#So before anyone attacks me or anything like that

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hey, you.

If you're American, and you've been having a hard week egg for.. reasons -

I have something to say to the Americans.

Just remember.

They aren't immortal.

Nobility has lied for centuries. They told us they were placed on the throne by God - the rule of the king being the will of the Creator.

The French proved them wrong.

You are young. They are human. They will one day die.

And on the day they die - regardless of if hell is real or not - there will be a movement when they are laying on that death bed. They will feel their live slipping from their grasp.

And they will feel the fear.

The possiblity of eternal consequence.

They will fear what waiting for them on the other side. The one journey they cannot buy their way out of. The moment the bell tolls for thee.

And honestly, the thought brings me peace.

Trumo and Elon AREN'T demons - though it's so easy to think of them as so.

They are evil humans. And all humans die. Trump? He's 80. He's over three times my age. He's older than my grandmother. He eats McDonald's and Diet Coke like no one's business. Knock on wood I'm betting he's got ten years TOPS.

('I'll be the last president' - my ass. If you take a bad fall it's game over dude. You won't release your health records cause you're most likely due for a heart attack soon mfer. Your minions don't like your candy ass Junior enough to have him as a successor and Baron doesn't fucking care so realistically speaking whats your game plan here? 🤨 Elon's kids have too many daddy issues to take your place. You can't even use a sword. Napoleon would slay you where you fucking stand you pansy)

So if you've been struggling this week, I just wanted to remind you.

Black people won our civil rights without the support from the media, without online social networks, without the support from 90% of white people.

70 years ago, around when my grandma was born - I could not sit next a white person in school. If a white man was walking towards me on the street, I'd have to step into the gutter and let him pass. At risk of being actually killed by the whole town if not.

Nowadays in my city I could tell a white guy my age 'Fuck you!!' to your face. Middle finger and all. And they're not gonna put me in jail for it. No stranger is gonna jump in. The whole town isn't gonna care. If anything, people will just record.

That all happened in ONE generation.

So no matter what Trump does.

Remember. He's not immortal. He will die like we all do.

You're young. You'll have the rest of your life to reverse everything he's done.

That's the thing about personality cults. Once the personality is removed, the whole thing falls apart. And the personality in question is once again - an 80 year old who eats Big Macs and wears suits two sizes too large. A man who would probably get genuinely upset if you asked him to recite his 8 times tables.

If Trump dies in the next 10-20 years, before he turns 100, I'll be 35-45. a.k.a - my generation will be entering the older majority. Our generation will be the eldest and the most influencial. What then?

The Trumpettes won't have their leader for their personality cult so they'll have no one - not even their republican parents - to tell them who to think.

We'll be older, wiser. We'll teach our kids the signs. We'll tell them stories what to do, and invest pubic funds to conserve the history of our fight - to never be erased.

If you're scared this week, I understand.

But remember. We've fought harder with less - and we still won.

So keep your head up. Doom is the tool of the enemy. You keep going, you keep living, and you survive to tear down their legacy while the bastard spins in his grave.

Keep going. Keep your angry hearts and clenched fists. Hold on tight to your love and rage. And keep going.

That's what Hobie would want. That's what a Hobie is there to teach us.

Hope this helped someone, anyone, even if it was a little bit. If this helps you get through the day, or the next hour, with the smallest bit of hope - that's all I want.

Thanks for reading this far! Here's Hobie :)

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And bonus:

Ayo I just gotta add this in here -

Word to god, and when I say this I say this with my whole chest -

I'd be DAMNED before I ever say I'm scared of Donald Trump.

First of all, I'm black and poor. There's been a white man wanting me dead since the moment I left my Mama's hoohaa and guess what, I'm still here. That mfer ain't special. Call me when the klansmen come not when done mfers with tiki torches cosplay call of duty.

Cause none of them coming to the hood..tf.. Try that shit in neighborhood with Bloods and Crips.. Y'all not the only ones with automatics and lots of money. It's just the black people with money and automatics keep shit quiet. If these racist mfers had ppl breaking in they house the way Kendrick had mfers breaking in Drake's with choppers they'd be terrified as fuuuckkk

And secondly there's 4chan fellas out there that probably legit jack off to the idea of a black queer trans person crying in fear. And those mfers can kiss my black ass and kick rocks cause I wake up every day smiling. So -

Anyway I'm done lol

I just had to get this out of my system lol. OKAY BYE FOR REAL

[the-court-of-dreams]

ONYX STORM SPOILERS

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1)

To the ones who don’t run with the popular crowd, the ones who get caught reading under their desks, the ones who feel like they never get invited, included, or represented. Get your leathers. We have dragons to ride.

Books have always been a safe place for me. I still remember picking up The Hobbit when I was still a kid, closing my bedroom door and going on an adventure. I'm almost 25 now and I still love going on adventures. From magic schools to institutes, hidden cities to castles, forests to enormous capitals. With cars and ships and horses and broomsticks and dragons. Every story, a new adventure. Every book, a new journey. Oh, how I love travelling!

I only ever had one friend who loves reading as much as I do and our conversations about books, the hours we spend making theories, and analysing everything that happened... they are some of my most beloved moments. ( @strovilos , you are the joy of my life) My other friends don't understand as much, it's okay. I' ve always been the kid hiding books under my desk, staying up past my bedtime with a light under the covers. So yeah... that dedication really got me.

I was invited to places, but I almost never felt included while being there. That was okay too.

I always preferred riding dragons anyway.

2)

Xaden is mine. My heart, my soul, my everything. He channeled from the earth to save me, and I’ll scour the world until I find a way to save him right back.

Wow, that didn't take long at all, huh? Straight in the fucking feels.

3)

I could reach the rank of Maven, lead armies of dark wielders against everyone we care for, and watch every vein in my body turn red as I channel all the power in the Continent, and I would still love you. What I did doesn’t change that. I’m not sure anything can.

Such a good start for me and my fucking heart. Thanks, Rebecca... I really appreciate it.

4)

If I’m to be court-martialed for helping Braxtyn defend his people, then I shall welcome the trial. All who channel from dragon and gryphon alike should flourish under the wards, and now Aretia will be that haven should one of the others ever return.

Lyra... I fucking stan!

5)

So with all the love in my heart, put your fucking uniform on, because we need you.

Look, I'm not saying that Ridoc is my favourite character in this book... but... Ridoc IS my favourite character in this book.

I died with the whole squad dynamic, but the four of them will always hold a special place in my heart, I fucking love these kids.

6)

Even hundreds of miles away, he’s still taking care of me and doesn’t even know it.

I KNEW this godsdamned book would be full of angst....BUT DID IT HAVE TO BE ALL OF IT??? DID IT REBECCA????

7)

You might be angry when you realize I didn’t wake you to say goodbye. But it’s only because I no longer fully trust my ability to walk away.

