#I donate a little to all the ones that are directly sent to me

[adhdo5]

I've gotten many asks for fundraising aid requests in the past day – I have been trying to space out posting them and reblogging fundraisers that come across my dash so it might take some time for it to be posted

I wish you all to be safe soon

[olahelal]

Hello everybody ,

I really appreciate your last help and need for you to be beside me till end.

It is the right time for you to do good , All of you know the results of the genocide war on Gaza ,which stall every dream we had stated away .

I lost my home ,every thing is destroyed by Jewish army and had been stealled.

My daughters are suffering, my second daughter Razan was born with one kidney and she is sensitive for nonclear water and needs for private nessisities ,there are noo food to be eated in north Gaza were my family live.

Can you imagine that my little girl Yara she have 3 years only ,she still remember the Jewish soldier with his gun directed to her face directly,she still cried everynight she remember them.

Every sent you donate has big effect for my family .

Please make your efforts for help my family and arrive my goal to bring them to me a abroad.

Thank you very much.

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[ofc-vi-writes-too]

Batfam members and what they’d get cancelled for/their apology

Just watched ItalianBach’s youtuber apology tier list video and inspiration STRUCK.

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Bruce: there are SOOOOOO many things. So so so many things. He has been cancelled so many times that there is a blog dedicated to keeping track of BW apologies. the user is probs something like bruceissosorryagain. Personal favorite was when he ruined a pretty popular and well liked socialite by knocking over a champagne tower directly onto her great grandmother’s wedding gown. For some god foresaken reason the champagne had been dyed red to match the victorian vampire aesthetic of the wedding?? The hashtag “BWmeetscarrie” will forever haunt wayne manor.

Dick: He was literally a cop in 2020. his goose was GOT. He was trying to prove that not all cops are bad by posting to that macklemore song with the little black fist painted on his cheek and BLM on the other. u know the one. It didn’t go over very well. Even macklemore commented “c’mon bro..” This was followed by a 45 minute long apology video explaining how he now understands the harm it can cause to lump all marginalized groups into one category and how he regrets his action severely and yada yada yada hes so sorry, at the end there was a 2 minute long acrobatic performance to the song Nina Cried Power by Hozier. He also donated to several black charities following the whole ordeal. Didn’t leave his house for a week.

Jason: Ran a rage bait account on tiktok when he was like 13-15 where he posted cringe alpha sigma male mogging content, and someone somehow found out it was him, and his apology wasn’t so much an apology as much as it was “I’m sorry you were stupid enough to believe the bs I was posting, and I’m sorry i got caught. Fuck you guys btw now I have to find a new hobby 👎🏽.” The videos are still saved to his phone when he needs a good chuckle.

Tim: Said BTS was ass and BP was even worse (he tweeted it out of boredom, knowing it was gonna be bad, but not knowing exactly how bad). Armies and blinks tried to dox him MUTIPLE times but tim keeps it on lock so his info was safe. There was a boycott for WE so Bruce made him post and official apology. It was half assed and there are kpop accounts to this day that say “Fuck tim drake” in their bio. Either that or he got “cancelled” on some Jynxzi stuff. Like the whole situation to a T. Maybe both are true. He also had a ukelele in his apology vid.

Damian: called an old lady a “stupid ugly stinky bitch” on national television because she “asked father too many questions.” (it was an interview) Jaws were dropped. Nay, jaws were dislocated. Damian was too young at the time to have social media, let alone post his own apology, so bruce did it for him and sent that poor old lady a lot of cash.

Duke: Unironically said “if it’s snowing I’m not going.” the dudebros thought that shit was hilarious. No one else laughed. Duke was serious, but he felt so bad about offending people that there were tears in the apology. At least thats the story he’s currently running with.

Cass: A video of her saying the F slur surfaced. Her apology was her coming out.

Steph: Said something offensive without realizing it and didnt know what she did until she tweeted saying “why is everyone being so wierd around me?? did I do something wrong??” everyones response is either “girl please bffr” or genuine actually helpful input. She apologized less than a day later in a quick and concise apology vid.

Barbara: compared herself to marsha P johnson in an interview and when she was asked to elaborate she simply could not. The truth is, she had no idea who that woman was other than the fact that she was a good, cool woman so she was like yea omg im so her. Her apology was also a mini documentary about Marsha P Johnsons life.

[yuurei20]

Hi Yuurei!!

Same anon asking about stipends -

We're going down a whole rabbit hole with this one!

My friend asked if there's anything about Crowley Actually being stingy in game, or if that's actually something the fans came up with.

We could only think about chapter 2 Crowley saying he didnt promise to pay for living expenses, but that was to get MC and Grim to do what he wanted.

Otherwise, while not as generous as he humorously claims, I can't really think of much where he's genuinely "nickle and diming" things

Do you know of anything?

Hello hello!! I am so sorry for the delay, I can finally answer this question! (for the curious, anon's initial questions about stipends is here!)

There have been multiple examples of Crowley taking advantage of opportunities for financial gain, but there may be more going on than it seems!

Crowley allows Azul to run Mostro Lounge on school properly in exchange for Azul returning the powers he stole from students in his first year, and for contributing 10% of the lounge's proceeds to NRC. (Jack: "Wait, so you're gettin' something from it?!")

In Book 4, Crowley himself insinuates that he allowed Kalim to be appointed Housewarden of Scarabia in exchange for generous support from Kalim's family that help with the costs of providing education. In Book 5 Jamil says that he suspects the opportunity to get "generous Asim family donations" is the only reason that Kalim was sent a letter of acceptance at all.

In Book 6, Crowley explains how he could not refuse the Shroud family's request that Ortho be formally enrolled as a student after they paid to repair the buildings destroyed by STYX, as well as making "substantial contributions toward expanding the school's facilities."

When the Firelit Sky team leaves for the fireworks event in Jamil and Kalim's hometown, Crowley says that he will graciously accept whatever souvenirs Kalim brings back. Trey comments, "I knew there was no way he'd let us do this for free."

When the students leave for the Glorious Masquerade event Crowley sees them off with, "Don't worry about getting any gifts for me. As a side note, I prefer treats with subtler flavors rather than overpowering ones."

During Halloween we learn that the souvenirs provided to campus visitors are "just little bags of candy that cost less than a thaumark each in total" and Crowley insists, "it's all about the sentiment!"

But for all these examples of Crowley seemingly being very interested in money, there are just as many where he is not as stingy as he could be: visitors to school during Halloween tour the campus free of charge, and Crowley gives away multiple VDC tickets so that the members of NRC Tribe can invite friends and family, despite how they are "hot commodities" that he could presumably sell.

He also buys Sam's entire stock of goods for seducing Eliza during the Phantom Bride event (including tuxedos for the remaining suitors), fairy dust for the Fairy Gala event and club equipment for the winning teams of Vargas Camp.

Costs pertaining to expenses such as setup and food supplies are all charged to the school during Port Fest, with half of profits donated to the restoration of Craneport.

Upon Azul's recommendation Crowley voluntarily decides to give the rest of the profits to the students themselves, even encouraging them to host a post-festival celebration with whatever money is leftover rather than trying to keep any for himself.

As mentioned in the response to your initial question, Crowley also gives the prefect and Grim funds that are mentioned during Glorious Masquerade! (And they also buy things during other events so this was, presumably, not a one-time exception.)

In short, I think you are right and it is possible that Crowley has become infamous for a level of stinginess that might not be entirely accurate! It is also interesting how he never seems to mention taking money for himself, directly: it is always in the form of donations to the school, repairs to campus facilities, etc., with the exceptions of the snacks he overtly requests from Fleur City, and the souvenirs he encourages Kalim to bring back for him.

