#Look. I'm an annoying person myself. But at the same time. You must also know there is consequences.

[delightful-69]

When you can't do murder irl or just physically really weak in-general

Imagine your oc doing the killing instead.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Prompt request- 6 and 18?

6. Why are you completely drenched?

18. Is he always like this?

I hope you like this!💜

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The store was quiet tonight. Usually, it was filled with young teens trying to decide what movie to watch or young couples in search of a good flick to put on. Now, it was quiet. The only noise audible was the static coming from the dozen television screens showing clips from several movies.

It was weird for it to be so quiet on a Friday night, but in all honesty, I couldn't really be bothered. Maybe if it stayed this quiet, I could go home early and have some time for myself. I sighed as I leaned on the counter, staring at the boardwalk. The sign on the door clearly said open - on the right side, I checked that one twice already - and even the door was propped open. The boardwalk itself was quite busy, but hardly anyone even looked towards the store. I sighed as I flipped through a magazine, finding the reason: some big-time artist was performing down the beach. That explained a lot. It would also mean that afterwards it would get busy.

"Jesus, you look like a walking depression!"

I looked up with an annoyed glare. Paul stood in the doorway, blocking any potential customer from entering.

"I do not. I look like an exhausted and bored customer service worker."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

I laughed, causing him to grin. He stepped into the store, a loud sloshing sound following him with every step he took. I frowned, looking at him.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing." He shrugged. I looked at him, then at his clothes and realised in the bright light of the store that he was soaking wet.

"Why are you completely drenched?" I asked, slightly panicking. Max would not be happy with this...

"I fell in the ocean."

"You fell? In the ocean?"

He nodded, jumping up to sit on the counter. I quickly pushed him off, earning an annoyed 'Hey!'.

"No, listen - you get the whole store wet, and I am the one that gets to clean it and gets to deal with an angry Max."

"He wouldn't get angry with you."

"He would, Paul. Either get out of the store or help dry everything off."

"I'll go!"

With that, he left, leaving a long wet trail behind. I sighed as I searched in the back for a mop and a bucket. That asshole. Sure, I was no longer bored, but I preferred being bored over cleaning up someone else's mess. I found the mop in the corner of the broomcloset and made my way back out on the floor. With an annoyed and tired sigh, I got to work, quickly cleaning up the wet footprints.

"Have you seen Paul?"

I jumped, almost kicking the bucket I'd used to empty the mop in over the floor. David stood in front of me.

"Hold on," I said as I grabbed the bucket and placed it on the counter, quickly calming myself down. It was a miracle how someone who wore that kind of boots could make so little noise.

"Well?"

"Yeah. He was here."

"What did he do this time?"

He must have picked up on my mood - although that wasn't that difficult to do. I motioned towards the - clean - wet floor and the mop leaning against the counter.

"Is he always like this?" I asked. Surely, he wasn't, right?

"Chaotic and an asshole?"

"You said it, not me."

"He is."

I nodded. It was good to know that I wasn't anything personal anyway.

"He's also very adamant to visit you every night."

"I see all of you each night." I countered - they always came in to bother Max.

"He comes in for you."

"Why?"

"Ask him. Not my thing to tell."

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "You're just as much an asshole as he is, you know that?"

David just grinned, a sudden unpredictability in his eyes. "I'm worse, darling."

I shivered. "Well, if you do find Paul, could you tell him to come back?"

David nodded as he lit a cigarette. I decided not to mention anything about it. That was a Max problem - if he didn't want anyone to smoke in his store, he should enforce that rule with the most problematic customers, and not the customer service worker working for a minimum wage.

He left the store, and I finished cleaning up Paul's mess. It got me wondering, though, why was he so adamant about coming here each night and talking to me? None of the other boys really paid much attention, but Paul? Besides the obvious tomfoolery in his act, he was quite sweet. One time, he'd gotten me dinner when he realised I forgot to eat. He always checked up on me, even stepped in one time when I had a difficult customer. And I always did like to see him. It did cheer me up. It did make me feel more relaxed. So, I thought to myself, if he comes in here and I ask him why and he tells me he likes me - maybe I actually like him too?

[meixstar]

heyy, i saw that your requests are open and i was wondering if i could please request fluff with sukuna, comforting the reader when they have a bad mental health day if its okay, thank you🩵

❥ Synopsis In the end everything will be fine, if just for a moment.

❥ Pairing Sukuna x Reader

❥ Content gn!reader, mentions of mental health, some swearing, fluff, slight angst to comfort, Sukuna being Sukuna

❥ Word Count 905

❥ A/N Thank you for your request, Anon! :) I should have done more research about mental health but I still hope this comforts whoever needs it right now. I'm also still learning how to exactly write characters and their personalities so please be patient with me, and give me some tips if you like c: Take care of yourself and enjoy!

♡ Finding Comfort in the Storm ♡

It was clear that today hadn't been the best day - not after oversleeping, missing an important deadline, and then once again getting yelled at by your boss.

Why did these things always have to happen to you?

Sukuna could tell that you weren't feeling well. Or at least he knew that something must be bothering you by the look on your face. Was he annoyed that you won't tell him? Definitely.

"Oi, what is it with you today?" He speaks in his deep voice as he watches you flop down on the couch beside him, face buried in the soft material. You just shake your head, not daring to meet his eyes while your own fill with tears.

Today had been really stressful, and now you just want to let go and let everything out.

"Don't play dumb with me, I know you're upset over something," he says gruffly, pulling on your arm to make you sit up. His fingers wrap around your wrist like a vice as he examines your face, trying to figure out what's going on behind those tears.

"I'm not," you answer in a weak attempt to stop him from further investigating. "Today's just been.. shitty." Sukuna raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your half-hearted response. "Save it, brat. You think I don't know when someone is lying to me? What's going on? Did someone bother you?"

The grip on your wrist tightens ever so slightly as he leans closer, his breath hitting your forehead. Finally, the tears are being spilled as they run down your cheeks. You desperately try to dry them with the sleeve of your sweater but to no avail.

He lets out a low growl under his breath, his expression darkening as he watches you cry, his gaze piercing through the tears, almost as if searching for the root of your distress. "Tell me." his demand is soft-spoken yet laced with an underlying intensity that brooks no refusal.

"I-I'm tired," quiet sobs leave your lips as you lower your head to flee his piercing gaze. "All week I've been just so tired. I can barely get out of bed, shower or find the motivation to eat. Work has been stressing me out as well. I just.. want to sleep."

His grip on your wrist eases, his touch gentling as he reaches out with his free hand to brush away the strands of hair clinging to your damp cheek. "And you thought you could handle it all on your own, huh?" a hint of amusement creeps into his voice, accompanied by a raised eyebrow, though his eyes remain fixed on yours, probing deeper.

You shrug weakly in a feeble attempt to respond to him. "I have to," you answer in a hoarse voice from your crying session. "But at the same time, I feel like I can't even take care of myself sometimes. I hate that feeling.."

A fleeting glimmer of curiosity flickers across Sukuna's face before he masks it with a neutral expression, his gaze never wavering from yours "So, you'd rather exhaust yourself than admit weakness and ask for help?" his words are laced with a subtle, probing quality, as if he's digging deeper into the recesses of your mind.

You let out a quiet sniff and wipe your nose with your sleeve. "What?" With a slow raise of your head, you come once again face-to-face with him. His expression is cold, yet there lies something else.. perhaps tenderness? Care? Who knows.

Sukunas eyes seem to bore into you, "You're still not getting it, are you?" he whispers ever so slightly. His breath dances across your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he inches closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You don't have to be strong all the time." that was.. unusual for him. Him? The King of Curses saying you should let your guard down?

Once again, your lips begin to tremble. But it's still so hard to do just that - being not strong when everyone, including yourself to be just that at any given moment. "Let go, just for tonight. Let someone else carry the weight of your heavy burden for once." his words are laced with a promise, a silent vow to be that someone who'll hold you together when everything seems to be falling apart.

"I'm tired.." a weak whisper into his ear as you slowly begin to calm down. Sukuna's lets go of your wrist, and he wraps his arms around you instead, pulling you close as he settles back into the couch, cradling you against his chest. "Then sleep. I've got you." his words are low, reassuring, and for once, devoid of any arrogance or condescension.

"Since when are you so good at comforting?" you let out a big yawn as the tiredness you so desperately tried to avoid comes seeping through.

A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates through his chest, making you feel the vibrations against your ear. "I'm not. I'm just good at manipulating people to get what I want." he murmurs, his hand stroking your hair in gentle, soothing motions. "And right now, I want you to relax."

A small smile forms on your face before you drift off into a peaceful slumber. Sukuna's gaze lingers on your serene face, his expression softer than usual, before he looks away. His eyes drift towards the window, where the first hints of darkness are creeping in.

♡ fanart from @xshuh90 on pinterest ♡

♡ divider by @benkeibear ♡

[parentsday]

Hiii! Since you asked about headcanons/analysis stuff:

There's a common interpretation on the fandom about Max's treatment of David in the early episodes coming, at least partially, from trust issues regarding adults/authority figures. And I've seen push back against it, too. People who say it's just because David is annoyingly positive. Nothing else.

And sure, I can see that. But Nikki also acts in a cheerful manner and mostly enjoys camp, and Max doesn't treat her with the level of rudeness he treated David in season one. This could be due to her being his little partner in crime, but idk. I always interpreted it as him thinking that David is some fake nice adult who will just let him down if he allows it.

And, while I was thinking about this, I realized how this interpretation of Max's behaviour towards David adds another heartbreaking layer to Parents day.

Max's perception of David started changing after Order of the sparrow, specifically after the "Somebody fucking has to" moment. For just a moment, the annoying, overly positive persona drops, and Max is able to see a nuanced human being. And it's clear that he starts understanding David a little more, because in Cult camp (literally the next episode), he allows himself to be brainwashed and trusts that David will save the camp (btw, we as a fandom don’t talk about this aspect of this episode enough).

