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ONE CALL AWAY SERIES

PROLOGUE: A crazy idea involving a rookie Available on Wattpad ⋆ Masterlist here

PAIRING: Oscar Piastri x Louisa Wagner (original charater) TROPES: Friends to lovers, secret identity TIMELINE: Formula 1 2023 season

📍Thurgau, Switzerland 🗓️ January 19, 2023

What time are you arriving in Zurich, Lou?I need to tell Seb so he can pick you up 🥰And don’t you dare leave me on read and come on your own, we’re the ones who invited you!

Louisa reread the messages her sister had sent a couple of hours ago and sighed, resting her forehead against the car window. She wasn’t just hoping they were close to the Vettel household. She was also praying that none of them would scold her for not telling them she had arrived in Zurich and was already on her way to Thurgau.

“We’re almost there.”

The redhead turned to the passenger seat and couldn’t help but smile.

Mick was entirely focused on the road, but she knew he was happy, really happy, that the youngest Wagner sister had decided to spend some time in Switzerland… even if it wasn’t for the best of the reasons.

“You should have come earlier, you know? Anne went back to Germany a few days ago, and if you’d come sooner, we could have spent some time together. The kids would have loved that,” he said, glancing briefly at her before turning back to the road.

“And so would my sister and Seb, trust me. They would’ve handed those little beasts over to us in a heartbeat and escaped to a luxury hotel for one of those romantic weekends they love so much,” she replied.

Mick chuckled before asking:

“Speaking of Seb and Di, did you tell them you’ve arrived? That I picked you up?”

Louisa didn’t answer. Instead, the soft sound of the radio, now playing a Dua Lipa song, filled the silence in her place.

“Lou…”

“I didn’t want to bother them,” she finally said. “You know they’ve been having a tough time with the whole documentary filming. I don’t want to make things more complicated…”

It was true. And, at the same time, it wasn’t.

“I came here to help them, not to be another burden.”

“You know none of them would see picking you up as a burden.”

And he was right. But her stubbornness, the exhaustion from two flights and a four-hour layover, and the fact that Mick had just pulled up to the villa where her sister, brother-in-law, and nieces and nephew lived, stopped her from answerinf.

“I’ll come by in a few days to check in on you and keep you company,” Mick declared as he quickly got out of the car to grab her suitcase from the trunk. Louisa followed suit.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said.

“I know. But I want to. You’re my friend, Lou, and that’s what friends do, right?”

Once again, she had no words.

Schumacher didn’t say anything else. Instead, he pulled her into a quick hug before getting back in the car, starting the engine, and driving off, leaving her completely alone.

She walked toward the entrance, noticing the door was slightly ajar. In the distance, she saw the family dogs, Clifford and Bruno, playing together. The moment they realized the visitor had arrived, they started barking excitedly, running up to her in an attempt to jump on her and greet her properly.

“Aunt Lou!”

Emily’s excited shriek made Louisa jump. The girl had just burst out of the house, sprinting towards her. Lou barely had time to react before her eldest niece crashed into her, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist.

“You’re finally here! I’ve missed you so much!”

There was no denying it: Emily was the spitting image of Seb. She had his whole face, his blonde, curly hair, and his striking blue eyes. She hadn’t inherited anything from Diana, unlike Matilda and Enzo, who were a mix of both parents—or, in Enzo’s case, the perfect replica of his mother.

“See? I told you I’d come,” Louisa said with a laugh, ruffling the girl’s already messy hair.

“Yeah, but it took you forever to get here!”

“Emily, it’s only been two weeks since I told your mom I was coming.”

“Aunt Lou! Aunt Lou!”

Matilda now appeared at the door, bouncing excitedly. Even though it was early afternoon, she was still in her blue Spider-Man pajamas. Lou had no doubt Seb was to blame for letting her stay in them all day.

The moment Matilda reached her, Lou crouched down, and the little girl wasted no time wrapping her arms around her aunt’s neck so she could pick her up.

“So mommy and daddy weren’t lying after all! You really came!”

“Of course I did,” the twenty-something murmured, pressing a kiss to her niece’s forehead while pulling Emily closer with her free arm so she wouldn’t feel left out. “Have you been taking care of everyone like you promised me after Christmas?”

Matilda nodded, though not very convincingly.

“Yes! But Enzo is still a tiny baby, so I let mommy and daddy take care of him!”

Louisa chuckled at her niece’s logic, but before she could answer, or even step inside the house, another voice interrupted their little reunion.

“Alright, girls, let’s give your aunt some space to breathe. She just got here, and she’s already going to get tired of you.”

Seb stood there, Enzo in his arms, resting against his hip. He looked at her with that familiar warmth he always carried. The moment their eyes met, Louisa finally felt at home, for the first time in a long time. Maybe even longer than she was willing to admit.

“Welcome home, Lou.”

He took a step forward, freeing one arm so he could pull her into a hug.