As you say he does mention money as a way to pressure Grim and the prefect into helping him in the main story, but also as you say these are only two of many examples of the various ways he gets Grim to cooperate, such as promising him a role in the Spelldrive tournament (Book 2), renovating Ramshackle's plumbing (Book 5), and tempting him with attention and food (Glorious Masquerade).

Overall, while Crowley certainly has a reputation for being stingy both inside and outside of the game, he may not be as cheap as he seems--or as he wants people to think he is? 👀

[atalossofwords]

YOU TASTE THE SILVER - IvanTill WIP (Part 9)

Guys, I don't normally post here unless I have at least another POV ready, but I'm gonna admit this last Ivan POV is NOT working out. I rewrote it three times, and it's still fighting me. Hopefully I can dig myself out of the ditch, but oh well. Y'all can enjoy Till's POV while I suffer.

ON AO3 - part one - part two - part three - part four - part five&six - part seven - part eight

Till's life is going well. He's used to the new house, he's found new inspiration to write and mix more songs ever since Mizi's concert, so he's going live more often, which means his audience has been growing steadily. Dewey got a promotion at work and Isaac is doing an EMT course that will guarantee him a promotion as well.

He's also started chatting more often with Navi, enough so that they are... almost friends? He doesn't want to assume, but Navi is always so happy to talk about anything Till wants that the conversation flows easily. Navi especially likes to know what Till is eating, all the boring details that Till finds himself... eager to share. Till has never been overly chatty, and idle conversation is awkward, but somehow Navi shows so much interest in what he has to say that Till finds himself invested in expressinging himself more, in looking for things to talk about.

Navi likes knowing what Till thinks of the weather, and actively engages with him over which brand of ramyeon is better. Somehow, they can get into discussions over the most innocuous thing, and end up discussing music and lyrics and mixing for hours on end.

They have an ongoing discussion about the use of english in lyrics, which frequently comes back up whenever one of them thinks of another argument, and also an untold pact of sending animal pictures to each other; Till sends pictures of any dog he sees on the street, because Navi said it's his favorite animal even if he can't have one, and Navi sends back cat pictures, since his sister has one and cat pictures are easier than snake ones, which are Till's favorite animal.

Till feels... warm, about it. He's never had many friends, being a lone wolf throughout his school years; he was always in detention, or going directly home after school. He'd always had a temper, something that only really cooled after he left school and was allowed to focus on music. Dewey was his brother, not his friend, and Hyuna was more of an acquaintance than a close friendship.

Till also felt. Guilty, maybe? About the amount of money Navi kept spending on him. He wasn't a friendship expert, but he was pretty sure friends didn't send you almost 50$ dollars when you complained about picking between ramyeon and tteokbokki and told you to pick both.

(Till knew it was a mistake to migrate over from texting to Kakaotext, since now Navi could send him money directly through that. But he also had to admit the amount of stickers Navi used was beyond cute.)

Navi had also sent him some other gifts, beyond the spontaneous kakaopay transfers and normal stream donations; he's sent Till a collection of rings after bothering Till for a week straight to give him his ring size, a comfy sweater that Till didn't take off for a week due to how soft it was, and so on.

Till felt a weird tingling feeling on his stomach, a blush taking over his face whenever Navi sent him anything. He's normally fine ignoring it after a token protest, too practical to actually deny money.

He thinks he should feel bad about it, or something. Dewey told him, a few weeks into his streaming career, that he'd feel awful about getting so much money and not giving it back. Till thinks it's an exchange; he streams and people give him money for entertaining them. For a little while, the same applied to Navi. Why should he care if someone wasted their money on Till? He didn't think gacha companies were at fault for people's spending habits.

That was until they started texting. That was until Navi stopped being just a name on the screen and became a person who liked dogs, did spicy challenges for fun and had strong opinions about the conservation of endangered animals.

Till thought he might start to feel guilty, then, or at least want to pay Navi back somehow.

Instead what he gets is a warmth throughout his chest and an entirely undignified urge to squirm in place. He likes it when Navi spends money on the most mundane things, when Navi tells him to get himself some food. When Navi sends him money with instructions to get something specific Till scrambles to get it, and enjoys the treat with red cheeks and an unknown tightness in his chest.

He doesn't get it, and he's too embarrassed to talk about it with anyone else.

(Reviewing the memory, later on, will show Till the following; the weird warmth, the urge to squirm, it is arousal. Till likes it a lot, when Navi gives him things and tells him what to do with it. He feels spoiled and taken care of and confusedly horny about it all.)

He's doing his best to not care much about it, but his weeks-long wave of good luck seems to have run dry, because he ended up sick some two days ago. He's had to cancel three streams already, and is miserable enough he's debating actually going to a doctor about it.

Luckily for him, he's not coughing or nauseous, which are his least favorite symptoms. He is congested and his nose is running all the time, and he does feel feverish, but there's not much he can do about that except sleep it off.

He's currently huddled into his couch, slowly eating the samgyetang Isaac made for him and watching a show Hyuna recommended. It's a simple, no-thoughts-necessary show; the female MC is a former yakuza member that's trying to leave her past behind and live as a teacher, and the two competing love interests are a big executive type who has a child on the school and is an ass to her but is able to afford a pretty luxurious life as long as she goes along with his plans, or a old member of the Yakuza who fell in love with her when he was a child and is now reforming himself to be able to stand besides her "in the light", as he put it.

Till is cheering on the yakuza guy, mostly because he's a lot sweeter than the asshole executive.

He's also live-blogging to Navi, who has been hovering so badly that Till gave up and allowed the other to get his actual address so Navi can buy him some soup and energy drinks. He thinks he'll regret it later, but he's not complaining right now, when Navi is making sure he has food delivered for every meal and also all the necessary meds.

You [ 5:47PM ] Oh look, the asshole is going on a business trip. Maybe we'll get some good scenes with the yakuza guy now.

Navi [ 5:47 ] You're really invested into this, aren't you? What do you even like in this character?

You [ 5:48PM ] He's just so much better than the asshole. I don't get why girls would ever go for someone who's so rude to them.

Till huffs, looking up at the TV as the in-between episode extra starts. They're always funny, showing the behind the scenes and some interviews with the actors. He likes the main actress well enough, and by what he saw the actor for the asshole is a well-established star that he had no idea existed until now.

Well, the same can be said of the younger yakuza guy. His actor, someone named Ivan, is talking about how he prepared for the role, and Till can't help but be interested. The asshole guy only talked about his physical conditioning, but Ivan is talking about how he talked things over with the director, watched former-yakuza interviews and did his best to research about the motivations of his character.

He's also very handsome, in an endearing way, and Till can't help agreeing with the interviewer when she tells Ivan his fans will love the role, and that seeing him do such an earnest character will get all the girls swooning.

You [ 5:48PM ] Also, seeing the interviews, this Ivan person is just a lot better than the other actor. He cares a lot more about his character, which I think is way more important than how you look.

The interview ends, and Till decides to send another commentary before getting up to fetch more tissues for his nose.

You [ 5:48PM ] I bet Ivan would look cute doing aegyo. He's got the face for it, at least. Though I don't know if actors do that, I've only seen Idols do it on command.

Message sent, Till puts his phone to the side and gathers his little mountain for tissues and shuffles to the trash can, dumping them before refilling his water bottle and getting a new box before snuggling up again.

Navi still hasn't answered.

He frowns. He knows Navi can be busy, he definitely has other things to do rather than keep Till company, but he usually sends a BRB text if he'll be away from his phone for more than a minute.

He's still a little sick, and fervish, and miserable, so he doesn't think too hard about it and messages Navi again.

You [ 5:50PM ] Navi?

Navi [ 5:51PM ] Sorry, hyung. I just got surprised. My name is Ivan as well.