So yeah, his perception of David changes for the better.

But then, parents day happens.

And David spends most of the episode being an absolute jerk, even if he doesn't realize it.

He pushes SO HARD to try and make the day perfect, basically ignores Max when he states that his parents aren't coming, gets way too serious about playing the role of Max's dad for the day, forces Max into the activities and then, at the end of a day that was already shitty for Max, he yells at him.

I think the context of Max's opinion on David finnaly becoming more positive makes this episode so much sadder.

Because it ceases to be just about Max's neglectful parents.

Now it's also about the closest thing he has to a trustworthy adult making him uncomfortable, ignoring his feelings and then yelling at him and telling him that he "has a bad attitude" and "brings everyone else down instead of trying just a little bit to have fun".

(Which are things he must have heard from adults before, if he behaves the way he does at camp in school and other places)

Remember in Friends like these when he said "Life's just one dissapointment after another. I can't belive I let myself forget it"? I think he might have had the same train of thought here: "I can't believe I let myself forget David is an asshole that only cares about impressing Campbell and making this stupid camp look good". Or: "I can't believe I let myself forget that every single adult thinks I'm a bad kid and a lost cause."

And I know it gets fixed quickly, with David apologizing shortly after, but still. I think the idea of Max being dissapointed at David in Parents day, even if it was just for some moments, is so good.

I also think this is the episode that comfirms to Max that David is genuinely a good person trying his best. He spent the entire day having to think about the fact that his parents suck, and then there's David, who is kind, apologizes for upsetting him and takes him to eat pizza and have a little heartfelt talk.

When was the last time his parents apologized to him, or cared about what he wanted/needed, or talked to him so gently?

The contrast between his parents and David is so big, and I think that's what makes Max finnaly go "Yeah, this guy isn't actually that bad."

(Sorry for rambling, omg.)

hi first of all thank u for an ask and such insightful one at it too !! this was an incredibly pleasant read and a lot of the stuff you say i personally find very good analysis of the show and agree with, however i do have some stuff to say abt it soo here we go ^-^ (this will be a long one so sorry about this in advance)

as i said in some previous reply, max is an incredibly peculiar guy when it comes to the way this show treats his trauma and the way he himself behaves as a result of it, and that’s by design! a lot of the thing he says and does in the first two seasons when it comes to david are there for reasons of narrative set up, and are later masterfully recontextualized by parents day later, leaving very little room for interpretation when it comes to how and why he operates. im gonna go out on a limb and say that i don’t think it’s a stretch to assume that most of his actions towards david in the early show stem from the childish born-from-trauma need for attention and also from his need for societal reinforcement of his own ego’s right to exist. when it comes to the first one i see most people agree (bc it’s a basic child psychology fact), but turn their noses in reference to the second one.

contrary to popular belief, max being in need of constant affirmation that he, as a person with little self value, deserves to exist next to other people is something that we see examples of constantly and is not a terrible part of his character that needs to be ignored. max is a neglect victim who from our knowledge is given very little attention by his parents, as a result of it he is a pessimistic asshole kid whose ego suffers from the very thing that made it this way. its in his strained relationship with nikki and neil, its in him arguing with david to put himself in the position of an adult, its him putting himself above others when it’s not needed and its in him putting his own egos safety first when time comes to accept that things are moving forward (two final episodes from both s3 and s4 are good examples of this). its not an inherently positive trait, but it is one okay for him to have by the virtue of being a young abused child with no support system, and denying it will leave him devoid of this characterization. in freudian (ugh) terms, we cannot separate his character’s superego from his id in a way that won’t harm the way he was intentionally written. Id, ego and superego are all influenced by our relationship with our parents, the amount of nurturing of a child's emotional and psychological needs parents does will result in the child’s psychological state forming a certain way, max as a character who is heavily reliant of his lackluster relationship with his parents is not devoid of this and it affects his relationship with david too. and the reason i’m saying all of this is exactly due to this.

david, when put in most simple terms, is a character who’s an adult figure present and mature enough in max’s current social position that it allows him to treat max as a child, something max is not used to. not used to to such an extent that it puts a strain on his ego in the process. david feeds his need for any form of attention, positive or not, just as much as he clips away at max’s need to be seen as socially important and in a position of an adult. it’s arguable if both of these are good or not but the main thing they are in relation to is obvious: max feels that being an adult who meets both of his psychological needs in ways that are unfamiliar to him makes david an untrustworthy person, thats exactly where you interpretation comes in clutch.

max and his behavior towards david cannot be separated from david being an adult, that is made clear with the way he treats nikki as an equal just because she is a person his age, despite her sharing a lot of david’s traits. going through the episodes you mentioned, order of the sparrow episode lets max see david perspective for the very first time. max is allowed to peek into the reason why david acts the way he does, however it alone doesn’t make him see david in a good light, if anything it makes him appear genuine in his actions. it also lets max have something for david that he didn’t have before: trust. it ends up being used in cult camp as a confirmation of it being something david can live up to (you are absolutely right, we really don’t talk abt this episode and it’s narrative weight enough). all of this has been adding onto the way max himself perceives david, parents day, however, lets both of them internalize the sentiment of mutual understanding towards each other together. parents day does this by lampshading max and david parallelism, making this whole episode consist of max seeing his parents in david just as much as david sees himself in max through the whole show and putting them in each others shoes by the end of it. the episode ends with david choosing max as a priority, he is still acting selfishly (once again david is an asshole) but choosing to do so towards max because the situation allows him to understand max the way s1 finale let max understand him. and with the final turning point in their dynamic, max understands that both his ego and need for attention can exist without them being reinforced by an adult treating him like he is an adult too. max was chosen as a priority for the very first time and that alone made him feel of more value than the treatment he initially yearned for would have. above all else parents day makes max see david as someone he can look up to as a person in emotional way, not only in a life or death situations, the shot of david from his perspective in the end making sure that we don’t miss it.

most of this is not me disagreeing with you, on the opposite i think a lot of the arguments you make are nice and are mindful interaction with the media. gold star for enjoying meta analysis to both of us i guess ⭐️. my main problem is, however, the fact that using all of this to basically say ‘maxs parents suck so he has a distain for david because of it’ is a heavy oversimplification that you somehow go against in your initial statement too and that i, personally, just don’t enjoy. this alone does not make your interpretation wrong though, if anything just reinforces your general idea into a more concrete argument rather than a collection of bits and pieces of evidence pointing to it. hope all of this made sense

tldr; man idk no summing up this one as to not take away from the overall statement im making with this. read the post 🫶

[engie-ivy]

(Wolfstar Meet-Cute with Fancy Guest Sirius and Waiter Remus!)

Read Part Two here

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When the best thing about a party is the waiter, it's either a very lame party, or a very appealing waiter. Or, as in this case, both.

There's Bound To Be Talk Tomorrow

Baby, it's Cold Outside - Frank Loesser

Sirius has to resist the urge to just lay his head down on the table and groan when Rabastan walks away for a moment to chat to the prime minister. The main course hasn't even been served yet and the evening already feels much, much too long.

“He's an asshole.”

Sirius looks up to see his table’s waiter having sat down on the chair next to him. Calloused hands, scars peeking out from under the collar of his shirt, floppy hair and a somewhat challenging look in his amber-coloured eyes.

Around them, people are milling about, dressed to the nines, seeing and being seen, exchanging polite conversation with existing connections and trying to make new connections, at the annual Christmas benefit gala dinner for high society's rich and powerful. Sirius can already see curious, and some scandalized, looks being thrown in their direction for an employee sitting down at one of the tables and talking to one of the guests. The waiter must also notice, but he doesn't seem to care, or even might enjoy causing a little controversy.

Sirius is intrigued.

He has been exchanging looks with the waiter all evening, it's actually the only thing that has made the evening bearable so far.

“I know things are unequally distributed,” Rabastan said. “Of course I have achieved everything by working very hard, but sometimes I think it's just so unfair that I'm also highly intelligent, well-spoken, and a naturally gifted businessman. I feel bad for those who don't have my skills and talent, but giving money to the poor will not solve anything. They will just squander it.” He shook his head. “No, I believe I'll help most by leading by example and giving advice based on my own successes.”

“Mmm,” Sirius hummed. “I don't think ‘let your dad make you CEO of his company’ is very useful advice to many.”

Sirius heard someone snort, and when he looked up, he saw the waiter quickly covering his mouth with his hand. They exchanged an amused look.

“Why would I have to pay for other people's health care?” Rabastan asked loudly, wine almost splashing out of his glass. “I take good care of myself! I spend precious time working with a personal trainer, I only let my personal chef prepare healthy meals, and I only eat at restaurants serving the finest organic foods.”

One of the women at their table looked at Rabastan with admiration.

Rabastan sat back in his chair, smirking. “If other people want to stuff themselves with fast food, it's their problem if they get sick. I'm not going to pay the prize.”

The waiter glanced at Sirius in a ‘is this guy for real?’ kind of way, and Sirius had just shrugged helplessly.

Rabastan lifted his glass. “I'd like to propose a toast! But not to myself, no. The excellent year I had, all my personal achievements, all my impressive financial gains, it all means nothing in light of the good cause for which we are gathered here tonight; the orphaned children.”

“Orphaned children,” Sirius repeated with a raised eyebrow. “You do know tonight is to raise money for children fighting cancer?”

Rabastan gave him an annoyed look. “Of course,” he said pointedly. “That's what I meant. When you give so much to so many charities all the time, you sometimes lose track.” He placed a hand over his heart. “I'm just such a giving person. It's my biggest flaw.”

Sirius almost automatically searched the waiter's gaze, and when their gazes met, they rolled their eyes at the same time.

