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bananacakepie · 2 days ago
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Okay, sound the alarms, I think I know who the Bad Guy is. Zara is evil.
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Good news, is that no one really thinks through “who is running the Institute?” and traces it back to Julian. If Manuel and Zara keep underestimating Julian then that leaves room for him to undermine them.
Zara and Manuel may be young adults, or old teens, but you know that they probably aren’t taken that seriously. The idea that Zara’s dad might come in and back her up politically is a threat, one that our heros cannot match. All trusted adults are crazy (Arthur), dead/liars/traitors (Malcolm) or have something stopping them from helping (Diana).
And they can’t even rely on the aforementioned “runner of the Institute,” because right now Julian is in no position to stop Zara and Manuel, and their horrifying plan. I think that when Kit thinks that their plan bears resemblance to mundane history, he means that it reminds him of a part of the Holocaust, when Jews had to wear a sort of sign on their clothing where everyone could see, identifying them as Jews. This was to make discrimination and deportation of Jews easier for Nazis, as part of their plan to kill all Jews. In a very “we must learn history or we will be forced to repeat it” moment, Kit knows where this sort of behavior leads, and the audience who shared his knowledge of history also knows this.
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So now we’re established that they have tourtured people before. Multiple times. Was that another part of their plan to push Downworlders down?
I’m pretty sure torture - of anyone but demons - violates the Accords, and lets us know who these people are. They are absolutely willing to harm people to further their cause. Zara’s remark that Manuel enjoys it seems new, not an old argument, not something that she’s had to stop him from doing, but rather an aside, something she witnessed and tucked away, because it doesn’t matter if he’s enjoying it or not, or if he’s gone too far, because the people he has hurt don’t matter to her.
And Manuel’s response further develops him and her. Manuel is direct in his evil. Sure, he has to hide it from other people, but among the Cohort, he can be the “Wild Card” of the group, uncontrollable and cruel, as long as he is directed the right way. Meanwhile, Zara keeps up her “we are following the law, and doing things the way they should be done” tirade, refusing to lower herself to Manuel’s level, or have her opinion challenged in any way.
Zara admires Manuel’s “work”. That word is very dehumanizing, turning the people who Manuel has tortured into meaningless examples, with no thought to their lives. And Manuel is just smiling the whole time? At least Zara is pretending to put on a veil of civility and be formal. Or maybe she really believes in her cause, which makes her so much worse.
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Zara (and her father) seem to be the ones in charge: Zara’s doing the talking, Zara’s throwing out insults, Zara’s deciding who she will give a second chance, Zara’s family will be running the Institute.
And then Manuel throws a wrench in their dynamic, showing us that he might be closer to a true wild card, rather than just the unpredictable/crazy second-in-command to the bad guy. He wants something. Something that Zara already knows about, something that feels like has been repeated. Maybe knowing that something could give our main characters an advantage, or maybe it could show us for disgusting Manuel really is. But it looks like he really wants it.
And then the reveal of the plan. I don’t think I need to say much more about it.
The setting: creepy
The plan: ominous and horrifying
The deal: really really weird
In conclusion, these are both horrible people. Zara seems to be a little more lawful than Manuel, relying on structure and Law, but she also plans to be in charge of the Law, so I think she’s just trying to set a precedent. “I followed your laws, now you follow mine.”
So, Lawful Evil and Chaotic Evil? I’ll revisit it.
Zara says that the “Cohort” is on their side, which is very bad if they have a large group of people to back them up. Based on the was the talk, and have acted as a whole, I think most Centurions are a part of this Downworlder-hating Cohort. Looks like they’re going all in on the roman-naming theme, which is funny when they’re dealing with the roman/greek named Blackthorns.
Manuel might be a wild card, and is definitely a pig.
On the bright side, Kit, Ty and Livvy had some cute moments. The “Hot Shadowhunters Calendar” and comartary on who Ty could throw the starfish at. Does this trio have a name? The twins and Kit? The Mystery Trio? TLK? Especially this moment at the start where Kit doesn’t mock Livvy’s romanticizing of Manuel and Zara, and seems to seriously look for it.
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Kit seems to want to prove himself to Ty and Livvy, getting embarrassed and going along with their plans. I think he does like hanging out with them. (Blackthorns do seem to embrace the Mundane culture and these two especially and less trying to force Kit to train, just run wild and have fun. Maybe he sees hanging out with them as a form of rebellion?)
Also a this scene gives us a little insight into Kit’s backstory, when he remembers his father dying. He’s kind of the Tessa or Clary of this series, just introduced to the Shadowhunter world through a tramatic demonic related event. And he’s probably still processing the trauma of watching his father die, so it’s understandable that he doesn’t want to go toe to toe with a demon anytime soon.
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ghostatrandom · 1 year ago
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It’s like 6am and I think this why I should A) take adderall or B) call an exorcist
Like why did I spent so much time on this? Idk it just kinda happened, guess my inner child has more of a vendetta than I realized
Ramble under cut!
The Toys are more than ready to rat out the Music club as a fraud! But first they want to give them the opportunity to come cleam by their own volition. They only find Bonifacio in the room and, with that air of superiority they have, challenge the so called "guitarist" of the club to actually show if he can even lift the guitar.
Bonnie has shown to them what he truly is behind those round glasses: a musical force not to be reckoned with, for he is probably the best player at the school!
This shocks everyone, but especially Bon, who not only seems surprised, but also, embarrased? Maybe it's just anger out of seeing a potencial guitar rival, right?
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sp0o0kylights · 22 days ago
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Part One
There’s a bloody and battered Steve Harrington on Phil Callahan’s couch. 
There’s also a somewhat shellshocked (but otherwise perfectly fine, thank God) Eddie Munson passed out on the other side of it, having refused to leave after dragging Harrington to Phil’s front door. 
Hopper and Powell both are unable to be raised via radio, dispatch is being cagey and keeps insisting they know nothing (but also cannot send an ambulance his way due to ‘unusually high call volumes’, what the fuck) and being that it’s now 3 am, Flo has long left the station.
Which leaves Phil as the last adult standing, slumped in a chair and quietly wondering if this is how the apocalypse starts. 
(Given the ER has apparently been overtaken by some sort of government task force to deal with a “gas leak and related poisonings” --suspicious quotation marks very much implied-- it kind of feels like it might be. 
“There are men in containment suites here. The big bulky white ones you only see in movies.” 
The nurse he begged through back channels to talk to had hissed on the phone, voice low and frantic. 
“There’s talk they’re going to quarantine the hospital. Do not bring that kid here. If you think he’s worse tomorrow, drive him to St. Peters in the morning, but otherwise just keep an eye on him.” 
St. Peters, the next closest hospital, is a full hour and a half drive away--and that’s if Phil takes his cruiser and keeps the lights and sirens on.) 
Callhan alternates between watching the clock and the rise and fall of Harrington’s chest as he breathes. Contemplates when his small town, boring life started going completely sideways. 
The nurse had assured him Steve probably just had a concussion and a few fractured ribs. The head wound had already closed by the time Phil checked it and it likely won’t need stitches unless it reopens. 
They are living out the best case scenario here. Steve’s (probably) going to be fine. He just needs to take things easy for a while, which Phil himself will be insisting he do, since that kid will not be going home to an empty house.
Not when he knows Steve's parents are gone and as helpful as Munson’s been, Phil can't ask him to watch Harrington.
For all the chains, swagger, and dumb habit of stealing Phil’s cowboy hat, Eddie Munson’s still a kid himself. 
Nevermind that Phil’s pretty sure the two aren’t even friends, let alone friendly. 
Sure Munson’s been spotted at a couple of Harrington’s parties, and yes there’s definitely rumors the brat's started dealing, but unlike most of Steve’s crew, Munson knows to bolt long before the cops show up. 
Definitely isn’t the type to play sports, in the same way Steve isn’t the type to stage large scale lawn-flamingo heists. They just don’t cross paths much. 
Plus it’s just downright irresponsible to even think of asking Munson and okay, maybe as a cop Phil himself has a responsibility to the city of Hawkins, but the city isn’t currently bleeding all over his couch. 
Add on the little fact that Steve had repeatedly said that he didn't want to be left alone…
(That he hadn’t realized how bad off he was until he was already behind the wheel of his car, chasing down a half-remembered promise of help Callahan had once offered. 
Phil would bet his last dollar that was why Munson hadn’t left yet. 
That he’d watched the way Steve had clung, first to Munson and then to Phil,  wrecked and shaking, his voice splintering as he pleaded, “Please stay, I don’t wanna die alone, I--sorry, please--”
Phil had been in a full-blown panic trying to reassure the kid he wasn’t about to keel over and he was a cop, for fuck’s sake!
Munson, who had once famously melted down in middle school over animal control’s attempts to put down an injured possum and tried to start a riot?
Even if he hadn’t needed the extra hands, Phil would’ve let the little brat linger, if only to head off the inevitable nightmares this whole screwed-up mess was bound to leave behind.) 
No ones going anywhere until Phil has answers or orders. 
The clock chimes in the background, a reminder of the late hour and he uses it to shove all thoughts of death and teenagers away. 
Attempts, once again, to walk through what he’ll do if the next call he gets is about an evacuation, or a curfew, or some other government issued order, and he still can’t get a hold of Hopper or Powell. 
If the hospital closes they’ll need to make a statement. Call some sort of town hall about what to do, where to go in case little Suzie or Bobby eats shit on their bike. 
Calm some people down in case the gas leak thing gains traction. Starts going around causing the same panic Benny’s death and Will Byers disappearance had. 
Wouldn’t be hard, given those two incidents happened last year.  
(Would the county send the stupid staties if Phil was the one to call in? Say he can’t get a hold of his own people? 
Would they care about the lowest guy on the force panicking, or would they think him a small town moron and ignore him until it was too late?
What if this really is the fucking apocolypse and Phil’s the only cop left around? 
‘Can I survive the end of the world with two teenagers in tow’ is not a thought exercise he’s ever entertained.
If he had, King Steve and Menace Munson would have been his last possible pick for the role, definitely not with one of them injured, and oh, dammit, he’s catastrophizing again--) 
Running on caffeine fumes and sheer panic, Phil’s thoughts loop relentlessly, the clock chiming again and again until the first light breaks through the windows and Steve finally stirs. 
Finds he must have fallen into some sort of half-asleep trance because he’s jerked to full awareness when Harrington moves to get up and ends up falling back down, loudly hissing and clutching his head. 
“Easy, easy.” Phil mutters, up in a shot, coming to hover over Harrington like the kid’s a nervous horse. “You’re with--uh, Officer Callahan? At my house.”
Then, like Steve might not know, adds;  “You’re pretty hurt, kid.” 
“Oh.” Steve says, squints up at him, holding his head in both hands. “Alright.”
That's a dramatic under-reaction, and Phil’s instantly worried about brain damage as Munson starts to come alive next to them. 
He crouches down next to Steve, hands hovering uncertainly. “You remember what happened?”
Steve stares at the floor, then at Phil. 
“Sort of?” 
“Waz’ goin’ on?” Munson says, blinking rapidly into awareness. 
“Go grab an ice pack for Steve,” Phil says distractedly, as he reaches out, telegraphing his movements. Begins gently combing through Steve’s hair to get a look at the cut. “Top shelf, left side of the freezer.”
He earns a foggy stare and a grunt that might’ve been “Sure”--or possibly, just a default teenager noise, before Munson tumbles upright, staggering off like a baby deer. 