—Recovered Correspondence of His Grace, Lieutenant Xaden Riorson, Sixteenth Duke of Tyrrendor, to Cadet Violet Sorrengail

FUCK ME MAN....Come on...WHYYYYYYY????

8)

But the thought of you being out there, beyond the wards, facing down a known attack of venin, triggered something in me I’ve never felt before. It was hotter than rage, and sharper than fear, and cut deeper than helplessness, all because I couldn’t get to you.

Fuck you.

9)

I would have killed anything and anyone in that moment to reach you. No exceptions. I would have channeled every ounce of power beneath my feet without hesitation if it would have landed me at your side.

Double fuck you.

10)

If I’d been there, beyond the wards, I would have drained the very earth to its core to keep you safe.

TRIPLE FUCKING FUCK YOU!!!!

11)

Pain isn’t new to me, Jack. She’s an old friend I spend most of my days with, so I don’t mind if she sings to you.

Violet Sorrengail... you are the most badass bitch to ever badass. (I feel like that's SUCH a Remi thing to say. Fucking finally.... iykyk. Shout out to @skyfallscotland for writing fucking masterpieces. Getting notifications from you always makes my day. If any of you are into fanfcition, i STRONGLY recommend reading everything this girl has written. You can start with Fear and Flame. Thank me, and HER, later.)

12)

“We live by the Codex—” I try again.

“I live by you. When have I ever given a fuck about the Codex or the Code of Conduct?” He cradles my face and leans down, resting his forehead against mine. “I am yours and you are mine, and there’s no law or rule in this world or the next that will change that.”

I love them so much it hurts.

13)

Love of my life. You have nothing to be jealous of.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

14)

“There’s no magic here.” He tugs me against him. “No power. No lure. No taunting reminder that I can save everyone if I just reach for it and take what’s offered. It’s only…peace.”

For the first time since fetching the luminary, I seriously debate Tecarus’s offer.

When I tell you this book was PAINFUL for me....I'M NOT FUCKING KIDDING.

15)

"...Sgaeyl…" He glances up at the trees as if he can see her in the sky above us, a look of longing on his face.

If I had a dollar for everytime this book broke my fucking heart.

16)

“My consort,” Xaden replies casually. “Violet Sorrengail.”

I'm deceased.

17)

I can’t quit watching Xaden’s eyes in case their flecks change back to gold whenever I see him during Signet Sparring.

They never do.

Like my heart will never again NOT be broken for these two.

18)

“The pain. The mess. Give it to me. I’ll hold it. I know that sounds ludicrous, but I’ll find a way.” I lace our fingers. “I will hold everything you don’t want to feel because I love every part of you.”

This ship... this fucking ship...

19)

“Seems Catriona has found someone worth lagging behind for.”

I loathed her in the previous book....but gods did the poor girl go through it in this one....

20)

“There is no cure for me.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “That’s why you have to become better than me. There’s only you.”

I seriously don't know why I'm putting myself through this torture.

21)

When things get…shitty, I hope you can look down at it and imagine us sitting there together when this is all over. That’s the vision I’m going to cling to: you and me, holding hands, looking over the city.

This right here broke whatever soul I thought I had left. It just hurts so much when the characters cling to a future that I fucking know isn't going to happen.

22)

It’s almost like this room is removed from time itself, a tiny corner of the world where we simultaneously live together yet don’t.

Rebecca literally...WHYYYYY????

23)

I didn’t reach for any form of power because even in that state, I knew it could take me back to day zero, and day zero doesn’t give me you. I clawed my way back to myself and left.

Screaming, crying, throwing up.

24)

While most deities allow temple attendants to choose their timeline of service, only two require a lifetime of dedication: Dunne and Loial. For both war and love change souls irrevocably.

For the love of Gods, please let this be some kind of clue.

25)

I love you more than this city. Do not die defending it.

Screaming. Crying. Throwing up.

26)

At some point I’ll stop looking for her, right?

I KNOW Andarna had her reasons... but my girl Violet did not deserve that after everything she's been through.

27)

His smile instantly becomes a core memory.

MY smile instantly becomes a core memory....as in I don't think I'll have one again.

28)

You’re not a weapon of destruction. You’re not venin. You’re the artery power chooses to flow through. You’re life.

I fucking ship this SO MUCH. I love me some enemies to lovers, slow burn, full of angst shit.

29)

When push comes to shove, I'm not the best of us. She is.

YES VIOLET, THAT'S YOUR BESTIE!!!!!!

30)

“That’s a little menacing,” I admit to Feirge. “Then let us be menaces,”

I ADORE multiple povs. I've been waiting for Rhi's and Imogen's pov for 3 books, and I was NOT disappointed. Wish I could have more of them though.

31)

She’ll rip the very sky apart before she and Glane accept defeat.

GO IMOGEN! GO! GO! GO!

32)

The flame of perpetual rage that lives in my chest burns hotter. Fuck that horde. Fuck the venin who ride them. Fuck that unholy vortex of a tornado at the end of the northern field, and fuck the orders to stay grounded in these winds.

FUCK! I love this girl so damn much.

33)

I’m glad it’s you with me. Parapet to Malek’s own doorstep. I’m so sorry I have to go first this time.

To be honest, I didn't really care about Quinn for three books now... but I SOBBED in these 3 pages.

34)

And you should tell him, Gen. Tell him, and you find some happy.

And the fact that she preached for my second favourite ship of the series with her dying breath??? Miss Quinn, you have my heart. I didn't care for your existence for three books, but man, did you get me in the end.

35)

“We made it a good one.”

This one cut me so fuckign deep I had to stop for a good ten minutes. I did not see it coming. I did not think I'd care. I still don't understand why I did. But I really, really did.

36)

“I’m not leaving you!” He leans in and slides his hand behind my neck. “I’m not leaving you, Imogen,” he repeats, softer this time.

If these two don't end up together, I'm gonna make it everybody's problem. I PROMISE!

37)

“You have been the gift of my life,” I tell Tairn.

I've read some theories that Tairn will die in the end... First of all...HOW DARE YOU? And second of all... REBECCA DON'T YOU DARE, I WILL-

38)

She was the first to choose me, to elevate me above all others, the first to see every ugly side of me and accept it all, and every single person in this fucking canyon will die before they remove a single one of her scales.

The fact that Xaden channeled for Violet but really turned to save Sgaeyl... I did not expect that. And although it was painful as fuck to read through... to me it was perfect and a job really well done.

39)

Shadow brings quiet. My soul departs like pieces of ash from a fire, flaking free and drifting away as power consumes the space it once inhabited. I’m no longer on the ice—I am the ice.

Xaden...baby...no....

40)

Save them, the last remaining pieces of me beg, holding on with teeth and claw to keep from being torn away, too.

I will never... ever... recover from this.

41)

“I love you.” Violet’s voice cracks the cold, and a silken thread of warmth wedges itself in the opening before it seals shut, locking it in place.