Yet, Sirius hadn't expected the waiter to be so bold as to sit down in the vacant chair next to him the moment Rabastan’s back was turned, and talk to him like that.

“Your date, I mean,” the waiter says, as if Sirius might not have understood. “Your date’s an asshole.”

His refreshing straightforwardness, his ‘I don't care’-attitude, the challenge hidden in those eyes, it's… Well, it's damn hot, is what it is.

“I know,” Sirius agrees, taking a sip from his drink.

The waiter smirks. “So, is that your type then? Egocentric pricks?”

Sirius chuckles. “Not quite, no. It was my mother who insisted on this match.”

The waiter arches an eyebrow. “Does your mother always pick your dates?”

“This was a special case,” Sirius replies. “Her brother's daughter just got engaged to a Lestrange, so of course one of her children simply had to attend tonight's event with a Lestrange as well.” He rolls his eyes.

“You do know that you are allowed to say no to your mother, right?” The waiter asks.

“Oh, believe me, I do,” Sirius replies. “Going against my family's wishes is actually one of my specialties, but in this case I decided to oblige.”

“How so?”

Sirius nods towards a couple a few tables to the right and the waiter turns to look.

A young man with features similar to Sirius’, but shorter and slightly thinner, with also shorter hair, styled in an old-fashioned haircut, is talking to another young man, with blond curly hair and a face that seems permanently flushed. They seem not to notice anything else in the room, leaning towards each other with similar smiles on their faces, talking animatedly.

“Cute,” the waiter states.

“My younger brother, Regulus,” Sirius says. “He got asked by Evan Rosier to attend tonight's event together, and he was just over the moon. I knew that our mother wasn't going to let go of the idea of one of her children attending with a Lestrange, and that if I would say no, she would ask Reg, and he has never been as good as I am in telling our parents no. He definitely would've agreed for some stupid reason as ‘placing the family's interest above his own’ or something like that, even though it would've killed him to turn down Rosier.” Sirius shakes his head. “I decided to give Reg this one night with Rosier that he had been so looking forward to, and the only way I could, was by agreeing to attend with Rabastan Lestrange myself.”

“And here I was thinking you just had awful taste in men,” the waiter says. “But there's actually some noble, self-sacrificing reason behind it.”

“It's just one night of sitting in a chair eating fancy food,” Sirius says. “Not much sacrifice.”

“Well, I couldn't do it,” the waiter says, glancing at the many rows of cutlery on the table. “Sitting next to him with so many knives within hand's reach. I would've stabbed him by now.”

Sirius chuckles. “I admit I came close to jabbing a fork in his hand at one point, but I feared I would hit my own leg, as his hand happened to be positioned on my thigh at that moment.”

The waiter makes a face. “I'm sorry.” Then he looks at Sirius with a sincere expression. “Listen,” he begins a tad awkwardly. “You definitely don't strike me as some damsel in distress and I'm sure you can take good care of yourself and don't need to hear this from me, but I hope you're not letting him bring you home? I know it's none of my business, but I don't like the way he's looking at you, and he seems like the type of person who's not used to being told no. I don't like the idea of you being alone with him.”

“Don't worry,” Sirius says, tapping his glass of water. “I made sure I have my own ride. I drove here on my motorcycle.”

“Motorcycle?” The waiter groans, placing a hand over his heart. “God, just when I thought you couldn't get any hotter.”

Sirius barks a laugh.

The waiter tilts his head and smiles while looking at Sirius. “I like your laugh. I didn't hear you laugh like that before.”

Sirius, who can't even recall the last time he blushed, feels his face flush. “That's because it's my real laugh. And Rabastan told me not to laugh like that in public. He says I'll embarrass him, and that it makes me sound like a barking dog.”

The waiter frowns. “Like… that's a bad thing? I mean, can you imagine a better sound than a barking dog?”

Sirius barks another laugh.

“That's two,” the waiter says. “Two times I made you laugh your real laugh. Take that, Rabastan. You know,” he leans forward smiling at Sirius. “I think, given the chance, I can increase that number.”

“What do you mean?” Sirius asks.

“How about we just get out of here together?” The waiter asks.

“Really?” Sirius asks, and then he smirks. “Didn't you just warn me against being alone with a man who might have an ulterior motive?”

“Ah,” the waiter says, holding up a finger. “I said a man who isn't used to being told no. I, however, am very much used to being told no!” Then he cringes at himself. “Good god, did I really just try to flirt with a cute guy by emphasizing how used I am to being rejected?”

Sirius barks a laugh again.

The waiter says nothing, just holds up three fingers.

Sirius shakes his head, but he can't suppress the smile on his face. “You'll lose your job.”

The waiter shrugs. “It's a shite job, with shite pay.”

“Still,” Sirius says. “You'll give it up for someone you know nothing about?”

“I know that I want to hear that laugh more often,” the waiter says. “As for the rest? I'm willing to take a risk.” He holds out his hand. “So, what do you say? Is it too much of a cliché for me to sit on the back of your motorcycle with my arms wrapped around you, while we drive off into the night together?”

It will undoubtedly be stupid. The waiter will lose his job, Sirius will get in all sorts of trouble with his family, and they don't even know each other's name. Yet, there's something about the man that Sirius finds himself unable to resist. “It is a terrible cliché,” Sirius agrees, while still reaching out to take the man's offered hand. “But I guess I can appreciate a good classic.”

Now with a Part Two!

[aqours]

ok i REAAAAAALLY need to make a dedicated sideblog for this shit now i realize bc this game is gonna fucking fully get me dragged into this discourse so i'm gonna make an active effort to stop putting these on main, but i can't see myself saying more beyond this in general but ANYWAAAAYS

so i recently made this post about the cognitive dissonance regarding this game and people using fucking CALL OF DUTY a game that is more or less a recruitment drive to make the US military look cool and try to get kids to join up and that GTA's wanted system is actually NOT rewarding you or something to try to play a dick measuring contest with coffin but this interaction really interested me and i wanna talk about it bc i just blocked them after they refused to answer the last question but this is a very specific kind of gaslighting tactic i'm very familiar with from my own days as an anti

i think p much all of us who are used to engaging with this discourse are used to like y'know, being called awful horrible disgusting things. this is not the first time some fucking weird random person came onto my content asking me if i was a kid didler or wanted to fuck my brother. ain't gonna be anywhere near the last time either folks, but i and Lord God knows that's not the case so i don't care what a rando on the internet says but here's the thing: you can't "win" this, but they want to win it. no matter what you say you are the absolute worst kind of dreg of society that should be shot behind a barn and no amount of anything would work. if i actually pulled a list of sourced all that would have happened was they would've doubled down on calling me an inc*s*ious p*d* that I would be willing to use articles probably written by "people like me." because YOU don't care about "winning" this argument, you just wanna get the facts out on your end. it's a catch-22 folks, nothing you say will get you out of it!

i started by calling them a karen, they immediately escalated the living FUCK out of it and tried to trap me in this catch-22 to keep feeling morally superior to me. me saying i don't have such desires and never will isn't enough because i like this game. nothing but me renouncing it will change it.

but here's the thing about antis- they fucking HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE it when you turn it on them. look at the difference. look at the difference between they were the one throwing the catch-22 at me vs. the other way around. what about you? you just came onto my post to harass me, so i'll say it back. how about you? are you just accusing me of these horrible things because you are projecting your thoughts on me? you told me to get a therapist: so maybe you're the one that needs help if so!

violent video games must encourage violence, riiiiight? and you support it because it's violent. Game of Thrones had in*e*t in it so everyone who likes it also is the same. and Demon Slayer, where the pfp is from is violent, so you support it. the main protag's little sister also gets a superpowered form where she gets physically older and a tits out kinda look. so clearly YOU want to see your sister in the same way, right?

and it went as expected. you can see the tone going from smug jerking off with a shit-eating grin to just annoyed while smelling their own farts like it's a rose. and the moment i started doing the same uh i got NO fucking answers and they stormed off. i waited half an hour for a response before blocking them

so why am i typing up this walltext? because i used to be an anti. i fucking guarantee you i would've called everyone who liked this game [insert horrible things] like 7-9 years ago. so let me tell you, you know what pisses off antis more than anything? more than ANYTHING? turning this catch-22 bullshit on them. this is the only way you can end this miserable conversation without blocking them.

it's all one-sided bullshit and the moment you turn it on an anti it IMMEDIATLY shuts it down. this fucker KNEW the answer and you know it. so i wanted to share that, if you ever struggle with this shit: well the best thing you can do is block them and to give a fuck about winning their imaginary argument, but this is the only way to make the headache end otherwise. just throw the catch-22 right back and that's the end. thanks for reading!

[nidhi-writes]

CHAPTER - III | Villain's Love

MASTERLIST

one | two | three

They say time stops when you are sad, confused, or thrown into the reality that all your shared moments with someone you thought was your real love turned out to be a nightmare. I shook my head. I must be seeing things. That is not my Anbu. He is a kind, sensitive, and lovely person, I thought to myself. He is a Kabadi coach and should be at home having a good night's sleep for his training tomorrow, not be out here trying to hurt and threaten innocent people.

But I stop myself. No matter how well I know Anbu, over the last few months, he has never shown me his family or taken me to his place to introduce me to his friends/team. Also, whenever I bring up the subject, he constantly changes it. I gulp down and once again look outside to see the same face but with no trace of love or care; instead, it is filled with anger and the one that would cause hurt to innocent people.

My feet took me to the corner, where I laid my back against the pillar. My eyes looked around aimlessly, and a chuckle left my mouth. I shook my head, and tears spilt. My chuckles turned into whimpers. But quickly, I hid it and saw Tamizh walking in my direction. I shook my head. I will not show weakness or be that girl who fears the monster.

