#I have a connection to that game in which I refuse to spend a single dime on it

[spotaus]

Besties. Every single day I think about a Honkai:Star Rail and utmv crossover. Do I do it? Absolutely not. Theoretically could it work? Yeag.

[lazy-sixteen]

Daniil why would you say that???

Watching Pathologic (classic HD) while on break from suffering in Pathologic 2, and it really struck me how different the first meeting with the Bachelor was in each game.

Pathologic 1, well, only a screenshot can do it justice,

(Yes . . . far be it from me to call myself a person of mystical inclinations. However, when I look at you, I get the feeling that nature is playing jokes on us. It is as if both the left and right hand have clutched the head to realize for the first time they are two parts of a single whole.

>Why?

>I get that feeling too. Does that mean that we are alike?)

That's like the first thing he says to the Haruspex, and while yeah everybody in Pathologic talks like that to a degree, even in game, in character that's a wild thing for Dankovsky specifically to say.

We just spent an entire playthrough as this guy mocking and/or having breakdowns over the existence of the supernatural - especially precognition. And in strolls this 6'2 resting murder-face dude with half-a-medical degree, widely thought to be a serial killer (kinda true), and Dankovsky's like,

"BTW, my heart is telling me we're kinda two halves of the same whole.😊❤️"

Absolutely hilarious. Even funnier is that the Haruspex, grumpy at baseline and currently having the worst day of his life (so far), can agree with him. Great first impression all around!

Then over in Pathologic 2, the Bachelor is high-key fumbling, like fumbling so hard you can get an achievement for it.

Carpetbagger - Remind a colleague of the Hippocratic Oath -- and fail

Not to meme on the guy (who is of course, multi-faceted and at his core deeply altruistic even if he often seems to have trouble expressing that on an individual basis), but initial Pathologic 2 Bachelorencounter is Daniel at his most prickly prick.

He gets Artemy's name wrong (possibly on purpose and definitely twice),

condescendingly demands the Haruspex be his errand boy,

basically calls himself the smartest person in a room of 2,

and can accidentally imply that he left a couple of orphan children to die because he doesn't treat mutts (he actually refused to treat the orphans' dogs).

Yikes - no wonder Artmey spends the first couple of Days taking cheap shots at the guy.

I mean in both Haruspex routes eventually he ends up very friendly with the Bachelor, which makes senses on a thematic level given the some of the Haruspex's major themes/ideals are connection and community. You could say their first meeting was changed to be funnier ("Vorakh") or more in character for the expected tension between two people under a lot of stress who can both be difficult to get along with at baseline

However, what about if we look at it from a meta-narrative level?

While you can play Pathologic 1 as either the Bachelor or the Haruspex on your initial run, it's pretty common knowledge who you are supposed to play first.

"Daniil Danokovsky's Fun Steppe Vacation was just the tutorial for Artemy Burakh's Tormentous Nightmare" - HBomberguy in Pathologic is Genius and Here's Why

This means that the player in Pathologic 1 has already been introduced to Daniil - even if Artmey hasn't - and the game reflects that! You the player know the Bachelor, you've been him, and you probably got really attached after keeping him alive for 12 horrible, horrible days.

Even though you know he can be a bit sanctimonious and dismissive, the player knows he's rational and compassionate and thus already used the evidence at hand to figure out Artemy hasn't killed anybody!

Of course one of the first things you (the player) would want to do as the new protagonist is check on your former avatar, and the game rewards you for it! Talking with the Bachelor on Day 1 as Artemy can raise your reputation - which is super critical. It might be the increase that keeps you from getting hunted in the streets or starving as shops refuse to sell food. What a great first (Second?) impression!!

Daniil's unprompted "hey are we soulmates or is it just me?" line is funny, but meta-narratively it is also true. They are the player's first two avatars, taking turns being puppeted by the same you as protagonists through the same overall story to two opposing conclusions. They are (your) right and left hand. You've played Dankovsky, (you) know this and having previously been the protagonist this new Dankovsky seems to subliminally know this too.

Meanwhile over in Pathologic 2, the only route is the Haruspex - disregarding the Marble Nest (worst day of Dankovsky's life [so far, ad infintuum]) which has enough time fuckery going on that I shall disregard it for this analysis - you can only be Artemy Burakh.

Either under the assumption that the player of Pathologic 2 hasn't played Pathologic 1 or that they've played all of Pathologic 1 including Changeling' Route's extended murder hide and seek between Dankovsky and Burakh, We (the player and Artemy) don't know Daniil when we meet him in Pathologic 2 as anything but the broken man we saw in the depressing into.

Is he our friend this time? Is he our enemy? Whatever he is, he's certainly a sanctimonious prick.

(Today's tragedy won't be the last. I was blessed with a naturally high intelligence, and my observations indicate that a very deadly visitor has come to this god-forsaken town. That's all I can say for now.

>...I don't like you, Bachelor Whatever.)

In Pathologic 2, both the player and Artmey meet Daniil Dankovsky at at his worst, and slowly work-up from there because both of us are meeting, getting to know, and building a relationship with him for the first time.

This is actually parallel to how you first meet the Haruspex in Pathologic 1 as the Bachelor!

If you are playing in the intended order, both the player and Daniil don't know anything about Artmey besides the serial killer rumors, and likewise you meet him at his worst - (in prison and later he murders a young woman to get Daniil the infected heart he needs to try and develop a vaccine). Much like we see the worst of Daniil's classism, arrogance, and inability to connect beyond quid pro quo (hehe, latin) in our Patho2 intro; in Patho1 we initially only see Artemy's standoffishness, brutality, and stubbornness.

Interestingly, following Daniil's themes/ideals of transcendence and rationality we (the player and Daniil) don't actually end up connecting much with Artmey on the Bachelor's route. The player is influenced by the puppet, and why would Dr. Daniil Dankovsky - whose route is plagued by betrayal, manipulation, and the difficulty of connecting to even people who do selflessly care for him (like Eva) - make friends with a violent, possibly dangerous guy who practices a sort of medicine Dankovsky doesn't believe in?

(I couldn't find a good screenshot for this, but mentally insert a picture of Artemy doing a roadside dissection)

Basically if Daniil is the player's protagonist he won't reach out, because in-character why would he?

If Artemy is the player's protagonist, Daniil will try to be friends in Patho1 (because of the player's previous actions affecting both avatars) or in Patho2 Artmey will eventually connect with him because that's in-character for him.

Overall, I suppose this means that Danii's instant and uncharacteristic buddy-buddy attitude with Artemy on the Haruspex route Patho1 is completely justified from a meta-textually narrative, as is his horrific fumbling in Patho2.

And it is also very, very funny.

[browneyesandhair]

Non-Exhaustive List of Soulmate Fics: Klaroline Pt 2

Okay, I'm bored so I'm compiling my favorite soulmate fics. Here's the Klaroline edition:

All I Need by emeraldvixen

Summary:

In which I vaguely follow TVD canon and write the soulmate/werewolf mating AU which absolutely no one asked for. OR The one in which Klaus finds his soulmate, gets bitten, hides his mating mark from her and waits for the day she'll let him give her one back. Fluffy, mildly angsty slow burn with possible super hot hybrid smut in later chapters. *Nominated for a KC Award in the Best Smut Multi-Chapter category*

With Roses in my Hands by emeraldvixen

Summary:

Soulmate AU inspired by a Tumblr post, in which anything you paint on your skin appears on your soulmates skin too. I believe the original poster is let-gavin-free. Winner of the 2020 KC Award in the Best AU supernatural one-shot category.

Entanglement by sunshineandfangs (Avana)

Summary:

Soulmates were a complicated phenomenon that no one quite understood, as neither science nor magic nor ambitious combinations of the two could definitively explain how the connection worked. But for the most part, people were happy to have soulmates: platonic, romantic, multiple, or otherwise. Then there were the exceptions... Unfortunately, Caroline Forbes had one Niklaus Mikaelson as her soulmate, and no amount of advanced warning could really prepare her. Unfortunately for Niklaus Mikaelson, no one saw fit to warn him of the force of nature that was his soulmate.

Jar of Hearts by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

In a society where vampire allegiance is worn openly on their skin, Caroline Forbes is anomaly. She woke from transition marked by a single triangle. For six decades, she's hidden the truth of her allegiance, refusing to abandon what family she has left. Klaus Mikaelson's sudden appearance in Chicago bodes well for no one. For Klaus has spent five hundred years burying the truth of his curse, given as bloody vengeance for the death of Katerina. Klaus has a soulmate.

A Thousand Years and then Some by slstmaraudersjple

Summary:

"C'mon love, what's a little murder between soulmates?" Klaus discovers his soulmate as he kills her. Unbeknownst to him, she dies with vampire blood in her system and returns as a vampire. Unfortunately for him, she leaves Mystic Falls and spends the next couple centuries running from him. Never let it be said that they weren't stubborn. One-shot. Or, in which the Caroline and Klaus discover that they are soulmates when Klaus kills her, and a displeased newly born baby vampire spends the next couple centuries running from him and his family while living in denial. But the Mikaelsons play the long game, and they play for keeps… and that includes Caroline. Klaroline featuring the Mikaelson siblings (no Freya).

No Rest for the Wicked by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

When Bonnie goes missing, Caroline returns to New York City in the hope that she can find her before their past catches up. But New York's supernatural underbelly is ruled by the unforgiving Mikaelson Syndicate. With nightmares awaiting around every corner, complications arise when a simple one night stand changes everything.

Burn For Me by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

Ambassador Caroline Forbes is returning home to take up the mantle as Princess and to marry her betrothed, Tyler Lockwood. But a rest stop quickly becomes a problem, as she finds herself dealing with not only dragon claiming magic, but the dragon.

Standing Outside of Heaven by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

When Caroline Forbes is sixteen, she's cursed by a demon. Forced to flee from her coven, she learns that not all curses are what they appear, and that demons can take many forms. Including the shape of her soul mate.

[boneeeeeesssssss]

random obey me headcanons I have that I feel the world has to hear

I disregard canon and haven’t touched either game in months so ignore anything blatantly wrong

All the brothers are connected to major historical events. The stock crash of 1929? Mammon made a mistake. The French Revolution? Satan was instigating.

Mammon is into crypto and even if you tell him most of it is a scam he won’t believe you and will quickly lose a whole lot of money.

Belphie is capable of hibernating and has done so before in the past

Levi has watched a lot of human anime to the point he knows the most about humans out of all the brothers. But it will only be really random facts like average body temperature.

Asmo styles his hair so often it actually has some damage which puts him into a vicious cycle.

All of the brothers had a phase where they were just roaming around as Eldritch Horrors after the fall. Satan’s lasted the longest.

Demons have more and much bigger teeth than humans and they come in different varieties. Levi would have multiple rows of sharp teeth like a shark.

Lucifer sleeps at his desk so often he has a lot of back pain that he refuses to bring up to anyone because it would hurt his pride.

Simeon once played FNAF but he cannot tell you who is Freddy.

Angels aren’t capable of getting sick and demons rarely do.

Mammon keeps a random cave full of treasure that he started during his eldritch horror phase. He only goes to it occasionally when his greed gets a little out of control.

All the brothers have a spot that they can go to when their sin gets hard to deal with.

Beel once ran through two walls without realizing until he looked behind himself.

Demons have such a good sense of smell that they actually can indeed smell fear.

Demons can see in the dark.

Hissing or growling is very common for demons but some refrain from doing so to feel civilized - mostly pride demons.

Angels have this glow to them that actually can work as a dim light in the dark.

RAD is the only actual school in the Devildom and Diavolo plans on one day making more.

On the outside of the Devildom there are demons that live more animalistically and just flat out reject society.

All demons are animalistic by nature.

Some lesser demons have a harder time holding their humanoid forms so you may see demons walking around looking like a alter from the Mandela Catalogue.

Angels can look just as scary as demons.

Satan likes reality TV but he watches it in secret out of embarrassment.

Lucifer like metal music and occasionally will swap out his classical music for it.

Levi happens to own every single video game console ever created and just keeps them in a bin in the corner of his room.

Mammon has tried to steal the consoles and if he ever does succeed he gets forced to go and find them again for Levi.

Asmo knows everything about the Dramageddon

Beel loves to watch sports.

Belphie spends a lot of time plotting against Lucifer with Satan when he isn’t asleep.

[thegleamingmoon]

Beautiful Reality

A certain kind of comfort seemed to fill the soul of Arulmozhi as memories flooded his mind. He felt ecstatic to be back in the lush gardens of Thirunallam.

It was that naturally magical place that will always remain close to his heart.

As did his beloved queen. Vaanathi.

Which reminded him that he sought for her beloved at this moment while she seemed to play a game of hide and seek with him for the past few days or so he thought.