Phil might’ve rolled his eyes and made a comment on teenage zombism, if Steve didn’t flinch every time his fingers so much as brushed against his skull. 
“Scale of one to ten, how bad’s the pain?” He asks, only just remembering to keep his voice down.
“It’s throbbing, man.” Steve replies, which isn’t as concerning as the fact he’s allowing Phil to manhandle his entire head without complaint, despite the pain. 
Thankfully, Phil’s prepared.
“Let’s fix that, then. Pick a hand, any hand.” He jokes lamely, as he fishes in the pocket of his pants, finally pulling out the little pill bottle he’d retrieved earlier. 
“Uh…” Steve stares at him uncomprehendingly until Phil holds out his palm and shakes the pill jar, two pills bouncing down. 
“Oh.” Steve says. “That hand then.” 
“This will make you a little loopy, but it’ll help with the pain.” Phil warns, handing them over. “I’ll get you a glass of water to take it with.” 
Not that he apparently needed to because Steve’s already popped the pills in his mouth and swallowed them dry. 
“Hope that’s because of the pain and not because you’re used to doing that.” Phil chides sarcastically, rising to his feet. Water will do Steve good anyway, he could barely get any down the kid last night. 
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Steve tosses at his back, the first real sign of his usual attitude. 
Which means the kids’ definitely going to be okay, at least. 
Phil rolls his eyes, fighting the urge to show relief as he passes Munson, the older teen now looking far more awake despite his hair looking like a rat made its home there. 
“Munson?” Steve says, startling loudly when Eddie drops down next to him on the couch. “Shit I thought I hallucinated you.” 
“No such luck, your majesty. Here, ice pack,” The older teen still sounds like he gargled gravel.  “Put it on your head.” 
Phill grabs a water bottle for him too. 
He returns as Eddie manages to wedge the ice pack into Steve’s limp hands, holding two bottles of water himself; one for Harrington and one for Munson,  who sounds like he could probably use it too.
“Do that, drink this, then,” Phil says, trying not to push but needing answers as he hands out the water, “Start talking. What the hell happened?”
Harrington presses the ice to his temple, and meets Phil’s eyes.
“How much do you know?” 
And nope, no, fucking no, that is not how this is going to work today, thanks!
“Uh-uh, you answer first!” Phil snaps, arms crossing over his chest. “All we have established is that you showed up here looking like you went ten rounds with Michael Myers and then tried to drive afterwards.” 
He’s been balancing on the knife’s edge of panic all night, and now that Harrington’s finally stringing full sentences together, it’s starting to show. 
Phil needs something here, he’s beyond desperate.  
Even if it’s just normal dumb teenager bullshit. 
“No, like, how much has Hop told you?” Steve clarifies hesitantly. “About the--the stuff? With the lab?” 
Which just makes things worse, since all roads seem to circle back to them.
(He knew that lab made evil space lasers and shit!) 
“I'm sorry, who's asking questions here? From the top, Harrington.” He raises his hand in the air, just in case Steve needs visual representation as Phil’s anxiety grapples with him. “Pretend Hopper hasn’t told me anything. Right now, you can pretend he doesn’t even exist.” 
Harrington squirts at him disbelievingly under the ice pack. 
Mutters; “I forgot you get bitchy when you’re upset.” 
Which is rich, coming from a Harrington. Their entire family turned being bitchy into an inherited skill set!
“The hospital says there’s a gas leak happening.” Phil prods, tone tight despite himself. “Is it from the lab? The government?” 
Was this a weapon that got away from them? Did they have Hopper? Is that why he wasn’t answering his damn radio!?
Phil knew they were on a time limit here, with the meds, but he hadn’t exactly anticipated Harrington starting off by talking about the lab. Selfishly thinks he’d have held off for a second if he had known this was related to whatever the hell was happening in town. 
“You kept mentioning the junkyard and some kid named Dustin.” Munson interrupts, hanging his elbows on his knees and peering at Steve. “You said you were going to be pissed at him if you died because he was being stupid.” 
Phil resists the urge to shush him. 
Unfortunately Harrington grabs onto that and runs with it, launching into a rambling, half-baked story involving babysitting, Hargrove being one of the kid’s racist stepbrother (unsurprising, Phil’s met his jackass of a dad), fighting with loose dogs and helping Hopper in the tunnels. 
Every mention of tunnels and dogs is delivered with sharp little glances at Phil, like he’s supposed to be in on something here. 
Phil isn’t, which he does not like, given the overall feeling of impending doom. 
Fortunately for Harrington’s head, but tragically for Phil’s sanity, the meds kick in after just twenty minutes.
On an empty stomach, ill-advised as that is, they hit even faster.
Which means any good information Phil might’ve squeezed out gets steamrolled by Harrington’s slow-motion nosedive into delirious nonsense. 
The kid’s answers grow less filtered and more disjointed, stopping part way through one sentence to start another. Phil makes the mistake of asking about the lab again right as Steve drops the word mindflayer, and suddenly Munson is firing off questions like it's a pop quiz on some weird board game.
Wings his hands in the air and drops back down in his chair as he mentally writes off getting anything when it dissolves into an argument over what a ‘demogorgon’ looks like. And sure, maybe he shouldn’t have expected too much, but then, he’s running on zero sleep himself here. 
 He turns on the TV with a frustrated sigh and flips it to the news station, keeping the volume down as low as it’ll go. 
Half-heartedly tunes in just enough to catch Stacy Whitherspoon droning about the weather, while listening for anything that might signal their impending doom. 
“--I’m telling you man, I don’t care what the kids say, it doesn’t have claws--” 
“Were you fucking there? No you weren't, cause you woulda seen the claws coming through the wall--” 
Eddie keeps throwing side-glances towards Callahan, like he’s checking to see if Phil’s clocking all this, and Phil mostly ignores it, because it’s more fun to watch Munson think Steve’s serious about actually seeing a monster. 
(Considers it payback for all the lawn flamingos that the brat’s stuck cowboy hats and sheriff badges on, and then splashed dramatically with red paint.)  
Of course Steve can’t just stick to the monster shit, and apparently, takes a jump into ‘whoops I may have given him too many pills’ land when he abruptly stops talking to just stare at Munson. 
“Dude,”  he says, with a thunderstruck expression, “did you know you have like, really pretty hair?” 
“Thanks, your majesty.” Eddie snarks in return, but it's too soft to be a reprimand. 
“Can I touch it? I wanna touch it.” 
Yeah, the drugs have definitely kicked in.
“If you let Callahan put the ice pack back on your face you can. You keep taking it off.” 
“Nooooo.” Steve whines pitifully, “It’s cold!” 
“Jesus Harrington, you really hit your head.” Eddie chuckles, now looking outright panicked as he coughs and looks pointedly at Phil, doe eyes seemingly sending out both ‘Are you hearing all this?’ and ‘Hello!? SOS!’  
“I gave him some Percodan.” Phil finally admits. “He’s fine, he’s likely just a little loopy from it.” 
He does not mention the pills are his own, left over from a minor surgery and not something all cops just happen to have on hand. 
He also does not comment on the fact that Munson looks instantly relieved, like he knows what a Percodan is. 
“I’m only loopy because Hargove cheated.” Steve grumbles in complaint, one foot in the conversation and the other off in space. “He hit my head. With a plate. Which is cheating.” 
“With a plate?” Munson and Phil both blurt out, nearly in unison. 
“With a plate!” Steve repeats with a bitchy undertone. “He tried to attack Lucas!” 
Another disbelieving scoff, much like the King Steve persona Phil’s grown familiar with.
“Lucas is like,” Steve pauses and looks down, counting on his fingers. Pauses again, then looks back up at them. “Maybe ten?” 
It’s stupid to even ask, but Phil can’t help himself. Steve had never truly clarified anything in all his rambling, and the Hargrove part had mostly focused on Steve’s worry over the kids, and the fact that the guy apparently had some sort of hard-on for bullying Harrington. 
“Is that where all your injuries are from? The fight with Hargrove?”  
He kind of hopes Steve says yes, if only because that’s normal shitty behavior. 
Phil can deal with normal shitty. He knows exactly what to do with normal shitty!
(Government agents in hazmat suits taking over the hospital is crazy shitty and he has zero idea how to even approach that mess.) 
Steve raises a hand, wobbily tilts it side to side in a ‘sort of’ motion. 
“I mean half was Billy, half was the demo, the dem, the dogs.” He struggles, before making a comically upset face. “An’ the tunnel. Fuck those tunnels, man.” 
Then corrects himself by saying, “Language, asshole.” 
“Steve,” Eddie says, and Phil can tell he’s struggling not to laugh. “You’re the one that said it.” 
“Oh.” Steve’s face untwists, taking back on the overall confused air. “I shouldn’t do that. Hey,” 
He tries to sit up, lean forward. “Did you know you have really pretty hair?” 
This would all be way more entertaining if Phil didn’t still need actual answers out of Harrington. 
Lesson learned: next time Harrington needs meds, he’s getting a pill. As in one, as in singular. 
“You should let me--like,” Steve trails off for a moment, apparently fighting the drugs and his messed up head both. “Like..style? That’s not the right word…” 
“You can play with it later. You have melted ice on your face.”
Steve is horrified instantly. “I have mice on my face!?” 
“No.” Eddie's struggling not to grin, and it's so easy to tell it's a real one when Phil has seen every shade of fake on that brat’s face.  “Here, let me get it.” 
He bats Steve’s hands away when the other attempts to ineffectively wipe at his cheeks, pulling out one of the black hanky’s he’s been sporting since about fifth grade to help and Phil freezes, because this one is different. 
This one he recognizes, because it’s from a specific bar in Indiana. 
“Just remember when this is over that you're mad at Callahan, not me.” 
“Why would I be mad at you?” 
“King Jockstrap, accepting help from the Freak? You tell me why that'd go badly.” 
A specific, special bar. One he himself visited a couple times, first on a dare and next out of curiosity, before he met Tracy and got engaged/married/divorced. 
It’s the kind of place with blacked out windows and multiple exits. Where he had made damn sure no one in there knew he was even associated with the police, let alone training to become a cop. 
Steve sounds downright hurt. “I gave all that stuff up. I gave everything up.” 
“What, being King Jockstrap?”
“Bring King of anything.” 
Phil felt that intuition of his kick in again. The one that said things like a Darcelle XV’s handkerchief weren’t exactly something a teenager just casually found. 
Definitely not in a town like Hawkins. 
(Absolutely not a kid like Munson.) 
“I can’t do it and help the kids. Jonathan and Nancy are both--” Steve cuts himself off. Starts again. “They keep telling me it's just me and. I don't want them to feel like they're…”
“Alone?” Eddie finishes for him, voice soft. 
Steve hums. 
“Yeah.” 
Phil only went a handful of times and he doesn’t recall what all the colors for the hankey’s meant, but staring at it, he’s hit with the same feeling he gets when he helps Flo complete a puzzle, or when he has one of those moments where he helps someone, instead of making their day worse. 
It doesn’t take much to change an entire worldview, but processing it? 
All the interactions Phil’s ever had with Munson, the complaints, the rumors?
 It’s like watching an explosion in real time, everything falling into place so fast it almost hurts. 
“Hey. If you're uh, if you're actually not mad at me, after this? I wouldn't mind continuing to make sure you're not alone.” 
“What's that mean?” 