No. Wait. I grab for that thread with desperate hands, clawing to keep her as more of my pieces are blown away, lost to the void. She is warmth and light and air and love.

This was so fucking painful to read I literally have no fucking words.

44)

I love her. That is the emotion I cling to, the fire of pure power burning at the feeling’s edges, and I know if I take it any further, it will be the next and final piece to float away.

😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔

45)

“What did you do?” My head snaps toward Imogen, and a deep sense of foreboding takes root in my chest. She slowly lifts her gaze to mine.

“What you asked me to.”

How THE FUCK am I supposed to wait who-knows how long for the next damned book???

All in all, I really enjoyed this. I never got bored and I didn't mind the side missions at all.

The xaden×violet of it all shattered my heart. I definitely loved their relationship more than the previous books (It really reminded me of their dynamic from one of the best pieces of literature I've ever had the pleasure to read, a fanfiction piece called Storm in the quiet by @justallihere. She is truly the best.).

I just knew this was coming, and all of their trying would lead to this... it tore my heart apart. I love heavy angst in my books, but it hurts like a motherfucker when you have to wait for the next book in a series. I've promised myself I would never start an unfinished series ever again but oh well....

I loved the side characters so much, and I feel like I got to see them more and get to know them better in this one.

Ridoc is the best comic relief character I've read in a long, long time, and I love him so much (I almost had a heart attack when I thought the cook actually stabbed him.)

Aaric is a little shit and I'm so here for it. His exceptionally well written character was one of the highlights of the book for me.

Imogen and Garrick are my babies and I want them to end up together SO FUCKING BAD.

Also, the Drake and Mira crumbs? Chef's kiss.

I have to admit I was very fed shipping wise.

Unexpectedly, I also laughed my ass off in this book... so I'll probably make another post with all the times I died of laughter. Who would have thought?

My soul will definitely need mending and a good dose of fanfiction to get me through the long wait. To the people who are gifted enough to write these fanfcitions, you are my heroes. Cheers!

Final thought, Xaden Riorson, THE MAN that you are.

Accurate image of me after finishing Onyx Storm:

[spacenoirdetective]

Being gay, I used to think the rainbow flag was this wonderful symbol of togetherness, a symbol of tolerance meant to bring gays and straights and bis together. Maybe it's because I grew up being despised just on the suspicion I might be gay. I was bullied to the point of near suicide and all I wanted was to be left alone. When I got to college and I saw people wearing rainbow flags, my response was one of shock. I couldn't believe that anyone could view gays with anything other than hatred or disdain.

I really cannot tell you how horrified I am by how the LGBTQ movement morphed into a bullying, authoritarian cult. It honestly broke my heart before it made me just plain fucking angry over the sheer hypocrisy and willful blindness not to mention self victimhood of the community in general. Generation Z and Millennials have absolutely no real idea what it's like to grow up in a world where gays were truly invisible or lived in true fear for their lives. The 90s brought gays into a new light and the media exposure they were finally allowed gave me so much hope that gay would somehow just become another thing that was no big deal.

Of course, my hopes turned to horror when I watched the trans community take over and usurp everything that gays had built to create goodwill and togetherness. The younger militant gays who don't have any idea what they're fighting for...they just want to be angry and enraged and spiteful even though the people they're targeting often don't give a fuck anymore and really don't harbor any hate. They invent reasons to be angry even though a gay person from anytime before the 1990s would fucking kill for a chance to live in Trump's America.

It's the refusal to see reality for what it is. The modern LGBTQ movement has completely overthrown the old guard. Only the militants remained after marriage equality was achieved. Much like the mentacide against black America, the brainwashing against the gay community has been an onslaught of false information designed to break the human mind. The modern movement doesn't fight hate. It creates hate. It fosters hate and breeds suspicion and paranoia.

And it's vicious. It believes in revenge. It believes in reputation destruction. There's nothing loving about punishing people who fall outside the boundaries of what you consider to be acceptable beliefs, acceptable speech, acceptable humor, etc.

It makes me sad and I want nothing to do with this movement while it's trying to sterilize children, expose toddlers to hypersexualized drag shows and pride parades, embrace pure communism and belligerently attack those who defy it. Communist ideals will do this. It's happened before that those who have been on the bottom of society get power, they are given some kind of favor in exchange for supporting a revolution and suddenly go wild with that power as they seek to destroy their perceived enemies.

Fuck your narcissistic shit movement and every worthy ideal that it has abandoned.

President Trump has banned LGBTQ pride flags at government buildings.

[aquarius-johnny]

content warning: mature content incld. mentions of alcohol, sexual language

loverboy!johnny who decides to go to a party with the intention of having a one night stand simply because it goes against everything he has done up until this point; his attempt to try something new.

loverboy!johnny who sees you across the room with a cropped oversized zip up jacket, sipping on what he can assume is a concoction of the cheap liquor this party has to offer; debating on whether to talk to you or not.

loverboy!johnny who takes a chance on fate and goes up to you when your friends walk away to grab another drink.

“hey,” he says over the loud music blaring through the speakers.

you look up at him and smile, surprised that the man you’ve been throwing glances at all night finally came to talk to you. “hey,” you respond, taking a sip of the drink you’ve been nursing all night.

“are you here with anyone tonight?” he asks, bending over towards your ear so you’re able to hear him.

“just my friends.”

he nods in understanding. “think they’ll let me take you away from them for a little bit?”

your hand finds his as he leads you up the stairs into an empty bedroom he found.

loverboy!johnny who pushes you up against a random bedroom wall, groping you like his life depended on it. his lips attacking your neck as you unzip your jacket, exposing a newly lace bra you wore for occasions as such.

“fuck,” he sighs against your soft skin. his mouth licking and sucking tender areas of your skin, causing you to gasp, moan, and giggle under his touch.

loverboy!johnny who melts under your touch as your nails dig into his chest, leaving behind crescent shaped marks as you ride him.

loverboy!johnny who groans as you moan his name into his ear, as he penetrates deep inside of you, forcing out profanities from your lips.

loverboy!johnny who fucks you into oblivion as if you were sent from the heveans above meant just for him, hindering you incapable of forming coherent sentences as he fucks you just how you like it.

loverboy!johnny who makes it his life mission to find that sensitive spot inside of you as he roughly thrusts his hips into you, making you feel something you’ve never felt with others before him.

loverboy!johnny who ensures you cum over and over again, leaving your body quivering and wanting more.

loverboy!johnny who offers you a ride home as a thank you for letting him fuck you, offering you to walk you to your door when you get there, only for you to kindly decline his offer.

loverboy!johnny who clearly doesn’t understand the concept of a one night stand, writes his phone number on your hand in sharpie, hoping you’ll call him so he can see you again.

loverboy!johnny who thinks back on the night he met you, replaying how perfectly your pretty little cunt fit around him and how pretty you look, drunk off his cock.

loverboy!johnny who desperately asks for your number from one of the friends you were with that night he met you, when he didn’t hear from you in the past two days.

loverboy!johnny who hits you up to come over, throwing away the idea of a one night stand because he just loved the idea of you being his.

loverboy!johnny who fucks your brains out, making you cum multiple times in a row because he loves how good you taste. he fucks you like he hates you, but you loved every single second of it and so did he.

loverboy!johnny who introduces you to his roommates by name, letting them know they’ll probably be seeing you around a bit more.

loverboy!johnny who intended for you to just be a hookup, ended up wanting you to be his because anything else went against his nature — and he’s a creature of habit.

a/n: i’ve already written a whole smut based off this as it was in my drafts, hehe

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***

The next issue is whose name to use. Silco argues that it's mostly Vander's money and Vander argues that it's Silco's bright idea. They call a truce to go to bed and by the next night, Silco's changed his mind.