And here he had come searching for her,after being told by his elder sister about her whereabouts,only after much teasing.

“Oh Vennila” Arulmozhi whispered inaudibly, beholding his radiant moon who danced and twirled as the birds sang and chirped and the animals admired her.

She calmed his heart with her cool,silvery rays at the warm hours of the afternoon even as she made it skip a beat.

“Azhage!”

Arulmozhi ,making her aware of his presence as she stopped in her tracks, his loving voice making her nervous and shy all over again.

“Ilavarasae,what brings you here?”

“You don't understand, Vaanathi. Now,do you? ” Arulmozhi muttered, his strong voice more heavy with desperation and dripping with a passion that confused her.

“Pardon. What happened to you,thevare?” Vaanathi asked as she took a step back, unable to handle the scorching gaze of the prince standing very close to her.

“Don't you think we've been betrothed to each other for too long,dear?”

“That is true,thevare! But, aren't we getting married after 2 weeks?”

“Oh my beloved Vaanathi! This wait seems to be killing me.” He walked forward, closer to her as she kept stepping backwards only to realize that she was now standing at the edge of the pond and was about to lose her balance if Arulmozhi had not caught hold of her in time.

Gently carrying her to a tree,he made her rest in the shadows,adoring the love and the innocently mischievous enigma her ocean-like eyes possessed.

“Swami,someone will come–!”

“Shhh” He signaled her to calm down as he began to pour his feelings into words.

“To hear your sweet voice,to see your beautiful face every single day. To talk to you endlessly. Oh beloved,to adore you,to worship you is all this heart yearns for”

“Kannalane,to spend a lifetime with you is a dream come true.” Vaanathi declared with love and hope brimming in her soul.

Admiring the devotion in her eyes which was also mirrored in his he moved closer,cupping her face. His eyes asked her for a certain permission to move forward.

As Vaanathi blinked her eyes in approval he took her lips in a searing kiss expressing their passion through it.

They broke the kiss after what seemed like an eternity of sheer bliss,as a shy Vaanathi refused to look at the prince. Smiling and blushing all the way.

The loving and now emboldened prince made her look at him by placing a finger on her chin. Caressing her crimsoned cheeks he connected their foreheads together.

“Not a dream anymore. Yes?” The gleeful prince asked.

“It is. A beautiful reality,Mannava” The princess replied blithely.

A beautiful reality it was indeed.

****

*blush* Something up after a loooong time..! I don't know if the hype for these kinda fics still exist at this point but anyways,it feels good to be back in action. This is something which emerged after a convo with @harinishivaa a long time back.

Also,a SenKuzhali os is coming up soon. I have been working on it for quiet some time now so I hope it doesn't disappoint. Before that,I will catch up with all the unread write-ups in my notifs very soon.

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[comshipbracket]

Antis DNI

Remember, you are voting for the ship you prefer, not the ship you find more problematic

Propaganda for both ships under the cut.

Velphi Propaganda (Pseudo-Incest - Laphicet is the reincarnation of Velvet's unborn nephew, Age Gap - Laphicet is 10 while Velvet is 19, MinorxAdult, Possible Abusive Dynamic - Velvet initially not quite treating him as a person, and then proceeding to treat him as a replacement for her dead brother. She also pulls Laphicet's hair when angry and doesn't apologise for it)

"Their character arcs are inseparably intertwined. The two of them push each other to be People (Laphicet gaining individuality after spending most of his life a partially brainwashed Literal Slave, and Velvet remembering that Positive Emotions Exist after being traumatized and then immediately spending 3 years in solitary confinement).. At first their dynamic is genuinely terrible (at least for Laphicet); Velvet starts out barely seeing him as a person, and when she does start to see him as a person, the person she's seeing is her dead brother. But as the two of them grow, Laphicet gets more assertive and Velvet starts to see him as himself."

"Anyways, have a transcription of one of their best scenes: `No, I don't 'understand'! You snap at people! You're scary! You--You tried to eat me! But… you're also kind… and you're filled with life! I don't understand a single thing about you! But you gave me a name, when I was a number! You gave me that compass! You taught me what it meant to be alive! That's why I care about you, Velvet! I'll protect you for my own sake! I don't care if you're malevolent! Or if it was pointless! If the world says it's a mistake to love you, I'll fight the whole world! I don't care HOW much pain you feel! It doesn't matter! A world without you, Velvet… is the one thing I couldn't bear!`"

"Additionally! The big scene the night before you head into the final dungeon is Laphicet combing Velvet's hair while they talk about the future, and for a bit they pretend everything's going to work out fine and plan out a life together. (video!!! https://youtu.be/golhLiuq78g?feature=shared&t=3273 )"

"Their last scene together is Laphicet telling Velvet he loves her, and Velvet agreeing and making him promise her that he'll live out the rest of his life to the fullest."

"LESS SERIOUSLY

Velvet uses a really gentle tone of voice when she talks to Laphicet that she never uses for anyone else.

Laphicet gets teased by another party member about being motivated by caring about Velvet and he just blushes and agrees

The hot springs sidequest ends up being a bodyswap plot, and the two of them ended up briefly swapping bodies (while naked). Afterwards, Velvet teasingly asks him if he peeked.and he truthfully says he covered his eyes the whole time, to which velvet just goes :I didn't :)" -- Velvet also invited Laphicet to bathe with her at a different point in the game, but he was too flustered and refused

In Rays (a crossover game), the two of them try to live together in peace before the plot ruins it" -- After the end of the initial story of Rays they do manage to live together peacefully, and the game won't stop reminding us of it in event stories"

MakoYuma Propaganda (Selfcest, Cannibalisation, Questionable Dynamic)

"Makoto and Yuma are the same coin, just different sides. Different paths. Makoto continued isolating himself, Yuma opened up and let himself risk being hurt in order to make connections with people. Makoto turned his back on the truth, Yuma fought to expose it. Also, Makoto is simply Yuma's flesh-eating homunculus clone. So they're literally the same person, genetically."

[fiixer]

“Jordi?” A gruff hum leaves Aiden’s lips before he squints at his companion, “What did you say? I can’t hear you down there.” And then his lips twitch, a smile threatening to appear, if he wasn’t trying so hard to put on his normal air of nonchalance.

unprompted // @vryolakas

Really? Aiden really wants to start down this road, huh?

Okay, sure, that's a choice.

One upon a time, this would count for taboo between them.  Invisible lines in the sand marked boundaries neither dared or cared to cross, too wrapped up in their own worlds to make the connection, to see what may have built years prior, had their focus been allowed to branch. Anything akin to friendliness between them was all business, nothing more.  At the time, that was okay.  He'd preferred it that way, as it avoided the inevitable mess if and when things went south between them.  Over time, though, everything began to change.  No longer was it off limits in their world to spend their free moments sharing each other's company solely for the sake of doing so, thus here they stand on the balcony of Jordi's posh apartment and talk like friends.  Still it remains a strange thought.  It's one of many new pleasantries with which he's struggling to acclimate, but he's trying, if only for the fact that Aiden, too, seems to be in the same boat.  And apparently, sharing that boat meant jibes about the height difference between them.   One. Single. Goddamn. Inch.  

Any variation of fuck you would theoretically suffice, but were it not for one little detail.  Jordi caught it, that telling twitch at the corner of Aiden's lips, a sight as rare as chicken teeth that borders on disarming.  For anyone else, perhaps it – well, to be frank, anyone else may have missed it completely, but he can't. He knows Aiden far too well to miss something like that, because it is so unusual a sight.  Because of all those years when that  never happened, and now that it's allowed, it's a breath of fresh air he can't refuse.

And, most importantly, because of the soft blow to his pride. The ass. Whatever, that's fine, two can play that game.

"Oh, Aiden, Aiden, Aiden - I know you're proud of that inch, and you really … don't have much else going on for you, so y'know what? I won't take it away from you, but, uh -"  A breath of a pause, the corner of his lips traitorously tempted to mimic the little flash he caught on Aiden not a second prior. A hand claps to Aiden's shoulder, a poor mockery of a gesture meant as comforting.  "I think I'm seeing the real problem here.  You keep denying it and putting it off, but I think it's time."

"What d'ya say, we take you for those hearing aides today?"

[cassiemurray]

relationships | wanted connections | wanted & ongoing plots | aesthetic | home

Hey, look! It’s [ CASSIE MURRAY ] at [ JACKSON CONSTRUCTION ]. Did you know they work there as [ RECEPTIONIST & ADMIN ]? I guess they’re from [ NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE ] and have been in town for [ ONE WEEK ], living in [ CRESTHILL MEADOWS ]. I also heard they’re a little [ PEOPLE-PLEASING & DISTRACTED ] but also very [ ADVENTUROUS & DREAMY ], which makes sense. [ ELLA PURNELL | 28 | CIS FEMALE | SHE/HER ]

BASICS.

full name: Cassandra Marie Murray nickname(s)/goes by: Cassie, Casspronouns & gender: she/her & cis female sexuality: pansexualage: 28 years old birth date: 9th march 1996 birthplace: nashville, tennesse arrival in Kismet Harbor: early June 2024 housing: a shared apartment in Cresthill Meadows with Calliope Wallace & Riley Day occupation: admin assistant and secretaryworkplace: Jackson Construction family: Father, Mother, Mason Murray (older brother), Nolan Murray (younger brother) relationship status: Very Recently Single

PHYSICAL.

eye colour: hazel, pale brown-green with a golden brown ring hair: dark brunette, long with thick layers, curtain bangs height: 165cm | 5'5 body type: petite, slim, semi-athletic piercings: two lobe piercings & tragus piercing on both ears, spectum piercing

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: negative traits:

astrology: Pisces Sun, ... Moon, ... Rising

hobbies & interests: social groups: adhd support, aqua avengers, budding minds, dungeons & dragons, elevated escapes, game on, joyous journeys, knit happens, lgbtqia+, read between the wines, ready set clean, shop class

AESTHETICS.

character inspirations: TBA

pinterest board

BIOGRAPHY.

cassie was born and raised in nashville, tennesse, as the second oldest of the murray siblings and the eldest daughter. her parents were both lawyers, and wanting to make them proud, she said she wanted to be a lawyer too, in the way that kids do. 

academically and socially, she initially appeared bright, but the older she got, the more difficult things became. she couldn’t put her finger on why, she just assumed it was difficult for everyone and they were just dealing with it in a better way. she worked hard, and she did well… just never quite as well as she or her parents wanted to. 

her relationship with her parents was one of a child who wanted to make them happy, but she felt like she was always just out of reach of their expectations. they provided her with a very privileged and beautiful life, but she just wanted them to be proud of her, without expectation. 

this all changed when her dad got sick. her older brother by 11 years, mason, was away at college, and cassie was only 10 years old. her mom, refusing to face the reality of her dad being sick, threw herself into work and became distant from her partner and children. in direct parallel, she became a lot closer to her dad - after school, she would spend time with him, despite his protests for her to spend time with her friends. she would sit with him and do her homework, or watch tv, or listen to his vinyls together. they bonded over classic movies and his ‘old’ music, and cassie joked about becoming a rockstar. as a continuation of their little joke, cassie received an electric guitar for her birthday, and she loved it. she committed to her lessons in a way she hadn’t done with anything else, and her dad was happy to listen to her play. - after his death, cassie would continue to practice in the room where he’d spent the last few months of his life, even after her mom had it cleared out of his things. her relationship with her mom became even more distant and stressful for cassie. her mom would keep her at arm's length and spend so much time at work, then randomly fuss over her, about her grades, her interests, how she spent her time. even when cassie tried and studied as hard as she could, it never felt like it was enough. 

through middle school and high school, even though they had nannies, a cook and a gardener, cassie did what she could to help around the house and go to as many events for her siblings in place of their mom. she learned about their hobbies and interests to make their gifts and celebrations personal, helped them with their homework, and generally did as much as her time would allow to try to fill that gap. 

cassie never did as well as her older brother, mason, but she did go to college. she studied business, which she hated, and she spent a lot of time with the college bands, with her band, and with the technicians who helped out with the theatre shows and the gigs. eventually, she asked to shadow them and learn the skills. She knew her mom would hate this, so she never told her, or her siblings or family, in fear it would get back to her and she would never hear the end of it. 

in college, she met ‘the love of her life’, at nashville’s battle of the bands that year. they connected over the same music, their love of live gigs and their involvement in the music gig industry. cassie loved him wildly and deeply, and in the beginning, their relationship was a passionate love affair, so unlike the relationship she’d seen between her parents. she thought she’d found the one, found the thing that was so different and would bring her nothing but happiness. 

towards the end of college, she finally admitted what she’d been terrified to say. she wasn’t going to law school, she wasn’t following her brother’s or parent’s footsteps. her mom was appalled and shocked and her reaction caused cassie to finally snap and fight back. they had a huge, fiery argument, and cassie fighting back was something so rare, that her mom took notice and let go of her going to law school. occasionally, she would bring it up again, but cassie would brush it off

over years, cassie would never settle on a career, much to her mother’s disappointment. cassie mostly worked in retail, as a barista, and in low-level admin jobs, but she always dabbled in bands and as a light and sound technician for theatre shows and gigs, as a volunteer or measly pay. she didn’t care, because it made her happy. after college, she moved in with her boyfriend and they were a happy couple. their friends and family’s believed they would get married eventually, but after seven years, there was still no ring. cassie could always brush it off… until she didn’t. 

out of nowhere, cassie broke up with her boyfriend, the love of her life, and removed herself from their lease. everyone in her life was shocked, and many tried to talk her out of it, but she wouldn’t even talk about why she’d pulled the plug. Instead, she either sold or packed up her belongings in a small uhaul, and moved across the country to join her brothers in kismet harbor, oregon.