What that means is Eddie Munson is going down in flames in real time, directly in front of the straightest kid Phil's ever met. 
Well. Okay. He's seen the hairspray, maybe not straightest ever, but…
Phil takes one long breath as the situation recontextualizes itself, then follows his gut and barrels over whatever clearly ill-advised, teen-crush filled nonsense Munson looks ready to blurt out.
“I went to Darcelle’s a couple times, when I was in my early twenties.” 
Phil has to talk to the ceiling, because he really doesn’t want to see Munson’s face right now. 
Harrington’s either, but Harrington likely won’t remember shit later. 
“I wouldn’t be let in if I went back now, not unless I pretended I wasn’t an officer, but.” He swallows. Tries to think on how much he wants Munson to know, and what actually would be a reassurance, here. 
Realizes, in that weird, back of the head sort of way, that offering reassurance is what he’s trying to do. 
“It’s a cool place.”  He finishes awkwardly. 
Dead silence meets his words and after a moment Phil pulls his gaze back to Harrington. 
Who is half leaning into Munson’s hands like a cat, completely unaware of the conversation happening around him, while Eddie stares frozen at Phil in a sort of mute horror. 
Silence stretches uncomfortably between them, long enough that Phil’s gearing up to say something really stupid to get himself out of this, when Eddie whispers; 
“Would you go back?” 
And shit, he hadn’t known Munson knew what a whisper was, let alone how to get his own voice to do it. 
Phil thinks honestly on the question though. He started this, he’s the adult here and he knows damn well he’s being asked something else. 
“Yeah.” He says, and can’t even tell if he’s lying or telling the truth. Figures it doesn’t matter, so long as Munson understands what Phil’s actually saying back. “Yeah I think I might. After the uh, divorce finalizes.” 
Eddie carefully extracts his hands and hanky both from Steve, fiddling with it in his hands. 
“I really want to go there again.” It’s spoken like a secret spilled, a careful thing Munson’s still unsure that he wants out there, attached back to him. 
Phil nods. Feels a weird lick of fondness he probably shouldn’t have for him, given the way the brat seems to enjoy being Hawkins PD’s self-assigned pain in the ass, but, well. 
He already opened his door for Steve. 
What’s another wayward kid? 
Except this one he recalls, isn’t as wayward as he seems, or at least, not anymore, and he feels a little guilty as he remembers that Wayne Munson both exists and might be worried about where his nephew is. 
“You’re a good kid, Eddie.” He says, and watches as that seems to hit the teen harder than not-quite admitting Phil’s been to a gay bar. “Phone’s in the kitchen. Go call your Uncle, he should be home by now. Let him know where you are.” 
“Yeah, okay.” Eddie says, and then actually goes to do so, like a proper citizen who listens to adults and authority figures instead of a semi feral rugrat.
Which just leaves Phil with Steve, who’s slumped sort of sideways on the couch. 
“Hey Callahan?” The kid says quietly, drawing Phil’s attention to him. 
“Yeah?” 
“Thanks.” 
The knee jerk response Phil has is to ask What for, but drops the idea the second he realizes the kid’s eyes are drifting shut. 
Internally curses himself for apparently deciding to half-adopt teenager asshole’s while he himself is barely in his 30s, but fuck it. 
“Anytime, Harrington. Anytime.” 
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redwinewhiteroses · 10 months ago
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What does your fs love the most about you?
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Your fs is really attracted to you sexually. It's really a strong energy almost like lust and desire. I think they love your body, sensuality and your sexual expression. They admire your physical body too much in a good way. They're really tempted by you. They might even be obsessive over you. Your fs feels intoxicated by you. I think you seduce them and they love that about you. You might know what your fs wants and you'll say it exactly the way he wants, I think he's so charmed by that. You could be a bit manipulative in getting what you want, and he is kinda turned on by that ngl. Also you might be a dom or have some control or an invisible grasp over him and he likes that. Like they can't say no to you. You or them could be a bit submissive and your fs likes that power dynamic. It seems that one has control over the other and they love that their partner is submissive or dominant over them. This could be a theme in your relationship. For some you might be into heavy makeup or roleplay or kinky stuff and they love that about you. For some of you, you might be a daredevil and pretty unconventionally attractive and they love that about you. For some of you, you guys might indulge in something together and they love sharing that experience with you, whatever it is.
Your fs loves your optimism and warm hearted nature. They think you are full of life and they feel inspired by you in so many ways. I think they love your cheerfulness and positive attitude towards life. You could be playful or goofy with them and they really enjoy that about you. You bring a lot of love and light to their life and they are truly grateful to have you as their life partner.
You could be a happy go lucky person or you might radiate a childlike joy and your fs adores you for all of those traits. They find you charming and confident.
Your fs loves your enthusiasm for life. You might have expressive eyes and they love your eyes. You make people feel valued and appreciated and that really catches your fs's eyes. You might have a lot of friends or you love building connections with people. Maybe you love celebrating people. You build community and your fs loves that. You can be a social butterfly. Your fs thinks you have a good friendship and a passionate love life. They might think they got the better end of the deal in your marriage lol. There's this energy of them seeing you as a catch. Almost like they feel a thousand times better about themselves with you by their side. You magnify their self confidence and they love that about you.
For very few of you, this relationship might have started as a fwb situation and progressed into a marriage. That's it for my dear group ones.
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They love the stability you bring into your relationship. They love how reliable you are and that actions always follow your words. They think you are reliable and they value your partnership and commitment more than anything and everything else. They feel at home with you. There's this strong sense of belonging they feel with you. They love that you bring so much joy and optimism into their life and how their life is now a thousand times better with you in it. They love how caring you are and they love the conversations you share. They love the depth of the relationship you have, they think it is so profound. They are incredibly grateful for your presence is what I'm seeing. If you are already married to this person, they absolutely love your marriage. I think they would love to have kids with you and raise them together enjoying those little cute family moments together. They basically love love love doing life with you. Living under the same roof with you is something they cannot get enough of. This is so precious 😭
They also love how nurturing and emotionally stable you are. They think you are quite mature and impressive when dealing with emotions and complex feelings. They think you are very secure in yourself and you know how to regulate your emotions really well. They feel very safe and protected in the relationship. They think you support them and they're very grateful for you. They feel understood and accepted for all that they are. They love how sensitive you are. You could be an empath or you feel things rather deeply and intensely. They love how you don't judge but rather fully accept and embrace all parts of them without discrimination. They love your healing presence. You might be feminine and a true romantic at heart and your fs loves that about you. They always appreciate your sweet romantic gestures.
They also love your emotional abundance. You radiate love and kindness. You embody the true essence of love. They think you are a good spouse and loving, gentle parent. They love how loyal you are and how secure your relationship is. You might be creating art or creative in general and they absolutely love that about you. You bring them a lot of peace and improve their emotional wellbeing. Both your heart chakras are fully open in this relationship and finally you both could navigate towards spirituality together and heal and find a higher purpose in life. There is also a newness in your relationship, like it's always fresh, never stagnant, never boring and there's always more to look forward to. Your fs loves that abundant positivity and rejuvenation in your marriage. There's overflowing love here. This is a really beautiful relationship 💕
One thing that is very prominent here is you could have many kids together or you or your fs could have a strong desire to have kids. Pregnancy and fertility is very abundant in this marriage. So there's a lot of good luck and high possibility if that is something you want.
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Your fs loves how warm and welcoming you are. They love how optimistic and joyful you are. They love the stability you bring into their life. They feel safe in your relationship. They are grateful for how supportive you are. They love how stable your relationship is and they think your relationship is built on a strong foundation with mutual trust and respect. They love being married to you. They love spending time with you and they love talking to you because you possess a lot of wisdom. They feel this sense of belonging with you. They feel at home with you. They feel well understood and supported by you. They might look forward to coming home after work just to see you. Also they love having kids with you. They would most definitely love to create a family with you. They love the acts of service you do to make their life easier. They are incredibly grateful for you.
Your fs loves how you stand in your own true power. Your fs feels like you can guide them and help them navigate difficulties in life. They appreciate the knowledge and wisdom you bring to the table. You might raise your kids well and you maybe a strong guiding light for them and your fs really loves that about you. You could have an answer to a lot of things and you resolve conflict easily within the relationship. You could do a lot of self reflection and your fs thinks that the stability you bring is multiplied ten times over due to your amazing personal qualities. You could be quite independent on your own. You have a good sense of self, likely from a lot of introspection. They see that, and they absolutely love that about you. They think you are a very thoughtful partner. You could go against the grain and you would definitely not fear standing on your own. I think you have a lot of power and inner wisdom. You stand true to your beliefs. You could be a bit of a loner but never lonely. You could have a passion for life and maybe you charge that power and transmute that into creative energy with alone time. Your fs loves how you have a life for yourself within your marriage. Like you could have your own passion and ambitions for things you love to do and you bravely pursue them without hesitating. You have a good balance of depending on your partner and venturing into the world on your own. Your fs loves your wisdom and sense of self and your bravery to stand true to yourself at all times.
Your fs loves how passionate you are. You might have a lot of energy. Contradictory to your self isolation tendencies, you definitely has a lot of drive and ambition for life. You could have a home based business or you might have a creative pursuit. Your fs loves your ambition and determination. You might be into fitness, high energy activities and you might have some interesting hobbies. It's never boring with you is what I'm seeing. You could be a go getter and action oriented and your fs loves how decisive you are. You are confident, spontaneous and daring, you might even challenge them in some ways and inspire them. You could also lead the relationship in some way and I think your fs appreciates that. Your fs and you could travel a lot together.
Your fs also loves how passionate you are. You could be very confident with your sexuality and you are great at expressing yourself that way. There's this fiery passion in your relationship and it's very real. You could have a lot of spicy time with your fs and they absolutely love your wild, crazy, passionate side of you.
There's a possibility of pregnancy here. You would most likely create a family with your person. If that's something you want.
In case you were attracted to group two, I suggest you read that if you feel called to do that. The energies were quite similar, not entirely but there could be messages for some of you.
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Your fs could love your femininity and your nurturing qualities regardless of gender. You could be a provider of sorts. You might have a good intuition and your fs loves that divine feminine side of you. Your fs loves how nurturing, soft and compassionate you are. Your fs also thinks you are enigmatic and alluring. You could have emotional depth and you could come across as a bit mysterious. Your fs is intrigued by you but at the same time loves that about you. You could have some specific fears or insecurities and your fs could be aware of them.
Your fs also loves that you are a bit possessive or jealous. You might have a tight grasp on your lovers or romantic relationships. Your fs loves how you are quite possessive over them.
You could be a hard worker and could be financially well off and your fs admires that about you.
You also have a tendency to give too much of yourself or too little of yourself in a relationship. I think it'll be healthy to have balance in your relationship with your fs. There could be a power dynamic of sorts and your fs kinda loves that. You might overextend yourself or give too much and your fs seems to love that regardless of that being a bit unfair. Youcould be carrying a lot of responsibilities and your fs might slack off and expect you to do them. Your plate is full in a way. You could be a risk taker and you just make things happen. Might not be for everyone, but you could be the breadwinner and your fs loves how you manage a lot of responsibilities on your own and never look to their side for support. Some of yall might be giving too little in the relationship, so your fs loves the chase. He loves the challenge and he wants to figure you out. Unravel more and more of you and your secrets. There seems to be a underlying unhealthy dynamic that plays to the benefit of your fs. Regardless your marriage with your fs could be fulfilling and passionate.
