanation it's the second day I'll be staying here at this hotel before going home, starting up back the reaction below this paragraph at around 5 am rn (wow I woke up early, not complaining though)

So basically LETS CONTINUE THIS REACTION FROM WHATS BEEN LEFT, RUNNING ON HOPES AND DREAMS EDITION!

——

Oh OH SEPTEMBER 16TH

THATS POLLYS SCRAP DATE ISNT IT??

And IT FUCKING IS LETS GOO

WOOOOOOOOO LETS GO NORTH ANOTHER WIN

I POLLY?? Okay well of course shes doing that, its North, I think we all know she has a reason to be upset at him

Yet again, crossing off another thing that seemed impossible yet was possible, North believing things such as myths and beliefs circulating around an engine.

But then considering he has the logic to not believe in such things without a proper reason, maybe this is actually hinting at something Merry has?? Im guessing its something related to black smoke or some sort of “gold dust technique” (what the fuck am I saying)

BUT either way I still have my suspicions about her soul (both how it is in the present and past times)

Cause for some context, Ive had a theory (for a while) that Merry (or Jacqueline in the present) had black smoke inside her soul for a while in a way where Blue Peter had his black smoke stored, but in a way where it’s the cause of her cruelty as a parent.

But that was a scrapped theory since I had another theory involving Silver souls, her being one of those said silver souls in that theory.

Anywho CONTINUIJG ON LMAO

AND LETS GOOOO NORTHS GONNA SAVE HER YESSSS

But then, it would scrap my Silver Soul theory for Merry considering she hasn’t died, is what Im understanding here

“Rooster was appalled and almost threatened to kick me off his farm, a farm that I finance, I might add.” Now this sentence mADE ME WHEEZE

Ay AY AY WAIT SO SHE ISNT DEAD. OKAY RIGHT YEAH, SHE ISNT DEAD

“Merry Hampton is my sister after all.” DEVELOPMENT PEOPLE, DEVELOPMENT‼️ ‼

OH LOOKY HERE 30TH OF OCTOBER LETS GOO

IFUCKINGCALLEDIT YEEEAAAAAAASSSS YES STANIER DID HELP YEEASSSSS

AND OOH BOY NOT IN THE WAY I EXPECTED.. THIS HAS TURNED A LOT

Wait WAIT CONSTRUCG???? CONSTRUCT??

“Would go insane” and “Vessel for despair” intrigue me, cause that sounds like cold iron sleep-

Well I mean it in a way where the insanity could be where your denial of facing death leads to a spiral of insanity that makes them face it even closer, and how “vessel for despair” could be interpreted as a vessel for black smoke to feed on their despair of facing death

Okay shit I just backread a bit SO MERRY DID INDEED DIE. BUT THE QUESTION IS, WHEN DID SHE DIE???

Waoh WOAH WOAH WOAHAIAOAAHAHA ITS THE SPILLED THING ITS THE SNEAK PEAK OHMHGODOSHAOAA

IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW

THE FIRST GNJOURNAL IT MAKES SENSE NOW

MERRY AND POLLY WERENT SAVED TOGETHER NO MERRY WAS INDEED SAVED OR WAS ATTEMPTED TO BE SAVED BUT NORTH FUCKED IT UP BY GIVING HER A CRUDE CONSTRUCT AND SO THAT LEAD TO HER HAVING TO BE IDK SENT AWAY FROM HIM??

AAY AY AY LOOK ITS THE OHMFYAO

SIR GRESLEY??????? HARMING HERSELF????????? WHAT?????????

AY WAIT. SO BLACK SMOKE WAS INDEED KNOWN TO BE A PAIN KILLER OF SORTS FOR ENGINES. OKAY NOTED

Coldstreamer. CODLHEAKAPA COLDSTREAMER OHMYGOD

KINGFISHER??????????????????? WAIT SOLARIO??????????