"We'll put it in my name," he says. "It's not technically illegal but if the enforcers come calling, they won't have anything on you if your name isn't on it."

It's a noble gesture, Vander can see that, but the idea of Silco locked away in the dark… it sits in his stomach like a stone.

"As you said," Silco adds, aiming for comforting and hitting a false brightness instead, "it's my idea. If there are consequences, it should fall on me."

"That's ridiculous. Of the two of us, I'm far more likely to make new friends. And if that didn't work, you know I'd be able to handle myself."

"We are not arguing over which of us is more likely to survive Stillwater." It's a sign of how annoyed Silco is that he snaps his notebook shut and pushes away from the desk. "I've survived here. I would survive there."

"You're crazy if you think I'd let them take you away without a fight," Vander snarls, stepping in close. 

Silco doesn't back down, doesn't even step away. No, he tilts his head back to stare Vander down. "There'd be no point. You wouldn't win."

"I know I wouldn't! But you can't expect me to just let it happen!"

"And then what? We're both stuck in Stillwater?" Silco demands, one bony finger poking at Vander's chest. "The smart thing to do is have someone on the outside who will try to bribe your way out."

Silco glares up at him, wild eyed and incensed. It doesn't matter that Vander's right; Silco's not going to admit it tonight. Curling forward, Vander rests his forehead against Silco's, eyes closed. He holds Silco's arms in a loose grip, fingers loose against the worn cotton. "If that's what you want, it needs to be my name on that deed. I'm not going to think clearly if something happens to you."

Silco gives a small shake of his head but he lets the matter rest for the night. There's still a thrumming tension between them so they sleep on their sides, back to back. Vander falls asleep with the solid warmth of Silco behind him and wakes up in the morning to find Silco's still mad at him. For something Vander hasn't even done yet.

"Are you still angry at me hypothetically attacking enforcers for you?" Vander asks as Silco shoves his arms into his jacket with unnecessary force. He rethinks the wisdom of bringing it up before breakfast when Silco spins around to glare at him. 

"It would be a waste," Silco bites back. If anything, he's angrier than last night. Like he's had time to simmer over all the reasons Vander is wrong. "A complete waste! Why throw your life away just because mine's ruined? It won't fix anything, it won't save me. It's a completely pointless gesture."

It's too much before Vander's even had breakfast. "What else am I going to do, Silco? What am I going to do without you?"

"The same thing you did before you met me. See your friends. Work. Find some new pretty thing," Silco spits out but that incandescent anger is starting to fade.

Vander lifts a hand to Silco's cheek. His hands have always been big, strong and clumsy, but Vander likes easily he can cradle Silco's face. His thumb brushes Silco's temple while his palm rests against Silco's jaw, the loose slide of Silco's hair under his fingertips. "I don't want anyone else."

Silco gives him that look. That 'I don't need you to buy me food' look. That 'don't waste your money on me' look. That look that tries to be discouraging, tries to hide how much he likes it when Vander does. 

"I'm not saying you do," Silco says, wrapping a hand around Vander's wrist, fingers cool and gentle. He tilts his head down to press a kiss to the heel of Vander's hand, and then nips at the skin, a sudden drag of sharp teeth. "I'm not saying it would be easy, but we can't both… If I get dragged away to Stillwater, it's not going to make me feel better to know you're rotting beside me. I'd rather know you were out here, living."

Vander understands that, he does, but… It makes him feel like he's seventeen again, holding his ma's cold hand and wondering what he's supposed to do now. Like he's nine years old, waiting at the dock, waiting for a small fishing boat that never returns. "I don't want to be left behind again."

Silco pulls him down into a hug. Tucks Vander's head against his shoulder and runs a soothing hand up and down Vander's back. Keeps his other hand tight on the back of Vander's head, holding him close. "I'm not going anywhere, Vander."

***

Vander's not sure if he wins the argument but they do settle on using Vander's name on the paperwork. Not because Silco's seen sense. Not because he admits that of the two of them, Vander's going to have an easier time in prison and Silco's more likely to figure out a way to get him out. No, Silco agrees because Benzo, of all people, says, "Do you think the company would take it?"

Silco looks up from his plate, the food on his fork forgotten. "What?"

"As payment for your debts," Benzo says casually, scooping up a spoonful of the grey-brown stew. "If you actually get a market working there, if it makes money, do you think the company would be interested?"

It's not a thought that ever occurred to Vander. From the expression on Silco's face, he hadn't thought of it either.

It turns out that Silco considers the company a bigger threat than enforcers. Enforcers might stretch their powers if it suits them -- but only if it suits them -- but the company has been lurking over Silco's shoulder all his life. He's not going to risk them having any claim over this.

The end of the month is only a few days away and Silco's certain they'll have enough to pay for the land transfer and their next few shipments. He's already made arrangements with Babette for clothes and has started filling out the forms in painstakingly neat letters, allowing the ink to dry thoroughly before he moves the page.

Silco carefully places the pen on the desk. "I supposed there's no chance one of your parents had a family name?"

"I called them Dad and Ma," Vander replies, fixing the torn seam on his shirt. His stitches always come out bigger than his ma's would have been but they do the job.

"As in a surname," Silco clarifies, looking over his shoulder.

Vander snorts. "I'm not a Piltie."

"We need something for the form." Silco wanders over the three steps to Vander sitting on the floor, his shirt over his lap. "Whatever you like because there's no way they can prove it isn't your name."

"Huh." Vander pulls the thread through and carefully makes the next stitch. "Let me think on it."