"Is everything alright, Akka?" I nodded at Tamizh and smiled softly.

The phone's sharp ring echoed in the station's tense silence. Everyone turned around to see Napelone speaking. We all surrounded him, hoping we would find a way out of this. More probably now, I want to leave and never meet the one who broke my heart.

As we all followed him to the stairs, where the prisoners were kept, my heart was beating faster.

"Sir, all are here", Napelone spoke as he asked and dialled another number, and that's when I felt goosebumps rise; it was his voice, but I couldn't find a trace of him. As they negotiated, I felt the eyes on me, but I quickly shook it off.

"Open the gate," Napelone asked the boys. Tamizh and I clutched our arms together. My mind was screaming, What if Anbu sees me here? Would he let me go? Would he let Tamizh and her friends leave here unharmed? How can we trust the promise of these thugs?

"Sir... " I started, but before I could finish, he got a call, and this time, I felt the tension rising in the air much more than before. As Napelone asked everyone inside the cell to reveal their names, one person stood far away in the dark only to slowly walk near. I felt his eyes I felt and before I knew it, I found myself backing away, ensuring Tamizh was secured behind me.

Just as the chaos started, the constable shouted to close the main door, and the prisoner inside tried to get hold of the constable and threatened us to throw in the cell keys.

"Throw the keys," he whispered. But I stood there shooting my head; no matter what, the keys should not reach them.

"Throw the keys!!" His shout caused Tamizh and me to shudder, but I threw away the keys in the opposite direction and went down with Tamizh to see that the doors were closed now.

We all sighed in relief; that's only to be lived short.

***

"I can't; I'm too scared," Tamizh whispered, making me feel bad for her. She was too young and vulnerable for this situation, so I had to step in and be the adult.

"Hey, look at me. Nothing is going to happen, and I am here, okay?" She nodded, and I felt myself shaking my thoughts off Anbu and only concentrating on the matter.

Meanwhile, the boys and constable Napelone planned to set up a speaker to play loud music to distract and annoy the goons, and it seemed to work, as we all could feel their irritation and struggle.

"Good job," I patted their shoulders, and they smiled.

"I am thirsty", Tamizh spoke, and I nodded, "I look for water" I informed the others and went to get some water, "God, this station, with no water!" I snarled as I finally found a water purifier and filled the Tumblr nearby. However, just as I was about to reenter the hall area, the music stopped, and my heart struck at my throat as I watched from behind the pillar to see Anbu walk down the stairs and inhale some power; I scrunched my eyes to see what happens as my legs glued to the spot denying from moving any further.

"You have all done wrong and will be doomed." His words made me shudder, and just like that, he started beating the boys. I couldn't even think what to do, but in the end, I gulped down as I saw Tamizh stuck in the middle. I found myself to be a little brave, so I launched myself from behind. Tamizh threw me her dupatta, and I tied his hands and legs together, stopping him from moving.

"Hey, who is it? I will kill you," Anbu yelled as I held his throat in between my elbows, stopping him from moving his head. I nodded at Tamizh to go upstairs to prevent anyone from entering again, which she did swiftly; the boys came to my rescue and held Anbu as he struggled.

He still doesn't know that I am the one who bound him to this position, and the fear of him identifying with me makes me feel even worse.

"I will kill you all; note it down" He once again spoke in his voice, which was influenced by whatever he took at the stairs; it might be drugs, I think. And a disgust swept through me.

The Anbu I loved is dead and before was a man with no morals and empathy.

As all the since false again, Tamizh called me "Nila Akka." I froze as I saw Anbu's back straightened as he tried to look behind. I kept my eyes on him as I reached Tamizh to hold her. But that was my mistake, and at that moment, I felt his eyes. Even under the influence, he could sense me, and his lips pulled upwards as his eyes held anger and something else.

"Nila.." He whispered, causing others to look at him as I gulped. But before he could continue, the scream from Tamizh's friend got all our attention; my eyes widened as the goons got one of the boys and started to threaten us from behind the door as they kept a knife around the boy's neck.

"Noo..No", Tamizh's scream caught my attention as I could see she was scared for this boy.

"Anbu!" they shouted, causing me to look at Anbu with a leading look, but at that moment, I couldn't find any human in the man before me.

"Kill him. They have beaten me, and you guys are still waiting!" He shouted, causing me to gasp. "No. No, Anbu, stop it!" I cried, but none has been heard through his ear nor registered to him.

And just like that, the lifeless body of the young man fell. All I could hear was Tamizh's scream and cruel laugh from the monster before me.

"Should have listened to me; seems you guys learned a season", Anbu whispered as he turned his head to face me. "Just like your pathetic friend Sekar did while he begged for his life" I heard nothing after that, and my eyes held tears, and my heart burnt with anger; the image of Sekar blurred my vision.

"You monster", I whispered as I saw Napelon carrying a heavy object. I immediately took it from his hand, and before I knew it, I hit square in Anbu's jaw; the man I loved and thought my protector turned into my nightmare, and to protect myself and others, I had to end and make him suffer for his sins.

My eyes watched Anbu's falling as he took his last breath. I yelled as my throat turned into sore.

Tamizh held me as everything around us became the worst dream we ever hoped for.

It seemed in that moment I had lost my Anbu way before then I killed him, as the man who I ended was not anything like the Anbu I know. We all started to leave as an unnamed man appeared and guided us. Tamizh looked at her friend's body; I made an oath that I would never look back at the body of the monster that was lying in the middle. I know nothing of him, and I killed all my love that was in my heart the same way I killed him.

***

2 years 3 months, I started aimlessly out of the window to look into the snowfall that began to fall

After the traumatic experience, I transferred myself to the farthest place possible; I am currently in Theog, Himachal Pradesh.

I sighed as I drank my hot chocolate and twirled the locket Anbu presented me; I could not ignore it. I had to distance myself from the known place where I had all the memories, which burned me to the core. As I settled in the new area and started my job at the nearest government hospital, I became busy and did not have much time to think about the past.

Today seems much more challenging as I struggle to let go of his memory. But at last, I gave in, snapped the chain out of my neck, and threw it into the drawer, where I never have to look in.

"I should start going," I whispered. Just before I left, my cell phone rang, and I checked to find it was Officer Joshy. I am glad of some of the people I got close to here.

"Hello, Joshy. Is everything alright?" But, the news I received put me in alert mode.

"No, you have to come quickly to the hospital. Hyena attacked people." I jumped at the news and quickly went out, locking my door as I started my car.

"Okay, is the situation under control?" I asked, hoping that civilians were out of danger.

"Yes, luckily, Parthi got it", I sighed and smiled; another family I got here, Mr.Parthiban and his wife, quickly became my closest people here.

"Lucky for us, I will be there in 15", I whispered.

Here comes my duty, and my day has just begun. With me here, nothing can make me go back to my old life.

THE END Beginning...

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[alicedehorner]

☆Chapter 1: The Crystal Sphere ☆

[4 Last]

"Mr. Horner, do you want us to follow you on foot through the forest?" ―asked one of the subordinate bakers with weapons in his hands.

―It's not worth it― he responded, raising his hand as a sign to stop his men. ―We retreat, a crystal sphere is not worth my time― and so, he and his others few bakers boarded the vehicle to drive to Lil' Jack's Horner Pie Co.

I walked to a safe area in the forest, removing my hood to be more alert and sitting on a rock, taking the crystal sphere out of my bag; It was huge, bigger than my head to see it and make sure it was in good condition. "How does this thing work?" I asked, turning it around without seeing anything in particular, I put it back in my bag to walk again, while I did so I saw the landscape, it was a forest of reddish colors and where I could hear many birds, after a while I stopped when I heard a river, walking near the shore I found a perfect place to create a quick camp and look for some food, I saw one big enough among the trees, walking backwards while I saw it and running in its direction while gaining momentum to climb, once at the top I realized that it was just as I imagined, its thick branches and grandeur were perfect to create a small bed and place my bag, once installed I took out the glass sphere again to see it.

"Maybe I should just say what I'm looking for," I said to myself. "Crystal sphere, show me Jack Horner," and when I asked, the sphere through a dense purple mist showed him to me, his face serious as he looked out a window. , was in his carriage, surely heading to his factory again. A faint smile left my face, the dial was working. "I must look for something to eat before it gets dark," I said, coming down from the tree and leaving my bag on top, carrying with me only my bow and some arrows, looking at the sky, it was getting dark. He turned in his seat from one side to the other, tired of being inside the carriage for so long, it was almost there judging by the structures outside, the same ones in the town around his factory, the gray and red environment that he remembered and what seemed like storm clouds in the sky. "So much time on this damned trip for nothing," he said with crooked eyes, speaking to himself. "All because of that silly girl," he said, remembering his meeting with me. "Mr. Horner, we have arrived," one of the bakers announced through He opened the door to go downstairs without saying anything, blurring the first drops of rain and with a noticeably annoyed expression he walked in silence to his office, also known as his trophy room.

"I don't want anyone to bother me," he warned an employee before entering, slamming both doors. Once alone, he walked with both hands on his back, watching the rain fall through his stained glass window. He was upset, almost furious. Normally he didn't get involved. In the search for magical objects, it was easier to pay a bounty hunter and have the object practically at home, rarely did he go into the odyssey of searching for it personally unless it was really important or valuable, and the crystal sphere was. For him, an object capable of displaying everything you want would undoubtedly be a valuable acquisition; I would be. "Damn stupid girl," she shouted, hitting the desk to sit in her chair, the night was falling and the work day was ending. "Mr. Jack Horner, can I come in?" "I look back at the door, remembering how I passed by to talk about something, in those days I looked different, my hair was a little longer, brown and I wore glasses, dressed in the company uniform as always." Sorry to interrupt, I was coming. to let you know that the first batch of the day is ready―

He stood around the desk, and walking to the entrance, about to open the doors. “I know what time my company's first batch is,” he blurted out, annoyed without seeing me. A few knocks brought him out of his memories. "Mr. Horner, all the employees have left and I was coming to deliver my report for the day," said the head baker, leaving a sheet of paper on the desk. "You can withdraw," he sent it off without much importance to hear the door close again, looking at the desk he took the sheet in his hands to read it, the number of lots, sales of the day and one or another unimportant record, he left the hopefully again, seeing his objects slowly, shelf by shelf until he reached an empty place, where a base for the sphere lay, he stopped to take the base and throw it with force, leaving it buried in a wooden part of the wall.