Till makes a little surprised noise. Ivan isn't that common of a name. What are the odds?

You [ 5:51PM ] Wow, it must be weird to share names with someone famous.

Navi answers quickly, but with far poorer grammar than what Till is used to.

Navi [ 5:52PM ] haha yeah well, I got used to it. do you like Ivan?

You [ 5:53PM ] I haven't seen much besides this series, he seems pretty good. Did you have any recommendations?

Navi – or, well, Ivan. Till quickly goes to change his contact name before he forgets – takes some more time to answer, and Till decides he must be busy, so he puts the show back on, doing his best not to sneeze into his soup. It's only as he's almost napping that he gets a text.

Ivan [ 5:52PM ] "Creating Heaven", "So long, not enough" and "Kamera" are tolerable, but hyung should watch some more and tell me what's your favorites!

Till is too sleepy to type, so he just takes a picture of himself giving thumbs up and snuggles back on his couch, Ivan-the-actor's soothing voice talking with the MC lulling him to a nice, dreamless sleep.

part ten

[actualsunflower]

guess what I got fired from my job!! In retaliation for demanding and getting letters for ADA accommodations! Awesome!!

So now I'm all fucked up and very likely facing getting kicked out as soon as the ppl I live with find out I got fired.

I have plenty of time to draw now :') so I've been working away at big commissions. Meanwhile, since I'm very quickly getting the rest of my check spent on my blood work/prescriptions/necessities, I also started some new meds for the immense stress and anxiety the job caused me that've been making me feel some Ways. My entire life got fucked in like, a little less than a month on top of all this nonsense which is so awesome

Anyway... between more serious works I'm gonna do these! Really cheap/small ones to help keep me from going completely broke

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[hadesoftheladies]

alright, some misogynist and ableist goons on this site keep bothering me about my jkr post because they cannot fathom the fact that calling out bias doesn't necessarily equal endorsing. so i'm going to be super nice about it and put all the facts here for the fact-enjoyers.

let's go over the claims made against jkr by testerical twitterheads, because everything to do with trans politics regarding jkr is just extremist white liberals reaching.

Claim: JK Rowling is friends with Matt Walsh. False!

Claim: JK Rowling is friends with Kellie-Jay Keen. Ambiguous! (She has agreed with Kellie-Jay Keen on several issues and advocated for her based on false allegations about nazism concerning Kellie-Jay Keen. Men-rights activists made shit up about her endorsing nazi salutes at her women's campaign. also, JK Rowling has agreed with many people whose politics she does not wholly endorse, like matt walsh. agreeing with someone on an opinion or fact, does not mean you agree with their politics.)

Claim: JK Rowling denies the Holocaust. False! (For proof, see this thread. JK Rowling does not DENY that the Holocaust happened, but that trans people were specifically targeted by the Nazis. Some argue that this makes her a Holocaust denier based on some German article, but I find the term muddies the water. It can be an offense, a grievous one, to deny the Nazis did something when they did, but calling JKR a Holocaust denier makes people think she doesn't believe the Holocaust happened when she absolutely does.

Additionally, the topic as to whether trans people were explicitly targeted by Nazis has had a fair share of scholarly debate. They may have faced some measure of harassment, but being specifically targeted is also a reach considering how little historical evidence we have of transvestites being outrightly persecuted, at least, to anywhere near the same degree homosexual, black or Jewish people were. Cross-dressing certificates were legal in Nazi Germany, for example, and I have found no record of a transvestite suffering things like forced sterilization. This article briefly mentions a German author who thought that the Nazis would finally take care of "the transvestite problem" because now they could be sent to concentration camps and castrated there, but there is still no record of any transvestite having undergone such a thing. Furthermore, of the examples of transvestites that were taken to concentration camps, both of them were homosexual, so it would be more accurate to say they were targeted for being homosexual, especially when you look at why they were arrested. On the other hand, some transvestites ended up in concentration camps, but it was likely due to the fact that they were Jewish rather than trans.

It is also very significant that in the German Republic, transvestites had permits while homosexuals did not!

JKR might be denying that they burned trans books. Unfortunately for her, she is wrong. Transvestite research WAS targeted by the Nazis. Again, not much is known about transvestites during this time and I have found no solid numbers. It most definitely didn't happen on the same scale as what gay, lesbian, Jewish or Roma people were suffering through--and why would it, transvestites weren't a large population, also i have found no record of transvestites being forced to wear pink triangles, like homosexual men were--, though gay men and transvestites seemed to get more leniency if they were "Aryan." )

Claim: JK Rowling directly funds government suppression. (Which government? Source? I'll make an assumption and guess that you're referring to her 1 million pound donation to the Better Together anti-Scottish independence campaign? Yes, she has. But she respects the opinions of those who disagree with her on the subject. She's also donated to the Labour Party, which is more centre-left politically.)

Claim: JK Rowling has financially supported groups that repress Scotland's right to independence. True! (She also voted "No!" on Scottish independence).

Claim: JK Rowling is gunning to be a Neo-Nazi. False! (She has not expressed any explicit Nazi views! Please tap the source to see what Nazi views actually are! JK Rowling has been explicitly leftist in her politics and anti-racist.)

Claim: JK Rowling is a fascist. False! (She does not identify as fascist and does not have any explicit fascist views. Unlike the people burning and trying to ban her books, which contain very little of her politics.)

i don't worship JKR, i don't even agree with a good chunk of her politics. especially when it comes to her sympathy for israel. she's a millionaire white woman, and i am a born and raised african middle-class person. we won't have many politics in common. but unlike you lot, i don't need to be misogynistic or ableist in order to disagree with a woman. resorting to misogyny, ableism, racism or homophobia just because you hate someone is still misogyny, ableism, racism and homophobia. i wouldn't call a transperson the "t-word" even though i don't profess their gender faith. because i recognize that using the "t-word" on a trans-identified person that's done or said disgusting things like, idk, andrea long chu or hunter schaffer (are these your leaders? seriously?), saying that word will still hurt trans-identified people who didn't do or say those horrible things unnecessarily.

see what i did there? i read things up for myself, added sources from people i disagreed with politically, discussed the valid history of people who i disagree with without resorting to dehumanizing language, and called out the celebrity you lot think are "my hero" without being a hypocrite!

class dismissed.

now fuck off you rancid misogynists and go back to snivelling about how righteous you are to your echo chamber.

also, radblr girlies feel free to reblog or link this for all the anti-jkr posts that make any of these claims or keep trying to bait you with this braindead discourse to save yourselves the effort. love you and muah! :)

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

Free day - Vampire Au -

In which (some) wealthy vampires rent a human for their blood. Huaisang signed up for the program because he likes easy money not seen by his brother and is snatched up and away by Meng Yao instantly. The vampire is soft, polite; only occasionally possessive and only slightly insane. Huaisang doesn't know much about him yet, only that he apparently killed his master and drank all his blood, becoming very powerful. Other vampires step away when he walks by.

No matter what most of his family said, he wasn't a complete idiot. He'd actually made the effort to look into this 'donation' business before submitting his name and medical records.

The problem was that there was little information to find.

The other problem was that he didn't have much choice, given his current situation.

Two days after he'd signed up, on the first real day off he'd had in over a month, he got a text directing him to a particular address, with the name of the match waiting for him, as if this were a dating site connection.

Meng Yao... why did that name sound familiar?

Shaking off his curiosity, he made his way to the train station to get across the city.

The address he arrived at was a condo building that was a hell of a lot nicer than the school dorm he lived in, and considering the directions were to take the elevator all the way to the top floor, this guy must have been loaded.

Well, that was why he was here, wasn't it?