[productsreviewings]

I loved the corporate of the OnePlus Pad for 2 weeks, and we bonded, which is uncommon for me with a pill of any variety that’s not a 7-inch e-reader. I have a tendency to search out tablets ineffective; even iPads are simply wasted cellular shows. I additionally assume any pill over 8 inches is extreme and ergonomically corrupt as a result of it's uncomfortable to carry for lengthy intervals. Most 10 and 11-inch tablets are simply awkward, and this comes from somebody who can palm a basketball. OnePlus altered my opinion on tablets with its Pad, beginning with its show design. The 7:5 side ratio feels extra like a e-book in hand, making it snug to carry and enjoyable to make use of. Listed below are the three issues the OnePlus Pad does higher than an iPad. A pill I really wish to maintainAs I discussed above, the OnePlus Pad’s 10.1 x 7.45 x 0.25 inches are supposed to be held in a single or two palms. The show's 7:5 side ratio takes a bigger pill and provides it a form that's way more ergonomic, permitting for a snug match and a extra pure, book-like expertise. Though the iPad Air isn’t too far off, measuring in at 9.74 x 7.02 x 0.24 inches, which I like, the OnePlus Pad simply felt extra pure in my hand. I additionally imagine that the OnePlus offers you extra show with out being too large. The worth is the worth, no want for storage upgradesFor $479, you get 128GB of storage and 8GB of RAM. In the event you purchase the iPad Air, you get 64GB of storage that you'll eat up very quickly as you're taking photographs and obtain books, films, video games, music, apps, and household movies. Then you'll have to up your iCloud storage, which will get costly. I'm paying $9.99 month-to-month for 2TB of iCloud storage to cowl my Apple gadgets. With the OnePlus Pad, 128 GB received’t final lengthy both, and sure, you get a Google Drive backup of 15GB or regardless of the free quantity of storage is. Nonetheless, that 128GB offers you extra time to determine the place to dump your media. Positive, Apple provides a 256GB Air, but it surely prices $749, I refuse to spend that a lot on a pill. Oxygen OSSure, Oxygen OS is only a pores and skin over base Android, but it surely's one of many higher skins, and it's optimized to run easily. Mixed with the MediaTek Dimensity 9000 chipset, Oxygen OS runs rapidly and easily. The working system makes use of quick pair know-how to hook up with your smartphone, earbuds, and different peripherals inside moments. When linked to the magnetically connected keyboard, it's the finest Chromebook expertise I've needed to date. I ran Google Workspace and the remainder of my day by day workload, modifying photographs in Pixlr or Photopea with out restriction. Then I ended my day by studying a e-book on the Kindle app. The OnePlus Pad let me transition rapidly from work to rest with no hitch. I discovered Oxygen OS to be much more user-friendly than iPad OS, which can stun some readers, but it surely's simply such a clear model of Android, and that might be why. Last IdeasThe one challenge that I can level out as to why the iPad will stay dominant is Android's lack of tablet-focused apps. The iPad has its personal very targeted OS and, extra importantly, hyper-focused infinite apps particularly designed for the iPad. Nonetheless, for $479, you get a implausible show, a greater kind issue, a great pair of cameras, and a strong chipset that, though it may well’t match the iPad Air’s M1, can maintain its personal towards the rest within the Android pill area whereas saving you a lot cash. At present's finest OnePlus Pad offers (opens in new tab) (opens in new tab) (opens in new tab) (opens in new tab) #OnePlus #Pad #iPad The author reviewed the OnePlus Pad and located it to be a pill that they really wish to maintain as a result of its ergonomic form, 128GB storage, and Oxygen OS which runs rapidly and easily. Nonetheless, the iPad nonetheless stays dominant as a result of its OS and hyper-focused apps particularly designed for it.

1. What are some benefits of the OnePlus Pad over an iPad? - The OnePlus Pad has a extra ergonomic form and show design, giving it a extra snug, book-like expertise when held. - It comes with 128GB of storage and 8GB of RAM for a worth of $479, which is greater than what is obtainable by the iPad Air at an identical worth level. - It runs Oxygen OS, which is optimized to run easily and is user-friendly. 2. Why does the creator assume the iPad will stay dominant regardless of the OnePlus Pad's benefits? The creator notes that the iPad has its personal very targeted OS and has many hyper-focused, tablet-specific apps designed for it, which the Android system lacks. 3. What's the measurement and side ratio of the OnePlus Pad? The OnePlus Pad measures 10.1 x 7.45 x 0.25 inches and has a 7:5 side ratio, which supplies it a extra ergonomic form.

[thezanyarthropleura]

March 21 (1 of 2: 1969)

(This post covers Gamera: vs. Guiron, look out for a separate Gamera vs. Jiger post later today)

Happy 54 years to Gamera vs. Guiron, the fifth film in the Showa era, and happy 53 years to Gamera vs. Jiger, the sixth film in the Showa era. Two back-to-back films with quadrupedal enemy monsters, even if Guiron apparently only is because the suit was too impractical for him to be bipedal. Also, two films that play reference to major cross-culture world events happening around the time of release.

Gamera vs. Guiron is the tragic tale of two single mothers, Kuniko and Elza, who are clearly in love with each other, but who’ve been so broken by repression and stolen dreams that they seal themselves in worlds where anything strange and exciting, even with proof, is simply fantasy, and life goals outside the strictly practical are to be brushed aside as demons of false hope. Despite an alien invasion taking place the previous year (confirmed as canon by its presence in flashbacks from Akio’s memories), both women refuse to believe Kuniko’s daughter Tomoko when she insists Akio and Tom were abducted by an alien spaceship, dismissing all previous alien sightings as made-up stories. Elza insists it’s unhealthy to allow children to believe such things, and Kuniko pushes her children away from their love of space and toward their studies – especially Tomoko, who she perhaps has some desperate hope will be given better options in life than she herself was.

Also, Guiron is a giant knife monster, Space Gyaos gets chopped up like a thanksgiving turkey, and Gamera competes in the Olympics. Perhaps I haven’t made it sound like it so far, but make no mistake, this is a FUN Gamera movie, perhaps the most fun out of all of them! It’s also the film where I put on my continuity goggles (overtop of my shipping goggles) and start yelling “I’ve connected the two points!” into the void, so get ready folks, this one’s a doozy!

This film might as well be called Gamera’s space adventure, because that’s exactly what it is, a film where Gamera gets to go into space and fight monsters on an alien planet. The monster action is well-known for being extensive, brutal, and filled with fun and wacky moments. If you’ve ever seen that widely-circulated clip of Gamera swinging again and again around a yellow pole, only to succumb to gravity and reverse directions for another few goes around, that’s from this movie, and no, it doesn’t really make any more sense in context, other than apparently having been inspired by the then-recent 1968 Olympic Games in Mexico.

All this monster wackiness is observed by the aforementioned two children, Akio and Tom, who are lured to space by their innate, hopeful desire to visit an advanced civilization that’s solved all the tragic problems of Earth (joke all you want about Akio’s insistence that ‘war’ and ‘traffic accidents’ are the two equivalent pillars of evil, you won’t after Gamera the Brave). This film begins the tradition of including a third child protagonist, specifically one boy’s sister, who is present in the film but doesn’t get to go on the main adventure, instead being relegated to subplots. This would continue into the next movie, Gamera vs. Jiger, but be resolved by the final mainline Showa film Gamera vs. Zigra, in which one of the main two is a little girl who has her own sidelined sister character. In this case, the third wheel is Akio’s sister Tomoko, who spends the film sneaking around desperately trying to pry Kuniko and Elza out of their small, closed-off, oppressed worlds to realize their children are in real trouble.

Now, this isn’t really a movie one is supposed to think too much about, but since I’m the type of kaiju fan who’s at her happiest when metaphorically disassembling 18th-century warships and soldering together their primary armaments into complex and beautiful public art installations… let’s do some canon-welding!

Our primary antagonists here are Barbella and Florbella, apparently the two sole humanoid inhabitants of planet Tera. Nearly all the exposition they give about their species and planet is in the presence of Akio and Tom, who they’re intending to deceive, such that it can be taken as a stretch of the truth if there’s any truth to it at all. Their real objective is to harvest the children’s brains and use the information contained within to adapt themselves, a process they compare to microorganisms acclimating to a new environment. They seem intent on using this adaptation process for some sort of invasion or at least infiltration of planet Earth.

Characteristics we see outside of the children’s presence, and thus that can be assumed to be true of their species, include eyes that glow and flicker yellow in low light conditions (a trait shared by the ‘human suits’ used by the Virasians in the previous film), the fact they disintegrate completely into light upon death (a trait shared by Giruge from Super Monster, who this author assumes is a fourth Spacewoman from the peaceful star M88 and thus this trait can be applied to the others), that they can communicate in a fast, chirp-like language but don’t always use it (later continuing to speak in Japanese/English depending on the film version even when they two of them are alone), and that they apparently possess a cultural philosophy in which the useless must be killed.

Ideas they relay to the children, and thus cannot be completely trusted as fact, include that they are the last survivors of a civilization advanced enough to control the weather (similar to the Muans), that the planet they inhabit, Tera, is beginning an ice age, thus necessitating their speedy departure for Earth, and that a powerful computer is responsible for, through an apparent error, creating destructive monsters that wiped out the rest of their people (similar to the Atlanteans and Nilai-Kanai).

One idea relayed to the children, but that there is solid evidence for in the film, is that the facility they occupy is besieged by creatures called Space Gyaos. Space Gyaos is very interesting, because we see (mostly in the background on monitors) that there are in fact many of them, allegedly having infested the planet and killed off is population. It’s eerily reminiscent of what regular Gyaos would eventually become known for in the Heisei trilogy and beyond. Presuming Barbella and Florbella are telling the truth about the planet’s computer being responsible for the Space Gyaos, it brings to mind the inevitable question of whether it’s also somehow connected to the Earth Gyaos. Does this supposed computer, and by extension the two women and their society on Tera, have some secret connection to ancient Earth?

Building on the speculations of Den Valdron and Chris N. in regard to the Toho alien races and the ancient Muans, it might be logical to assume the Teran people are a lost space colony of the ancient Atlanteans. However, something we have to contend with here are the characteristics listed above, which seem to preclude them being completely human. In particular, the fact they disintegrate on death (which happens regardless of whether or not they are killed by an energy weapon), seems to point in the direction of them being energy beings or artificial constructs of some kind.

If we connect the Terans to both the M88 inhabitants and the Virasian human suits, it’s clear they mimic human biology to high degree – they can bleed, they have fleshy limbs, they eat and sleep – but then somehow have the capacity to dissolve into energy. And if they can return to energy, perhaps they were created from it, leading to the question of who or what created them. Fortunately, this film already introduces something said to be capable of creating living beings – the Teran control computer.

It is my speculation that no living Atlanteans made it into space, but something they created did - an artificial construct that played a role in the creation of at least the Gyaos, and retained the template in order to produce a new kind of Gyaos on planet Tera. A construct that has some limited capacity to create energy-based servitors that evoke the image of its human creators (with all or at least some variations given the capacity to communicate with the construct in its own electronic language, to process organic matter into electronic data, and instilled with an enforced mentality of strict utilitarianism), some of which later broke free of its control and spread throughout the galaxy to ultimately become its enemies. A construct that, after having its monsters and servitors defeated on Tera but being, itself, left intact, would go into hiding, recouping its losses until, eleven years later, it would launch a final invasion of its planet of origin, Earth, restarting the Tera production facility and utilizing copies of all the monster templates at its disposal.