I watched the fire calmly, leaning on a large stone hugging my cloak. It wasn't very cold, but the atmosphere was definitely cool. How my life had definitely changed in such a short time, wandering aimlessly through many places, without tempting any like mine, not since that time. I felt a tightness in my chest, memories coming and going day after day, of things that no one remembered but me. I got up to put out the bonfire and make sure there was nothing left to cause a fire, I climbed the tree again and lay down, taking out the glass sphere again. "Show me Jack Horner" and doing the same as the previous time, the image of the violet-haired man appeared in front of me, sitting at his desk while writing something, he looked tired, upset, and fed up. I saw the scene in the darkness of the night with my face illuminated only by the light of the sphere. “Jack,” I whispered, imagining being there with him, in that same office again.

“We'll see you soon, Mr. Horner,” I whispered before falling into a deep sleep.

[theloveoffootball10]

sᴛɪᴄᴋᴡɪᴛᴜ - ᴛ ᴡ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ʏ s ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ

m a s t e r l i s t

sᴛɪᴄᴋᴡɪᴛᴜ - ᴛ ᴡ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ʏ s ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ

"I love waking up with you and having you with me" Lando says playing with my hair as I wake up in his arms. I still can't believe I'm in his apartment in Monaco.

"I would say the same if you didn't snore" I say with a smirk.

"I'm sorry baby" as Lando buries his head in my shoulder I run my fingers through his hair.

"Don't worry about it, I know you can't help it even if it's the most annoying thing in the world. I think I'd rather have you talking in your sleep"

"You must be the first person to ever say that. What should we do today?" Lando asks and I'm so pleased he has time off today, I have to work tomorrow but knowing I can spend the evening with him makes all of the difference.

"I'm not bothered what we do. I'm happy just to spend time with you" I don't need anything elaborate from Lando, cliché as it may sound I just want his time.

"We could have a chilled morning then go for a late breakfast?" I agree with Lando as I settle into his arms. Picking my phone up I mindlessly scroll through social media eventually ending up on TikTok for what feels like hours "What you watching?" Lando asks looking over my shoulder as I stop to watch a video.

"Just an edit of your Miami win"

"Are you getting emotional?" Lando asks with a slight laugh.

"I always do. I think because the memories of that full trip are so amazing when I see an edit it takes me back there" Miami was special for both of us for many different reasons but it will forever remain one of my favourite trips. 

"Miami was incredible. Making you my girlfriend was probably the best decision I've ever made" 

"What if I'd turned around and said I didn't want a relationship when we had that conversation on the yacht?" I ask putting my phone down to turn my full attention to Lando.

"Lets be honest baby you weren't ever going to say no. It's worth saying yes for the sex alone" 

"But I could've had the sex whenever I wanted it anyway. You weren't ever going to turn me down girlfriend or not. However on that note I'm going to get dressed because I'm starving and you need to show me around Monaco" I say getting out of bed making my way to Lando's bathroom.

"Why do I need to show you around Monaco? Your dad lives here part time so I know you've been before" Lando asks confused. 

"I want to see your version of Monaco. I want to see what home is for you outside of your apartment" walking into the bathroom I take my time showering and doing my make up before pulling on some clothes. As I look around Lando's apartment while I wait for him I'm amazed at all of the memorabilia he has, he has some stunning helmets from over the years. 

"Have you got a favourite?" Lando asks making me jump. 

"I like this one" I say running my finger tips long the yellow and blue Monaco helmet.

"That one is from Formula 2 the second time I got to race here in 2018" 

"There's just something about it that makes me feel drawn to it. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah I'm ready. I'm also starving now as well" as we leave Lando's apartment, I decide I want to walk. Lando might have one of the most impressive car collections but there's a charm to Monaco and I like to take it in by walking the streets. Walking hand in hand with Lando there's no hurry to be anywhere in particular but it's nice to do something normal that isn't racing related. I feel like we're just normal people and not known by millions of people throughout the world. Finding a seat in the cafe facing the harbour I take in the view. 

Monaco is one of the most beautiful places I've ever been, every time I come here I fall a little bit more in love with the country. Thinking back to my conversation with Liv, I could definitely see myself living here. It would be a totally different lifestyle to what I'm used to but I could adjust, I can picture myself working throughout the day, going home to Lando when he's not travelling and travelling with him at every given opportunity.   

"Thank you for bringing me here. It's the first time I've been here but it's beautiful and the food sounds insane" I say skimming over the menu, everything sounds so good. 

"You wanted to see my version of Monaco and this is it" leaning my head on Lando's shoulder I watch everyone around me feeling so content with my life, I know I couldn't wish for more if it tried. 

"Lando I thought it was you! it's so good to see you!" I look up hearing the most annoying female voice I've potentially ever heard. 

"Hi Hannah" Lando says bluntly and I get the impression this isn't a conversation he wants to have. 

“You look so good! Winning races certainly makes you more attractive, I'd let you take me on dates again especially the way you're performing lately" I feel Lando's hand reach out and rest on my thigh, I know he's trying to keep me calm and stop me reacting but this bitch has gone to far. 

"Excuse me? Do you want to repeat that?" I try not to make a scene but from the look on Lando's face I can tell he knows I'm about three seconds from snapping. 

"I said Lando can take me out again. I'd take him back now he's winning races" 

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You have no right to come over here and start talking to Lando like that" I don't want to be the psycho girlfriend but christ this man knows how to pick them! 

"Baby she's not worth it" Lando says to me completely ignoring Hannah's presence. 

"And who are you? The new assistant?" Hannah asks looking me up and down. 

"You wish. I'm the girlfriend and if you come over here talking to my boyfriend like that again you'll find your gold digging arse in that harbour behind you" I don't stand up out of my seat as much as I want to, I know it will drag unwanted attention to us. 

"Lando are you going to let her talk to me like that?" Hannah asks looking at Lando expecting him to defend her. 

"Hannah what do you expect? You've came over here interrupting us and you've disrespected my girlfriend so to be frank with you, yes I'm going to let her talk to you like that. There hasn't been an us for at least a year and there never will be again I'm more than happy with Lucía and it's about time you left us alone" 

"You're making a mistake keeping that slag over me"

"That's rich coming from a gold digging trollop. Just walk away and save the tiny amount of dignity you have left because you're only making yourself look the fool. Now off you pop or like I said you'll be going for an unexpected swim" turning my attention back to Lando I hear Hannah let out a huff before stomping in the heels she can't even walk in. 

"It's so attractive seeing you get so defensive. I'm sorry she interrupted us" Lando says running his thumb across my cheek. 

"Lando I'm going to defend our relationship to anyone and I'm not going to let people like her behave like that. Our relationship means everything to me but just so I'm prepared how many crazy ex's do I have to deal with in Monaco? You really know how to pick girlfriends mind! They’re all crazy, me included” I ask with a raised eyebrow. I'll argue with anyone who tries to come between me and Lando. 

"There's been a few girls, not loads but there's only been like one in Monaco who made official relationship. I saw through Hannah straight away and knew she was only in it for the money and to try and become an influencer, that's when I ended everything with her" 

"I'm pleased you did because she is mental and that means I get to call you mine" leaning over I kiss Lando gently. I want everyone to know he is my man and I'm here to stay. 

"I'm yours Lu, you don't ever have to question that. I'm completely committed to you, if I wasn't I wouldn't have asked you to be my girlfriend. Can I take you somewhere tonight? It'll be completely chilled and we won't be around anyone" Lando asks causing me to frown wondering what he means.                 

"You can take me anywhere Lando. Do I need to change or anything?" I ask trying to decipher what he might be planning. 

"No you don't need to change. You look beautiful as always" 

"Thank you" kissing Lando again my mind is going at one hundred miles an hour as I try to think what we're going to end up doing. 

A matter of hours later I'm in the passenger seat of Lando's Porsche as he drives through the streets of Monaco. The streets become quieter as Lando continues to drive however it isn't too far from his apartment but I feel like it's only the two of us in the world. Looking around I notice we're at the beach which is practically empty and it looks beautiful. As I lean against the wall in front of me I feel Lando wrap his arms around me from behind. 

"Thank you for bringing me here it's beautiful" leaning head back into Lando I take in the sunset in front of me. 

"I wanted to bring you here to show you one of my favourite things about Monaco. I love having you here and staying with me rather than us being in hotels. I know our relationship is real but it makes it feel that little bit more real having you in my home" 

"I get it Lando, I felt the same having you at home with me. I like how we have some time to be in one place and not have to leave a hotel after a couple of days. Can I ask you something?" I ask turning to wrap my arms around Lando's neck as I play with the curls at the ends of his hair. 

"You can ask me anything" 

"I'm going to a family friends wedding on November 9th and I've been told I can bring a plus one, will you be my plus one if you're free?" I feel more nervous to ask Lando to come to a wedding with me than I've ever felt. Something about going to a wedding together feels huge.  

"Of course I'll come with you, I'm honoured you'd ask me" 

"Lando babe there's no one else I'd consider asking. It's not a race week and there will be a load of my friends there but I didn't know if you'd have birthday plans that weekend" I know the wedding is only a few days before Lando's birthday and I can't expect him to change his plans for me. 