Other people who were either residents or staff paid him no mind-

-no that wasn't quite right. They were expressly ignoring his presence, carefully looking in any direction besides his.

Snobby assholes. His clothes were just fine, and he was clean, and it wasn't any of their business anyway.

He was the last one on the elevator when it stopped at the top floor, and he stepped out directly into what looked more like an extra long waiting room than a hallway. There were only two doors, one on each side, and both were numbered.

Only two condos on the whole floor.

Letting out his breath in a sharp huff, he quickly stepped out of the elevator before it could go back down with him in it and looked at the door numbers, then pressed the bell button on the left.

"Nie-xiansheng, I presume?"

He supposed he could be forgiven for nearly hitting the ceiling in surprise, especially since the smirk the man behind him was wearing when he whipped around meant he had intentionally been snuck up on.

It... wasn't an unattractive smirk, he would admit, between the dimples and the honey gold eyes-

-wait.

"Meng-xiansheng?"

The smirk widened, briefly flashing very sharp teeth. Yep, this was his match.

"Shall we go in and get acquainted?"

"Sure," he managed to say without sounding too squeaky.

Once they'd left their shoes at the door, Meng Yao led him past the living room to an office that was by itself bigger than his dorm room and waved for him to sit on the huge plush sofa.

He did as told, then watched as Meng Yao picked up a file from his desk and sank into the armchair across from him.

"The agency sent me digital copies, but I prefer to keep paper as well. Do you mind?"

He quickly shook his head.

"Excellent. Now, then," Meng Yao said, opening it up. "'Nie Huaisang, age twenty-one. Currently in university for art restoration and conservation, with a night shift job as a hotel receptionist. A rather lengthy history with hospitals.'"

Meng Yao looked up over the file, and the way those gold eyes flashed with interest made Nie Huaisang involuntarily swallow hard.

"I must say, you are hardly the first university student to sign with the agency, but you're the first to be accepted with a medical record like yours. Why take the risk?"

"It- it's complicated, xiansheng." When Meng Yao waved for him to continue, he took a deep breath, then let it out. "M- my family is known for... physical pursuits. Athletes, soldiers, bodyguards, security, all that. There's a whole family business built around it that my older brother's running now."

"And then there's you," Meng Yao said, but surprisingly he sounded... more sympathetic than scornful.

"And then there's me," Nie Huaisang agreed. "Da-ge covers my room and board, and I've got a couple of scholarships that handle tuition and books, but for renting studio space and buying supplies? I'm on my own. It's... well, that's complicated, too. Anyway, the hotel night receptionist job was the only thing I could get that didn't clash with my classes and projects, but I'm getting so little sleep that I don't know how much longer I can keep it up. And then one of my classmates gave me a card for the agency."

"I see." Meng Yao closed the folder and laid it aside.

"And the medical stuff," Nie Huaisang continued, hoping he wasn't sounding too desperate. "I know the number of times I've been to the hospital looks bad, but it's mostly just been for testing."

For assorted types of delirium, he almost said, but that wouldn't sound good either. And besides, Meng Yao had probably already seen that, if he was as diligent about reading the records as he seemed to be.

"Hm." Meng Yao stood up and walked over to his desk, leaned against it, and folded his arms, gaze sharp. "Nie-xiansheng, I don't entirely believe the agency sent you here for benevolent reasons."

Nie Huaisang's stomach dropped. "W-what?"

"I am willing to admit I am someone who has made a lot of enemies, particularly with how I rose to this rank in the world. And I believe your being accepted into the donation program has been facilitated by one of them."

"How you-"

Oh.

Oh, no.

Now he remembered why his match's name had struck him as familiar. It hadn't been the sort of scandal the mundane news covered, but those that were on the edges of the supernatural community, like his own family, had heard snatches of it.

A dhampir who'd killed his sire of both senses of the word, and in doing so, had stolen enough power to become a fullblooded vampire while still remaining a daywalker.

The other fullbloods in the province, most of whom had been business associates of Jin Guangshan, had been furious, but there had been no actual laws broken so things had eventually settled.

But what did that have to do with-

He jumped a little, surprised out of his thoughts, when cold fingers lifted his chin.

He'd been so distracted that he hadn't even seen Meng Yao move.

“But you, Nie-xiansheng, I do believe you’ve been sincere. That’s why I’m willing to let you walk away, and I’ll even give you the agreed-upon payment for having been dragged into this.”

"But then you'll still be hungry," Nie Huaisang said before his brain could catch up to his mouth. And then his mouth just kept running ahead. "And the agency will know that you know, and then they'll come after me, won't they? And then-"

"Hush."

He obediently shut up so fast his teeth clicked together.

Meng Yao's mouth quirked into a faint, but genuine smile. "You are adorable," he said before pulling away and turning back towards his desk.

If Nie Huaisang had been embarrassed before, his face was on fire now.

"Nie-xiansheng," Meng Yao said after a long silence. "With your history, I presume you're very familiar with giving blood in the medical fashion, yes?"

"Er- yes."

Meng Yao turned to face him again. "As it happens, I very much prefer taking blood from my donors in the same fashion. It might not be as glamorous as the traditional method, but it causes a great deal less mess, and lowers the risk of the donor going into shock. Therefore, I propose an experiment."

"What sort of experiment?" Nie Huaisang asked, though he was fairly sure he'd gotten the idea already.

"If, and only if the blood donation does not cause any lasting problems for your conditions, I would like you to permanently become my donor. In return, you will get the full donor fee each time, without having to give a percentage to the agency, and you will also be given my protection should whoever my enemy in the agency is make any false moves against you."

"And if my body's not up to it?"

"As it was because of my being targeted that you are under threat, you'll still be under my protection, you just won't be getting paid."

And Meng Yao would still have to find another donor, without agency assistance.

Nie Huaisang knew he should just ask for the second option. If this did make his health worse-

"Okay. Hopefully this works out," he said instead.

The smile Meng Yao gave him for that made him feel lightheaded.

And the room he was brought to next was like some bizarre fusion of guest bedroom and hospital room. The bed was definitely a medical gurney, but much more comfortably padded than any he'd ever been in before, and though there was other medical equipment about and the floor was stark tile, the lighting was low and warm.

He took off his jacket and shirt when prompted and accepted a sleeveless one instead, then laid down on the soft gurney cushion and watched as Meng Yao laid out his tools.

"What's that?" he asked when he noticed two syringes of clear fluid.

"How familiar are you with the process of blood feeding in the animal kingdom?" Meng Yao asked in return.

"Uh... not very," Nie Huaisang admitted. "I know there are mosquitos and bats... I could actually name you a few species of birds that do it? I'm better with those."

"You really are cute," Meng Yao said. "Many hematophagic species produce chemical agents in their saliva that create a numbing or sedation effect, to keep their hosts from noticing them and either killing them or shooing them away. So do we."

Nie Huaisang involuntarily wrinkled his nose, but then shrugged. "I'm pretty sure I've gone through worse than anasthesia via vampire spit."

Meng Yao looked amused. "That's refreshingly pragmatic of you. You wouldn't believe how many people are fine with the idea of being bitten, but disgusted by this," he said as he wrapped the tourniquet around Nie Huaisang's arm and then uncapped the needle.

Nie Huaisang barely felt it break the skin. "Oh, you're good," he murmured, relieved.

"A great deal of practice. Now, I'm sure you know the drill, start counting backwards from a hundred."

---

When he opened his eyes again, he could see a wash of sunset-ish colors through the window to his left, and a blanket had been pulled up over him.

Blinking sleepily, his vision swimming, he tried to sit up, only to find his body felt a bit like jelly.

"There you are," a familiar-not-familiar voice crooned, and a gentle hand brushed his bangs out of his eyes.