As an addendum to the timeline put forth in my post on the Wold-Newton literary concept and kaiju cinema, here are the events, as I suggest they have occurred, in the chronicle of Atlantean Genetic Supercomputer Zanon:

12,000 years ago: As Atlantis is destroyed, an artificial intelligence used in the Atlantean genetics program escapes into space, either already or sometime thereafter named “Zanon.” It brings with it the plans for many of the Atlanteans’ creations, including the previously-made Gyaos, Barugon, and Jiger. It is unknown if Guiron, Zigra, and Viras had also been created at that point, had been designed but not yet produced, or were new designs invented by Zanon after it fled into space (Thematically, I personally prefer the middle version). It is also unknown whether Zanon has the capacity to create a Gamera, and if so, whether the amount of Mana needed is what makes such an attempt too costly and impractical.

12,000 years ago to 1968: Either immediately or in the intervening millennia, Zanon settles on planet Tera, produces the Space Gyaos and Guiron, and creates a race of hybridized biological/energy servitors to do its bidding, not all necessarily in that order. At some point, a significant amount of these servitors rebel or otherwise are separated from Zanon’s control, and establish at least one colony, the Peaceful Star M88. Zanon would later attack and destroy M88, leaving at least three, perhaps four survivors. It is unknown whether Zanon is responsible for the Zigra and Virasian specimens that come to act independently in the galaxy during this time, or whether they’d been previously produced by the Atlanteans and made their way into space following Atlantis’s destruction. Either way, the Virasians at some point acquire humanoid disguises bearing a common origin with the Zanon servitors.

1968: Virasians outside Zanon’s control make two attempts to invade Earth, the first thwarted immediately by Gamera and the second by two human children. It is possible this brought Earth and perhaps Gamera to Zanon’s attention, and may have played a role in Zanon potentially targeting children for information the next year.

1969: By this year, Zanon is operating on Tera with the aid of two servitors and Guiron. The Space Gyaos are no longer under Zanon’s control, if they ever were, and Guiron must be used to defend Zanon’s computer core from their attacks. An unoccupied spacecraft is sent to Earth in a plot to capture and return specimens of modern humans to Tera, where knowledge of Earth’s present civilization will be extracted from their minds and used to plan a later invasion of the world. The plan is thwarted by Gamera, who rescues the two captured children. In the ensuing battle, both servitors and Guiron are killed, but Zanon’s computer core remains outside Gamera’s suspicions and is able to flee the planet.

1971: A Zigra outside Zanon’s control attempts to invade Earth, and is killed by Gamera. This may have influenced Zanon’s later decisions, either by further motivating it to see Earth as a threat or convincing it to delay and gather more forces prior to making a full invasion.

1980: By this year, three survivors of M88 are present on Earth, secretly embedded in the population but known to its inhabitants as “Spacewomen” when they act using their uniforms and abilities. Zanon is now operating out of a mobile starship and is aided by one servitor, whose independence suggests she may be a survivor of M88 or another colony who has willfully sworn allegiance to Zanon. The kaiju production facility on Tera has also been reactivated and is in use by Zanon. Gamera destroys all the newly-produced kaiju and uses a sacrificial Mana blast to destroy Zanon’s starship, presumably ending the rogue Atlantean AI’s reign of terror for good.

(*continuity goggles off*) Gamera vs. Guiron is one of my favorite Showa films, its fun factor eclipsing most others and its unique setting and possible lore boosting its appeal. In my view, it’s the definitive ‘turn off your brain and enjoy the nonsense’ Gamera movie, and it’s bound to be a fun time for any viewer willing to roll with it. And we can only hope there’s a brighter, happier future ahead for Kuniko and Elza, who have now come to accept the supernatural as part of their lives and may, perhaps, let go of some other old ideas and recognize the love they share for what it is.

Enjoy this movie with cosmic brownies and some sliced-up Gyaos pepperoni.

[slickricklj]

It’s like all the bad fics/takes produced by fans became reality, because with typical fashion with a range of Japanese game developers, they just refuse to let their “key” women age, let alone develop fine lines or even have a less than a smooth, “soft” image.

This is the same bunch that before even revealing Rebecca in Vendetta, made an announcement about how she’s still “young” and pretty, as if that is the only thing that mattered. Don’t even get me started on members of the production team fetishizing her during one of their sit down interviews about the film, or the FACT, that they took the baseline CONCEPT of "Professor Chambers" from her role in the Stage Play, but then proceeded to ERASE that Rebecca had become an advisor to the BSAA, as early as at least 2005, and had been on SEVERAL field missions, and used weapons/could be prepared to defend herself. But I guess it's too much to ask for someone who's actively trying to disrupt the "bioweapons" people are distributing, to have at least a weapon in case she's attacked, or even a little security?

Rebecca in 2005. Not even being portrayed as if she's someone on Chris and Jill's level, but just someone COMPETENT enough to hold her own when it counts. Which is all of what SOME of us are wanting for characters who've survived hellish events, as it makes SENSE for them, in a world where they could be a victim or target, to be prepared!

^Case in point!

^In that story's present day, she was secretly investigating a case, which is why she was teaching at this university - it was a cover. Despite not having field work in a couple of years (2010), she had enough competency when it mattered, even when struggling with having to put down zombified students of hers.

In Vendetta, they invalidated all of this, by having her state in the film, that she kinda always wanted to get into medical science, and then one day post STARS (the spec. ops unit referred to here), she decided to combat bioterrorism a different way than Chris, using her mind. Which, that makes sense she would use her best talents, BUT this to me was not simply her "natural progression," this was more them trying to establish why you would not see her getting any action, and justify her becoming a damsel for convenience, as in EVERY single cgi film thus far, the veteran female was made to spend time around one of the main baddies, so they could have screen time for those characters to reveal their real intentions to us viewers, and then be OUT of the way so Leon (and Chris) can continue to play their "hero" roles. Rebecca has on some outfit that looks similar to her STARS uniform, but she's not equipped, or even remotely prepared to defend herself or anyone else, EVEN AFTER she's been attacked! it's just "cute" she has something "STARS" esque on, yeah just like it's "cute" Jill is wearing clothes VERY similiar to the outfit she said she was gonna BURN in RE3make.

Hell Jill was no longer only going after Umbrella she wanted to pursue Nicholai's other client (which I think was possibly the Connections...which has retroactively been made part of series canon in this RE engine era). God forbid Jill not want to, you know, PREPARE for the fight of her life ahead post RC. This woman having been held at gunpoint by both Wesker and Nicholai, isolated, spied on, targeted for assassination, etc...

They went out of their way to make sure that in the end not only would Chris be the one to finish Arias off, but he also got to save Rebecca. Rebecca was there as a prop for the main hero, and the main villian. This is no different than the more passive role Claire took on in both cgi outings. Infinite Darkness had Claire SIT there and just wait for the acid to rise up to her feet, and only THEN decide to move. Then she couldn't make a tiny ass jump, only to separate from Leon AGAIN, be Injured (which also happened in Degeneration) AND knocked out, for CONVENIENCE!!! Leon got to play HERO AND get all of the action. Claire's role was pointless fanservice. She was not needed. Shen Mei was more important than she was even...even though she too was just a plot prop and killed off once she served her purpose for Jason and Leon's stories.

Again, no one is saying Rebecca needs to be a top combatant, but to try and act like she shouldn't or wouldn't want to be prepared to defend herself, especially when she's ACTIVELY trying to ruin the plans of bioterrorists, even by making vaccines for their products (again she was TARGETED because of her work in Vendetta!). Then again some in this fandom act like Jill can't have a punching bag to train with in her own apartment, only Chris can do that shit (which he hasn't even had in canon mind you, only a viral ad for RE5). NEVERMIND Jill LITERALLY had all of her moving boxes she was packing up in RE3make, and she was moving out of the city. She was NOT going to look for Chris....something some people still can't grasp. RE3make CHANGED the lore around!!!! IT CHANGED!

^Jill always thinking about the bigger picture.

Now I've always said certain things they couldn't get away with with Jill. Jill is put in survival situations in her stories, and if you notice, her roles take heed to what happened to her beforehand. She's never just been some easy insert, like Chris or Leon. Her role was never to be the big strong hero rescuing the damsel etc (I.e Chris saving Rebecca, Claire, Jill or Leon with all those women in his stories etc, or even Ethan with Mia and Rose), but she is a qualified action girl as well. Sadly that doesn't change the fact women just continue to be treated like absolute shit in this franchise, and she's not immune to the fuckery! 

With Jill, with what they are saying here, what pisses me off is they specifically put her in this timeline, I feel, partly to justify making a sequel to a garbage film (to validate reusing Leon and of course Chris, and since Koboyashi was around for this film, you know he was involved with that decision), that was a rehash of the same tired, formula based plot every last one of these films has had, but also to use this crap as an excuse to JUSTIFY Jill’s 14+ yr absence in the timeline. Even worse is they have erased the PHYSICAL changes done to her in RE5, for the sake of recycling assets (hell we have character models from two different previous projects being used even) based on RE3make (and this film was written right after that game dropped), to preserve a “younger” look for Jill.

^Someone made a comparison on Twitter. She looks a bit older here IMO, so it's not like she stopped aging since 1998 (Rev and RE5 already contradict this), but this is not only lazy character design, but it's erasing part of her story.

Project Umbrella's translation of Jill's letter to Barry.

I bring this up, to point out how Jill makes it clear her letter was written shortly after RE5. Meaning it was still in 2009! She's even the one who setup Barry to get his new samurai edge in Rev2. Jill was about to get into rehab, and expected to be back on the field "soon." But based on the info they've posted, Jill sounds like she's been wasting away, and THAT is their justification for her having no involvement in anything since RE5...where she was a prisoner in her own body and a puppet. Not really having spent much time, actively, doing anything for the BSAA....which NOW is corrupt.

Jill was not “infected” with the t-virus during RE5′s storyline. The strain she had was from Nemesis infecting her, and it was DORMANT upon vaccination (some people need to look up what that means apparently), and it did not reactivate until AFTER Wesker put her in cryosleep. 

What is also being ignored is the FACT that her body had ALREADY developed antibodies DURING the period the virus was dormant, and it WIPED the virus OUT of her body! Key words here are “soon vanished.” There was no long period where the virus was just active in her again. No, her body wiped that virus the hell out. This is why Wesker kept Jill alive longer, now that he could no longer test his virus out on her. He used her antibodies to make his virus less toxic to humans.

I’ll even throw in the actual english localization text

The t-virus was NOT ACTIVE again for some long period, and THEN suddenly she developed antibodies. Her body ALREADY had them, which is why AFTER having SUDDENLY awakened during her cryosleep, the virus was wiped out COMPLETELY, leaving behind ONLY potent antibodies, STRONG enough to make even Jill NOT able to be a test subject for Uroboros!!! I’d sooner buy that Jill’s pale skin and blonde hair came from the moment the virus reactivated, especially since according to Rev2′s letter from her she still had the same appearance even after going through testing, but that appears to have been retconned. I guess we'll see if it's even addressed.

Jill eventually had P-30 used on her for Wesker’s personal desire to torture her, but the other scientists were also curious about the possible long term damage of the chemical, if administered continuously (as it otherwise would wear off).

If Jill was going to have slowed aging, it would’ve come from P-30, but that was not something observed, esp. with the chemical just being a "performance enhancer." P-30 was not something that lingered, the body expelled it relatively quickly. They were looking to see if there would be long term DAMAGE by having this chemical in her system for longer periods. Slowed aging would be a mutation in her system. They are suggesting this all stems from T-virus. THIS is a RETCON! It's not respecting her story, it's changing it to justify this bs with her appearance. What next, Moira (who's fully adapted to T-phobos), Claire, Rebecca, etc (all women) will somehow not age too?

Jill’s body was resisting the T-virus infection even in Raccoon City, this is why she didn’t turn as quickly as many others. This is even mentioned in Nicholai’s notes in the RE3make! She had no brain rot, or anything else develop. 

There were no changes to her body, and if there had’ve been she wouldn’t have aged like SHE clearly damn did AFTER RE3. Wesker, and all those other scientists, would’ve noticed some shit like that. 

I'm here for some exploration of her headspace, and what she was forced to do, what her body was used for (and Jill is the one who is repulsed by Wesker and other scientists experimenting on people as well which is another irony in their story), as Jill went through a hell no one else has experienced, and it was personally done to her on top of it. It still annoys me how Jill not only didn't get to directly get her vengeance, or at LEAST talk shit like Carla did to Simmons (and be acknowledged for ruining his plans), but Jill didn't even get to SPEAK to Wesker! Then all that hissing shit when facing Chris and Sheva, after her overdose! It's bullshit!!!

Them trying to JUSTIFY wasting Jill now, with this sexist/ageist bullshit is not okay. We may still have to SEE what all exactly is gonna happen, but their track record of actually properly exploring any character has been terrible at best, especially in these films. It's always the most shallow, surface level crap. I'd love to be surprised by something actually good happening, but Capcom has yet to earn that trust.