You could be highly passionate and sexual. You could be playful and adventurous. You could have a high libido and there also can be a huge emphasis on your physical relationship. There could be over indulgence in sexual activities and your fs loves that. Your fs also loves your daring and fiery nature. You could take charge in the bedroom and even in public life. Your fs could be submissive in a way and he loves the dynamic you have. For this group, your fs loves this dynamic that exists in your marriage and it's coming through strongly and not necessarily your individual qualities.
There could be a lack of balance in this relationship. It's not necessarily bad, if one particular partner enjoys being more dominant and carrying more responsibilities and the other partner is more laidback and less driven naturally and they both consensually agree that it is okay, there's no problem at all. But if overextending yourself isn't your own choice, it's better to achieve more balance in the relationship with your fs and resolve things if there are any visible or invisible problems. This was quite an interesting group.
Thanks for joining me for this reading! 💌
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monayen · 9 months ago
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you said something about Nyon being one of the better head givers ... what about the rest of them ;3 ? maybe rank them PLZZZ - 🦋
Pussy Eatin' Headcannons (lol)
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➷ Paring - Multi x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]
➷ CWs - explicit afab reader, oral (f. recieving) / cunnilingus, biting / marking, fingering
a/n - oh this is everything to me thank you for this ask. also throwing in the ratmen and satoru because i errr uhh CAN DO WHAT I WANT. i actually had a bit of a hard time ranking them specifically as i feel like #6-4 can be interchangeable if you think hard enough. but this is about eatin' pussy so have ur own thoughts frens
(from worst to best)
Tied for last place: Ratmen 3-5
These guys likely wouldn’t even know what to do with a pussy in their face
They’re used to rushed quickies, as they’re always afraid of being caught
Way too fast and sloppy when eating you out, leaves a mess of your own wetness all on their faces
It won’t be all that satisfying, so don’t expect to cum anytime soon. Because of that, they'll probably tap out after a while
They definitely prefer receiving head over giving it—after all, they’ll finish much faster than you. A shame, really
8. Micheal Jr
Like Ratmen 3-5, he lacks the time and experience to properly eat you out. The only reason he ranks higher is his sheer enthusiasm to do so
He wants you to squeeze your thighs around his face and tug his hair
Still messy and too quick, but with the right training and time, he might actually be decent at it. But that won't ever happen
7. Nyen
Rarely gives you oral which automatically puts him at a low spot
Which might be for the best, considering he ends up using too much teeth most of the time. Like he has literally bitten your clit before :(
His hands will also dig painfully into your hips and sides when he grasps onto you, which could make it hard to focus on the already sorta uncomfortable head
Definitely prefers fucking your throat and he’s clear about that
6. Randal
The neediest head you’ll ever receive. Laps you up like a dog and leaves you a sweaty, sticky mess
Loves come swallowing and is determined to lick up every last drop of wetness that leaks out of you
The 69 position is a must for him. Fucking your face while his tongue curls inside of you? The best (aside from actually fucking you)
"Head for head?” is something that unironically leaves his mouth way too often
Genuinely cannot get enough of it. Tires you out and still will stretch out his tongue for another round
Enough that it can actually be exhausting to deal with his constant need for your pussy to be in his face
Also bites, duh
5. Sebastian
Reluctant at first, wouldn't have ever propositioned if you didn't
Not because he thought it was gross or weird, just nervous to perform poorly and make a fool of himself
His inexperience makes him a bit awkward and clumsy, but his earnest desire to please you makes up for his lack of skill
Actually not bad at all when he gets into it though. Let his nerves settle and he’ll eat it like he's starving (which he is)
Likes for you to sit on his face and grind against him. Listen to his shaky whimpers against your flesh as he struggles to breathe properly. Don’t worry, he likes it!
4. Robert
Doesn't have an exact preference for giving or receiving, so a nice plus!
Again, he just has the similar problem the rest of the ratmen have: lack of time / opportunity
Though inexperienced, he’s much neater and more patient than his ratmen counterparts—not that it’s saying much, but it’s still an improvement
Has a tendency to nibble and gnaw at your skin, can get a bit too enthusiastic about it sometimes (ouch!)
Give him multiple tries to learn where the clit is, how to combo his tongue and fingers, and how to find a proper rhythm and I think he’ll do quite well :)
3. Satoru
Similar to Randal in how he loves to eat you out. Practically lives for it
He wants to try every single position possible (which is more than you think) and learn all the things that make your thighs shake
Never stops talking, even with his mouth full—mumbles against you, breathless words garbling out as he showers you with praise. He just can’t help it, you taste too good to stay quiet!
Again, can end up being a bit too much to handle if you're sensitive
A lot more accommodating than Randal though, if you need a break, he'll let you. It can be tiring to be folded with your legs in the air as he sucks on your overstimulated clit. You sweet thing ^^
2. Luther
Very delicate. Almost far too careful, treating you like a five course meal
Every part of you is so precious to him so he makes sure his long fingers and sharp teeth won't ever hurt you
His tongue likes to move in slow, deliberate strokes, thumb rhythmically rubbing against your clit as firm hands grip along your inner thigh
His ability to focus on a specific task means he’ll be down there for a while, so just keep your legs steady on his shoulders, pet ♡
1. Nyon
Gives the best head.
Doesn't complain, doesn't wait for you to initiate, isn't too fast or slow, knows all the right spots and patterns
He picks up on what you like quickly. Incredibly attentive to your tastes, loves to see you melt and moan when he eats you out just right
Secretly prides himself on making you come just from his mouth. Why shouldn't he? He tries very hard for you, Родная<3
Gets so much satisfaction from giving. Fully devoted to making you feel good until you’re completely spent
He doesn’t tend to ask for anything in return, content enough with just settling his face between your thighs. Ignore that wet spot on his crotch… you just get him so excited when you tug at his hair!
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empty-vessel-of-a-person · 8 months ago
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Reasons why Sylus and MC’s Love is Strong and Enduring
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The Front Side
Their relationship may have started in a wrong foot but they gradually (specially MC) come to terms that Sylus will constantly be at her side.
In “No Way Out” and “Radiant Brilliance” Sylus, the ever elusive and strong leader of Onichynus has no problem is showing weakness with MC. This is huge considering Sylus reputation. Being vulnerable and open is not something easy for a man like Sylus, but he let MC see every side of him.
Sylus is the first LaDS men to ever directly tell MC that he loves her and proves it to her in every way possible. (Source: Razor Grip)
Sylus is a man of confidence and conviction. MC is not very fond of him at the beginning (Nor he is fond of her) but I don’t feel that they genuinely hate each other. More like irritated and frustrated. But after all of the things ended in Sylus’ branch of the story, Sylus gradually but firmly makes his way to MC’s life. He always makes sure MC is alright and got everything she needs.
The memory “Wild Gaze” and “Melodic Weave” Is probably where Sylus gets the “sugar daddy” label. He really doesn’t mind spending his fortune with MC.
The Back End
They are on the opposing end of the society. Let’s not forget MC is a Hunter and Sylus is a wanted person of her organization. But romantically involved or not, MC never spilled anything about Sylus upon her return to Linkon from the N109 Zone. From this perspective, MC might be eternally grateful that she was able to return home, but this is huge for her. Considering she is all about being a hunter that not even Zayne is able to stop her from doing dangerous missions, her keeping secrets of Sylus whereabouts ans dealings is no easy feat.
Secret Dates and Escapades Shenanigans. This is one of the best tropes Sylus and MC have. The thrill of not to be caught together adds flavor to their relationship. We can see this on both “Melodic Weave” and voice call “Keep Distance”. Yes, Sylus couldn’t care less about what happened to him but MC is clearly not comfortable in the idea of them being seen together.
Given the conclusion above, they both still makes efforts to be together. And one of my favorite moments of them was during the “Riverbank Scenery” Phone Call. Sylus have to send a”suspicious” letter just to invite her out. And the fact that he called their meeting as a “rendezvous” instead of a date adds to anonymity on it and also heartbreaking. They may not directly say it,but they cannot be seen together. Which is why towards the end of the call, Sylus almost pleadingly ask her to stay with him longer.
The Consequences. By the time the we get to the “Razor Dance” memory, it’s clear that MC already has feelings for Sylus. But they are still keeping things a secret and I feel that the deeper reason for this is MC’s situation. What will happen to her once they are found out? MC might be branded as a traitor and lock her up. I know that Sylus will do anything and literally everything to save her but the real question is, will he risk it? I know for a fact that MC will not die but if the association finds out about it, she might be facing a problem same with what Ever Group is posing. MC has a very valuable asset and there is no guarantee that the Hunters Association will not take advantage of her as well.
The Conclusion
MC do not show any signs of giving up being a hunter or ever leave Linkon. She mentioned it in all the memories under the Wander in Wonder Event. She really hopes to return to Linkon and she misses her home. In the same event in the “Grassland Romance” with Sylus she asks him if he ever consider living in Linkon so they could always meet up and he readily agrees. With this we can assume the extent of Sylus love for her. He is willing to give up everything for her and be anything for her.
But although MC is not ready or willing (Depends how you take it) to give up being a hunter or leave Linkon, we cannot ignore the danger she is putting her self in every time she meets with Sylus. MC inviting him to live in her hometown can be taken as she wants him being in a more peaceful environment to keep him safe.
Their love story ma not be easy flowing but it’s not toxic. It may need a lot of effort, but it doesn’t make it less true. Loving Sylus can be a pain but it’s still rewarding.
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notetakers-blog-of-holding · 4 months ago
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Adding Texture Into Your Campaign
What is Texture?
I'm talking about all of the little details that add up to create a complete description. Texture is the color of a sword's hilt, the sound of distant rumbling thunder, or the smell of baked pies as one passes through a village. It's knowing the reason why the villain is so villainous, and hinting at secrets that are never revealed. Everything that makes the world feel like a place where people live, rather than just an exercise in problem-solving.
Chances are, you already have some texture in your game. If you are running a pre-published adventure or world, there are almost certainly many little details that you normally don't see in your homebrew adventures. The goal is to add enough texture into your game so that your players won't notice the difference between a store-bought adventure and a homebrew.
I use the word "texture" for these details because for me, they are the difference between a flat, predictable description and one that is alive and vibrant. When adding details to your game, your goal should be to have enough volume so that the descriptions blur together into a patina of verbal imagery.
Texture cannot exist in a vacuum; if one part of an image has texture and the remainder does not, it will be obvious. Players should not be able to pick out what is important to their plot based on the level of detail in your description. For example, pretend your DM gave you the following description:
You enter the wizard's study. There are some bookcases, a desk, and a chair. There are books all over the place, and a single red quill pen, eight inches in length, stands in a brass pot of ink on the desk.
Nine out of ten players will go immediately for the pen. Why? Because it was the only item in the room truly given texture. The rest of the area was painted in only in the broadest of strokes. If the DM was trying to set that quill up as a clue of some kind, he has now robbed the players of the opportunity to discover that on their own. Now, consider the following alternative:
You enter the wizard's study. A musty smell fills the air, and swirls of dust follow you as you move. A pair of oak bookcases sit on opposite sides of the room, each filled with leather-bound tomes in assorted shades of brown. On the left bookcase, one shelf has broken, spilling its contents over the shelf below and onto the floor. A massive desk, at least seven feet in length, fills the center of the room, with dozens of tiny brass-handled drawers. A large book lies open on the desk, near a single red quill pen, eight inches in length, standing in a brass pot of ink.