Slowly, Meng Yao's face came back into focus.

"How long has it been?" Nie Huaisang asked, the question slurring a little in his mouth.

"It's just after seven. I took the liberty of ordering you dinner from the restaurant on the first floor to help you get your strength back. You did beautifully, by the way."

"Thank you," he mumbled, and he wasn't sure if it was for the offered food or the strange compliment.

The motorized gurney helped him sit up and more pillows were tucked behind him for comfort. His hands proved too unsteady to manage a spoon on his own, so he had to allow Meng Yao to help him eat.

"So... what happens now?" he asked when he'd finished the first of the dishes on the tray and a few sips of the smoothie.

"I have already deposited your fee for this session, and I would recommend you contact whoever you're living with and tell them you're staying somewhere for the night instead of trying to make your way home in your current condition. If you've fully recovered in the next three days or so, then we will jointly draw up a contract and get your bracelet made."

"Bracelet?"

"It's akin to a hospital bracelet, really, only instead of having all your medical information, it's a warning sign to anyone else who would attempt to bite you."

Oh. That made sense.

At least as much as anything about this made sense.

Wasn't he accepting it all a little too easily?

Wasn't like he could do much else at this point, was there? He was kind of stuck.

Stuck with a very attractive vampire making the effort to look after his health and fixing his financial situation, though. He was willing to count it in the positives.

"Okay, then," he said, accepting the next bite of salmon and vegetables.

[dovesndecay]

I don't want to make this post. I don't, I don't, I don't. I never do.

I'm eternally exhausted with making begging posts every week, with my own situation and lack of options, of what feels like inviting a cocktail of pity and disdain from every which way, and having to be gratingly transparent about my finances and my personal health to complete strangers to essentially make a bid for "why I deserve to be helped" is...a lot to deal with when you're already disabled and chronically mentally ill.

But I have little room left for pride, and, well, *gestures at capitalism*.

If you follow me, you probably know my situation. But for those who don't, here's the cliff notes.

I'm disabled and unable to work and support myself beyond what I do for my patreon (which is never as on-schedule as I keep trying to make it) and when my roommate and I feel up to it, we do doordash a couple times a week to supplement. Those funds generally go towards meds and food when things get tight.

For the month of October, thanks to incredibly generous folks, I was able to just make the car insurance payment and parts of the smaller bills that had begun piling on top of each other.

But out of my regular $1200 worth of bills, I still have $935 left that I need to pay to just make it to being able to start trying to pay November's bills.

$400 of that $935 is just to make the car payment. Which is kinda important.

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My car is how @natalieironside makes it to her dirt wizard job each night, which is what pays for the roof over our collectively queer disabled heads, so keeping Johnny in our possession, instead of the bank's, is, admittedly, pretty high priority. And it's already getting near a month overdue.

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Better Uses for Company Time (2)

Yeah I FINALLY fucking wrote the next chapter, I'm deep in my chubby Aegon shit again. He's my stress eating terrible baby man. Again I have to tag @who-told-you-this-was-butter who's chubby Aegon art makes me bark at mailmen

No real warnings? Mentions of smoking and alcohol and generally being kind of horny, Aeg's got some shit going on with the mommy issues but that's not news

Aegon didn’t even know what charity the party was for. The snippets of conversation he’d heard gave him the vague impression of something like ‘children rescued from an underground fighting ring’, but that also didn’t sound like something that actually existed. He supposed it didn’t matter all that much. The charity was getting a huge ‘fuck off sized’ donation and T&V investments was getting a boon in public opinion, something they desperately needed. 

Those two facts were not nearly as (literally) pressing as a third fact was. The third fact: Aegon was absolutely fucking squeezed into his suit. 

He hadn’t worn the blasted thing since he’d gone to his nephew Jace’s graduation from prep school-the same prep school all the boys in their family went to, so Aegon really hadn’t understood why he needed to attend. He’d much rather have sent Jace some shitty drugstore card with a check in it and slept until the early afternoon. But he did have to go to the stupid thing, sweating and squinting in the early summer sun like a fucking idiot. 

In last summer's sun, more specifically. A lot of things had happened since then. 

1: Aegon had attempted to quit smoking (twice) and had picked it back up (twice). 

2: A new Braavosi restaurant that operated mostly in take-out had opened exactly one block from his apartment. 

3: His younger brother had begun a kickboxing class at his university’s gym.

Two of those things were directly related to the state of Aegon's suit; he tended to graze and snack when he wasn’t smoking, and nothing was better for nicotine cravings than a full stomach. In service of that goal, Braavosi food was surprisingly heavy for seafood-it worked even better than ice cream, leaving him calm and sleepy rather than sugared and jittery. 

The third thing that happened was still related to the bite and squeeze of his suit, but in a slightly more indirect way. 

Aemond’s kickboxing class shouldn’t have affected him at all, but it did, in a way. It affected Aegon because when Aemond talked about it, he got the most shit eating little smirk, and Aegon had to sit across from him at the weekly family dinners their father insisted upon and look at his stupid pointy face. Something in Aegon just filled up with spite at the sight of that smirk (or self loathing or jealousy or loneliness, or some disgusting cocktail of all of those feelings topped off with some delicious ‘I wish mother was that attentive to what I say’ sprinkles), and sometimes that spite drove him to take thirds of supper and seconds of dessert, just for the satisfaction of catching a split second of disgust on his brothers face. It was fine. That’s normal and fine and extremely regular, well adjusted behavior. 

So, yeah, a few things had happened in the past ten or so months, things which all contributed in some way to the current bite and pinch of Aegon’s suit trousers into his thick hips (Thankfully not into the sensitive flesh of his belly; he’d had to make the executive decision of buttoning the stupid pants underneath it. The surrender would’ve hurt his pride if it hadn’t been in tatters for years already.), the uncomfortable snugness of the jacket around his shoulders and upper arms, and the faint creaks of strain ominously issued by his shirt buttons. 

But he’d wiggled into the gods-be-damned thing and shown up, because his mother had bitched (not that convincing) and his grandfather had given him that sharp Hightower glare that made Aegon want to wet his pants and curl up underneath his bed like a 23-year-old toddler (very convincing). 

At the very least, the suit biting into parts of his body that should never be bitten-nonconsensually, at least-was by far the most intolerable part of the night. Haunting the edges of the rented ballroom and periodically flagging down the prettiest waitresses wasn’t the worst way to spend an evening. Seven hells, he’s had worse times at other T&V events (The yacht party of two years ago had been particularly disastrous-Aegon had slipped the bartender a ten moon note in return for never cutting him off, told Helaena that she looked like an egg in her all white blouse and skirt set, then violently upchucked over the side of the boat. Just another addition to ‘Aegon’s Greatest Hits; Familial Humiliation Edition’.) 

Maybe he was being a bit of a bitch about it all-sue him. 

Or maybe sue him because when he turned around from snagging a canapé (or two, or three, fuck off) from a waitress with tits like life preservers, he turned right into the path of the receptionist he’d thought about every time he’d stroked the ol’ dragon for at least three months. 

Oh. Oh fuck. 

In all honesty, being around her made Aegon feel a little bit like an HR disaster-in-waiting. He just couldn’t help himself from sidling up close (far too close for a professional environment, but it wasn’t like Aegon had a real position at T&V anyway) and saying the first thing that popped into his mind-which was usually some variation of a come-on paired with a backhanded compliment. 

He couldn’t help it. He liked the way she would look at him, then away, then back to him, how she’d shift and shrug him off but didn’t get genuinely upset, how sometimes-not often, but sometimes-he made her laugh, and Aegon couldn’t decide if that sound made his heart or his cock warm faster. 

“This is like, super lavish, huh?” 