Yes, I'm thrilled Jill and Chris will get to interact again, and Jill FINALLY will interact with important characters who ARE NOT from STARS, after 25+ years!!!! Just a crying shame it took this long. Hell I'd love to see them put a take on that UC Novel convo between Chris and Jill, where she questioned if she could ever live a life where she could get married, grow old and have kids and grandkids. Especially since the LAST casual convo we saw them have ON SCREEN, was her talking about getting "older" since the mansion incident!

But I'm not banking on them REALLY doing anything to properly explore these characters in meaningful ways.

But again to be clear, the women deserve SO MUCH better in this series. RE8 already had me smdh with its BS, but Jill definitely deserved better than this crap. I want more for the guys too, but this crap is just repulsive.

^Speaks volumes honestly. This disgusting shit is not new in this series, but canonically trying to "preserve" ANOTHER female's youth....it's disgusting. Bad enough they killed off the OLD and conveniently "sick" original Alex, just to put a "copy" of her into the body of a young girl. She couldn't actually have superhuman abilities like Albert's in her original body...smdh!!!

I wonder why someone would want to shelve a character like that...

Anyway, RIP Jill's chest scars, and longer blonde hair, aka remnants of a survivor who beat so many odds. I'm here for character vulnerability, just hope it doesn't result in more bullshit like this, and not mean anything in the end.

Some translations provided by Alex Aniel aka cvxfreak from Twitter. Jill being thru the ringer mentally is certainly no surprise after the events of re5. Glad to see some of it addressed here in her summary. Definitely still looking forward to the movie with seeing her a part of a mission post re5, working with Chris again and finally getting to interact with Leon after all this time!

[luvsdive]

pairing: painslut!karina x dom!reader (5th member!reader)

summary: karina feels like your attention has been on other people for far too long, and she needs to do something to change that.

warnings: subby sub karina, maknae reader who lowkey fucks half the 4th generation girlies, jealous unnie that wants your attention on her all the time, nipple clamps, nipple torture, crying, lots of slapping and flicking and pinching, cumming untouched but not really, pussy slapping, but very little of it.

the dorm was completely silent when you first got home, which wasn’t unusual during the handful of days off you’d gotten in the years since your debut. since you spent so much of your time together when you were on schedule, most of the members preferred to spend their free time doing individual things, visiting friends, working on their hobbies, or hibernating for three days straight, on some instances.

this had been the longest break the group had gotten since your debut, and you’d enjoyed the freedom to spend some quality time with friends you’d made since moving to seoul, hanging out with idols from other groups you’d only managed to have quick small talk with whenever you caught each other backstage on music shows or awards ceremonies, and while you’d thoroughly enjoyed the time you spent with friends and colleagues, it had been a couple of days since you’d seen your unnies, since everyone had been so busy with their own things, and you were starting to miss them a lot.

you pouted in deep thought as you walked towards your room, maknae privileges meaning you’d been awarded with the one single bedroom in the apartment, thinking about how you should probably shoot the aespa group chat a message and suggest a hangout soon enough, when you first laid eyes onto karina.

she was kneeling on the carpet, holding her hands behind her back demurely, dark hair falling straight down but pushed away from her face, and completely naked, voluptuous tits moving with her rapid breathing, nipples clamped up and connected by a metal chain that moved with her agitated breaths.  

you've always loved unnie’s tits. they were probably the first physical attributes of hers that you noticed when you first met each other, and when you realized that they were also extremely sensitive, that she loved having the perky nipples teased and tormented like the good little painslut she was, it was a matter of time before you used that to your advantage.

still, finding jimin unnie naked, kneeling on your fluffy carpet, with her nipples clamped up to high heaven was nowhere near what you expected to find when you walked into your bedroom, so you had to carefully school your features in an effort to not show her just how surprised you really were with her surprise, eyes narrowing instead, an ominous hum as you decided to play whatever game she was trying to start.

"what's up, unnie?" you asked, little smirk twisting your lips as you closed the door behind you and walked fully into the room. you dropped your bag on the floor and started working on removing your outer layer of clothing as you waited for her response. hat, mask, and scarf being discarded quietly, while you refused to give her any other type of attention until you had her answer.

“i missed you.” she replied, voice whiny and high pitched as you finally looked at her for a quiet second before making your way towards her kneeling form. “yeji told me she saw you with ryujin. and i know you went to see chaewon a couple days ago. why do you give them all attention, but you don’t even look for me? i’ve been waiting for days for you!” she started to stand up, ready to argue her point, but the attempt was immediately thwarted by your confident tug on the chain connecting the nipple clamps, words turning into a shriek, body falling back down to the carpet with a thud as you guided the chain back downwards.

“unnie, why are you like this, huh? i go out to meet a few friends after not seeing them for ages and this is how you greet me? that’s so rude of you.” you complain, watching her heavy breaths and teary eyes, nipples pressed tightly between the metal of the clamps as she stared up at you. “was this what you wanted? to be a meanie slut to me as soon as i got home and annoy me?” you frowned, crouching down to look at her, a hand still gripping the chain firmly, but otherwise not tugging on the metal. karina’s teary eyes widened at your statement, and her mouth opened as she searched for a reply.

“i… um…” she started, but you once again interrupted her with a harsh slap to the side of her breast, the flesh rippling as you rose to your full height, pulling her upwards carelessly by the tight grip on the chains. her mouth dropped open with a scream, legs wobbly as she scrambled to her feet, desperately trying to relieve the pressure in her nipples. you gave her no response other than harshly tugging the metallic material up until she was holding the links in her own mouth, tears freely dropping from her eyes at that point, but still doing her best for you.

“keep it in your mouth, you won’t like what will happen to you if you drop it.” you ordered, stepping away from her to remove the rest of your clothes. unnie tried her best to keep her lips closed tight around the chain, but also discretely lowered her jaw to try and relieve some of the tugging on her nipples. you tsked in disapproval, but kept shimmying your way out of your hoodie and sweatpants, not paying her any extra mind as you heard her shaky exhales and watched her legs tremble.

once your body was as nude as karina’s, you walked towards her once again, close enough that you could feel the cold metal of the clamps pressed against your own breasts, earning a hiss out of the older girl, who gritted her teeth but kept the linked chain firmly stuck in her mouth. you used your thumb and index finger to take her chin, pulling her face upwards enough for karina to let out a loud whimper, nipples being stretched beyond comfort as she looked towards the ceiling.

“was this what you wanted, unnie? for me to make it hurt?” you asked, taking a step back and flicking the metal clamp on the right nipple. unnie screamed, the chain falling from her mouth as her legs buckled underneath her. you took a hold of her body, tiny and so malleable at this point, and guided her towards the bed with little effort. she fell back on the mattress with a loud whimper, tits bouncing with the sudden movement, but gave you no other response other than a teary-eyed stare and some dry sobs. you climbed into the bed quickly after her, settling on your knees next to her stomach for a second before giving her a gentle slap on her cheek, already tear stained and now reasonably redder due to the impact. she made no move to stop you, choosing simply to close her eyes and enjoy the painful moment.

once you got yourself settled on your knees next to unnie’s laying, panting form, you pursued your lips in appreciation of her figure, a hand reaching towards her nude body to run over her skin, so smooth and shiny with sweat by now. you started from her neck, deciding to give her abused breasts a break for the moment and skipping down to her stomach, digits dusting over skin and taut muscle. her breath was still a little agitated, but she was trying her best to get herself under control, an attempt immediately thwarted by the hand that glided down and down her body until it reached the apex between her thighs, a middle finger dipping into her folds as she spread her legs open for you with a moan.

"oh, you're so wet." you chuckled, middle finger rubbing her clit slowly before dipping into her warm, wet entrance up to your knuckles, watching karina's face as she struggled to keep her eyes focused on you, going a little cross-eyed with her effort. you pulled your finger away after a few teasing moments, guiding your digits towards her lips and nodding for her to take them into her mouth. "you're such a needy slut, aren't you, unnie? all hot and bothered by having your tits smacked around." you grinned, pressing your fingers deeper into her mouth, pushing down on her tongue and feeling her throat spasm around you as she tried to nod her agreement. "should i make you cum, then? give you some of that attention you want so bad?" you asked, taking your finger out of her mouth once she'd cleaned it thoroughly and gagged around it enough.

"please." she whined breathlessly, arching her back and puffing her chest out. there were already some red marks on her breasts, her nipples seemed uncomfortably swollen, but you knew how unnie got off on pain, especially when it came to her tits, and decided to give her what she so clearly wanted, tugging once again on the chain that linked the two metal clamps together. she hissed, trying her best to stay still, but it wasn’t the reaction you were looking for, choosing instead to give her breasts a series of slaps, watching in glee as they bounced with impact and her whole body twitched with pain.

you leaned down towards karina's chest, not giving her a moment to rest or gather herself, before taking a firm hold of the clamp pressuring her left nipple and pulling it out by the chain instead of pressing it open, the metal clip dragging heavily against her pebbled flesh as the older girl screamed, feeling like the sensitive skin of her nipple was being torn apart. it was painful enough for her to freely start crying, actual sobs wrecking her frame as her body twisted in agony, but also arousal. the almost unbearable pain brought forth a new wave of pleasure, and karina rubbed her thighs together, desperately searching for the littlest amount of friction that would drive her to her orgasm.

you watched her struggle for a few moments, a fond smile twisting your lips as your finger reached down to massage the abused nipple. it was a little swollen and turning bright red, and you knew unnie would feel the hurt for a few days, exactly how she liked it. you rubbed the peaked flesh for a few seconds, cooing at her tears and wet sniffled sobs, before laying a heavy slap on the reddening skin once again. she sucked in a sharp breath, but pretty much anything felt heavenly after the sweet torment that had been caused by the ripping off the clamp.

she was getting pretty close to her orgasm already, you could hear it in the pitch of her pained moans and whimpers, see it in the way her thighs rubbed together, in search of friction, in how tightly she had your bedsheets gripped in her hands, fists clenched on the sheets so tight that her knuckles looked white, and decided to give her some mercy, leaning down to take her recently freed nipple in your mouth, while your digits turned their attention towards the peak that was still tightly clenched between the metal clamp.

karina’s mouth dropped open silently, the feeling of your warm, wet tongue so gently running over her sore and abused flesh, while your fingers continued to tease and pull on the metal that still tormented her other nipple, were overwhelming to her already sensitive nerve receptors, eyes closing as her hips stuttered, searching for any type of friction that was nonexistent up to this point. you bit her, teeth lightly gnashing on the skin you’d been only licking and sucking so far, and it was enough for karina to lose the little bit of control she had left.

“oh, oh.” she moaned, a keening wail as she arched her back, pressing her tits towards your face as her breath stuttered irregularly, you took advantage of her vulnerable state, pulling the remaining clamp just as you’d done a few minutes previously, karina’s moan turning into a shrieked scream, eyes rolling to the back of her head as her body unconsciously tried to curl inwards, being swiftly stopped by your own hands. “oh my god. oh my god! please, please please please!” she cried out, loud enough that a tiny part of you hoped the members were out of the dorms, even though you really loved it when unnie was loud.

“what, unnie? you’re going to cum already? all it takes is some pain, huh? and unnie is ready to beg like a little whore?” you rambled, aware that she was in no mind state to give you a proper answer, but chuckling at her nearly hysteric responses as you pinched and slapped and pulled at her abused nipples, hard and fast enough to drive her over the edge and into a loud, shaking orgasm.

karina’s whole body trembled, mouth dropping open in a scream as she shook her head from side to side, hair mussing and tangling against the cotton bedsheets. you gave her no respite, however, leaving her breasts alone for the moment, but choosing to torment her pussy, wet enough to make a mess on her thighs, yet unattended so far. she was still in the middle of her orgasm when you smacked her pussy heavily, earning an especially loud shriek out of your unnie as clear liquid gushed out of her in a streaming jet.

“thank you, thank you, thank you.” she cried, whole body twitching as you smacked her a few more times, giggling at her torment and stopping her as she tried to twist her body away from you.

“where are you going, unnie? didn’t you ask for this? now be a good little painslut and take it.”

[cafedanslanuit]

- ̗̀ boy, you write your name, i can do the same ̖́-

day twenty-three humiliation ft. porco galliard [shingeki no kyojin]

☄  tags/warnings: +18, afab reader + she/her pronouns, college/university au, humiliation (verbal), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), oral sex (m and f receiving), established couple, football player porco galliard <3333

☄  words: 1.8k

☄  a/n: god knows i've had this idea since the copa américa in july... hope y'all like it <3 tagging @bokebelle because football player porco hits different ~

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The first moment you set your eyes on Porco Galliard, striker of the Marley University Football Team, you knew you were done for. You caught him smirking at you for a brief second before you looked away, pretending to be interested in whatever Reiner was talking about. As you tried your best to hide the smile on your face, you couldn't stop thinking how utterly good-looking he was. Was he single? Would Reiner tell you if you asked? Were you really planning to make a move on someone from Marley?