The DM has given the exact same description of the pen, but has instead hidden its importance by giving detailed accounts of the room's furnishings. He knows that the only important clue in the room is the pen, but the players do not. Their actions will thus deal with the entirety of the room rather than the metagame thinking that would lead them to the pen. One might decide to check out the broken bookshelf, another might want to check the desk drawers. If they eventually look at the pen and discover its relevance, they will feel that much more of a sense of accomplishment.
This example also illustrates one of the key features of texture: it is most often irrelevant. In other words, if the players have a mission to accomplish, most of the texture you put into your descriptions will have no direct bearing on that mission. But that's the point; if I go to mail my phone bill, the fact that I pass a parked police car on the way to the mailbox isn't important. It does, however, tell me something about the immediate area and what might be going on there. This is why adding texture to your game creates the illusion of reality; you are basically giving players proof that the world is turning with or without them.
Here are 5 simple ways you can add texture to a room or character description:
Color: People spend a lot of energy making sure the things they own are a pleasing color. Anywhere intelligent beings live, there is the opportunity for changing the color of the walls, the doors, the furniture, the upholstery, the curtains, etc. Of course, natural settings can also have a bewildering variety of unexpected color. Why talk about a tree when you can talk about an ancient, grey-barked tree with green mossy overgrowth climbing its branches?
Brokenness: Things break, often. Whether they have been repaired or not is a good indicator to the players about the level of attention a room receives. How well they are fixed might also be a clue; if the bookshelf was propped up with another book but generally left broken, it says that the owner doesn't care too much.
Juryrigging: Spaces are often not used in the manner for which they were designed. People tend to adapt a room or object to the purpose they require, rather than the crafter's intent. This is especially true of dungeons, where the current inhabitants almost certainly did not build the place. Think about how they may have altered the room's purpose, and what changes they might have made as a result.
Bodily Functions: Living creatures need to eat, sleep, eliminate, and possibly mate. If you set up a monster's lair in a location where the occupant cannot realistically achieve all of these needs, it will be far less believable. Likewise, NPCs also need to fulfill these functions, and often at the worst possible time.
Scars: Creatures who are surviving in the wild or who fight regularly should be scarred, especially if they do not have access to healing magic. Scars hint at a story that the player's don't know; they imply that the creature has lived an entire life up to the point when it appears "on screen". An Owlbear with a jagged scar across its beak is more memorable, and perhaps more fearsome, than one without.
Those are just my opening thoughts on the subject. I'll be posting more examples of Campaign Texture in the future. In the meantime, dm me! I'd love to hear about descriptions from your campaign of which you are particularly proud of!
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gabrielemillers · 1 month ago
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A Vampire's love
Carlisle Cullen xF!Reader
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When you wake up from what has to be a nightmare, you instantly know something is different in you. Your vision is much better and your earring too. You now see things differently and feel a lot thirsty. A unknown craving.
It’s doesn’t take you long to realize you have been turned into a vampire. Just like your best friend Bella. Speaking of her, when you sit up you see her looking at you in a corner with a reassuring smile.
-You’re awake. How are you feeling? she asks coming closer.
-Good in a way. I know what I am now, I just don’t really remember what happened. Who turned me? you ask.
-Carlisle. Edward’s foster father. He is the one with the most control when human blood is involved. Edward is waiting with him and his family in the living room. As for what happened, I found you half dead in the old warehouse near the docks. You were most likely been attacked by Victoria in revenge of her lover’s death. explains Bella with a bit of guilt.
You take a second to process everything she just told you. So it’s because of her boyfriend’s actions that you are now a vampire. And you are going to meet his family It’s a bit weird since you don’t really know them, but it also makes sense because of how strong the blood lust can be and you need someone to teach you how to keep it under control. You realize now how much thirsty you are and she sees it.
-You must be thirsty. Come with me, I’ll show you how to feed on animals.
It’s not hard at all to feed and you find out that the blood tastes good. Something you thought it was disgusting when you were human. Once you return to the Cullen’s house you stop at the entrance. It’s the first time you will be meeting them and you are nervous.
-Don’t worry, they are all very kind and understanding. They will accept you like they did for me. says Bella softly.
-If you say so…
You follow her inside and when you enter the living room, everyone is looking at you with kind looks on their faces. Bella introduces you to them and when your eyes lay on Carlisle, the time seems to stop.
He is the most beautiful man you have ever seen. Blond short hair, incredibles golden eyes and a muscular but not too much body. His pale skin tells you what he is, as if you didn’t already knew, but it only adds to his charm.
You’ve never believe at love at first sight, but with him? It’s so much more. It feels like destiny made you meet each other. And by the way he freezes, you know he felt it too. It’s different than when he turned you because you are now conscious.
You get out of your trance when someone clears his throat. Bella and Alice are looking at you with knowing smiles while Edward’s grimace. You forgot he could read minds.
-Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Bella told us a lot of good things about you. says Esme smiling.
-It’s nice to meet you too. you say shyly.
It’s always stressful to meet new people, even if they are really nice. That and the fact that you have to deal with your new reality as a vampire. The rest of the day went by smoothly, you learned more about them and their specie. Bella was right, they are welcoming. Especially Alice, Esme and Carlisle. With who you achieved to have a conversation without embarrassing yourself.
Now the only thing you are uncertain about is where will you go? You cannot go back to your parent’s house that’s for sure.
-You can stay here if you want. There is no need for you to go. Especially since you’re Bella’s best friend and a newborn. says Carlisle coming at your side while you’re looking at the forest on the balcony.
-I don’t want to impose my self. you reply.
-You aren’t I assure you. In fact, it would reassure me if you stay.
-Really? Well in that case okay. I will follow the doctor’s orders. you say with a teasing smile.
He laughs softly. It’s a very beautiful sound. You love it.
-Can I ask you something? you say more serious.
-Yes go ahead.
-How was it to turn me? Is it always this painless?
-Not it’s not usually. The venom use to turn is mortal and extremely painful. I don’t like turning human, but in your case it was different.
-Why was it painless for me?
-I think it’s because you were already unconscious and had venom in your body. It wasn’t easy for me to save you, but I did and luckily you are here now. says Carlisle turning around to look at you.
-Thank you for saving my life in a way. I didn’t had the occasion to tell you until now. I need to ask you something else. you say nervously.
-What is it?
-Did you felt it too? The magnetic pull when our eyes met for the first time. you say shyly.
-Yes sweetheart I felt it too. It’s called being mate in our world. It can happens to anyone human or vampire. he says smiling softly.
-Mate? Does this mean we are supposed to be together for eternity? Not that I mind…
-In a way yes, but I will never force you. If you want we can take it slow at first. I will be here for you no matter what you choose. says Carlisle.
You turn completely toward him and without thinking you kiss him. Carlisle wraps an arm around you and a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss. His lips are soft and moves perfectly with yours. Like they’re meant to be.
You don’t know how much time you both spend there kissing each other, but when you pull apart you know you will never have enough.
-Thank you Carlisle. I’m ready to spend more time with you, but could you help me with my adaptation as a vampire? You are a doctor it might help.
-It will my pleasure. Also don’t forget, you are a part of this family now, so if you need anything the others are here as well. says Carlisle smiling.
—1 year later—
You have never been this happy in your entire human life. The jealousy you felt at first towards Bella is now long gone and she will always be your best friend. You and Carlisle now live alone in the house, the others wanted to give you some privacy. They left to live elsewhere in Forks. You still see them often though.
You enjoy every moment alone with your new husband, you have married him six months ago. He made you discover a great advantage of being a vampire: stamina.
You have fucked on every surface in the house many times without being tired. Carlisle is an expert not only in medicine but in bed as well. You came so many times you’ve lost count. He knows your body by heart. You never stop learning new things about him. Today you’ve asked him to teach you more about his work as a doctor. He is so good that you truly want to know more about it.
-So this is how you treat a cut on an arm or leg. he finishes explaining.
You should have been listening. After all, you were the one who wanted to know more. But he is too hot with his blue sky shirt with the sleeves rolled up on his arms. Those strong arms…
-Y/N are you even listening? asks Carlisle teasingly.
-Yes… you reply dreamily.
-Okay so what did I just said? he asks crossing his arms knowing exactly what he is doing.
-Something about arm or leg? you say sheepishly.
-Almost. Now since you are clearly not listening, I think we’ll have to do more physical lessons. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it more and will be more attentive.
And just like that you spend the rest of the afternoon with your husband teaching you about his job and rewarding you with orgasms. Carlisle is a great teacher. You love him very much and are happy to spend the eternity with him.
A/N: I'm finally back after a long break of writing and I've decided to try something new and write about my favorite vampire in the Twilight Universe 😌 let me know what you guys think 💖
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just-kiro · 22 days ago
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Predictions for the end of the httyd books? (Only about things you haven't been spoiled on ofc, hopefully nothing has been 😭)
Thankfully nothing has been spoiled on me about the ending!
Well the obvious thing that we concluded from literally the first line in this series that dragons no longer exist, also Hiccup is King of the Wilderwest?. Now I'm not sure but I think that means the dragons live far far away in a place nobody can ever reach away from human civilization, the dragons absolutely CANNOT all perish bc I just won't accept that Hiccup would let the wrong people win.
Hiccup obviously set them free from viking's hands, but why? Hiccup believes humans and dragon can live together, so why are they all gone now? I don't understand. Toothless would NEVER leave Hiccup, it happened in the movie but my little stubborn rock head of a dragon Toothless would never, he has no reason to! so I hope he stays alive and Cressida won't pull off some sacrificing bs.
Hiccup will go through shit but somehow he'll manage to somehow heal Furious's broken heart like he always does and the dragons will be on his side (it sounds too nice to actually happen but we'll see)
Also I have a terrible feeling Alvin will be crowned king of the Wilderwest, I don't know how he'll get a hold of Toothless, I don't know how would Hiccup deal with that disaster, but I've seen that man escape the grip of death 5 times already (correct me if I'm wrong cuz I feel I missed one or two) and had managed to built an entire political party with a brutal army with the help of a half blind mother witch that cannot even walk properly, plus getting hold of 9 of the king's Things all while missing an arm, a leg, a nose, an eye and his hair. At this point I'm not too sure we're getting rid of him at the end, it's too good to be true.
And do you think Fishlegs would use his royal blood as an advantage? That would be very cool (regardless that his father is a commoner)
And last but not least, I've never believed Toothless is a Common-or-Garden, sure he looks like one that may be underdeveloped but come on it's been years and he still hadn't grown in size nor grew teeth (I think he had a fang or smt in the first book and it fell during the hunting competition?) not forgetting the dart on his nose, call him a Toothless daydream or whatever, but Toothless is too special to be ordinary, just like his master whom everyone thought was a weaker viking that never fit in but became the last great hero the Wilderwest has ever seen.
And.. that's it! Now the hard part is waiting and watching...
Dear oh dear is it gonna be hard.
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lahyaspeaks · 2 months ago
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Sengen immortal/reincarnator!au
Gen is immortal and always waits for senku to reincarnate, some lifetimes are happy, some are sad, some are bittersweet, some senku is already in love with someone else and gen just watches from afar how the person he loves the most in the world is with someone else because he doesn’t have any memories of their lifetimes. Some lifetimes Senku has some vague memories and he wonders about gen’s love for him, if he really love senku or just the thought of the person he used to be. They are in this cycle of reincarnation and waiting for 2000 years.