She was looking at him, expecting a response-undoubtedly taking in his handful of appetizers and straining suit and alcohol-flushed cheeks. Aegon nodded, swallowing down both the mouthful of canapé and the sudden dryness in his mouth. Gods, did she just fucking materialize there?

“I mean, it’s for the kids in fighting cages, y’know? They…need money, I guess. To get out of the cages.” 

That was stupid. He was pleasantly tipsy, sure, but certainly not intoxicated enough to spout garbage like that. He wasn’t even sure that was what the event was for. 

He watched her expression settle into a look somewhere in the valley between confusion and amusement, then shoved the second canapé into his mouth.

Taglist ( I have a fic with a taglist?? wowee): @padfooteyes @fan-goddess

[ecfandom]

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One of you in particular, and I hope you know who you are, has absolutely floored me with your generosity. I don’t have a way of reaching out to you directly, but I hope you know how incredibly speechless and grateful I am. You have been on this ride with me since the beginning, and I’m so lucky to share community with you. I see you, and I thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

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Part 13: Here, Kitty Kitty

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x OC

Summary: Alice is sent to run an errand at a local animal shelter.

Word Count: 1,763

Notes: No warnings this time.

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“Alice, could you do me a favor?”

She looked up from her desk, pushing a few stray locks of hair out of her face. Peter was standing in the doorway, looking a little haggard. Natasha, his assistant, had been out for almost a week on vacation, and he had apparently been quite blindsided as to just how much he relied on her.

“Um. Yeah, sure. What is it?”

He took a step into the office, holding out a strip of paper to her. “I need you to take this down to the animal shelter.”

“Okayyy…” she turned the check over in her hands. “You can’t just transfer them the money?”

Peter shook his head. “Mr. Schultz, who runs the place, is old. He likes receiving the donations in person. Keeps him happy. Normally I have Natasha do it…”

“Of course. I’ll get it over to him today.”

“Thanks,” he wandered out of her office and back towards his own. Glancing at the check one last time, she stood from her chair, heading to Robert’s office.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he looked up from the memo he was reading over. “What’s up?”

“Peter wants me to run by the animal shelter to give a donation to Mr. Schultz. I’ll be back in time for lunch.”

“Okay. And make sure to give that check directly to Schultz. It’s the whole point of sending someone down there in person.”

She gave him a little mini salute before heading to the elevator. 

It wasn’t a long walk to the shelter, and the weather was decent. Upon opening the door, she was greeted with the sounds of barks and howls, the little bell on the front door jangling. Stepping up to the counter, she eyed the shelves lined with cat and dog food and treats.

“Hello? How can I help you?” a woman pushed open the door leading to what Alice assumed to be the back, coming to stand behind the desk.

“Hi. I’m with Fischer Morrow, I have a check for a donation for Mr. Schultz.”

“Oh, fantastic! You can just leave it with me.”

“I…my boss said I needed to give it to Mr. Schultz directly.”

“Oh,” the woman didn’t seem that surprised. “Of course. He’s in his office in the back,” she led the way back to the door, holding it open for Alice. “It’s the door furthest down the hall, on the right.”

“Thanks.”

“And mind your step. We let the well behaved cats run around loose in that part of the shelter during the day.”

“I will.”

Stepping through the door, she ventured out into a main play area for the animals. Cat trees stood tall, and toys were scattered all across the floor. She was greeted with a few meows from the cats lounging in the cat trees, but other than that they all seemed to ignore her.

Alice made it a little more than halfway across the room when a little black kitten leapt suddenly out of nowhere, pouncing excitedly at one of the laces on Alice’s shoes that had been loosened in her walk down to the shelter, leaving it long and dragging on the ground.

“Hi, there,” she said, stooping with a hand outstretched towards the kitten. She approached Alice with zero hesitation, sniffing at her palm and then rubbing her head insistently against it, demanding to be petted. “That’s a good kitty…” 

The kitten batted at a few stray locks of Alice’s hair swinging near her, meowing once at her in a tiny, high sound when she stopped petting her for a moment. Her big green eyes regarded Alice almost knowingly. 

“That’s Spooky.”

Jerking in surprise, she looked up to find an old man watching her with a small smile, reaching down to tenderly stroke the kitten’s head. She wasn’t small enough to be considered a newborn, but not yet big enough that it wasn’t obvious that she was still a baby.

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly, straightening. 

“No need. They could use the socialization,” he smiled warmly. 

“Are you Mr. Schultz?”

“I am.”

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the check, handing it to him. “From Fischer Morrow.”

“Ah, yes. Thank you, thank you,” he took the check, glancing it over before putting it in his pocket. “Normally Natasha brings these by.”

“She’s on vacation this week. I’m Alice,” she held out a hand that he shook. “Robert’s assistant.”

“Pleasure to meet you.”

From the ground, Spooky let out a demanding meow, butting her head against Alice’s ankle for attention.

“She likes you,” Mr. Schultz commented.

“She’s adorable,” Alice said, bending back down to stroke the kitten’s soft fur.

“Very friendly, too. And looking for a home…”

“Oh,” she blinked at the clear suggestion. “Oh, no. No, I couldn’t…” she glanced back at the tiny kitten, staring up at her with those big green eyes, rubbing her head against her ankle. She bit her lip. “Well…”

Mr. Schultz chuckled. Alice sighed.

“I really don’t think that I have the time to spend training a kitten…”

“She’s already house and litter box trained. And she is one of our most well behaved kittens. Very affectionate but very mellow.”

God damn, this guy was a good salesman. She scratched Spooky under the chin, frowning. “I would need to talk to my boyfriend about it…”

“Of course.”

Chewing on her bottom lip, she gave Spooky one last scratch behind the ears. She purred against her palm, nuzzling at her, and Alice just about melted into the floor at how damn cute it all was.

“Okay, I gotta go. Otherwise I’ll be stuck here petting her forever,” she said, forcing herself to pull away. Mr. Schultz walked her out of the shelter. 

“Don’t take too long to make up your mind, by the way,” he said, not unkindly, as he held the door open for her. “Kittens tend to get adopted fast.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Schultz.”

“Thank you for the check,” he said. Nodding, she began to walk back towards the Fischer Morrow building, hands stuffed into her pockets while she frowned. 

∗ ∗ ∗ 

“How was the shelter?” Robert asked, biting into his hot dog that they’d gotten from a food truck. Alice frowned, tilting her head as she popped a fry into her mouth.

“Oh, fine. Mr. Schultz was nice.”

“That’s good.”

She eyed him cautiously, trying to decide if now was a good time to broach the subject to him or not. “You know,” she cleared her throat. “There were some kittens at the shelter. They were really cute.”

Robert raised an eyebrow, slowly lowering his hot dog. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” she said, wetting her lips and sighing. “It’s probably a dumb idea…”

“Why do you say that?” he asked, head tilting curiously. 

“Well…I mean, we’re working all the time. And we travel a lot. So, it’s probably not feasible,” she swallowed down her disappointment. But Robert shrugged.

“Now that the latest merger is done, our hours will be back to being more normal. And with the private plane we could take the cat with us when we travel.”

She glanced at him appraisingly. “You really would be interested?”

“You know I like animals,” he said with a smile. Her lips pressed upwards. Robert would probably have had a whole damn zoo if his father had allowed him to have pets when they were kids.

“Okay.”

He leaned in to press a kiss into her hair. “We can head over to the shelter after work.”

Alice let out a giddy laugh, nodding and resting her head on his shoulder. 

∗ ∗ ∗ 

“Hi, Spooky,” Alice greeted as the kitten bounded up to her, getting down on her knees so that she could stroke the cat’s head. Robert sat down beside her, letting Spooky sniff his knuckles before she rubbed up against his leg, purring. 