Months ago, you wouldn’t have believed if anyone told you you’d be seen at a barbeque hosted by the rival team of your university. However, after befriending Reiner during the semester he played for your team, you had agreed to join him after he assured you you’d have a good time.

Now, Reiner probably didn’t anticipate Porco and you would have an instant connection, and that after that first look he'd approach you two and start a conversation with you. You didn't even notice Reiner excusing himself as you and Porco kept talking, flirty bantering your main language as everyone seemed to disappear around you. Before you left the house party, he made sure to get your number― it wasn't long before you were officially dating.

Porco was charming, fun, and so incredibly good-looking. And best of all, he didn’t attend your university, which gave you both lots of free time on your own. Whenever you went out on a date or he crashed at your place, you were really itching to spend time together, rather than getting used to seeing each other every day at the campus. Your friends could tell you two got along exceedingly well, the honeymoon phase never seeming to end as both of you had this dreamy smile on your lips every time the other was around.

It all changed once the football championship started.

Porco knew it was stupid, but there was something about seeing you using Shiganishina’s football jersey during his matches that really struck a nerve. He had offered you one of his spare jerseys, yet you had refused. You were committed to cheering for your university to the very end, both in their games against Marley and in their games with other teams. Porco didn’t understand why you even bothered attending Marley’s games if you were so adamant about wearing that stupid jersey.

Marley and Shiganshina were set to clash twice, and the results of both games were going to determine who went to the next stage. After losing the first game 2-1, Porco sat on your bed and watched you happily singing to yourself your team’s chant as you took off your makeup, a giddy smile on your lips. He was crazy about you, he truly was. But never before had he wanted more to throw a pillow at you.

“Aw, quit that sour look, babe. Not my fault our team’s better,” you teased him, walking back to your bed and straddling him.

Porco arched an eyebrow. “We’re still in the quarter-finals. You guys haven’t advanced to the semifinals yet. And both of us know that 2-1 was mere luck.”

“Aww,” you cooed, pinching his nose. He swatted your hand away. “That’s what a loser would say. But don’t worry, I still love you anyway.”

You pushed him on the bed, a cheeky grin on your face before you removed your top. As you were leaning down to kiss him, your boyfriend grabbed your chin with his hand, stopping you just mere centimetres away with his lips.

“When we win, I’m going to wreck you,” Porco warned you. An easy laugh escaped from your mouth.

“I’d like to see you try.”

In retrospect, you set yourself up.

You still remember Porco’s obnoxious smirk as he pointed at you as he scored his third goal in the game, achieving the first hat-trick of the season. While losing the match was always a possibility you surely didn’t expect to lose 5-0. Neither did you expect your boyfriend to ask you to keep your jersey on as he took the rest of your clothes off back at his place.

“Hm, I may have made a mistake before. You do look pretty in that awful jersey.”

Porco’s words sent a bolt of pleasure between your legs as he sheathed his cock deep inside you. He loved every desperate whine that fell from your lips, and how you were obediently holding the back of your knees, pressing your thighs against your chest. It filled him with an absurd amount of pride to see your face twisted in pleasure, wearing the losing’s team jersey and taking his cock so well.

He watched in awe how much you were gushing around him, how wet his cock looked every time he pulled it almost all the way out before thrusting back inside. Your high-pitched cries as you asked for more were the most perfect thing he had ever heard, paired with the way your pussy was almost sucking him back in every time he bottomed out inside of you.

“Fuck, babe,” he grunted, kneeling on the bed and pressing his hands on the back of your thighs. “Feel so good around my cock. Like you were made for me,” he snorted.

“Yes― I, I was. I was― made for you― made for your cock, Pock,” you whimpered, feeling him bury himself even deeper inside. “Just for you, only for you.”

Porco took a second look at your face, swollen lips parted as you let out the most desperate moans he had ever heard and glassy eyes looking up at him in adoration. You had truly surrendered to him, all while wearing that stupid Shiganshina jersey. Long gone was the girl who was teasing him about the previous score, now he had you moaning about you being made for his cock, like a whore .

It scratched an itch.

He moved one of his hands to your clit, moving it in small circles as he kept thrusting inside of you. Porco smirked as you loudly whined, your nails digging on your skin as he drove you closer to your edge. You threw your head backwards, your hips stuttering as you tried and failed to grind against Porco’s hand.

“Look at yourself, acting like a little cockslut for me,” he teased, and God-- he was not prepared for the way you squeezed his cock at his words. “Oh? You liked that, huh? It’s okay, baby, you’ll always be my pretty whore. All dumb and needy, just how I like it.”

His words made you come harder than ever before. Your entire body shook as the orgasm hit you, making you moan loudly, curses mixed with your boyfriend’s name pleasure travelled all over your body. Porco watched amused as you broke down, your walls fluttering around him, eliciting a few groans for him. He knew that he wasn’t far from coming himself, but he wasn't nearly done with you yet.

He pulled away and took your hands away from your legs, letting them rest on the mattress. He lowered his body, placing his head between your legs. Feeling his weight shifting on the bed, you propped yourself up on your elbows, widening your eyes as you watched Porco place a kiss on your inner thigh. You whimpered when he parted your folds with his fingers and licked a long stripe of your cunt, overstimulation flooding your senses.

“How does it feel being fucked by a true winner, unlike your shitty team?” he asked, arching his eyebrow in a teasing way. He spread your wetness across your folds, smirking when your body jolted underneath him.

“Pock― Pock, baby,” you panted, curling your toes at his ministrations. “I just came.”

“I know,” he retorted, placing an open-mouthed kiss right on your clit, humming at the whimper that left your lips. “But a pretty slut like you can give me one more, right?”

By the way he smirked, you knew he had caught you clenching over nothing at his words.

Whenever Porco ate you out, you had always felt it was something he really enjoyed doing. And if he hadn’t taken the time to learn exactly what made your eyes roll, you would have believed it was solely for his pleasure. He held your thighs as he buried his face in your cunt, tongue lapping greedily.

Porco hummed each time you cried out, your sensitive folds both wanting more of him and also feeling like they had reached their limit. But he ate you out like his life was on the line, sucking your clit so deliciously your arms gave out, making you fall on the mattress again.

His hands caressed your thighs up and down as he continued his chore, completely entranced and pussy drunk by how wet you were and how good you tasted. He would have laid like this for days, feeling your fists closing on his hair and tugging, his name escaping your lips like a goddamn prayer.

As he felt your thighs closing against his head, he quickened his moves, making you come for the second time. He let you hold his head still as you ground against his face, his tongue out for you to use as you pleased while you rode out your orgasm.

Once he felt your muscles relaxing, Porco crawled up your body. Tiredly, you put your arms around his neck, pulling him close as his lips fell on you. Unlike the previous events, his touch was gentle, caring and it was easy for you to melt into him once more.

“I’m sorry― I think that was out of line,” he mumbled against your cheek before pressing his lips on your skin. “But I thought you liked it and―”

“I did. It was, uhm, certainly new,” you chuckled. “But if I didn’t like it, I would have told you so. Thanks for apologizing, though.”

“Of course,” he said, his lips ghosting over yours. "I love you. I love you so much."

After whispering a love promise back, you pulled him close and kissed him softly. The shift made you notice Porco’s erection poking on your hip, just as hard as he was when he was fucking you. Slowly, you caressed Porco’s side and then shuffled your hand between your two bodies until you reached his cock, closing your fingers around it. The grunt that he made against your mouth made you smile.

“Now, I hate to admit it, but… I guess you are tonight’s champion,” you reasoned with a playful tone. Porco locked his honey eyes on yours, and you could notice how they darkened when you gave his base a small squeeze. “I would be a bad girlfriend if I didn’t treat you like one, right?”

The dissatisfied groan that came after you pulled your hand away made you chuckle. Before he could complain, you rolled over him and shifted until you were kneeling between his open thighs. You took his cock in your hands again and started pumping him, making him curse under his breath.

As you leaned down and took his tip inside your mouth, Porco had the crazy idea that maybe being in opposing teams wasn’t a bad idea after all.

[rhysismydaddy]

Prisoner's Game Pt. 2 (Rowaelin)

Part 1

~Rowan~

Rowan didn't think he'd ever been so pissed off in his life.

The only time that even came close was when he lost his first and only court case, but over the years he'd come to live with that.

This though?

This immature, childish, irritatingly clever woman... he had a feeling he'd carry the rage he felt against her until the day he finally died of it.

Although, if he was honest, his returning move had been a little childish, too.

He'd ordered one of the guards to strip her cell of everything except the chess set. Her mattress, the makeshift knife he shuddered to think she'd had in the same room as him, her pillow.

If she wanted to steal his shit, he'd steal hers, too.

He'd also had the guard move one of his pawns forward on the board.

Not the most creative, but he didn't have many options.

What did you take from a woman who had nothing? How did you punish someone who was already serving the longest punishment available?

The bank had seized her assets when she'd been locked up, and the lease on her apartment had long since run out. She didn't have any personal items with her, didn't seem to even care about anything besides making his life hell.

Case in point, when he got home that night, exhausted from dealing with Aelin and spending a long day at the office, he'd discovered her retaliation.

She'd stolen his bed.

The whole goddamn thing, frame and all.

How she'd managed to get it out of a penthouse condo with security not realizing a thing, he had no idea. He knew from experience it wouldn't even fit through the door.

It'd seemed if she was going to be uncomfortable, so was he.

Steaming with anger, he'd showered and flopped on the couch like an idiot, not even able to sleep thanks to the rage she'd worked him into.

She was completely kicking his ass. From the inside of a jail cell.

He hadn't gotten more than a few hours of sleep before giving up on even trying. At six, he'd dressed and driven to Whitehorn and Salvaterre, the law firm he was a partner at.

If he couldn't sleep, he'd at least figure out how the hell she was pulling this shit off.

Looking through her folder, he went through her daily schedule, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

Eight am wake-up, breakfast, shower, lunch, yard time, dinner, lights out at nine. Between activities, she worked out in her cell or read a book from the run-down prison library.

In the eight years she'd been in prison, she hadn't had a single visitor. Her cousin Aedion--a playboy Rowan couldn't be paid to associate with--delivered a care package on the first of every month.

Strange, considering nothing of the sort had been in her cell.

She'd been in solitary confinement ever since randomly attacking her cellmate a little over a month ago. She was still allowed yard time and meals with the other prisoners, but she was chained at all times.

Also strange, considering Aelin wasn't the type to do anything randomly.

Rowan watched the security tapes he'd strong armed the guards into giving him, going through the past few days to see how she'd gotten out of her cell to rob him.

He watched as she was escorted to the yard, watched as she ate breakfast and lunch and dinner alone, watched as she put herself through vigorous training in her cell.

Days of footage, and he didn't find anything.

Feeling like a bit of a creep, he watched the nighttime footage of her sleeping, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

She didn't move too much or too little--both of which would indicate it wasn't really her under that thin blanket. There were no attempts to pick the locks in between her wrists and ankles, no digging into the wall behind her toilet.

Nothing.

Which meant someone was helping her.

He could go through the official channels and ask the police for her known connections, but he hadn't reported either of the robberies yet.

Partly because he wanted to deal with her himself, partly because he felt a bit stupid getting robbed from a woman in the most secure prison in the city.

Which means he'd have to go about it a different way.

Grabbing his keys from his desk, he debated how else he could make her miserable, unfortunately finding nothing else he could do to her, no revenge he could get from robbing her tiny little cell.

No, he'd have to try something new.

Maybe he could bribe her into confessing. She didn't have anything right now, but maybe he could give her something to lose.

He'd bring her lunch, force himself to apologize for yelling at her, and just politely ask who her accomplice was.

He thought on it as he rode down the elevator to the garage. It probably wouldn't work, but he didn't know what else to do.

And besides, he knew from experience Aelin didn't respond well to his anger.

Checking his email to make sure he wasn't missing any important meetings, he pressed the button on his car fob, expecting to hear the resounding beep from his designated parking spot.

Except the beep never came.

Slowly looking up, Rowan had to amend his earlier statement.

Now he didn't think he'd ever been so pissed off in his life.

He stormed over to the security booth, hardly refraining from grabbing the man inside and throwing him to the ground.

"Where's my car, Rolland?"

"In your spot, boss," the stout little man replied instantly and surely, snapping his gum and looking at him in confusion. "Haven't seen you drive out yet."

"Yes, exactly. Which is why it's a mystery why it's no longer in it's spot."

Rolland caught up slowly. "You mean... it was stolen? From here? From you?"