***

[rouge-fauna]

In this discduo timeline pastebin i read, you can see tommy did care about dream for a very long time even while his friends were trying to convince him that dream was bad, he continued to praise dream and had plans to meet him irl. It wasnt until june july 2023 when tommy started believing the lies his friends and fans kept telling him and thays when he banned the words dream and discduo in his chat and said that he didnt wanna go all the way to florida. I think he genuinly thinks dream wronged him based on his body language in the podcast and how he dissocoates, like tommy now percieves all his past positive interactions with dream as a negative and jack, harry, and tommys fanbase fed into that, but he also is lying about dream with other things. And i mean he could be faking that body language to garner sympathy Im not entirely sure. Im just looking at the nuance here. He knows dream or at least he did. He used to check up on him all the time and he knew how bad dreams mental health was, but he still lies and claims dreams apathetic and thinks dream cant take accountability and thinks dream doesnt care about him when dream has always cared. I can send you that pastebin if u want, u can see the decline in where tommy starts turning against dream its aroundn the time where he and harry got closer. But before that, he saw dream as this brilliant helpful guy and referred to him as a friend, even in the past referred to him as closer than a brother. He cared for dream at some point for a long time, then ditched him and betrayed him. Also dream refers to tommy as emotional, and i can see how someone so sensitive can interpret a long dm as an attack, and apparently he did explain his issue to dream before but it never got resolved or tommys lying about that too. I dont doubt that he is doing a lot of this to get attention, but i do think some feelings could be genuine despite it logically not adding up. I can see how someone could interpret dreams dms in a stressful way. But the fact tommy even gave a shit about dream in the past to begin with makes this worse, because the way i see it, if someone close to me turned on me i would be a lot more hurt by that than if someone i was only colleagues with turned on me.

Was gonna chrck back on their past interactions to see if i can spot anything shady on tommys part if yk what i mean even if this is gonna make me sad. One of my co workers offered to do a watchparty💀

(I should preface this by saying I have not yet watched the podcast, because at the moment I’m little too triggered to even give a shit about what Tommy has to say to be honest. I don’t really see what defense or reasoning you could possibly have for calling anyone, nonetheless your past friend a “proper movie villain” while accusing him of things that aren’t true, knowing the consequences. I mean I just don’t think people have really let that fact truly sink he, Tommy publicly compared Dream to Darth Vader, Bane, The Joker, Voldemort…etc mass murderers. Just think about that for a second. That’s not okay. People are out there comparing him to Hitler and talking about brutal ways to kill him, a go fund me to kill Dream has started. I don’t think there is a damn thing Tommy can say Dream did to excuse that shit, he will get no sympathy from me. Even if Dream physically abused him, which ain’t true since they’ve never met, Dream still shouldn’t be compared to freaking Hannibal.)

Even so, as I have said in some of my past posts on the matter, I do think perhaps Tommy was hurt by something that happened with Dream in the past and in retrospect realized perhaps things weren’t as good as he thought. Which happens, sometimes we look back on things and are like - hey wait a minute that wasn’t okay and that hurt. But that doesn’t make that person a shit person.

The example I believe I previously talked about was my first kiss, but to give another example, a guy I was good friends with freshman year of college was very handsy and I didn’t really realize in the moment how I felt about it or that he was pushing boundaries he shouldn’t. At first I didn’t think much of it. I was naive and autistic and didn’t really know better, and he was too. He didn’t have sisters, hell he thought woman were always making milk lol. In other words, we were both dumb. And looking back he did a lot of things that really were not okay, but once I came to realize and set boundaries he respected them. In fact, we are still kinda friends today, we’re even roomates for a bit after I graduate back in 2023. So, suffice to say, sometimes people can do shitty things or even things that you realize later were not okay, or even things that traumatize you, but that doesn’t make that person shitty. Especially if you didn’t call it out in the moment. This is what I mean by giving Dream the benefit of the doubt, sure I could perceive my friend as manipulative and taking advantage of naivety or whatever, or I recognize that he really just doesn’t know better. Now when you tell someone to stop and then they continue (depending on what it is because ya know old habits die hard or like my adhd is gonna try my hardest but I will inevitably skews up pronouns - just like I screw up everyone’s pronouns) now you’ve entered into the malicious and intentional area.

Bringing it back to Dream, Tommy was upset and told him to stop texting his mother, so Dream apologized to both and stopped. It becomes harassment and malicious if Dream continued over and over to do it, but he didn’t. This is why Dream is frustrated because he doesn’t know what behavior is upsetting people, and in his heart that’s not what he wants to do, but if people don’t tell him how is he meant to improve. At the end of the day, he doesn’t want to offend anyone or hurt someone, that doesn’t mean he hasn’t done so though as these things happen, nobody is perfect.

So I think maybe Tommy was hurt, maybe it was in retrospect looking back, maybe it was friends pointing things out and were like - hey that’s fucked up that happened. Maybe some of that hurt is genuine. And maybe you could make the case that that hurt has spurred him to take revenge and ruin Dream in whatever way it takes. So the jokes and lies are just part of his lashing out because he feels wronged.

However, there is also a case to be made that given Tommy’s history as pointed out by Dream with Logan Paul, maybe it was all an act. Maybe he was using Dream from the start and Dream being the naive, good hearted, autistic guy made an easy target. Maybe he only pretended to be good friends, sure Dream doesn’t have anything to gain from being Tommy’s friend but that doesn’t go both ways. Tommy has a lot to gain from being Dream’s friend, but as the tides turned he had a lot to lose by being Dream’s friend and it was easier to switch sides not that there was no incentive, as Dream pointed out as the USMP fell through so did Tommy switch sides. Once he couldn’t gain clout for being on Dream’s side but being against Dream, he switches. Because a lot of his audience has always been against Dream, struggling to tell the difference between character and person and as is human nature, instinctively hating an autistic person. That has been the case for ages, Tommy could have given into his audience for ages but even during the allegations height he still did that dsmp finale and posted that picture on Twitter (which he got a lot of hate for)…

All I’m saying, is even the people who have wronged me, even the person who pushed me to almost kill myself, I wouldn’t wish death or harassment upon them. I wouldn’t do the shit Tommy has pulled, because there was a time when we were friends. There were times when they were good to me. And maybe that makes me an exception to the rule, that people would be so cruel to the people they once called friends, but I couldn’t and that’s what makes me question Tommy’s sincerity and capacity for empathy…

Though perhaps both can be true.

[moonlight-tmd]

Hi

I'm a little bit possessed by the headcanon that Longarm as an individual bot had existed at some point and he was working with many autobots before he was captured by Shockwave, who stole his frame.

I LOVE dancing around the idea that Shockwave was controlling someone's dead body, using it as a shell to camouflage.

Just imagine that somewhere in a secret laboratory, on the operating table, there is still a disassembled bot, from which the frame was taken, the optics were taken,the voicebox were taken, but the hearing was left so that he could hear all the reasons why he could never return to his friends again and could not do anything about it.

Yes, Shockwave would definitely tell him what he has done in details.

One more thing!

Shockwave is a mnemosurgeon, right? I'm sure he had been messing with Longarm's brain many times in order to get information about bots or behavior that he must comply with.

Anon... you have just send me the worst path of angst-filled romance i've ever imagined.