“I’ll leave you two with her for awhile,” the worker who had let them into the cat room said. Alice mumbled a quiet thank you to her before her attention was abruptly stolen by Spooky again, meowing and purring as she jumped up into Alice’s lap.

“She’s cute,” Robert said, scratching her behind the ears. 

“Yeah, she is,” Alice booped her little nose with her finger, laughing as Spooky tried to swat at her hair again. Glancing back at Robert, her eyes widened to see that another kitten, probably the same age as Spooky, had trotted up to him, paws resting on his knee as he let her sniff at his knuckles. She was a calico cat, with white, orange, and black markings. Big green eyes a little more yellow in tone than Spooky’s. She flopped down, onto her side, and then rolled over, exposing her belly to him to be scratched. Robert chuckled, petting her as requested.

“How are things–oh!” the worker was back, paperwork in one hand, eyes widening as she watched Robert play with the calico. “Sorry,” she said, at their questioning glances. “I’ve just never seen Cider warm up to someone so quickly before. Normally she’s very standoffish.”

“Cider. Isn’t that a pretty name?” Robert cooed to the calico, scratching her under the chin while she purred.

“How do she and Spooky get along?” Alice asked, watching him with Cider sagely, reaching out a hand to let the calico sniff her. She headbutted her hand affectionately.

“Oh, they get along great! Always playing and cuddling together…” the worker handed her the paperwork to fill out for Spooky.

“Thanks,” she looked up at Robert still with Cider. “I think we’ll need a second set of these papers,” she said to the worker, who smiled and rushed back to get them. Robert raised an eyebrow at her and she gave him a look. As if he wasn’t half in love with the tiny kitten currently nosing at his palm. “What? It’ll be good for Spooky to have a friend for when we’re away at work.”

He snorted, but didn’t protest, simply scooping Cider up to sit in his lap. 

“You’re coming home with us,” Alice told Spooky, kissing her soft little head. Spooky meowed. “Yes, you are.”

By the time they returned home it was with a car packed with everything they could possibly need; from litter boxes to a huge cat tree, to an absurd amount of cat food, and more toys than were probably necessary.

And with two little kittens, who spent the next hour exploring their new home, and then another hour playing on the living room floor, before curling up in Alice and Robert’s laps, purring. 

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Two terrors

Commission for @saburo-kyoto, done as compensation for a donation to @driftingmoonmenace's ko-fi.

Pokemon centric, featuring my OC Ayala and a Darkrai dubbed "Nightmare", who has a severe phobia of water due to trauma.

Anyone looking to get a short but simple commission such as this, I encourage to donate to menace directly (their kitty is in a bad way). Simply contact me to confirm your donation and donation amount and I'll whip you up a little something like this.

Storm clouds. Black and dreary. They hover overhead, bringing with them the promise of a coming storm.

Soon, there would be lightning.

Soon, there would be thunder.

...

Soon, very very soon, there would be rain.

Dreaded, unpleasant rain. Cold and unfeeling.

Most of the others were being smart. One by one, they took notice of the coming storm and slowly began meandering their way towards shelter.

The biggest and the strongest took the initiative to coax those who were smaller and weaker inside alongside them. From the Phantom Stantler who carefully nudged his smaller herdmates along, to the rowdy ghosts who took on a less gentle approach. Any who was in a position of power and authority among the group went out of their way to assure that those around them knew that it was time to go inside of the day.

Everyone, except for him. The one who, arguably, held the greatest level of power and authority among all of the other Pokemon who reside here.

He hated the rain. He absolutely despised it.

He detested the sensation of being damp. Getting wet, soaking or otherwise, brought him nothing but anguish.

It brought him back to the time before this place. A time which he dreaded, and often refused to allow himself to think of. A time long past, when he was weak and helpless. When he had been little more than an exotic slave to be shown off, and abused whenever he refused to appeal to the unpleasant nature of his master.

He had been made into a Dark type that feared the Water, through cruel and unusual punishment. And though he had long since escaped that hell, he still found himself bound by the memories of his torment.

Honestly it was less that he hated the rain, and more that he... Well. He feared it.

The sensation of dampness on his skin made him sick to his stomach with worry. Getting water on his face sent him into a needless state of terror that he had come to be ashamed of.

The sound of it. The smell of it. The feel of it.

Every aspect of the rain made him uneasy. It forced him back into that mindset of the time long past, when he had been just another terrified animal locked in a cage.

What’s worse. The shame he felt over his own setbacks left him with an unwanted sense of bitterness.

When he gazed upon the other Pokemon, cautious but otherwise unbothered by the threat of the approaching storm, he found himself envious.

He envied the young, who had not yet learned the unpleasant consequences of a storm. The ones who saw the clouds rolling in only to find themselves excited by the idea of splashing around in muddy puddles, or catching raindrops on their tongues. The ones who had not yet learned the hard way that a storm could bring with it terrifying destruction, or uncomfortable sickness. The ones who despite being aware of the coming storm, were completely unprepared for what might happen if they decided to face it head on.

He envied the old, who had weathered so many storms that they had attained an almost arrogant confidence, despite the menacing nature of the clouds. The ones who had seen and endured what they believed to be the worst that nature had to throw their way. The ones who had learned enough that they needed to only take a quick glance at the sky to determine how hostile an encroaching storm might be, and could therefor prepare for it in turn.

He even envied those in their prime. The ones who, while inexperienced in their own right, had come to understand that these storms could be dangerous. The ones who had seen an incident or two in their lives so far, but still had a lot to learn about the potential horrors that nature could throw their way.

He envied them, because their fears, or lack thereof, were justifiable.

Those who feared the rain did not fear the water itself. They feared the potential destructive power of the storm; from the might of the wind to the overwhelming power of excessive rain, all the way on to the devastating potential of a lightning strike.

Those who had not yet learned to fear a storm were merely oblivious to the potential destruction. And so they embraced the approach of the storm itself, under the false impression that it is just another harmless weather event.

None of them had a fear of the water itself. Not like he did.

The water was the only part of the storm that he genuinely feared, unlike them.

He cared not for the wind, nor for how powerful that it might blow. The lightning might strike. The thunder might bellow and roar throughout the sky in hopes of intimidating him.

No.

The only part of the storm that put him ill at ease, was the rain itself. The cold, damp rain.

The rain that flooded.

The rain that drowned.

The rain that tormented and mocked him for his weakness...

He watched from the comfort of the indoors as the other Pokemon made their way into their various barns.

One by one, they all disappeared from his view. Until the farmland was empty and the only movement outside was from the wind rustling the surrounding greenery.

Yet even when he saw no signs of anyone else, he remained tense and uneasy. Because he was afraid. Not so much of the rain, at the moment. Nor was he even all that concerned about the other Pokemon who had tucked themselves away in their respective barns.

His concerns lied with the location of his trainer. He had seen no signs of her since the storm began to roll in. And so he worried that perhaps some sort of accident might have befallen here while he remained hidden away indoors, like the coward that he was...

As his anxieties grew, all that he could do was continue to wait and watch.

The storm clouds blew closer. The wind grew louder, and more demanding of respect. That first roar of thunder came across as little more than a tired grumble, but it still proved loud enough to make the foundation of the home tremble slightly in response.

He observed it all, but still, the woman showed no signs of returning.

Not when the first strike of lightning lit up the dark and gloomy sky, and not when those first few drops of water began to make their way down to the ground.

His anxieties grew further as he began to hear the quiet pitter-pat of raindrops splattering along his home. He heard every clatter of water against the windows and every plunk of the raindrops against the wooden exterior of the home.

First slow and drawn out like the static of a dead television. Then constant and unrelenting, like the continuous rumble of a waterfall.