Jaw so tight his molars were practically fused together, Rowan growled, "Just let me see the security tapes from this morning."

The guard nodded quickly, eyes nervous as he typed something into the desktop in front of him.

"That's weird," he muttered a moment later, typing faster and sending Rowan a nervous glance.

"What?" he asked, trying to calm himself down with a few of the breathing techniques he'd learned over the years.

"The tapes are gone, but there's... this."

Rolland turned the screen so Rowan could see it, and all the breathing in the world couldn't keep him from slamming a fist into the side of the security shack.

The footage was gone, and on the blank black screen read: Bishop to J7.

He was going to fucking kill her.

~Aelin~

"Enjoy your taxi ride here?" she asked sweetly, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs.

Rowan scowled at her as he crossed the small room inmates could use to talk to their lawyers. He yanked the chair across from her out, then threw himself into it. "You are such a pain in my ass."

She just shrugged.

He sat across from her, angry and broody, and for a long time, he just stared at her.

Finally he asked, "Why are you doing this, Aelin?"

"I told you. You locked me up for something I didn't do. I want you to be as miserable as I am. It's simple, petty revenge."

Nothing about it was simple, but that was besides the point.

He was quiet for another moment. "Why now?"

She sighed, but she wasn't upset. Truthfully, she'd been waiting for him to ask that question.

"I want to tell you a story."

He stood up suddenly, face exasperated. "I'm not fucking joking around. And I'm not going to let you waste any more of my time."

He made his way to the door, and his dismissal of her pissed her off enough to say, "Sit down, or your car's going off Whigsby Bridge."

He smiled like he'd won their little game. "So you admit you have it."

"Sure," she said casually, honestly not giving a shit about the car.

His brow furrowed. "You're giving up? Just like that?"

"You're a fucking idiot if you think this is about your car, Rowan. But sure, I admit I know exactly where it, and your bed, and your little dagger are being hidden."

He narrowed his eyes. "This conversation is being recorded, and you just admitted to being an accessory to robbery, so-"

"You aren't going to press charges," she cut him off, pulling a cigarette out of her pocket and lighting it.

Nasty little prison habit she'd developed, smoking.

Or maybe she just did it because she knew he hated the smell.

"Oh, really?" he asked incredulously, eyeing the cigarette with disdain.

She grinned. "Once you sit and hear my story and realize I'm telling the truth, you're going to feel so guilty you won't even care about the car. Now sit down. I'd hate to see a classic get totaled because you're being stubborn again."

He glared at her, but came back to the table and sat down again.

Then reached over and snatched the cigarette from her lips, putting it out against the steel table top.

She just pulled out another, lighting it with one of her last matches. The irritation on his face made it worth the loss.

He waved a hand as if to say Get on with it.

She'd debated how to tell him this story for a long time. It was long, and messy and not particularly pleasant for her. But she wanted him to know the full thing, so she'd decided to start at the very beginning.

"My parents died when I was four," she began, ignoring his dramatic sigh. "I went into foster care, and as you can imagine, I was a particularly unruly child."

She smiled at the few memories she had. "I stole from the nuns, snuck out of my room at night and ran through the house, set all the clocks back an hour so we could sleep in. Small stuff. But it irritated them, because they couldn't prove it was me."

"Sounds familiar," he grouched, making her grin.

"I was adopted by Arobynn Hamel a year later."

As she'd predicted, his mouth fell open at that.

Arobynn was the known king of the underworld in Rifthold. He had a hand in every aspect of crime, yet no one could do anything about it because he never committed the crime himself.

His name was revered, so much so no one ever dared to cross him.

"But your record says-"

"That I stayed in foster care until I turned eighteen, I know."

Arobynn hated public records and had a deal with someone in the system that he'd take some of the kids off their hands if they kept quiet about it. Illegal as hell, but he wasn't someone you refused without suffering serious consequences.

It was the perfect crime. No one would miss unwanted kids, and it gave the system one less mouth to feed.

"I didn't know it, but he'd been watching me for a while. He... I don't know, saw something in me. Natural, innocent talent he could work with and turn into something different. He adopted me on my fifth birthday. And then he started training me."

"To do what?" Rowan asked, shoulders tensing.

"Everything," she answered with a shaky laugh, taking a long drag from her cigarette. "Stuff I wanted to learn, like how to pick a lock or walk without making sound. But as I got older, he taught me other stuff. Stuff I didn't want to know."

"How to kill," he finished, picking up on her tone.

She nodded, finishing her cigarette and flicking the butt on the floor.

"I was good," she told him quietly, looking down at the table. "By the time I was fifteen, he said I was the best he'd ever had. None of his other... children could beat me in a fight, not even the older ones who had a hundred pounds on me. And I could steal anything and not leave a trace."

His eyes didn't show an ounce of doubt, and she didn't know how to feel about it. But she kept going anyway.

"I was his favorite. I was his best asset, and I didn't care about anything that would compromise me. I lost my parents, and despite how much he wanted me to, I never loved him. I had no weaknesses. Except Sam."

"Another of his students?" Rowan asked, and it wasn't lost on her he said students instead of children.

She nodded. "We were adopted around the same time, grew up together. He was a year older, and whenever I had a problem, he was the one I'd turn to. He was good to me, and by the time I was seventeen, not a small part of me loved him."

Aelin broke off and took a deep breath, wishing she had another cigarette and trying to figure out how to put into words how much he'd meant to her.

"Was?" Rowan asked, so softly and quietly and understandingly that she was reminded of the man he'd once been, the one she'd loved.

Shaking her head to clear it, she said, "He made a mistake. He went on a job; he was supposed to break into one of the underground casino's owned by Arobynn's competitor and memorize the ledger, but he got caught. It was messy and horrible and stupid, and the owner wanted blood. Arobynn promised he'd kill Sam as retribution."

Rowan's eyes widened, almost like he hadn't realized how brutally she'd been raised until that moment.

"I begged him not to. Sam had saved me and helped me so many times that I couldn't not do the same for him. I told him I'd do anything."

She studied her hands, regret and guilt thick on her skin. "Arobynn said if I took ten of the jobs Sam was supposed to do, he wouldn't kill him. I thought they'd be similar to the one he'd messed up on, small break-ins or robberies. So I accepted."

A tear rolled down her cheek, and she batted it away as she continued, "The second I shook his hand, Tern--another of Arobynn's--shot Sam in the head."

Rowan's face blanched so quickly, she thought he might pass out.

He started to say something, but she spoke faster. "I... snapped. I killed Tern, tried to kill Arobynn. You called me a murderer, and that's true. I am, and I don't regret it. Tern was a sadistic bastard, and I'm glad he's dead. And one day, I'll kill Arobynn for what he did."

Rowan shook his head, confusion and shock and something similar to pity in his eyes. "Why didn't you leave, run away?"

She leveled a look at him. "I didn't exactly have a choice, Rowan. My punishment for Tern lasted for over a year."

There was a long pause.

"Punishment?" he asked in a breathless voice that made something in her chest hurt.

She looked at the table again, skin pebbling at the memory of that year. "He locked me in a cell in the basement, in the dark. Once a month he'd come in to ask if I knew someone named Sam. It took me ten months to get confused, another three to say no."

Still not meeting his eyes, she looked at his hands, noticing they were clenched so tightly the knuckles were white. And a part of her, buried under all the rage and resentment and sadness, warmed at the thought that he was... he was angry for her.

"It took me a long time after to figure out what was real and what wasn't. But Arobynn never let me forget our deal. And right before I met you, he told me the first job."

"What were the jobs?"

Aelin looked back up at that, the air thick between them as she said, "You already know."

"The murders."

She nodded, somehow managing to keep her spine straight despite the feeling of a hundred pound weight being lifted from her shoulders.

He at least knows why now, she thought to herself.

It was one of the things that had bothered her over the years. That he didn't know why she'd done what he thought she'd done. That he thought she'd.. wanted to do it.

He was silent for a long time, just watching her with a carefully emotionless face. "Thank you for telling me that," he said eventually. "I never could understand why."

Then he stood and walked to the door again, and it was only when his hand was on the handle she spoke again. "You asked why I'm doing this, and why I'm doing it now."

He opened the door but paused. Waited.

"It's because I tried to tell you this all those years ago, and you didn't care. You just assumed I was guilty because the evidence looked like it."

She spoke around the lump in her throat. "I told you I didn't kill those people, Rowan, and you didn't even care."

He spun around, slamming the door so hard it rattled, and in a split second, he was in front of her. A hand on the table, the other on her chair, he leaned down and got in her face.

He was so angry, so unbelievably enraged she couldn't believe it. He was angry?

"I didn't care? I didn't fucking care, that's what you think? Watching you get dragged away in cuffs was the worst moment of my life, and you think I didn't fucking care?"

Shock hit her like a bucket of ice water.

That moment was crystal clear in her mind, and she couldn't put what he was saying with what she knew.

He'd watched her with that same expressionless face, with cold eyes that had haunted her ever since.

She opened her mouth to say something, but he wasn't done.

"I fucked loved you! I thought you were the love of my life, Aelin. I begged you to tell me something that would help, tell me anything. But you didn't! You just kept saying you were innocent; you didn't give me anything to actually work with."

"I-"

"I found that stupid fucking list five days before I reported it, did you know that?"

She shook her head, because she hadn't.

"Exactly. You don't know what the hell you're talking about," he growled, eyes flashing. "I spent five days investigating it myself, trying to make sense of why you'd know those names. After your arrest, I spent two weeks trying to find anything, a single piece of evidence, that said it wasn't you. And after the trial, I spent another two months trying to poke holes in my own goddamn case."

He slammed a hand into the table. "I did everything I fucking could! I was desperate for it not to be you. I argued my case so your lawyer could plead circumstantial evidence. I put you on the stand so you could say anything you wanted. I went for life sentences instead of the death penalty to give you time to actually tell me what the hell was going on!"

She was breathing heavily, heart breaking and reforming over and over again at what he was saying, what he was implying.

"I didn't assume shit," he said in a low voice, so close they shared air. "You didn't tell me anything."

Aelin's voice trembled as she croaked, "I tried."

He shook his head, letting out a breath of amusement. "No, you didn't. If this past week has proven anything, it's that you don't try to do anything, you do it. You didn't tell me anything, Aelin. You're still not telling me anything."

"I'm telling you to look again! I'm telling you you didn't look hard enough, because I left breadcrumbs only you could find, breadcrumbs that explain everything."

"Stop playing games with me!" he shouted, eyes flashing with a fresh wave of anger. "It's been eight years! Stop holding onto whatever secret you're holding onto and just tell me!"

Gods, she wanted to.

He was the one person she couldn't trust with this secret, this stupid, most important secret, and yet he was the also the one person she wanted to tell it to.

She opened her mouth to tell him, but what came out was, "I didn't kill them, Rowan. I promise I didn't kill them. I can't... I can't tell you anything else."

"Jesus, Aelin," he spat, pushing off the table and turning to leave.

"Just look into it," she called after him, fingers digging into the table to resist the urge to try and follow him. "I promise you can figure everything out, and you'll understand everything. Please."

She knew why, after all this time, it was so important for him to know the truth when that hadn't been her original plan.

It was because she'd spent eight years believing he hadn't tried, believing she hadn't been a good enough person for him to even look into the possibility it wasn't her.

And maybe it was because he was once again leaving her, or maybe it was because she felt like she was in that courtroom again, begging him to believe her, or maybe it was because of something she didn't even understand yet.

Regardless of the reason, she found herself saying, "I loved you, too, you know."

He looked at her with sad eyes that she was sure mirrored her own and shook his head. "Not enough, apparently."

"You don't believe that," she argued, shaking her head and trying to keep the building emotions down.

"If you'd loved me, you would've told me. You would've given me the proof, whatever breadcrumbs you're talking about. You wouldn't have let me watch them take you away."

"Rowan-"

"You wouldn't have thought, for a second, that I didn't try to fight for you. And you sure as hell wouldn't have waited eight years to do whatever it is you're trying to do."

"I had to," she whispered, even as she knew it wouldn't be enough.

She shook with the effort to not tell him everything, but even after all he'd told her and how everything had changed, she just couldn't. Not yet.

He stood at the door, watching her with those eyes she'd once thought looked like the most beautiful emeralds. "Sometimes I think about it, you know. What life would be like if I hadn't tried to fix your sink in the middle of the night."

She smiled sadly. "Me too."

Rowan shook his head, gaze taking in her face like he thought he'd never see her again.

He thought it was over now, she realized. He thought that now she knew he hadn't given up on her immediately, now that she'd told him the story she'd wanted to tell him, that it was over and she'd give up.

"Look again," she whispered. "You know I didn't do it. It's why you're here, why you kept looking after the trial ended. You know I wouldn't."