Their first lifetime was sweet just a little inconvenient when gen stops aging, it’s childhood friends turn lover. One of the sad life’s is because senku is always into science/magic/alchemy and it is banned because they were living in the empire that start the ban and Senku is ‘i won’t let it stop me’ because there was a plague going around.
Senku was on the look for a cure and later they gen caught, Senku sacrificed his life to save gen because they don’t know exactly how gen’s immortality works. After that lifetime Gen blames himself about Senku’s death, that’s not the only lifetime were Senku sacrificed himself to save Gen. Later he just learns to deal with the pain cause in a lot life times senku sacrifice for him, (again because they don’t know how his immortality works) but later they learn how it works and it’s not pretty.
On one of the lifetimes Senku is born as the prince of a kingdom and his like HA! POWER later meets gen and make a great empire he dies from old age and Gen goes back to the magic tower to wait for Senku.
As I said it’s a mix they do have happy lifetimes one that is happy and bitter sweet at the same time is the one senku doesn’t have memories and falls in love with someone else BUT LOVES GEN PLATONICALLY cause soulmates and gen is happy cause senku is happy
They are soulmates so it doesn’t matter the person they are at the moment (on senku side) they always find each other. their soul is connected in a way that not many souls are connected and they are able to love each other not matter which way platonically or romantic but most of the reincarnation go to romantically it would be so funny to mix it with canon on a way that immortal gen has to die for it but they both reincarnate and find each other again
On my Yuzentai agenda as platonic friends. They’ll find each other. Not on every timeline
I want Senku to be like “now that i have the memories of all this lifetimes there’s more science/magic/alchemy to explore” also because their cycle of reincarnation and waiting goes around 1.5k - 2k Senku knows shit that was forgotten throughout history and he be like “i need to finish a study i started like two lifetimes ago and i didn’t have time to finish it cause that stupid king killed me” so nonchalant while Gen is like “senku dear can we please stop talking how you died two lifetimes ago”
Twist
On their last lifetime on the fantasy world something big happens and all their souls go into the canon universe because what you mean aliens exist and no magic.
Before the reincarnation to canon Gen was the owner of the biggest magic tower but he was the man behind everything while someone pose as the head of the tower Gen was the Archmage. Later on the canon reincarnation he goes to magic and mentalism because of his childhood but because something inside him is calling him aka i’m listening to sleeping giants by crane wives
Also other people from the show will appear but not remember, but they’ll have the feeling of comrade or something going on when they all meet each other.
Also going with crappy (the reason i’m posting this) agenda of suika as sengen child
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for me on the fantasy system that lives on my head souls cannot be replaced with new ones if a soul is destroyed it disappears from existence.
souls can be combine but once that is done the new soul is a new person and the other disappears from existence. the new soul will have echos of their past lifetimes as different persons but they are not those people.
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babyangelsky · 1 year ago
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Peat's acting is stupendous and it's hurting my feelings
I need to talk about the bedroom scene and the fight that preceded it because it felt like I was having a mirror held up to me and looking at my younger self and in doing, so I've come to love Tongrak as a character even more than I did before.
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I talked about the expressions already but I just cannot get past this one. Rak's eyes are so dead and he looks so tired in a way that I understand so deeply. He knows what's about to happen. He screened Prin's call earlier precisely in hopes of avoiding it but she showed up anyway.
I do have to acknowledge that a lot of my interpretation and feelings about him and these scenes are very much a product of my own experiences, but believe me when I tell you that having a family as fucked as his and having to deal with relatives like this drains you. You fight back because you have to, not because you want to. You don't go seeking the bullshit but somehow it always seems to arrive at your door.
I know exactly how he must be feeling because I've felt it. Because I've fought back and made sure my mask was firmly in place for as long as I needed it to only to break the second I could turn my face away.
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I'm impressed that Rak didn't run from Mut and that he didn't start crying on the way to his bedroom. That powerwalk he did instead though? I know it all too well.
To Rak's mind, Mut has already witnessed far more than Rak ever intended for him to. That fight was nasty. It poked at so many wounds, touched on so many painful, intimate things about Rak's family and about him. Prin wanted to hurt and humiliate him and she succeeded.
I can confidently say that if someone I cared about witnessed that happening to me, the last thing I would want is to break down in front of them on top of it, so I completely understand why Rak's first instinct was to put distance between him and Mut. You know the breakdown is coming and the only thing you want is to have it in private.
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I know people feel some kind of way about Rak's refusal to let Mut into his bedroom and essentially shutting him out but Mook tells us in episode 4 that no one is allowed in Rak's bedroom. This isn't just about Mut. Everything we have learned and seen of Rak so far tells us that he's a person who needs a safe place to hide. A place where he can close the door and know he won't be intruded upon.
Sure, it's his house and ideally he would have the freedom to break down wherever he wants to inside of it but given that Mook comes and goes pretty freely, he doesn't really have that luxury by his standards. There's always a chance she'll walk in. And he certainly doesn't have it now that he's no longer living alone.
So he goes to hide in his bedroom so he can process and feel what he needs to.
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And when Mut comes after him, this happens. Mut pushed at that boundary out of genuine care and concern and he's not wrong for that. I've been on his side of this equation too and the impulse to help in whatever way you can is impossible to resist, even if all you can offer is a meal.
But I also understand Rak. God do I understand him. That need to be alone, demanding to be left in peace, lashing out when someone won't despite it being with good intentions. When you've been pushed to your limit and you know a breakdown is coming and that there will be shrapnel when it does, the very last thing you want is for the people you care about to get hit with it.
Like @bird-inacage said in their post, Tongrak is a caged animal at this point. He's feeling vulnerable and defensive and he lashes out. He doesn't want to, he tries to stop it, but it ends up happening anyway.
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And he regrets it. He does. The way I see it, he couldn't bring himself to knock on Mut's door both because he'd exhausted all his nerve in the fight with Prin and because a part of him was probably worried that he'd be rejected if he did. When you lash out, especially when you don't mean to, there's always a worry that you've done irreparable damage to your relationship with whoever was on the receiving end and that you won't ever be forgiven.
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Sometimes it really is something as simple as a sticky note that brings you to tears and has you sobbing into your dinner in the middle of the night.
The note and the meal are proof that Tongrak hasn't been rejected, that he's still cared for despite the way he reacted after the fight and the things that he said. We know that Mut wasn't going to reject him but Rak needed to know that as well.
And now that they had their moment in the dressing room and the issue of the money has been talked about, we're paving a way forward for Rak to be able to express what he feels without using it as a defense mechanism. He still will, and he will hurt me many more times before we're done, but we're making progress.
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genderlessghoul · 6 months ago
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Hey so some while ago I wrote a bit about Dew's elemental transition and him taking it well and NOT HAVING ANGST ATTACHED TO IT FOR ONCE CUZ I'M SOFT!!! (Affectionately to anyone who writes angst, I love you)
Anyway I talked a bit about Rain's summoning in that post and I wanted to write it better so I did! It's under the cut.
~1k of Dew falling in love at first sight
Dewdrop stands in front of his mirror, ceremonial cloak in hand. Anticipation and dread eat at his nerves as he stares at his own reflection. He barely recognizes what the mirror shows him now. Just a few weeks after his elemental transition, he's not yet used to this new version of himself. 
No more gills. No more fins. His silky soft white hair now a more orange blonde, blue eyes replaced with amber. Scorch marks and scars over all his once discernible Water features. 
He doesn't regret his choice. He says it loud and clear to anyone who'll listen. Water was familiar, but never home. Fire embraces him, makes him feel welcomed. That doesn't make it any easier for him to live this new change, to recognize the stranger looking at him from the other side of the mirror. He throws his cloak on with a sigh before heading out his door. Tonight, the Clergy summons its newest ghouls. Air and Water. The Water that will take his place in the band and- No. Dewdrop pushes the thought aside. He cannot, will not, resent the new ghoul simply for existing. He doesn't regret his choice.
The Fire ghoul runs into Aether, also on his way to the room where this ancient ritual will take place. As the new head of the Quintessence ghouls (by default of being now the only one), it's his job to welcome the new summons.
“You doing alright?”
He asks the nerve-wracked smaller ghoul.
“'m fine, just… nervous.”
“You can tell me what's on your mind, you know? It's kind of a big deal, what's happening tonight.”
“I just hope that-” Dewdrop pauses, not sure exactly what he's hoping for. “That we get a good one.”
Aether hums in acknowledgment and the both of them keep walking in silence, picking up Mountain on the way. The last three ghouls remaining after the events following the death of the Emeritus brothers. They make their way to the summoning chamber, where Sister Imperator and the shiny new Cardinal are already waiting, candles lit and sigils drawn on the floor.
The woman instructs them into place, around the circle of candles and explains the ceremony. He can't be bothered to pay much attention, he watches Aether pick up the cloaks for the ghouls-to-be and take place next to him. All Dew has to do is stand there and keep his mouth shut. Should be easy enough.
Imperator stands by the Cardinal as she shoves a book in his hands and reminds him of the incantations. He takes a hesitant step forward, gripping the ancient book in an iron grip that Dew can't help wondering if he'll rip the thing in half. Copia clears his throat nervously before he starts to read with a shaky voice. 
A small wind picks up in the room, slowly growing in intensity as the Cardinal reads until it turns into a tornado that takes out most of the candles around the summoning circle. He finishes the incantation and the tornado disappears, revealing two Air ghoulettes sitting in the middle of the circle, both looking just as confused as everyone else in the room.
Two?
Aether looks at Imperator, wanting confirmation before breaking into the circle. She gives a quizzical look in response and the Quintessence ghoul takes it as his unusual cue to go greet the newcomers. He offers them both a hand and gives them the two ceremonial cloaks he had with him. 
Dew watches as Aether greets them and exchanges a few words, getting them into place around the circle. Now is not the time for long winded explanations, they still have one ghoul to summon. The Fire ghoul fidgets nervously under his cloak. His heart feels like it's going to burst out of his ribcage at any moment, the anticipation slowly killing him.
The Cardinal lets out a dry chuckle while Imperator glares at him with daggers shooting out of her eyes. How do you mess up a spell that badly that you end up summoning two ghouls at once?
Copia does his best to ignore the Sister and flicks the book to another page for the next incantation. He looks up at Dew expectantly and the ghoul gives him a confused expression before he catches on.
Oh, right.
He walks around the circle and relights the extinguished candles with ease before taking his place again. The Cardinal starts to read again and Dew wonders what kind of small natural disaster he's going to conjure, this time around.
Everyone stares in equal parts of awe and confusion when the inside of the summoning circle turns into a puddle. No hurricane or tsunami, no downpour or thunderstorm. Just a puddle of stillwater. After a moment of absolutely nothing happening, the top of a head peeks out of the water, a curtain of black hair sticking to blue skin. A pair of curious amphibian eyes stare down the people in the room while the rest of the ghoul, if it even is one, stays completely submerged underwater.
Dew shoots a glance as Aether, who looks like he's at a complete loss of what to do in this new scenario. Before he even knows it, the Fire ghoul is kneeling in front of the puddle.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
A voice calls out from beneath the surface and Dew has to fight every single atom in his body not to jump in the water right then and there.
“How you feel about getting outta there, right now?”
“Water's nice.”
“We have better pools.”