"I don't have birthday plans yet but I'd change them for you" looking up at Lando I know I can't hold back anymore. I love this man with my whole heart and I need to tell him.  

"Lando?" I question not taking my eyes off Lando. 

"Are you okay?" 

"I'm more than okay. I just want to tell you something" taking a deep breath I look into Lando’s eyes the multitude of different colours looking back me full of curiosity “I love you Lando Norris. I can’t imagine my life without you, you make every day better just by being you”

“Lucía..” Lando trails off his forehead resting against mine “I love you. I was waiting for the perfect moment to tell you but you beat me to it” Lando tells me closing the gap between us. His kiss is soft but it makes my whole body tingle. I can’t believe this man is mine. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. For some it will seem too soon to be throwing the love word around but my feelings aren’t going to change, I’m only going to fall for him more.

landonorris

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landonorris Late night drives and Monaco sunsets with my girl ❤️ the perfect end to a perfect weekend esmelucia

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esmelucia 🥹❤️

user189 not only is he calling her my girl again he's tagged her this time 🥹

↪️ user832 little Lando Norris is in love. We need a photo of them together! 

user033 I'm more amazed Fernando is letting this happen and he hasn't killed Lando yet

↪️ fernandoalonso my daughter is an adult she's capable of making her own decisions and Lando is a good man

↪️ user038 we love a supportive dad 😭

↪️ esmelucia te amo papá 🥹

[joshriku]

ages ago i asked for prompts on twitter and i think ava had requested cherik + bodyswap, and i forgot i wrote that til i found it looking at my files so i figured i'd also post it here ages later lol it's too short for ao3! but perfect length for tumblr.

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“I don't know how you do it,” says Charles. 

His voice—it's Erik's, no doubt. Words coming from his mouth, his body. His body, that Charles is currently inhabiting. 

“Do what?” asks Erik, with—with his voice, God damn it. This whole situation is so strange. 

It's supposed to wear off in a few hours, said the other teachers. Just a mutant learning to control their powers, nothing else. But now Charles is Erik, and Erik is Charles, and it's been the most insanity-inducing hours of his life. They haven't left Charles' room, as they decided to spend this ordeal as quietly as possible: in bed, reading. 

“This. Alone with your thoughts,” Charles says. “I'm miserable. And overstimulated, even though I am not doing anything. It's…” 

So much. His skin is prickly, impossible to touch. He can sense the clock ticking—not just the one inside the mansion, but everyone's. Phones buzzing or vibrating. The kitchen. Jewelry. The televisions. The satellites. The cities further away. The core of the Earth—

Erik takes his hand. Charles takes a moment to note how different his own hand is, when he's being touched—this is not comforting. So many times he's held someone, held a student, tried to comfort them with a gesture. And now that he's being comforted by his body—God, he should never be close to people.

“Breathe in,” Erik tells him. “Narrow your focus to one thing. Try your wheelchair.”

It's such a big power. To narrow it to something so small like his wheelchair feels like an impossible task, but then he notices a little helping hand: it's sloppy and careless, but the undeniable sensation of a telepathic push. Erik’s not good at it—good God, how is he holding up with all those voices?—but he’s good enough to guide Charles to his objective.

His body slumps against the bed, once the world is reduced to just the wheelchair.

“How do you do it?” Charles repeats. “It’s so quiet. It’s so lonely. And this power—it’s too great, I’m afraid. How does your body not fall apart? How does your mind not fall apart? How do you—”

Erik cuts him off. “I am wondering the same thing about you, as we speak. There is so much noise. People cannot stop thinking, not even for one second. How do you not go insane?”

He supposes the same questions he asked have the same answer Charles would give Erik: you get used to it. You settle into it like a second skin, until one day you no longer get to think about it.

“You get used to it,” he says, although he knows Erik must have heard it, anyway. His grip on Charles’ telepathy isn’t that good—Charles presumes he doesn’t know how to leave his mind. Erik hums anyway. “I suppose it’s more impressive right now, to be in a body where—it’s truly yours. Mine, it feels like it shares a bit with every single person. I cannot stop myself from seeing through their lenses, even for a second. I guess being alone right now—truly and well alone, it just… makes me wonder. How you don’t go insane. How you talk to people, how you are such a good judge of character. I can only be one because of my powers, and even then, I can go so wrong.”

Erik raises an eyebrow in his direction. It’s so odd, looking at his face. Does Charles really look like this? No wonder he got into so many arguments. He’s rather annoyed at that face.

“Funny, again. I have been pondering that myself. If I could listen to every thought, every sentiment, and every motivation behind someone’s actions—well, perhaps I’d become a hermit. It takes incredible strength to do this. I admire you.”

Charles smiles a little. “I suppose we are both so exceptional,” he says. He squeezes Erik’s hand again, trying to focus on Erik’s body, wanting to be held by it instead. “Only a few more hours to go.”

“Maybe we won’t go insane in three hours,” Erik smiles back. “Who knows? We have got plenty of time.”

[tequitoclown]

Being AroAce: A rant about finding myself as aromantic and asexual.

[pt: Being AroAce: A rant about finding myself as aromantic and asexual. End pt.]

CW: Bullying, medical issues, aphobia, 13+ for very light talk of sexual activities.

Disclaimer: These are MY experiences and do not reflect everyone who uses this label or similar. I am only speaking for myself and acknowledge everyone will have a different experience!

As a kid, I never quite understood the appeal of having a romantic partner. I specifically remember others talking about how they'd love to get married. How it must be the best feeling ever to find "The One™"! I never quite understood it. Any time I asked questions, people treated me like some sort of alien. Like most things, I just pretended I wanted it too. Saving myself from being laughed at was more important.

Movies. TV shows. Video games. They all had the same romantic themes, and I never understood!

"Spend your entire life with the same person?" I thought. "Wouldn't you get bored of each other and need a break? It seems a little scary. What if that feeling fades?" If I had said that out loud, I'd probably be made fun of.

I told myself that I'm too young. I was a late bloomer is all! When I grew up, I'd finally understand. Best to keep my head down for now.

Fast forward to me being a teenager, a little worse for wear. I didn't have many friends, and while everyone else was watching movies or going to sports events, I stayed in while playing games. Between dealing with the loss of a very close family member and fighting for a diagnosis of an unknown medical issue, let's just say I was a mess.

Of course, being a teenager brings with it the awful blessings of puberty. I overheard people talking about their body count and thought it was really weird people were fantasizing about killing people. I was then informed that meant how many people you've slept with.

"Oh, zero."

"You'll find the one!" They'd say.

"... Eh, whatever."

Now everyone around me was having sex, and I still didn't understand!

The couples cuddling and making out in the hallways annoyed me. Was I jealous? I didn't know. Emotions are too confusing to understand.

"Why didn't I get it yet? Am I broken? Do I have a medical condition? What's wrong with me?! Why couldn't I have been born NORMAL!"

So many emotions. None of them made sense.

In high school I started to explore LGBT+ spaces to differing levels of success. I didn't know much, and finding resources was daunting. With intrigue, I explored various labels and communities. My gender was a whole other story I won't get into here, but my sexuality was still a mystery.

Eventually I had decided I was a bisexual with an incredibly low sex drive. I was equally attracted to both binary genders, and I just couldn't find the right person was all!

Of course this assessment was wrong, as I still hadn't stumbled upon the asexual label or considered it as closely as I should have.

I went through high school. Now I was being teased for not only being single, but for being openly LGBT+ as well. Life wasn't going great.

It took until my 20s to really give the asexual label a closer look. I had read about so many labels and I finally looked through them with an open-er mind. I was asexual, and then after a failed relationship, I realized my aromanticism. Finally, I had found myself.

So how am I doing in the current day? Mixed, but mostly positive.

It feels so weird to be alienated from something nearly everyone views as important. Dates, apps, crazy exes, weddings, kids, families... It feels so distant from me. I hear my friends confide these things into me and I'll never understand it fully.

I think that's where my biggest issue lies. I'll never understand romantic or sexual attraction because I'll probably never feel it. I barely feel human at times because I am missing out on something others view as crucial. Some call it a requirement!

I also have some romantic desires that will likely never be fulfilled. I'll probably never have my first kiss, or someone who's willing to cuddle like couples do. I'll never lose my virginity or anything like that either.

Yet these things give me power. I feel complete on my own, and I always have the company of my friends. I'm happy alone, and I know that's okay. There are others like me and we're strong together. I don't have to fit in with society's fucked up standard of normal to be who I'd like to be.

"Can't you wait to find your other half?"

"Shut up, I'm complete as I am."

[jseobsky]

hi hi, me again!! had kind of a rough day so I was wondering if I could request some best friend!minjae fluff? like just a minjae hanging out with you trying to distract you and make you feel better kind of thing? hsjshjdksjshsj sorry it's not v specific idek myself what exactly I want I just know I need some comfort :(

Bad days like these.

Pairing ! bestfriend!Minjae x gn!Reader Synopsis ! after a bad day and only wanting to be hug by the blankets and watch your favourite show, your best friend Minjae comes to your door. Genre ! Fluff, hinted romantic ending but can be read as like platonic Warnings ! Swearing, haven't proof-read anything- W/C ! 0.8k a/n ! omg I hope you feel much better now!! I'm sorry to hear that :(( I'm also having a quite meh day, so this was also just what I needed. thank you for requesting!! I loved writing this KSJHSDKFJ

Main masterlist <3

There are days when you can fight against the whole world. Those days are the ones that people appreciate the most. I could’ve solved a world’s problem, and people would be happy. However, if I, for whatever reason wasn’t doing good one day, it wouldn’t count. People don’t count those moments as valid. People don’t count any moment as valid unless you are strong. But I can’t always be strong. 