"Goodbye, Aelin," he said instead, not telling her any of the things she really wanted to hear.

It wasn't until the door shut behind him she finally let herself cry.

She'd told herself that it didn't matter; that in a month the truth would come out and everything would be normal again.

She'd told herself she was only messing with Rowan for revenge, not because she wanted to see him again or test that he'd find the clues she'd left for him.

She'd told herself this was just a game.

She'd told herself all sorts of things that turned out to be lies.

~~~

Part 3

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[northern-passage]

“you can tell the author was intending for it to be a Straight Relationship if you know what i mean” you’re absolutely right and you should say it thank you. like, i’m sure it’s super hard to write an if! i don’t think i could do it! but yeah, you can tell when authors are actually trying with the various romances versus… going through the diversity options for clicks ig.

yeah, hahaha, i'm glad you understand what i mean. i feel like every gay person has had that experience when playing a game... a very *looking into the camera like im on the office* moment.

it's something that could easily be fixed, too, imo... like it's really just the little things that make all the difference, but yeah most of these people don't actually care. like, i don't expect the romances to be Wildly different, obviously, they are still the same people, but there are some things that make me cringe as a reader when i see them. i think it becomes most prevalent in like... intimate scenes, if/when they are included, and you can tell this person has no idea what they are writing lmfao. and then stuff like that last anon brought up, where they just completely exclude certain lgbt identities because they refused to just pick up a single book on the topic.

more sinister examples would be like - choices is pretty bad for this - sidelining the gay characters, as well as the characters of color. now, personally, i don't think it's necessary for every RO/LI to have the exact same amount of "screen time" in each chapter, however, when i get to the end of the story it should have evened out... but a lot of times some ROs will literally just get less content, because the game spends all its effort on the white man RO, who has also been almost exclusively marketed as being straight even though he is romancable by all MCs. the marketing for choices, at least when i was last reading it (which to be fair was a long time ago) is painfully straight. it always is... until the company realizes they can make money off of the gay community.....

dragon age comes to mind as well, specifically sera, whose entire relationship quest consists of every other companion disapproving of the inquisitor being in a relationship with her. hello???? literally what were you thinking.... (bioware stop letting this man write your wlw characters oh my god) but this is why sensitivity readers are so important. like it literally takes just talking to one (1) gay person to fix some of this stuff.

obviously the racism from choices is an entirely different problem, and that's something other people far more qualified than me have already talked about, but it falls into the same thing of authors/game developers adding these characters just for the clicks and not because they actually want to add diversity to their story, and it's becoming more common now as, like i said, games realize they can make more money off of it.

at the end of the day i don't expect representation in games to be Perfect because that is not possible, again we already talked about it - everyone is going to have different experiences and connect with different portrayals - but damn..... at least try, you know? Make An Effort

[a-supernatural-writer]

hcs for poly! tlb with a fem! s/o who’s style is dark academia and is really blunt/logical and smart. she basically gives off a ‘mysterious, quiet, dark, critical’ vibe (she also doesn’t really know how to handle people who are extremely emotional and she doesn’t know how to soothe someone. she’s just really oblivious/clueless when it comes to others feelings). i’m so sorry if what i requested doesn’t make sense or if it was too much. i am seriously incapable of writing anything without making it look like an essay lmao. love your work btw 💕✨

Dark Academia Fem! S/O 

Poly Lost Boys x Fem reader

I had so much fun writing this! I love the dark academia aesthetic! And it made perfect sense and it wasn’t too much! Having a lot actually helps me expand and write more so thank you. And I’m the same, once I have an idea, I write a lot, so you’re all good! And awww!!! Thank you!!! 💗💗✨✨ I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy!

Okay, so you are very different compared to the large number of characters on the boardwalk. Your style consisted of button shirts, sweaters or turtle necks, dress pants or a plaid pleated skirts, cardigans or waistcoats, oxford shoes or even wire framed glasses if you wore them for seeing or just for the look. 

To say that you caught the boys attention would be an understatement. You seemed to stand out amongst the crowd and they became curious. You were a mystery to them and they love the challenge. 

Somehow, someway, after days or weeks later, you became good friends which soon lead to you dating four trouble making punks. It was tough on both parts, but it happened, and hey, you weren’t complaining. 

You were very blunt when you first met them, not really interested in them and more or less interested in the book in your hands. It took a lot of “accidental” run ins to even get you to hang out with them. 

You slowly opened up when they offered to take you out for dinner at a local diner. They’re constant joking soon had you letting out small, almost whisper-like giggles and tiny smiles that sent them into a frenzy. 

When you would start talking about yourself, your ideas of fun were different from theirs. You liked museums, opera houses, bookstores and going to theaters to see plays. The games you played were chess and cards, and the music you listened to was old. You were pretty sure they thought you were boring but you actually peaked their interest. 

After a while of being friends with them, they asked you out. You liked them and the only logical step was to see if you liked them the same way they liked you was to date them, so you said yes. 

In general, them having a girlfriend with a 1940s/1950s dark prep look was fun. David and Dwayne like it the most. Paul next, then Marko. 

David actually really likes picking out your clothing on most days. You have an extensive collection of clothing with material from cashmere to linen, all the colors consisting of browns, black, cream and even a little dark green. 

His favorite thing to put you in is trench coats. Doesn’t matter what color it is, he just likes seeing you in them. Also, there are a handful of times that he has MADE you wear his trench coat. Yeah it almost swimmed on you, but he thought it made you look cute and it fit in perfectly with your look. 

Dark academia isn’t only your style, but it’s your way of life. David is the one that plays chess with you. You had to reteach it to him and pretty soon, the two of you had your own little set up in the cave that was always ready for a game of chess. 

David is sort of like you… in a way when it comes to others feelings. But deep down he knows that he really likes you and tries to show it the best he can. He took you to a theater to see a play that you were constantly talking about and so he took you on a date. You being you, didn’t realize that’s what it was until he told it straight to your face. Let’s just say you were speechless for the next hour. 

Also, when it’s just the two of you, deep inside the cave where your nest is, classical music is playing from your record player. It could be Beethoven, Tchaikovsky or Mozart. Whoever it is, David is the one that will listen to it with you the most. I think he really enjoys classical music and he enjoys it even more if the two of you are cuddling in your bed. 

Occasionally Dwayne would join the two of you. You would be sitting in between David’s legs as Dwayne sat in between yours, his head leaning back against your chest. It was like a cuddle pile… cuddle train?? Whatever you wanted to call it, it was cuddling while the three of you relaxed listening to classical music. And it was darn cute. 

Dwayne loves listening to you go on and on about any books you were reading at the moment. Whether or not it was nonfiction or even about any type of history. He was down. He lived through a lot and he knew about half of the stuff you gushed on about, but for some odd reason, it never bored him when you talked about it. 

He would be the one to get you new books, leaving you sweet little notes tied to them. Of course you thought it was just him being nice and thanked him for it without thinking there was any romantic meaning behind it. Yeah he was one of your boyfriends but it never really crossed your mind that way. He would just shake his head at your obliviousness and give you a small peck on the lips. 

Don’t ask him why, but his favorite look on you is a light cream colored blouse with a plaid skirt and Mary Jane shoes. Dwayne is a leg man so… he’s very happy when decide to show off some skin if you decide not to wear knee-socks or stockings with it. Even if you did wear them, he would still be attached to your side the entire night. 

Like David, Dwayne would bring you out to a lot of places that were opened late at night. If there was an art exhibition in town or even a museum that was open late, just say the word and he will happily drive you on his bike. Heck, David might even tag along. 

Also, late night bookstore dates… oh my heart, it’s too sweet it hurts. There are times that he does have to throw you over his shoulder when the bookstore is closing and you're pretty much refusing to leave. When he does that, you just stay frozen over his shoulder, not knowing if you should be blushing or cursing at him for carrying you like a sack of potatoes. 

If anything, you and Dwayne connect very well. You’re naturally very quiet and so is he. Not much is said between you two but there's a mutual understanding that can’t be explained. While the others are out causing trouble, you and him are on the sidelines watching hand in hand or your reading and he's just staring at you as you do so. 

Paul and Marko kind of give you whiplash. They’re loud and rowdy and definitely 100% opposite from you. But they interested you. They had a very chaotic outlook on life which made you ask many questions. 

Paul found your look sexy. He’s horny and you give off preppy school vibes, he’s living for it 24/7. Constant teasing of you giving him ‘private lessons’ which results with you whacking a book against the back of his head. But it doesn’t stop the reddening of your ears which doesn’t make him stop.  

This man is also your designated jewelry expert. You only wear some accessories and they're very simple. So you are very surprised when Paul finds you jewelry that is your style and collects it for you. You like leather watches, guess what, he’s got it for you. You want some fancy victorian looking brooches, he’s got that too. Simple rings with a single jewel in the middle, expect constant ‘will you marry me’ jokes, but he gets you the best.

Also, he’s not overly big into your music selection. He does try to get you into his type of music, which you only like very few and far between. But when you do get him to listen to your type of music, it’s only if you agree to listen to his music the next night. You guys come up with a system and decide to switch every few nights. 

Each of the boys have their favorite look on you and Paul's is when you wear a button-up of any color with a simple black tie, a pencil skirt and a pair of Dr.Marten boots. He especially likes the tie… for reasons. God damn it, you know the reasons, get out of here. 

He’s a very affectionate boy and he finds your looks over confusion some of the cutest shit he’s ever seen. Probably the first one to tell you that he loves you and you honestly like glitched out. Did you feel the same way? Yes, but poor little thing you doesn’t say it right away, but Paul knows that you aren’t really used to saying things like that without warming up to it. Which is okay. He knows even if you don’t say it. 

He definitely steals one of your blazers to put pins on it. Marko helps, putting a few patches on it that they both know you would like. It’s the one item that stands out in all of your clothing and you will wear it if they ask you to. 

Marko definitely thinks the look is cute and it suits you very well, but why no color?! You wear dark colors but nothing bright like the colors that are on his jacket. He tries to slip in some colorful clothing into your everyday look, it never goes as planned but you give him an A for effort. 

He loves how dark you can be at times though. You want to go to a local graveyard just because? Sure! Let’s go! He’s your designated graveyard buddy. You have many date nights there, looking at all the different gravestones and finding it interesting when you jot down some names in one of your notebooks. 

Speaking of notebooks, you have many of them. They were filled with notes from books you’ve read, real life observations or even just some random poetry and short stories that you wrote. Marko would go through them a lot and even sometimes draw little doodles or rough sketches that were thought up from your writings. 

When you spend nights down at the Boardwalk, your go to drink isn’t a slushie or a milkshake or even a soda. It’s coffee or tea. Yeah, and only Marko knows your drink orders by heart. None of the others seem to remember them correctly which you thank them for trying but Marko has got them all beat. 

Marko likes seeing you in sweaters and in your trousers or linen shorts with chelsea boots. If anything, when the two of you are alone, just wearing a knit sweater and shorts were perfect for him. He likes how cozy and warm you look. He’s very happy when he cuddles you and you are warm. 

Now when they tell you that they’re vampires, you think that they’re joking. Vampires aren’t real, they’re a work of fiction. Yes there was a real man named Dracula, but there was no way that they were actual vampires. 

Then they showed you hard proof and then there was no denying it at that point. Instead of running away, you were fascinated. You wanted to understand your boyfriends vampire ways that lead to you conducting extensive research and a notebook dedicated to them. 

They showed you everything about them, how they feed, to which you didn’t bat an eyelash of watching them feed one night. You were one morbid chick but they saw that as a plus that you didn’t react. You had graveyard dates for crying out loud, nothing really surprised them at that point.

Flying came next and they had a lot of fun showing you just how high they could go with you in their arms. You never screamed at the height, you were too caught up in seeing the overhead view of the town. You could get used to seeing a view like that every night.  

Then came the other things; how they slept before you came along, what actually hurt them and what didn’t. There was one time that you stared at their vampire faces for hours because you were taking notes on how their facial features changed. 

Soon you had to stock up on more turtlenecks because of the many bite marks they would leave behind from feeding on you if the weather was bad one night. It wasn’t tough adapting to their occasional feeding. A lot of your clothing already covered up your skin so it was easy to hide from people on your nights out. 

Not too long after, they popped the question. Would you want to be a vampire? Live forever, never grow up? Be with them for all eternity? You didn’t really need to think about it for too long, you knew what your answer was and so did they even if you didn’t say it out loud. You loved your boys and not much would change.

When you did change, it was entertaining for them to watch. You soon started taking down notes about your progress, comparing and contrasting your experience to their own. 

To the eyes of many, you became even more dark and mysterious. You had an aura around you that drew people in, it’s what got you your four vampire boyfriends, only now, it brought in your meal for the night.