The pair of eyes blinks slowly at him. Dew's face becomes incredibly hot and he convinces himself it's from having everyone in the room watching him. A webbed hand with slender fingers reaches out of the water and he takes it, pulling the new ghoul out of the puddle with effort. He takes his own ceremonial cloak off and offers it to the newcomer, covering his naked form in an attempt not to ogle him so soon after being summoned.
“I'm Dew, by the way.”
“Rain.”
Rain. The Fire ghoul repeats in his mind. Sounds like home.
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localplaguenurse · 8 months ago
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Falling Head over Heels (Pantalone x Male Reader) pt 8
WE ARE FUCKING BACK! (I immediately started hacking my lungs after typing this, I'm sick :P)
To make a long story short, for the past few months I've either been really busy, really depressed, and usually both. Also for some reason chapter 8 was already hard to write and I don't know why.
ALSO before we get into the fic, @your-local-furby drew some absolutely lovely fanart of MC apologizing and seeing the library from the previous two chapters. I think it finally kicked my brain back into gear lmao.
Without further ado, please enjoy!
@thedeimoshimself @eli-chris
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It feels like the ground beneath me is sucking me in.
I feel myself sinking,
I wish the ground would swallow me whole.
Embarrassment washes over me and swallows me whole. I feel the air leave my chest I want to break free but I feel like I’m drowning. 
You take the page you’re scribbling your notes on and crumple it into a ball. You’ve reread your rough draft and decided the arranged wedding scene you had planned wasn’t tragic enough. The blind musician is tasked with performing for the prince’s wedding, but his heartbreak causes him to mess up his performance, which causes everyone to notice he’s crying, including the prince. You’re trying to convey the feeling of knowing every single person in the room is watching you during the lowest point in your life, but it’s just not coming together in a way you like. You’ll run it by Alik later.
Technically, Alik is no longer your editor as a result of your deal with the Yae Publishing House. Still, they’re one of your few friends, and their workload has lightened since your previous publisher terminated all of those other book deals. Now they’re acting as your beta reader before you send off the next draft to the editor at the Yae Publishing House. It’s actually making progress go a lot faster, so much so you might only need one final draft of the whole story before it’s finally published, as opposed to multiple drafts. 
I do not need sight to know everyone in the room is looking at me. I feel it in my broken notes that trail into nothingness. I feel it in the resulting silence. I feel it in the quiet murmur spreading through the room.
I feel tears in my eyes as I drop my head down, praying no one sees me crying. If I could, I would sprint out of the room, out of the palace, so no one is witness to my heartbroken embarrassment. I’d run so fast, the prince would have no time to chase after me. It would be for the best anyways. He deserves his perfect and beautiful bride, and I am no bride, I cannot verify if I am beautiful, and in this moment, I could not feel anymore flawed as a person and human. 
A knock on your door breaks your concentration. You’re dreading whatever is on the other side, but know it’s better to get this over with. 
“Yes?”
The door opens, and your mother pokes her head in through the gap. She offers a smile. “We have company. Come say hi, please.”
“I’m… kind of in the middle of something,” you reply, “and I’ve told you that I’m going to see Alik when I’m done writing.”
“How is she, by the way?”
“They’re fine.”
“And Maria? How’s she?”
“She’s alright, I think. I haven’t seen her in a while.”
“Well, tell them both I say hello. Anyways, if you have a minute, I would like you to come downstairs. There’s someone I’d like you to talk to.”
It takes you a moment to recognize what this is, mostly because it’s been a while since she tried pulling this off. When you realize what’s happening, you just shake your head and look at your mother. “Which family friend is this?”
She gives you a very unconvincing look of confusion. “My dear, what do you mean?”
“Mother, please.”
“... Ana. Anastasia.”
Anastasia is your younger sister Adéla’s friend. Much like your sister, she’s only a year younger than you, but unlike your sister, she actually likes you. Adéla and you have butted heads throughout your lives, as siblings tend to do and especially with such a small age gap, but Adéla has taken it a step further saying that it’s your fault her childhood was so “miserable” as she puts it. She claims that your diagnosis made you the centre of your parents’ attention until your youngest sister was born, and then they focused more on her than Adéla. Conveniently, she’s never had any sisterly drama with her, only you. You feel for her, but there was only so much you could do at the time, seeing as you were eight years old.
“Absolutely not,” you tell your mother.
“But you two got along so well when she would visit,” your mother insists, “and she’s become a fine young lady since the two of you last spoke! Don’t you remember reading together when you two were little?”
“I’m sure she’s beautiful,” you say, “but Adéla will throw a fit if she finds out you set me up with one of her friends.”
“You don’t know that.”
“And I don’t want to find out,” you tell her, “and I told you I don’t like being set up on dates.”
Your mother lets out an exasperated sigh. “I’m just worried about you, okay? I want to make sure my son is happy, healthy, and I want him to find someone he can settle down with. Your brother was already married at your age, and Adéla’s going to be having another baby soon.”
“Yes, but I’m not Pavel or Adéla,” you say, “the dating scene is different for me, and playing matchmaker isn’t going to make me feel any better or help me.”
Your mother just looks at you. That sad, pitiful look you know all too well. It stopped pulling on your heartstrings long ago, but sometimes it’s just easier to indulge her than it is to fight her on it. Besides, she means well, you think, it just can’t be helped that she doesn’t know her son has no interest in women.
You sigh, and stand up, much to your mother’s delight. “I’ll say hi, and that’s it.”
She grins, and she motions for you to follow her.
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“... and she just happens to be single, too.”
Alik sets their glass down. “Interesting. So when’s the wedding?”
“It’s not happening,” you reply, “thank the Tsaritsa for that.”
“I’m honestly surprised your parents haven’t put you in an arranged marriage yet,” Alik comments.
“How many viable marriage candidates do you think there are that would be thrilled to marry someone who’s not only going blind, but could pass it on to their children as well?”
“Depends on how much the family is getting paid.”
“And it would not be much.”
The tavern is surprisingly quiet tonight. You chalk it up to it being the middle of the work week, not as many patrons willing to get drunk if they have work early in the morning. Currently, you and Alik are sitting at a table in the corner of the room while a few older patrons mill about, chattering on about their own lives at the bar. It’s actually rather nice, you think.
“What would they try to sell your bride to be on?” Alik asks.
“Um…” You look into your half drunk glass, trying to think of something funny. You clear your throat, straighten your posture, and put on your best business smile. “Here’s a fine young man who has no real work skills, and it’s not like they would do him any good since he’s considered legally blind and has between thirteen and fifteen years before he is fully blind. His only profitable skill is writing, though he doesn’t make enough to support a household. His blindness is also genetic!”
“By the Archons, at least say one nice thing about yourself,” Alik teases, though there’s a subtle sincerity to their words.
“I think I’m decent,” you say, “I think I might even make an okay husband, but I don’t think I’d be the kind of husband Pavel or my father are.”
“That’s not a bad thing,” Alik replies, “there are plenty of families and couples where the husband isn’t always a provider. Besides, you’re not really a ladies man to begin with.”
You shake your head. “It’s not even that, it’s just… you know I try not to make a big deal of me going blind, but it’d be naïve of me to pretend that it’s not, and especially if I was in a relationship. Whether I like it or not, whoever I marry is going to inevitably become my caretaker. There will come a day where I’m going to need help, and I’ll rarely be able to return that favour.”
“That’s why it’s in sickness and in health,” Alik comments. They reach across the table and take your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “For what it’s worth, I think you’d make a good house husband, before and after you start seeing the world how Maria does.”
Maria is Alik’s cousin, and one of your few very close friends. She has been a big help to you in writing your book as her blindness is similar to the main character’s. While he was born blind, she actually had vision when she was born. Unfortunately, she suffered a very severe head injury when she was very young. She has little to no memory of her life before she lost her sight as a result, as well as having some developmental problems growing up. These days she’s doing much better, though her eyesight is still gone. At most, she can detect if there’s light, but that’s the extent of it. 
“Do you have permission to make jokes about her being blind?” you ask.
“I not only have permission, but that’s not even the worst joke I’ve gotten away with.”
“I don’t want to know.”
“For the best.”
Your table goes quiet as you and Alik take a moment to drink. You try not to cringe at the taste of whatever the hell Alik recommended you try. It’s a beer, and you can taste that, but it’s a lot more bitter than you like. Still, they bought it for you, it would be rude to spit it out.
“You don’t have to drink that, you know.”
“It’s an acquired taste, I’ll get used to it.”
You see a smile twitch onto Alik’s lips, and even if they try to hide it, you can see a shit eating grin from miles away. 
“Okay,” you say, “out with it.”
“What do you mean?”
“You thought of something terrible, I want to hear it.”
Alik glances around the room, assessing how audible their comment would be. You take a sip of your drink, and they grin.
They lean in. “I’m sure Pantalone would be happy to hear that.”
You immediately sputter, spraying Alik in the face. They yell, swiping at their face as if they were sprayed with acid. You cough as what was left in your mouth goes down the wrong pipe. “Fuck, w-why’d I take a drink–”
“Did you have to spit that in my face?” Alik asks.
“Shut up,” you wheeze out. You give one more hearty cough, your throat and chest burning, and you can breathe again. You sit up, rubbing your chest through your shirt while Alik wipes their face and the table with napkins. You look around, and see the few patrons staring at your table. You painfully chuckle, and turn back to your friend. “S-Sorry, I should know better by now.”
Alik shrugs. “I’m not wrong, am I?”
“I told you that in confidence,” you whisper.
“You actually told me before the tea party,” Alik tells you. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s starting to show in your book.”
You feel your face flush, and you narrow your eyes. “I think I would know if I was writing about him, thank you.”
“The prince was a lot more arrogant in your first drafts,” Alik explains, “but in more recent iterations, it’s been toned down a lot. He’s also a lot more understanding of the musician’s blindness.”
You’re confused. “Well, yes. My first drafts are years old, so I’ve had to make some adjustments to better fit my writing style now. Besides, I’ve read too many stories about asshole love interests that don’t really learn anything, they just get tragic backstories that authors think justify their shitty behaviour. I’m not adding my characters to that pile.”
“No, I agree on that,” Alik says, “but even then, he was still a solid character, arrogance aside. He was just a spoiled prince who had to actually think about other people for the first time in his life. Like he’s never had to deal with someone with a disability, and doesn’t know how else to feel other than annoyed. In the more recent drafts, he still doesn’t know how to deal with it, but he’s a lot more willing to make up for the disrespect, where the old version did it, but complained the whole time. It just so happens that this change happened right when you met him for the first time.”
“That’s… hm.” You take a sip and don’t spit it in Alik’s face. “You’re on the right track, but I don’t think I was writing all of that because of a crush.” You feel your face flush warmer again. “He was a bit of an ass at the party, but since then he’s become one of…” You take a moment to count names on your finger. “... six or seven people that aren’t patronizing about me going blind. I’d just been putting up with most of my family either coddling me or being inconvenienced by me, but he’s a rare instance of someone making accommodations, but not making a big show of it. That’s why the book was like that until I met Pantalone.”
You stare into your glass. “And… a-and it’s why I enjoy his company so much…”
Alik doesn’t say anything. You look up, and you see their expression has softened a little bit. They lift their drink up to you, and you smile and lift yours up.
“Cheers.”
You both take a swig, and somehow the disgusting drink tastes sweeter going down. Your face feels warm, and you wonder why you’re still blushing when you see you’re already halfway through your drink. Alik has a similar glow in their cheeks. 