There are days when all I can do is lie around. Those days are the ones I hate the most. I am ashamed of those days. Days where I try to hide behind a big screen. Sometimes trying to escape the little lie that I live in, in hopes of some comfort. People love to ignore my struggles. People ignore you unless you are fighting. But I can’t always fight.

Today is one of those days. Watching TV seemed the best answer to today’s mood. The characters hold each other as I hold my plushy. “You don’t have to be strong” Says one of the characters. “I know, but it’s hard” They hold each other even closer. Their breathless voices quivering at each word. “When moments like these, please call out my name. I’ll be there, whenever you ask for me, wherever you ask for me” Oh shut the fuck up. I wanna cry now. “Please just let me help you” Said the same character, reaching to kiss the person they were holding. Fucking finally after 14 episodes. “Mia. I” He breathed out. Ding, ding, ding. Who dares interrupt their moment ffs. I walk towards the front door, random objects are lying around the floor as I walk. I walk past some school books, some clothes that I must have thrown, and some random papers that might be more important than how I’m treating them. I finally reach the door and open it. 

The cold air hits my face as soon as I open the door. Outside, the sky was dimmed, definitely a representation of how I felt. Even with my tear-stained face from the scene, I was just watching, I get to smile. “I hate you” I say out loud. Minjae, who was standing outside my door with a big puffy jacket, and a big grocery bag, slapped his empty hand on his chest and gasped. “How dare you. Should I turn around?” I stopped him from turning around completely and pulled him inside. “How did you know?” I asked. “You changed your Instagram notes from BARBIE NEW MOVIE I CAN’T to: alexa play voices by stary kids” Minjae said while taking his shoes off. “You only do that when you’re sad as fuck” “Touché” I say while grabbing his bag I walk again towards the couch. He follows behind me, crouching down for a moment to pick my music notes and placing them on the table they fell from, not before shaking his head. I take interest in the scene again. 

Although I couldn’t see more of the scene, now being paused again a little less than a second before their kiss. I make an annoyed face and turn to look at Minjae who paused my show. “What happened?” He asked. “If I ignore my problems, they won’t hurt” He got a little closer. “They will, and you know it. That or you’ll end up punching someone” I gasp. “Okay, that was ONE time. And the guy deserved it anyways so who’s the one at fault?” “Still you, that guy just approached you because you were crying, you looked at him, flirted with him, and when he said he didn’t like stray kids you punched him” I giggled remembering the moment, the second I look at Minjae again he’s looking serious so I straighten my posture. “Still his fault, he said that I was jobless bcs I liked those stupid dancing boys and that I spent too much money on them after talking about my collection” “How much of that is true?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Not my point” I pouted jokingly. 

“Okay let’s do this. I help you escape from your problems” I nod. After waiting for two seconds and him not continuing I ask. “Aaand?” “Nothing, you just get bragging rights because you got the best friend in the entire world” “Well that’s arguable, Felix is Hyunjin’s best friend so like” Minjae stands up. “Okay sorry, sorry, you’re the best, you’re the best” I grab his arm again and pull him towards me, making him fall on the sofa. We stay laughing for a bit, but our laughs come to a stop when we hear the show playing again. Minjae hugs me closer to him and we start watching the show from where it was left. “You don’t have to be strong” Says Minjae after a while, him looking me directly into my eyes. I nod. “I know, but it’s hard” He hugs me closer. He pets my head and smiles. “I’ll make the pain go away, I promise.”

[poisedava]

My slay the princes: choose your own adventure part 1.2.

This time I've been able to use all ideas in some way!

Read first before suggesting action/masterlist

PART 1.2

You consider your options for a moment, still a little confused. Just going to the cabin to murder a person because a voice in your head told you to do it would be insane, wouldn't it.

"Sweet, I've always wanted to kill some royalty!" You say in a chipper tone as you march up to the cabin.

The Narrator:

"That's the spirit!"

 The Narrator:

"You make your way up the short path to the cabin. You'll find the princess within."

Indeed, you have reached the cabin, that moment it comes into view around a corner, a small wooden structure, closer than you'd expect. 

The Narrator:

"A warning, before you go any further. She will lie, she will cheat, and she'll do anything in her power to stop you from saying her, don't believe a word she says."

The voice of the Hero:

"We're not going through with this right? We're supposed to save princesses, not slay them."

 You nod, "yeah.. no, I wasn't planning to. Let's get the hell out of here, now we know in which direction not to go" And you turn on your heel, back towards the forest. 

 The Narrator:

"Seriously? You're just going to turn around and leave? Do you even know where you are going?"

"I'm getting the hell out of these woods, that's where I'm going." You grumble, really it's the only sane thing to do. You can't just go up to that cabin and murder someone. 

With the rustling of leaves underneath your feet you move on.

The Narrator:

"Fine, I suppose you just quietly continue down the path away from the cabin." 

Voice of the Hero:

"Good, I'm glad we're still on the same page. What we are being asked to do here is wrong. Better to wash our hands of the entire situation than to take part in it.

The Narrator:

"Ignore that annoying little voice, he doesn't know what he is talking about" 

You do in fact ignore them both as you stalk down the path. Then the woods grow thinner and clear and for a moment you believe you actually got out. Then of course your bubble is crudely bursted.

The Narrator:

"That's strange. It looks like this path also leads to the cabin, you must have gotten turned around. How convenient! Everything is back on track again. Maybe the world can be saved after all." 

That's.. odd. You're certain you did not get turned around. Is this the Narrator's doing? He really seems to want you there.

But it that leaves you with only two options, go towards the cabin or away again.

At this point there seems to be no point in going back, if it didn't work the first time you do not see why it would the second. 

 So you trot towards the cabin just a little bit pissed and ask the possibly smug voice, "so, this princess, you said she was in the basement of this cabin?" 

The Narrator:

"Yes. There is a cabin, and in the basement of that cabin-"

The much more likable voice interrupts,

Voice of the Hero:

"Yes, thank you. We already heard all the rest already." 

The Narrator:

"Well appearantly you didn't listen the first time, since I have to repeat myself. It seemed only fair to remind you of all the important facts, like what is at stake here. You can't just walk away from your responsibility."

 The voice of the Hero:

"Our responsibility? For all we know you're actually just out of your mind. Why can't you just kill her yourself?"

As the two bicker close in on the cabin, then you walk around the cabin, scanning the surroundings.

The Narrator:

"Are you kidding me? *Sigh* You get closer to the cabin but instead of entering it you circle around checking the treeline for more paths, which there aren't, and finally stopping at the place were the ground ends."

 The voice of the Hero:

"What do you mean the ground ends?"

 The Narrator:

"The nightly landscape is cut off abruptly by a long drop down. You seem to be on a cliff, very very far beneath you you see rolling waves slamming aggressively against the stone. 

As you look left and right it seems that this the case for as far as your view extends. A long drop with crashing waves beneath. Falling from this height is absolutely guaranteed to kill you. 

It is safe to assume from what you see that you are on an island and that the only thing here for you is the cabin."

The voice of the Hero:

"Sheesh. Okay, okay. Let's just get away from the edge."

The Narrator's description is apt, a little disappointing, more than a little suspicious, but accurate. 

Excluding one thing, when you look down and ignore your stomach turning inside out you can see something like a hole in the wall a bunch further down, judging by its shape it looks to be a window. 

[mayasdeluca]

Here's a convention breakdown:

Meet & Greets are usually 30 minutes with the guest of your choice with up to 25 people (Epic did only 15 people). These are the hot ticket because you get the best interaction with someone. What's said in M&Gs is usually supposed to stay there but as we have seen people who have been to Danielle or Stafania M&Gs in the past tend to spill vague and annoying tweets as part of that inner circle.

Photo-Ops: You can say hello (get a hug), tell them your pose idea and get in place but these pretty much move quickly.

Autograph/Selfie: This is a good time to have a quick semi-private chat with a guest where you have their attention or for however long it takes them to write your autograph. Some people are quick and other monopolize time. There's really no way to know how many autographs they will sign in a 30 minute period. And on top of that if they are doing selfies (Stefania was not) that could take up even more time.

Anyway, as I keep reflecting on my Epic weekend, I can safely say that my autograph interaction with Stefania was the worst I have ever had. I DO NOT BLAME Stefania. She only did 2 blocks of autographs back to back at the end of the day. She saw the crowd and heard the voices around her, she has to stop talking so much, she can't write messages, no personalization, etc. So she could not give people the time/attention they deserved. And I think that weighs on the guests mind. I was watching her sign like a machine, she barely looked up at anyone. It was clear by the time these autographs happened her social battery was drained.

I feel like because autographs are the most social time with guests they should happen in the morning or earlier in the day for even the same amount of time and IF need be, the guest can come back at the end of the day and finish off the last few remaining but not the bulk of them. I saw Stefania in the morning at a photo-op and while I just briefly said something to her for my pose she seemed much more vibrant.

I can totally understand why Stefania opted out of the nighttime fan event for the next Fan Fusion To The Rescue. After a full day of conventioning where not only are you exhausted from the work you put in but also from hearing everyone else's story, you don't want to "people" anymore and keep the smile up for appearances. It definitely seems way out of her comfort zone to even interact as much as she does but she does it and I thank her for whatever little rime she was able to give me.

On a separate note. I introduced myself to both Danielle and Stefania and they introduced themselves back as Danielle and Stefania. I heard Macey and Daniele and Francis all call out to Danielle as Danielle. BUT ALL I fucking heard on lines were Dani and Stef, Dani and Stef and I wanted to punch every single person who said it. Whoever started that in the fandom should get diarrhea forever. There names are Danielle and Stefania and you (not you directly) don't know them like that to even call them Dani and Stef if they EVER went by that.