It's so sad- like, imagine you meet someone you were close to and they seem different than the last time you met them. Everything just seems so off but you don't know what...

Bumblebee and Longarm have started their friendship in boot camp. Even thought they were quite different from one another they got along perfectly and knew so much about the other without even asking.

Then one day Bee had to switch programs due to trouble he caused and was doomed to repair crew training just outside the campus. He snuck in whenever he could do meet with Longarm but eventually he had to leave cuz the program was finished.

They stayed in contact all the time, Bee messaged Long when he was working and Long called whenever he had breaks from lectures and training. But then everything went dead on Bee's end... the crew he was assigned in was declared missing. Longarm swore that he'll find them- he'll find Bee- once he becomes part of the Guard.

Years passed and there was nothing, Longarm did his duty and earned a status raise. During one of his missions the ship was attacked by a fleet of Decepticons, most of the crew were found either dead or missing. Except the temporary captain of the ship, Longarm. He was found wandering the wastelands cycles after the tragedy.

In the meantime Bee was missing his companion, even tho he was in stasis so long it felt like a nap, but the few years he spend on Earth felt like eternity stretching on. They had no contact with outer space nor anyone who could help them, their only chance was to wait and hope someone picks up a signal from their crashed and sunken ship. He wished to see Longarm again, to chat with him and hug him once more.

And his wish was granted since Elite Guard with Sentinel on board was came to the planet to investigate, and Longarm was on board...

He couldn't contain his excitement when he saw him and ran to him, embracing all he could reach. He was so excited and happy but when he looked Longarm in the optics- something was off.

It was the same as he remembered, the eyes, the smile, the voice... yet something didn't feel right. Even when he spoke the same way Longarm spoke to him it still felt different. Even in private when Longarm was much more relaxed and open Bee felt it.

Longarm was a prime now, much higher position than when he last heard from him. it would make sense he's gotten more mature and busy in the important tasks and not have much time for his friends but Bee expected something more when they met...

He knew people's relations change when they're far apart or not in contact for long, he knew how little it was for him to be in stasis and how long Longarm had to live thru without him... he really hoped it wasn't the case.

He yearned for the moment where Longarm would hug him unexpectedly or call him one of the nicknames they used in boot camp but it never came...

Decepticon activity on earth was growing stronger, both Elite Guard and Team Prime was working together to hold off the enemy. Still, it was most often than not that the teams followed their own plan instead of coming with a shared one, Sentinel could never talk with Optimus peacefully. Bee was assigned to infiltrate the landing site of the ships that recently came to earth.

Things have been going smoothly, at least until he spotted a familiar face wandering the zone. Longarm was there, seemingly doing the same as he. Bee wanted to call him over but he hesitated, he had questions and he needed to know the answers... He knew it was wrong but he stayed back, watching what the Prime was up to.

He watched him wander around a bit before boarding one of the ships, he discreetly followed and hid inside. He was talking with someone, but he couldn't see who. The conversation was interrupted by a sound of a turbine powering on and ship's system activating. They were taking off. Bee tried to get away but he had no way of safely booking it to the exit, before he knew they were leaving the orbit. He couldn't contact his teammates, something in the ship was blocking all signal. He chose to stay in hiding for however long the ride took.

It was few hours until they landed, Bee had managed to slip out and hide inside the hidden facility on a small planet. The more he wandered the more he realized that the facility in question was one big crazy workshop. He found Longarm once more and followed him, he planned to confront him about whatever was going on but it all came to a full stop soon...

He followed Longarm but lost him just few moments later, he didn't have enough time to look around when he heard someone else coming his way. He hid inside one of the rooms- it was a laboratory. Wires and computers hanging from walls, tools scattered on various tables, and parts... actual mech parts along with vials of energon neatly put aside.

He had mere seconds to hide when the doors opened and Longarm walked in, holding something. He was talking to someone,.. Bee managed to peek out of his hiding- he saw Longarm standing near the medical station, the same one Bee was crouched next to a moment ago, but this time Bee could see what was on it; there on the diagonally angled table laid a wreck of a mech. Longarm talked to him sweetly, almost like one would with a pet, telling him all about team prime and elite guard and his tasks... Bee felt his own frame going cold at the scene, listening to every word Long said in silence...

But what happened next truly made his tanks drop; Longarm's frame shifted and merely a second later stood a Decepticon in it's place. It continued speaking about recent events and tests... eventually ending one of his sentences with the same name he's been using. "...won't you agree with me, Longarm?"

Another mech entered the lab, calling out to the Decepticon. They both left and slowly, Bee crawled out of his hiding spot. His optics landed on the remains of the mech on the table...

Its limbs were gone, uninstalled in a professional way, more than half of its plating gone revealing the skeletal-alike structure inside and vital mechanisms, parts missing and empty slots left in their place,... its helm was baren and cables plugged to processor slots, facial parts uninstalled to prevent recognition more so contact from the mech...

Bee looked at the unfortunate mech, unknown feeling swirling in his spark... he found himself focusing on details left behind; the specific attachments at shoulders, size and layout of the inner support, the headlamp remaining on its head but most importantly the spark... it pulsed is it's casing, uneven, scared... yet the feeling of its light was unmistakable.

Fear and sorrow had overtaken Bee as he realized this was his Longarm. The one and only.

Shaking, he reached out his servo and as gently as he could placed his digits on the mech's cheek structure. Bee could feel him shiver under the touch, he couldn't hold his tears as he uttered the same he's been misusing the whole time. "...Longarm?"

It was dark and quiet, he lost all senses so long ago and has felt nothing but fear since, all he ever knew was the enemy digging his claws into his mind and tearing it apart bit by bit. He wanted to die, he only wished to be killed and taken to the Well... but then there was a voice. Soft and warm, one he always would recognize, but now oh so agonizingly broken. He almost didn't believe it, he didn't want to fall for another lie, but his spark, oh his spark could feel another presence and it was not the enemy he always felt on him... he tried to speak, to call, to yell, let out any sound but all he could was force static electricity out his unconnected cables, hissing the desperate words he could not say.

"What did he do to you?" Bee wanted to cry, to wail and embrace the broken mech but the sounds of others approaching snapped him out. He couldn't stay here, no matter how much he wanted. "I'm sorry, i have to go. I'll come back for you, I promise." He whispered into Longarm's audial before being forced to hide again. The two mechs returned and started working on something away from the door, allowing Bee to slip out and run. He will come back for Longarm, he'll bring help and save him. He had to...

He found his way onto the take off platform, desperate to find a way back home. He found a small ship, capable of being operated by one bot. Starting it off turned out to be harder that he thought, just as he was taking off the alarm sounded from the facility. He fled and managed to get past the orbit but his hopes to escape were cut short as the ship was shot down...