“That’s really sweet and cute,” Alik says, “but I do have to ask you something.”
You feel whatever warm feelings you’re feeling lessen when Alik’s softened expression gains a hint of concern. Their smile looks awkward by comparison, before they sigh and lose it altogether. You’re already dreading what they’re about to say.
They hesitate for a moment, and when they speak, it’s in a whisper. “Do you like him, or do you like what he’s done for you?”
“W-What?”
“I wouldn’t ask that if we were talking about anyone else,” Alik clarifies, “but I have to ask when it’s him. I don’t want to rain on your parade, I’m happy you like someone, but… he’s a harbinger. One of the more likeable ones, but not without flaws.”
“I know…”
Alik sighs. “Look, if it were some other handsome rich man, I’d say go for it. The fact it’s a harbinger specifically makes me a little worried, I won’t lie.”
You sound like my mother. “It’s a crush, not an engagement,” you tell them. “We enjoy each other’s company while he works with my father and sister. I just enjoy it differently than he does.”
“Still, even as friends, I’d be cautious. If not for what he’d have planned, then for what others might have in store for him.”
You take a swig. “You want to know what’s funny? You’re the first person to bring up his enemies as a point for why I shouldn’t get near him.”
“I am not.”
“No, seriously. My mother doesn’t want me near him because he’ll probably, I don’t know, kill me or sell me or steal my ideas, depends on the day. My father thinks I’ll ruin everything those two have built together, which I still don’t know why Pantalone is working with him.”
“Maybe your dad’s indebted to him or something.”
“...”
Alik notices your silence. They say your name in a soft voice, seeming worried by your expression. Your father’s not in debt, is he? The business isn’t as prosperous as it was when you were little, but job markets change all the time, and the economy is ever fluctuating. It’s purely the result of what happens when a business runs for as long as it does. Sometimes an empire doesn’t crumble, but rather dies slowly.
“Hey, are you okay?”
You snap out of it. “I’m, uh, I’m fine.” You push your seat back and stand. “I’m just, um, I’m going to go to the washroom for a second.”
“... Okay? Just watch yourself.”
“I’ll be fine,” you call out over your shoulder before immediately bumping into someone. Unlike with Pantalone, you actually manage to catch yourself before you fall. You know that Alik is holding their head in their hands, possibly stifling laughter too for a little extra salt in the wound.
“Archons, sorry,” you immediately blurt out, “I didn’t see you there.”
The ginger haired man laughs. “Oh, no worries comrade! Just be more careful next time!”
You stare at the man, eyes widening. His smile grows, almost reaching the dull blue of his eyes.
“Why the surprised face?” he asks jovially.
You sigh and shake your head. “I have got to stop meeting harbingers like this.”
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orsuliya · 8 days ago
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I am finally at the point where I can share my loose impressions after The Gilded Age Season Three, Episode One. They might be long and tedious, and it's not like anyone will care, but, in no particular order:
I am living for Church and Bannister conducting information-sharing meetings right in the middle of the street. Ah, those two old biddies (highly affectionate) sharing the tea!
George Russell has one wife and one evil minion. That's it. That man has no friends and after Pittsburgh he's probably a persona non grata at the League of Evil Capitalist Beards. Which makes me worry about how erratic he might become if when he feels like he's losing one of those central pillars of his life... and wonder if that, in turn, won't cause him to lose both. On a more cheerful note, could it be that Railroad Daddy's grumpiness is directly proportional to his distance from home?
Whoever is on the wrong side of the upcoming Dukegate, I am decidedly tepid about Billy Carlton. My chief ambition is interfering with your mother's plans may be attractive now, but I just want to shake that girl and ask what will be left when that is no longer enough. So, let's say, in another five years. I guess he's a very slight improvement over Archie Baldwin and his Wickhamesque red flags. (And seriously, someone very clearly didn't inherit their Mama's taste in men: those boys are careless with Gladys' reputation and have very little drive.) Also, is it me, or is Mrs Carlton way more canny than she seems right now?
Why is Borden's letter reminding me of Vera Bates...? Ah, must be a coincidence, those are two very different shows! ;)
I have a shovel and I shall use it to put Charles Fane in his rightful place. To the trash heap he goes! To treat Aurora so cruelly when she waited for him bedecked in all her best geegaws! It's not even that he did what he did. It's that he expects her to just... fall in line? Here and now, just following his will. I do wonder what the deal is with Elsa Lipton. My guess is that she might be pregnant... or a very rich widow in full control of her funds, so unlike Aurora whose wealth comes from a living Papa.
Larry is teetering on the edge of a rubbish bin. Elopement, you numpty? What kind of a young man are you, Larry, that's you'd recommend that to your sister unless as a last-last-last-LAST resort? You are not at that point yet, not until after Daddy gets back. And the oblivious nepo baby vibes re: Jack and his Clock are rank! Or not so oblivious, since he's ready to stand up for Jack in the privacy of his home, but not before his investors/friends. He still has time to fix the clock mess; Marian will probably see to that.
Could it be that Oscar is primed to succeed Mr McAllister as the arbiter of New York society? Just a thought.
Every episode is a good episode if it contains the Magnificent Mrs Fish!
Can Peggy have nice things without suffering first? Pretty please.
Are we getting hints about Bertha's backstory? I'm expecting that her sister's appearance shall shed some light on their past. Who was the disappointed dreamer in that family? Just the mother or both parents? I cannot wait to learn more!
Uh-oh. As much as I love the Queen of the World comment, George has already shown himself slightly insecure about Bertha's love; I wonder if this season's crisis (and possibly his risky business moves) won't be prompted by him feeling inadequate in her eyes. Silly, silly man.
Gladys is not exactly proving she has good (or any!) judgement by running away in the night. Again, this is a last-last-last resort move and she's still holding some cards! Eh, those kids have exactly one brain cell to share and neither is using it right now.
Best Outfit of the Episode: Oscar's dressing gown.
Runner-up: Aurora's geegaws.
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nnymphie · 10 months ago
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Hiiiii obsessively scrolled your blog in one sitting and I’m obsessed w how you write Laios it’s so sweet (ノ´ヮ`)ノ*: ・゚
With that, how do you think he’d handle maybe some of the more animalistic traits his partner would have? Getting used to things like hibernation, “weird” (to tall men) mating rituals, different bodily reactions due to whiskers or different strength in senses. We all know he ♡’s monsters and animals of all kinds so he’s probably not TOO surprised by it, but now he has to deal with it as the partner to someone with these traits?! Woah!
AHH thank you so much🥺🫶 I’m seriously SOOO flattered!!! I’m glad you enjoy my interpretation of Laois! He’s honestly one of my favorite characters from any franchise, and i think one of by far the best written manga/anime protags ever. Like he’s just wonderful and i wanna chew on him and hold him so gently ugHHHHH
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As far as you ask:
I think he’d honestly be a damn good partner to someone with animalistic qualities. This man probably has multiple journals dedicated to every little special quirk, habit, mannerism, etc, that you have- and he thinks they’re all wonderful. He is genuinely in awe of everything about you and how uniquely you live life. He would absolutely ask as many questions as you’d allow him, and conduct all the research he possibly could. Hell, I could see him researching the specific husbandry and behavioral aspects of whatever species your beast side comes from- and trying to work some of it into his routine. Dare i say he’d even be a bit jealous that you get the privilege of experiencing some of these instincts and traits???
If you hibernate? You best believe he is helping feed you plenty before its time and making sure you have a safe comfortable nesting place. If you have special mating rituals? He’s learning them all so he can be the best mate possible to you ( he’s honored to even have the title of mate)
He’d love to test your reflexes and sensitivity to different stimuli, but also learn what you don’t like and find ways to mitigate or all together alleviate your discomfort.
I’ve talked about it before, but I firmly believe that your animal traits and beastly nature makes him understand you better. He hasn’t ever really fit in, and regular human social situations are not his strong suit or something he favors really at all. He doesn’t seem to pick up on queues the others do, his interests and passions are often not understood and mocked/judged. Perhaps in a different way than you, but he has also been a misfit outcast most of his life, he empathizes with you on that, finds a sense of camaraderie in not belonging. And even better? The very things that make you different are precisely what he’s so passionate and knowledgeable about. He is fantastic with animals and beasts alike, hell, there’s a solid chance he already knows about some of your specific behaviors and needs before you even have to tell him. And what he doesn’t know? He is eager to learn from you at any and every opportunity. He would never make you feel like a burden for the things you cannot control, rather id imagine he’d encourage you to live as naturally and comfortably as you can.
Laois is so damn amazed by you, he loves every little weird thing, and wants to keep discovering more for as long as he’s possibly able to,,,
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slytherinshua · 1 year ago
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SCOUPS WITH AN OLDEST CHILD S/O
genre. comfort. headcanons. warnings. this is honestly so messy, not rly sure how well it flows or how good it is so sry abt that. mention of burnout, academic stress, self doubt, etc. pairing. scoups x reader. wc. 548. request. requested by 🌱 anon a/n. even though i'm the youngest i kind of relate to a lot of these especially academic ones :( to everyone who feels this way not just oldest children, know that you're all doing amazing and i'm so proud of you just for being you, you don't have to be perfect all the time, and your achievements don't reflect how valuable you are as a person
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as the oldest in Seventeen himself, Seungcheol would probably be all too used to the stress and pressure of setting an example and living up to people’s expectation
especially since he’s also the leader and has to represent Seventeen to the public, he deals with his own share of pressure
he hates that you have to feel that way too, but he would be the best person you could ever ask for to help with it
he knows that some days you just need extra kisses and cuddles and encouragement
he knows that even just him saying that he’s proud of you is enough
he doesn’t need to be over the top, he just needs to be there for you
he’ll especially try to do extra small things for you
“grades don’t define your self worth”
he’s repeated that so many times to you that now it’s constantly circling in your head
and it’s been so helpful for you to give yourself a little bit of grace
of course it doesn’t always work— some days are just shit and it feels like everyone in the world is disappointed in you and that no matter how hard you try, it’ll never be enough for them
sometimes it even feels like Seungcheol himself is also disappointed in you
when you tell him, he washes the thought away so quickly, it’s almost as if it was never there to begin with
he’s always proud of you, no matter how much you do in a day
instead of looking at your achievements— your grades and projects and work— he looks at your every day life
he’s proud of you when you wake up in the morning and shower
he’s proud when you eat 3 meals a day and actually get dressed enough to feel pretty
he’s proud when you do the things he knows are so hard but so necessary
Seungcheol is always so observant as well
he can tell immediately when you get uncomfortable around your family or friends
he knows when you feel like they’re judging you
and he’ll make up an excuse to take you home every time
even just an reassuring smile from across the room from him can allow you to breathe and relax
when it comes to studying when you absolutely cannot take breaks even if you want to, Seungcheol will make sure to be right by your side as much as he can
one thing he’s best at is being able to make you laugh even when you’re stressed
sometimes Seungcheol doesn’t think that he does that much to help
he’s sure that he could do so much more and he would in an instant if you needed it
but he already does so much more than any other person you’ve ever had in your life
the smiles, the laughter, the encouragement, the closeness, the comfort, the stability
he’s relentless at times when it comes to you taking care of yourself (depriving you of kisses is his best method for making you take care of yourself) but it’s exactly what you need and you couldn’t be more thankful to him for it
Seungcheol slowly but surely did everything that no one else had been able to do in the past: he made everything feel okay
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