What began as a light trickle quickly became a full on downpour. The sort that was so intense that the constant weight of the falling water proved to be enough to push down the once high reaching branches of the trees outside.

This was an intense storm.

Not a dangerous one. At least not on its own. But the heavy rain could lead to all manner of hazards. Like mudslides from the oversaturated ground peeling away and moving all at once. Or trees being uprooted from the softened earth and toppling over thanks to the force of the wind.

A lone Pokemon caught out in a storm such as this would have a rough time finding their way to safe and reliable shelter.

A human, which was far less capable in comparison, was much more likely to get hurt along the way...

Oh, how he worried. Not knowing where his trainer was during this intense storm only added to the anxiety of having to sit through it. Knowing that he might be the only one capable of finding her and getting her home safe further added to his overall agitation.

He wanted her home, where he could see her. He wanted the reassurance of knowing that she was safe and sound beside him.

An anxious groan rumbled in his chest as he began to pace around the interior of his home.

He checked each window for signs of her. If she was just nearby, but playing out in the rain like a fool, then he could endure that. At least then he would know where she was. But despite checking each window multiple times, he never once caught sight of her.

As a result, he only became more worried.

What if she was lost? What if she had gotten hurt?

What if she was trapped out there somewhere, desperate for help but unable to be heard due to the roaring of the rain?...

He didn’t know. And not knowing only made it worse. Because if he was good at anything, it was creating terrifying mental scenarios.

He was the Nightmare Pokemon, after all. He had been named after that particular trait for a reason.

It became a painful and uncomfortable dilemma for him. Sit inside and wait and allow his mind to think up countless ways to terrify him, or go outside into the rain to confront one of his greatest fears.

But which fear would prevail? His fear of the water, or his fear for her safety?

Was he really so much of a coward that he would rather risk her life than go out into the rain to assure that she was alright?

His anxious pacing inevitably transforms into panicked patrol has he struggles to fight with his fears.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

He never spots her in the window. He doesn’t know where she is.

The rain is so loud. The outside is so wet.

What if she needs him, and he isn’t there?

Is she hurt? Is she lost?

She needs him.

She needs him!

He needs her! He needs to know that she is safe!

He practically rips the front door off of its hinges as he prepares to throw himself outside in a blind panic. But to his immediate relief, he finds her right outside; soaking wet and startled by how abruptly he appeared in the doorway.

Her presence alone is like a sigh of relief.

She’s here.

She’s alright.

He reacts on impulse and reaches out to drag her into his arms.

The feel of the water made his skin crawl. But he could feel how cold her body was from being stuck outside in the wind and rain. She damn near felt like ice.

He couldn’t help but cling to her. He had gotten himself so worked up contemplating the various “what ifs” while trapped inside all on his own. It would take time for him to settle back down. Especially now that he had water all over him, which just further agitated him.

“Nightmare?...” Her voice quietly called to him. Though it was gentle and confused, it was laced with obvious concern.

In response, he merely wrapped his arms around her tighter. All the while he ignored how the water ripped out of her clothing and onto his body. Or at least he tried, for the sake of just focusing on how relieved he was now that she was back home.

Relief and discomfort mixed together in a sickening way as he held her. He did not want to let her go, but at the same time, the sensation of the water against his skin made it feel as though he were holding hot iron.

It was painful. Uncomfortable. Distressing.

But nowhere near as distressing as the idea of losing her. And so he refused to let go, even if it hurt to hold onto her.

He breaths a shaken sigh of relief as he feels her arms wrap around him in turn.

Yes. She is here. She is with him. She is safe.

“Its alright.” She murmured. “I’m here.”

[fourseasonsfigs]

Fierce Husbands

Yesterday's sad Rainy Night Wen was having a tough time of it. But today we're jumping ahead to Episode 16, where we have our two favorites reuniting (again).

I absolutely love this scene. It's incredible.

I remember watching this for the first time and being utterly blown away by how Lao Wen just swoops down and it's like the previous scenes never happened, he's so intent on ensuring A-Xu is alright. And the look on Zhou Zishu's face. That breath Zhang Zhehan takes in is just incredible. They're both so badass and the scene is just tender and gorgeously romantic at the same time.

So of course these two figs are a must have.

That being said, they were definitely not something I could have, at least when they were first produced. The fig maker restricted the sales of this set and two other sets in the same series with some pretty onerous restrictions. In order to purchase these, you had to show proof of endorsement purchases / charitable donations for both actors, provide screenshots of your social media accounts to prove you were a CP fan, and had to have bought at least 6 previous figures from their shop before. I could have done the first two, but the last I had not. At the time these were launched, I had not had the opportunity at that point to buy directly from their shop for more than just a few figs.

So, I resigned myself to tracking these down on the secondary resale market once they were produced and shipped. I figured they'd cost a pretty premium when marked up for their rarity and popularity, but I searched and searched (and searched some more), and luckily didn't end up paying all that much more over original price.

These two arrived in their protective polystyrene cases, but somewhere in the travels home to me, they met with misfortune.

Ahh! Horrible. The stuff of figthusiast nightmares. I yelped when his little head rolled right out of the box.

Luckily, the break was pretty clean. Sometimes, like in this case, the break is the least of all possible problems. What's much worse is chipped paint and / or collateral damage that is caused when the broken pieces bang and scrape against each other. Some super gentle buffing with a Magic Eraser can sometimes help with discolorations. Chipped paint, though, is a whole other story. Speaking of which...

Lao Wen did not escape unscathed either. His poor hairpin! If you read yesterday's post, you saw where the fig maker sent his hairpin separately. It's to prevent exactly this. Now I've had lots of figs with pre-attached hairpins make it to me OK, but certainly not all of them.

If you look closely, you can see where the paint has broken off. There's no mending this one perfectly with this much damage, unfortunately.

Here's Baiyi, and you can see his hand where he can hold the hilt. Thankfully, the sword fit perfectly into his hand. You can also see here that A-Xu's beautiful neck is as good as new, more or less.

You can see here how well A-Xu holds his sword - really nice modeling on the hand. It's snug enough of a fit it won't fall out, but not too tight that I worry about damaging his little fingers.

What a cute angle for these two! I love the flowy motion of their robes as they both head towards each other.

Ah the epic image. I know A-Xu looks a bit taller here, but his high ponytail and weimao are adding some extra volume to his head!

Sadly, this is a good angle to see the damage in the mended hairpin. After the success I had with painting over the damage to Lao Wen's xiao in yesterday's fig, I'm going to mix up some paint and try to do the same for this hairpin.

Oof, this is an even better angle to see the damage in the poor hairpin. I had a hard time getting it to even stick together, as you can see. In happier news, their robes look fantastic here, and Baiyi also looks great. It's well sized for the fig and adds interest while not distracting from the overall scene.

I really love the movement in their robes and their hair.

The modeling on these figs is very true to the show, I've been watching my little clip on a loop and I'm impressed with the fig maker's level of detail.

The little one-sided wrinkle by Lao Wen's left eye just delights me!

And we're back around. Look at how each of them has a foot stepping out front as they walk to each other. I just love them.

Despite the dynamic poses, these figs stand quite well. Normally robe layers like this help to balance the figs, but these figs are a little unusual in that so much of their robes are flowing off the ground.

This show made me fall in love with the weimao. It's such a great look.

I'll come back and post a pic of the painted hairpin when I attempt it. Hopefully this weekend!

These figs came in a plain white box, so no box art, but the box card art is lovely!

The other two sets are just getting stocked in at my warehouse, so it'll probably be a month before they arrive at home. They'll skip to the front of the posting line when they do, though!

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 389

Scene Count: 26

Rating: Fierce and loyal!

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