Bee woke up in a medbay, much unlike the one he saw in the facility. He was confused and skittish but then Sentinel walked in. Bee was found adrift in space by a space patrol and brought onto Steelhaven. Sentinel wanted to know what he was doing so far away from earth but Bee never answered his questions. Soon after he was treated he was let out to contact his team in the control centre but just when they were leaving the medical sector the other mech approached... the fake Longarm.

Bee's energon boiled as the his pained processor forced back what he saw and he charged at the mech with his stinger. Other Elite Guard had to hold him down as he went into frenzy out of nowhere and screamed incoherently at Longarm. He was put in stasis and locked in medbay until they arrived at earth.

The word around the ship spread out and soon Jazz was looking into the situation. Bee was his friend and knew that it wasn't like him to go crazy like that... Against Sentinel's orders to let this situation be handled by him he went and under no one's watch woke Bee up from stasis. Bee was panicked and it took Jazz a little bit before he could speak with him- Bee was muttering something about him overhearing and Jazz didn't know what it meant until Bee broke and told him everything he saw. Jazz was beyond shocked, he wanted to help but Bee insisted to not tell anyone they don't trust 100% as the info would spill back to the spy.

They came up with a plan. They snuck out during shift-change hours and stole an emergency pod. It wasn't long before the systems alerted the crew of its deployment, Bee barely managed to steer them out of the radar. Bee managed to call his team with the emergency signal. They were all so shocked and worried about him, it's been nearly a week since they lost contact with him and things weren't looking good back on Earth. Bee told them what he found, who he found and everything else in one desperate breath.

"I knew something was wrong. I knew it! I- Primus why didn't I do anything- why--" He knew something was off and he never did anything. By the Allspark why didn't he do something?! Jazz was quick to notice the sudden meltdown Bee was having and comforted him while Team Prime listened over the call.

Bee knew Longarm for a long time, he was the best mech he's ever met. Longarm was very dear to him, the two shared so many intimate moments back in boot camp. Longarm always looked at him with such adoration before calling him the sweet nicknames only he was allowed to say. They've known more about one another than the time they spend together and yet, both of them knew it was more than just simple love. Bee felt so guilty for ignoring the warning signs and getting fooled by the mimic.

The two told them their plan to get the real Longarm back, Bee knew the coordinates of the facility. All of them were much against only the two of them going but Bee assured them they were gonna be alright and that they need to work on getting the fake Longarm arrested.

It wasn't too long before they arrived back at the facility, after scanning the area from the orbit they made a quick and stealthy landing and got inside the facility. While Jazz worked on getting the alarm systems down Bee made his way back into the same laboratory. He rushed to his beloved and worked on getting him off this damned machinery. He carefully unplugged all the cables and binds keeping him there while hastily whispering words of comfort to Long. There wasn't any designed way to move him but Bee managed to get him onto the supply wagon along with the energon IVs. It was then that hell broke loose. Jazz was trying his best to keep the guards away so Bee can make the escape. Soon they were both running thru the corridors dodging blaster shots and other guards ahead. Jazz held them off while Bee got Longarm into the pod and started the engine. Jazz managed to make it just in time before Bee blasted off back home... but during that he got a serious injury. Once they were set on steady course Bee hurried back to them and patched him the best he could but Jazz was still losing energon quick... Bee panicked and scrambled to do anything to help, the pod shook at it got caught by an EM magnet and pulled into the slot of the bigger ship. When the doors opened Bee was greeted by the lesser crew of Steelhaven.

They took the injured mechs to medbay at once and set course back to Earth while Bee sat there, waiting anxiously for the outcome... When Bee saw Optimus ran into the control centre he bursted into tears, mumbling apologies over and over. Optimus just held him, glad that he was okay and safe. Soon the whole team reunited. Bee learned what battle ensued during his mission and that the fake Longarm was caught trying to scrap agent Blurr. The majority of Steelhaven crew was down on Earth with Team Prime, Optimus has let them know of what Bee discovered therefore they were able to catch the impostor. Ratchet was more than glad to disassemble every single part of Longarm's off this scrapheap's frame. (According to Jazz, he was fine and Prowler was worrying about nothing... which earned him a slap to the helm.)

It was weeks before the Longarm was ready to function again, Bee has stayed by his side every moment of it. When Longarm first woke up he was still adjusting to coordination and speaking, when he saw Bee again he tried to move towards him. Bee leapt off the seat and embraced Longarm for the first time in forever while Longarm tried so hard to hug him back as his voicebox garbled noises in attempt to speak to him.

Bee stayed by Longarm's side every day and night, he spoke to him and told him what happened. Longarm told his story the best he could- he still had a lot of recovery and rehabilitation to do but as long as Bee was there it would be okay.

The moment he was allowed to roam Sentinel came up to them informing him of the status and a high raise as a compensation for all he endured. But that didn't matter to anyone- "I don't want a compensation, I don't want a high rank... I quit. I'm staying here, with Bumblebee."

No matter how much Sentinel tried to persuade him to stay, that he shouldn't make serious decisions like that when still recovering, it was all for nothing. Longarm filed the official resignation and Optimus welcomed him with open arms to his team.

Bee has said a lot about Longarm in the past and now that they had real Longarm with them they were more that happy to get to know him. They've redone Bee's room to house the two mechs together and Longarm couldn't have it any other way. He missed Bee so much.

Once everything has calmed down, when the city has been repaired they would go on a dates. Bee would show him around the city and all his favorite places. They would find a secluded area by the river and spend the entire day there until both of them would perform their conjunx ritus at sunset, just the two of them alone, like they always wanted...

And Shockwave would still be locked in a dark cell, missing parts and plating to cover the painful wounds no one ever bothered to fix fully.

You give me angst, I give you a fic-sized post. Hope you're happy.

Oh, and Wasp was never really in the picture, he got transferred to a higher program when Bee was forced to switch and no spy rumors ever existed. No murder hornets for them, my bro.

[og-aaaaaaaaaa]

Well... when I miss you I always look up at the clouds and I wonder if we're ever looking at the same cloud even though I know it's impossible. I loved the poems you wrote for me, no ones ever done anything like that for me before and it makes me feel so loved!Sometimes whenever I see clouds it reminds me of your hair and I want to stop whatever I'm doing and just be with you. I love how smooth your skin is, it's perfect, just like the rest of you, and now everytime I see the colour blue I think of you and how perfect you are. And as much as I hate it, I love your finger, the prosthetic one, because it reminds me that you do love me and were willing to lose your finger for me. All your fears about me leaving you -as much as they make me think I've fucked up- are why I trust you so much! More than I trust anyone else! Even myself sometimes. I feel like I can actually be myself around you and I don't have to worry about how much you'll judge me for how stupid I am.-Did you know science suggest humans are more than 99% genetically identical- I know it probably doesn't apply to gods but I feel like you're much more different than any other god you feel so unique and special and like one in a million which makes me feel so lucky. And I find your voice so calming whenever you're not blaming yourself. It's like listening to a river stream or people screaming. And whenever we're not together, you're almost all I ever think about. And you look even more beautiful than any goddess ever I think you'd look perfect no matter what happened to you even if you got turned into toast or something. Do you remember when we attacked that ship? I loved that! Seeing you hurt all those mortals! It was the most I had ever loved you at the time. Y'know, you're the only person I really talk to other than my siblings, at least the ones who don't hate you for whatever reason.