COUNTERPART TO SCOTSMAN- BITCH I THOUGHT MALLARD WAS HIS COUNTERPART OHMYHOD

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SO MALLARD WAS INDEED KNPWN AS A HEALER BUT HIS MEMORIES WERE WIPED OF BEING ONE.

I just fuckin realized, Mallard was just a tool, a tool to relieve pain. When he wasn't a fellow bird enjoyer that is.

Thays. THATS SO DAMN SAD MYGO

If I knew that before reading aGS, it wouldve been even more sadder istg

WHAT THE FUCK. SO THOMPSON TRIED GETTING THOSE MEMORIES BACK BUT HE FUCKED IT UP BY DESTROYING HIS SOUL

ITS LIKE TRYNA GRAB A LITTLE BITE SIZED CANDY OUT FROM A TALL GLASS VASE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, YOUR GONNA BREAK IT EITHER WAY.

HEAL MERRY HAMPTON’S CONSTRUCT??????????

Oh fuck Pollys not talking to him, shit

“All I have done is prolong her tortured existence.” YOU THINK???????

DAMN.

HUNDREDS???????? HUNDREDS. FOR EVERY RAILWAY. COUNT EVERY FUCKING RAILWAY AND MULTIPLY THE NUMBER OF THEM ALL WITH 100 MYGOD

Ay HOLD THE DAMN PHONE

HENDRICK WAS STORED IN A STOREROOM????

WHAT HAPPENED TO MALLARD- OH FUCK RIGHT THE YEAR

MEMORY??????? OHFUCK THEY MEMORY WIPED HER AS WELL.

Wait, black smoke feeds on any negative emotion (from what I understand), and memories can conjure said memories.

From that I can guess that Merry had black smoke used on her when reviving/reforming her into a construct but something went wrong and so CUE THE MUSIC

Woah WOAH WOAH THE LMS WARDENS, FROM THE THING, HOLYGOD

AND WAIT WAIT. SPION KOP OHMYGOD SPION

Wait, back in the server Loraine said that Spion Kop translates to Spy Head in Dutch, so then- OH.

OHIFUCKINGCAAALLEDDDDDITTTT MERRY DID HAVE BLACKSMOKE YEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSSS

Pause rq cause JACQUELINE BYRON IS A COOL SOUNDING NAME HOLYGOD

Ay AY OKAY YEAH TIMESKIP TO ONE WEEK LATER LETS GO

I take it back its been five damn years..

Oh something's wrong, yeah NO WAY there isnt anything wrong cause THAT SOUNDS BAD. VERY BAD.

Wait. Marley Vaughan? That sounds familiar sec-

Okay I was wrong, that name doesnt belong to a GDC we know. Noting that down

Woah WOAH WHAT THE FUCK WHAT?? SPION WHAT HAPPENED????

Wait WAIT. OKAY SO- HOW. THE FUCK.

THATS WHAT IM ASKING AS WELL

Wait this would be 14 years before (from what I've conjured/theorised) Olivia was born, so does this mean she has a secret sibling or does she age slowly??

Ah FUCK OKAY. POLITICAL CORRUPTUON GEAH LETS DO THIS, LETS NOT GO CAUSE THAT US BAD YEAH.

HE WAS A JUBILEE?????????????????? NO. NO WAY FUCK NO. ALLISON RAY WHYY???????

“Though I do not think it was intentional on Arethusa’s part to give Merry a child” Buckle in, prepare for tough shit cause I SWEAR-

JEREMY PARSONS??????? HEREMYSAJAO JEREMY PARSONS. HOLYSHIT

STEAAAL?????????????????? STEAL. OKAY- FUCK WAIT. I MAY NOT JNOW HOW THIS JEREMY PARSONS IS RELATED TO MS PARSONS (COULD BE HER TWIN??) BUT SHIT THIS IS WHY MS PARSONS WENT FOR NORTH TO GET OLIVIA’S WHISTLE. TO CONTINUE WHATEVER JEREMY PARSONS HAD PLANNED.

HEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

WHAT THE FUCK. HES DEAD. MYGOD AND WE DIDNT EVEN KNOW MUCH ABOUT HIM OTHER THAN THE INFO THATS BEEN SHARED, SOMEONE GIVE THIS GUY A FUCKING FUNERAL MY GOD

TAKE MERRY????????????? TAKE MERRY. OHMYGOD TAKE MERRY??????

ANCHOR????????? ANCHOR, LADY, CREATOR, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS GUY ON???????

“Never have I seen someone so unhinged.” I couldn't agree more with you North, cause WHAT THE FUCK

BLACK SMOEJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

OHMYGODOAOA

OKAY THIS JSUT CLICKED IN MY MIND FOR YOU LOT TO NOTE, EVERYTHING I'M READING THAT COMES AFTER THE MARCH 8TH 1969 ENTRY IS MY FIRST TIME READING THEM.

I AM SHOCKED.

Thank GOD Hamilton and Allison came cause NY GOD THAT. THATS TENSE HOLYSHIT

YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSS YEAH GET HIS ARSE INTO JAIL RIGHT NOW, SERVES HIM RIGHT FOR DOING SUCH A THING

Wait. What the fuck- WDYM ARETHUSA AND I????? YOU JUST SAID HE WAS DEAD WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON??????

IS THIS A GHOST TYPE SITUATION?????

“She is with child and the baby is everything to her now” Jacqueline Byron Vaughan YOU TRAGIC WOMAN

“My curiosity is not higher than that of Merry’s happiness.” I am not strong, THIS SENTENCE RIGHT HERE-

AWWE. THATS JUST HEART WARMING, HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO MERRY AND HER SWEET CHILD (I am melting, like Ive said, I AM NOT STRONG)

wHAT THE FUCK. WAIT WAIT- BLACK SMOKE??????? NO FUCK WHAT NO NO NO WHAT.

MADE HER ILL?????????? MEMORIES???????? OH FOR FUCKS SAKE WHEN SOMETHING GRAND HAPPENS IT GOES DOWN HILL (WHY AM I SURPRISED??)

Remarkableblu

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAJHVXHQSBJ CBSHVJ HEF HISFBC IM NOT NORMAL

AaaGYXQOHJXLSscBMVFJ FSINBV SLVFEAIUFWFOWUDWULVVUYCDWTFURVHIVVYK.UUKUG DQRNB.FWJJBMWF P 2E

I NEED TO BREAARHE HOLY GOD.

OLIVIAS MADE OUT OF GOLD DUST AND BLACK SMOKE. THIS IS WHY SHE COULD GO NEAR MALLARD IN AGS, BECAUSE SHE COULDNT BE CONTROLLED BY MALLARD'S BLACK SMOKE CAUSE SHE HAD HER OWN AND IT EXPLAINS HOW SCOTSMAN COULD SURVIVE IN HER BODY IN THE SAME SERIES.

AND THIS COULD CONFIRM HOW SHE HAD A HEART CONDITION, IT WASNT A HEART CONDITION, IT WAS BLACK SMOKE FIGHTING WITH HER GOLD DUST.

OLIVIAS A CONSTRUCT, A HYBRID CONSTRUCT, AND SO HER CHILDREN ARE THE HALF HUMAN AND HALF CONSTRUCT ONES NOT HER

THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH YET QUESTIONS MUCH MORE.

#At this point Ive gotta reread the full series now #Every reread is worth my time #Because every time I do reread the full series I always find details I mightve overlooked or/and not remembered that get a lead #Form the little details to BIG lore winks that solve a shit ton of my theories LMAO #cheesyversial rants #ttte young iron au (??)#(Yet again I apologise for the late post)#(As soon as Im back home freshened up I'll try to get myself back together and end the “hiatus” Im on)

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