That definitely makes sense and it seems like autographs is what ends up being the downfall of most cons and it must be because there's no real rhyme or reason as to how much time each one takes. Whereas with meet & greets its a set time and photos it's just a quick pose and that's it. There has to be a way for it to go smoother with people still being able to get that personalization and few minutes with the guest since they are paying for that time with them like everybody else.

I don't blame Stefania at all for not doing the extra activities like the parties and stuff anymore either. After doing all those things throughout the day it must be incredibly draining and I'm sure she wants her time to herself and to recharge. Especially for people who are more introvert and not as into social interaction...for her to do as much as she does already should very much be appreciated by fans.

I'll never understand the Dani and Stef thing. I never took part in it and never will. It feels so cringe to me how this fandom refers to them as that because we never heard that before and we aren't their friends...I really don't know why it became a thing and why it stuck.

[nrdmssgs]

Many questions about Zhar incoming!

I love her being always in control of situation and seeming to have a plan. But are there any situations, that unsettle her, make her "I`m so confused, I dont know what to do about that"?

🍇anon

Ohhhhh, LOVE))) Believe me, she is so much NOT in control in Matters. She will eventually come up with a plan, but for now the girl is doomed.

But I don't want to talk about the sad stuff today. So there is another thing, she will never understand and never know what to do with it. And that is Kruegers chest tattoo. So she is not the biggest fan of official soviet or Russian symbols because of all the bad memories, she got from the motherland. She can bear with Nikolais telnyashka (as long as she is allowed to take it off him), but a Russian coat of arms on her favorite Chimera??? Oh, she will be devastated. I even cooked a little scene.

TW: swearing

AN: I don't approve of her behavior here and personally find it very unprofessional to make any commentaries on others ways of self-expression. Kruegers body is HIS BUSINESS! If anything, Zhar must apologize for being an absolute asshole. Also, there is a very short appearance of Phayvanh "Nak" Sotsvahn (she belongs to @vasyandii). I couldn't help myself, because in my hear KruegerxNak is a canon. Of course, I'll remove any mentions of Nak if Vasya doesn't find it amusing, what is happening here.

"Verdammter Scheiß!*" Krueger frantically shook his shirt over the sofa, not paying any attention to the cold wind touching his bare skin. His jacket laid on the armrest nearby. The only thing, that mattered to him, was to find that goddamn...

"If that's a part of your tactics to convince me for a rise - then my answer is 'no'." Familiar voice, but not the one, Krueger awaited to hear - Zhars voice. She turned on a lamp and proceeded to the desk, not paying that much attention to him.

His initial reaction was automatic. 'It's not, what you think.' thrown over his shoulder abruptly, as he continued searching his own clothes. But then Krueger froze. "Wait, commander, it is Nikolai's office, right?"

By that time Zhar already settled in front of the computer and waited for the tables she needed to appear on the screen. She looked too concentrated on her work to pay any attention to Krueger, but answered him nevertheless.

"It is my office. Niks is next door. Feel free to go charm him with your bare back, I'm sure, he'd find it quite amusing..."

"I'm not... Oh, fuck! Did you two absolutely had to get the same couches in your offices? I thought, only Nikolai had it!" Krueger cursed under his breath and added, "I promise, I'm out of here as soon as I find it!"

Olga finally shifted her concentration from the work and stood up.

"Ok, Krueger, do I need to know why the hell you've lost something on my couch, while I was attending meetings?"

"I didn't lose it on your couch, I lost it somewhere in my pockets! So I was trying to shake the goddamn thing out, but I didn't want it to fall on the floor and roll somewhere. That's when I remembered about Niks... well, yours sofa." By the time, he was done explaining, Zhar already stood beside him and searched the couch to help the poor man.

"At least enlighten me, what are we looking for," she muttered.

"A rock. Tiny lil shit! She always gives me the best ones, and for once in my life I finally found a rock to match her gifts, and it gets lost!" Krueger sounded genuinely annoyed.

Zhar paused for a moment. "So you say, we are looking for your gift for a girl... and it's a rock? Sebastian, please, at least tell me, it is attached to a piece of metal in a form of a ring... Otherwise, I'll start to worry about your relationship with whoev-"

"So keep your nose away from my relationship!" He was ready to verbally attack Olga, not carrying for her higher rank, when she pulled a little rock out of a fold between couch cushions. Kruegers face instantly softened. "Thanks, commander!"

He extended his hand to the stone, turning completely to Zhar and her gaze fell somewhere down. Olgas expression changed in a second, going from tired, but friendly to lost and angry.

"What the hell is that?!"

At first, he didn't understand her, thinking, there was some kind of smear on his bare belly or pants. Krueger checked himself, but he was completely clean. But when she poked her finger under his chest and growled, 'as far as I know, you are even not from there. Why the hell would you need this thing on you?'.

"Ah-h-h, you're about my ink? What's with it?" He looked confused down, then raised his gaze back on her.

"Krueger, how on earth did you think, it would be a good idea to leave this on your skin?!" Krueger seen Zhar angry, even pissed on the battlefield. But now she looked a hundred times more dangerous. So he quickly pulled on his shirt, not quite understanding, what did he do wrong. Somehow, his commander was absolutely ok about his criminal record, but his choice of tattoos drove her mad.

***

Nikolai was smoking with Yegor leaning against the wall, when Krueger practically flew out of a main building, dodging a heavy folder of papers thrown after him.

Olga's scream followed. "Hide this mark of shame and don't even think about showing it to anyone! Especially her!!"

"There is my treasure." Nik huffed with a wide grin, watching as Zhar left a building, following Krueger.

It seemed, only Nikolais open arms and soft smile saved Sebastian from being followed by the same folder, thrown yet again at him. Olga sighed, turned back and hid her face on his broad chest.

"Synishka sovsem otbilsya ot ruk?*" Yegor smirked, taking another drag.

"Ne nachinai...*" Zhar grumbled, still pressed firmly to Nikolai.

They stood like that for some time: men smoking in a comfortable silence, Nikolai playing with Olgas hair, looking somewhere deep in shadows between the hangars, Yegor smiling to his own thoughts. After a few minutes, they've heard Phayvanhs voice.

"For me? You really spent so much time, to find a rock, that looks like a head of a guy, I flatlined on the last mission? And saved it for me??? Man, you are the best, you know that?!"

She sounded so happy, that both Yegor and Nikolai couldn't help, but smiled with the utmost tenderness. Only Zhar froze for a moment only to hug Nik firmer and mutter "Ok, maybe I do need to raise Kruegers payroll after all..."

Verdammter Scheiß! - bloody hell

Synishka sovsem otbilsya ot ruk? - Has your son completely gotten out of hand?

Ne nachinai... - Don't even start...

[where-dreamers-go]

Reading and rambling: The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm

(Tales from Alagaësia VOLUME 1: ERAGON)

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PART TWO: THE WITCH

IV. Rhymes and Riddles

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The Witch, eh?

Rhymes and Riddles?? My brain is in the wrong fandom right now...

Eragon stared across his desk at Angela the herbalist, studying her.

It's my giiiiirrrrrrllllll!!!! Hey!!!!

Eragon, scoot over.

Actually, no. It's snowing??? It's winter! Was your harvest good? Do you have enough food?

(I, a Floridian in the USA, have never seen snow in real life. Anyway...)

Solembum! Hey, I always have trouble spelling your name. I second guess myself.

. . . but for the most part, the wards Eragon had set kept out the snow and cold.

Wait. You don't have curtains or shutters or SOMETHING? I know they're probably huge, but... brrrr

Elva is there too???

*visibly uncomfortable*

I wonder how her growth and lifespan will be.

Okay okay. We got Eragon who still feels responsible for Elva and cringy about not having finished the hold to live in.

I like how Angela is calling Eragon a different title or name every time. Like same. "Argetlam." "Kingslayer."

The last thing he wanted to do was offend this quicksilver-like woman.

Yes. Don't do that. Ever. I'm one who thinks she's one of the grey ones or whatever they're called. Something I barely remember, but I remember my thoughts of, she must be waaaay older and not human.

". . . how Nasuada's pet spellcasters in Du Vrangr Gata are making life difficult for harmless, innocent hedge witches such as myself."

See? See? I told you! (Okay, maybe not you personally, but I've said it out loud in rants at home.) It's a difficult situation... Tricky. I'd move.

Also, Elva is still so young and has had much thrusted upon her mind. She does have much to learn and some guidance needed. Hopefully nothing unnerving has happened... or was implied.

"An autobiography of sorts, if you will."

Uhh. Angela, what has Elva hinted to you? Or did you sense something? I need details. Are you okay???

Same. Except I have a lot of white hair from years and years of stress and anxiety. And genetics.

The curly-haired woman didn't look any older than her early twenties.

She made an expression of mock outrage. "Here now! You dare question my conviction, Shur'tugal?!"

Reading on, I love whatever kind of friendship this is.

Do you know what fun conversations you could have with them together? Or separately??

She called him, "Bromsson" now. I love her.

OHMYGOODNESS, I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT THE PUZZLE RING A COUPLE OF WEEKS AGO! Of course, I just remembered the puzzle part and how Eragon couldn't figure it out until he was elf-upgraded without his permission.

"And what perspective is yours?" he asked softly.

"That of the ring maker," she answered in an equally soft tone.

Okay. Okay.... Come on, brain, I know it's getting late, but you got this. Goodness, that's a good response, Angela. I mean, she's making the book, writing it, and all. But what else?

Then we have Solembum:

Beware of shadows that walk, human. There are strange forces at work in the world.

Why do I love those two so much? Would my opinion change if I reread the earlier books? (I read Eragon and Eldest in middle school, Brisingr is high school, and Inheritance in college.)

I would probably annoy Eragon with going back and forth talking with Angela if he had questions. Sorry, darling, I have worldly theories to discuss and ones to expand upon. Have a cookie.

Anyway, it looks like I get to read Angela's manuscript too? Yay!!!