(this is actually really stupid dont be alarmed) *from wherever oizys is it just starts absolutely downpouring like the heaviest rain shes felt possibly ever*

*Oizys immediately flies home to Aeolus at extreme speed*

HONEY ARE YOU ALRIGHT?

[pada55]

I’m working on a portfolio for school purposes, and managed to finish an OC in the process! Really like how they turned out soooo here it is <3

[puppppppppy]

AND I MET THE CHANGE GOD TOO. OKAY. COOL OKAY

[spaciebabie]

at first getting diagnosed with cptsd was like, "yay my trauma has been validated (it always was valid)!" and i really thought that was going to be it, but then i started to do research as i do whenever i realize i have something and learned that!! the way i experience socialization is!! quite horrid actually!!

[tokcshie]

With eyebrows furrowed, Michikatsu hoped that he was making the right decision by not taking the demon king’s offer — although the prospect of greater power and evading death sounded tempting, he knew that pain and suffering would also come along. Before Michikatsu became a demon slayer, he watched the way a demon took the lives of his men during his time as a samurai before Yoriichi arrived. By then, Michikatsu was left as the sole survivor of his camp.

And after those events, Michikatsu never told anyone, not even his twin brother how nightmares of that night would plague him. The screams, the bloodshed, the grotesque look of the demon that attacked his men. After all, he couldn’t afford to look weak in his brother’s eyes. So he kept that part to himself and kept a solemn expression.

“… whatever happens, don’t get yourself killed trying to save me.”

Michikatsu silently followed, as he too was on the lookout for any signs of demon activity or the demon king himself. A hand casually rested on the handle of his sword just in case. The sun was fully set as they walked through the woods.

When Yoriichi spoke, Michikatsu glanced over at him with a slight nod. Though he still felt slightly conflicted, deep inside he knew that he never wanted to become a demon. He just wanted to have their father’s approval and finally be good enough at something, anything. And his brother acknowledging that he finally did something right, felt odd. Not in a bad way but in a sense that Michikatsu had grown so used to hearing insults from their father, that it was slightly unsettling. “I…- thank you, brother.” He murmured.

“…. They won’t. Because I was the one who almost betrayed the slayer corps.”

Muzan wasn’t someone who often visited people since the demon king only came around if somebody was worthy of being turned into a demon. So the chances of running into him tonight were slim, however, Michikatsu was aware that he’d eventually show up to try and kill him. His eyes scanned the dark forest that surrounded them. Meanwhile the younger Tsugikuni twin walked beside him.

Even though Michikatsu still felt envious about Yoriichi, he was determined to use that envy to do something good. After the visit to the master’s residence and if they kicked him out, he was going to write all about moon breathing and breathing techniques in general. He wasn’t going to let these dark thoughts consume him — he wasn’t weak minded.

“… you joined the demon slayer corps because of the loss of your wife?” Michikatsu carefully asked, looking over at his brother. Though he never met his sister in law, based on the way Yoriichi spoke so highly about her, the elder Tsugikuni could tell that she was a kind person who genuinely loved his brother. Maybe, he would’ve liked to have known his sister in law.

While the two men walked side by side, Michikatsu’s kept a poker face despite his different thoughts about everything that was happening — him almost becoming a demon, him turning his back on the demon king at the last moment, what would happen at the master’s mansion, what would their next move be once they reported everything they knew about Muzan, etc. all while Yoriichi sounded excited about the upcoming battle.

…

Michikatsu looked over at his brother with slight curiosity as he wondered what would happen if they combined sun breathing and moon breathing to fight Muzan.

He looked up at him, his eyes reflecting the sunset, and nodded solemnly. “Alright, we’ll go to the master’s mansion tonight and tell him everything. We can’t let this go on any longer.” He stood, his movements swift and decisive, the weight of their conversation apparent in his posture.

He felt a sense of relief wash over him as he watched his brother prepare for the journey ahead. He knew that he could count on him his word and then to help him in any way possible. Together, they packed their belongings and made sure to gather enough supplies for their trip. The area was filled with a tense silence as they readied themselves, each lost in their own thoughts about the impending confrontation.

“That will not need to happen brother, because nothing is going to happen to you.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the two brothers set out into the night, the cool breeze carrying with it the faint scent of the nearby forest. Yoriichi, ever the cautious one, took the lead, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. Their footsteps echoed softly on the cobblestone path leading away from the village, a stark contrast to the bustling sounds they had grown accustomed to.

“You made the right choice brother, I want you to know that.” He walked beside him, his hand gripping the strap of his bag tightly. The weight of his decision bore heavily on his shoulders, but the resolve in his heart was unshakeable. He knew that he couldn't live with the guilt of his past mistakes if he didn't at least try to right his wrongs. Like his brother he had failed, he had let people down, he had made great mistakes, but he wished to correct them, he failed once with the demon king, never again will he fail. The siblings' bond had always been strong, and now it was about to be tested like never before.

“I believe they will banish me for my mistakes.”

They journeyed through the night, the moon casting a silver glow over the landscape. Yoriichi's eyes remained sharp, noticing every small detail, every potential threat that lurked in the shadows. He was a force of nature, a sun blazing with the will to protect those around him. Yet, even with his immense power, he knew that facing Muzan was going to be a challenge. Just because he did it once before, did not mean he could do it again, but with his brother, it was possible.

He walked alongside him, his thoughts racing with a mix of fear and determination. He had never felt so alive, so focused. The path ahead was fraught with danger, but he had made his choice. He would not let his brother bear the burden of his failure alone.

“Keep going …”

They talked in hushed tones as they traveled, sharing what little information they had gathered about Muzan and his whereabouts. Yoriichi spoke of his suspicions, his mind racing with strategies and tactics to take down the demon king. Despite the gravity of the situation, there was an underlying current of excitement in his voice—the thrill of the hunt, the promise of a challenge that could push his abilities to their limits.

[ettadunham]

sometimes i remember the hunger games and how nobody actually paid attention to what was in those books

[here-there-were-dragons]

i'm seeing three times as many people bitching in the tag about the very idea that someone might not like this breed than i see people actually expressing unambiguous dislike for this breed

[rivilu]

Haven't had the chance to play actual dnd in real life, but In this run I get the sense that bg3 perfectly captures the "party progresses in a weird sideways way that bypasses tons of the dm's prepared lore, so the dm takes revenge by dropping a near impossible encounter on them" vibe I hear so much about

[itstimeforstarwars]

I have written only 300 words in the last month and it was for cody day. This job is ruining my life.