“Why didn’t you tell us you’d arrived?” Vettel asked, concerned about lacing his voice. “Did something happen?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Lou quickly assured him. “I just didn’t want to bother you, so I asked Mick to pick me up. We went to have lunch and catch up a bit. You know, with all of him going now to Williams… and dating your sister…”

“Come on in, it’s cold outside,” Sebastian finally said after a few seconds that felt like an eternity. He took the girl’s suitcase and ushered his daughters inside, followed by their aunt. “Make yourself at home, Lou, and get some rest, you need it.”

“Louisa! How could you not call me to let me know you’d arrived?!”

Diana’s voice rang out from what seemed like quite a distance, but within seconds, she appeared in the doorway, walking briskly while wiping her hands on the apron she was wearing.

She quickly gestured for her husband to close the door, which he obeyed immediately, and then signaled to her daughters to settle down.

“For God’s sake, girls! What have I told you about going outside without a coat? You’re going to catch a cold!”

Sebastian handed Enzo to Lou, chuckling quietly, just as she did, and picked up the suitcase to carry it to her room. Diana grabbed Lou’s wrist, pulling her inside once and for all, then motioned for her to follow.

“You got here just in time,” Diana said as they entered the kitchen. “I made apple strudel. And cookies with all sorts of fillings, and cake, and even a pie…”

“You just wanted me to visit so you could give me new recipes for The Sunshine, didn’t you?” Lou teased, watching her sister pull a tray of pain au chocolat out of the oven, just like the ones she was used to making at the café in their hometown, Linz.

“Well… maybe you caught me,” Diana smirked.

Sebastian entered the kitchen, still holding the little one in his arms, and positioned himself next to his wife, trying to sneak a bite of something she had made, though not before stealing a kiss from her lips.

“Take advantage of it, Lou. She only bakes when she’s happy.”

“And when she’s stressed,” Lou pointed out. “Remember, she started The Sunshine after Ferrari fired.”

“I am not stressed,” Diana protested. “And they didn’t fired me: I resigned after they posted on social media I was parting ways with them by the end of the season before we even agreed on that.”

Sebastian glanced at Lou out of the corner of his eye, mouthing liar, which made both of them burst into laughter, soon joined by Enzo, who waved his chubby little arms excitedly.

“So, tell me, how was the trip?” Diana asked, turning to her sister while playfully smacking her husband’s arm with a dish towel. “Mick went to pick you up, right?”

“It was long, but there were no disasters, so let’s be thankful for that.”

Diana then approached her sister, placed a hand on her shoulder, and made her sit on one of the kitchen island stools.

“Come on, sit down. You need to eat something.”

She placed a plate in front of her with a slice of apple strudel and a couple of the cinnamon rolls she knew Lou loved.

The moment Lou took a bite of the apple strudel, she felt completely at home, enveloped in the warmth of one of her greatest comfort zones. It also brought back fond memories of her childhood with her sister and Sebastian, first as her best friend, and later, as her sister’s boyfriend.

“Well then…” Diana said, now holding Enzo while Sebastian tidied up the kitchen to make space for the sisters. “It’s time to catch up.”

“Where do we start?”

“Iryna. How is she?”

“Busy as always, you know how she is,” Lou replied, swinging her feet under the chair. “She’s a little overwhelmed with the book she’s currently writing. It’s a project she’s had in mind for a long time, but since it’s a bit different from what she’s used to writing, you can imagine… She thinks people are going to hate it.”

“She always says that, and then it turns out to be a huge success,” Sebastian chimed in, taking a seat beside his wife.

“Yeah, but you know how she is. She overthinks everything, even before anyone has read a single word of what she’s written.”

Diana nodded, completely understanding. She had never imagined that the Italian girl who had once walked into her café looking for a job would one day become part of their family.

“Does Max know what it’s about?”

“What do you think?” Lou asked. The couple shook their heads, and she nodded. “He says it annoys him when she writes and that he doesn’t deserve to get spoilers.”

“They’re like an old married couple with 60 years of marriage under their belt,” Sebastian joked.

“Speaking of couples who act like they’ve been together forever… Thoughts on Ame and Carlos?”

Diana and Louisa exchanged a look before bursting into laughter.

If someone had told them less than a year ago that they wouldn’t just rekindle their relationship with their sister but that she would start fake-dating someone out of revenge—only to end up falling in love with Carlos Sainz—they wouldn’t have believed it.

“Ame hasn’t stopped talking about it since Carlos took her out to dinner to make things official,” Diana said, rolling her eyes. “I thought she was anti-romance, but it turns out the toughest of us is the complete opposite.”

“Do you remember when you and Seb started dating, and she wouldn’t stop teasing you because you were so cheesy?” Lou nearly shouted between laughs.

“Don’t remind me,” Sebastian groaned. “I still remember when Johanna invited me to dinner for the first time as Diana’s boyfriend. I held her hand, and Ame said we were disgusting. Not to be mean, but…”

“And now they’re the disgusting ones,” Lou continued, sighing dramatically. “Amelie won’t shut up about how perfect Carlos is, how attentive he is, how much he wants a dog…”

“A dog?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

Lou shrugged and began playing with her nephew, alternating her gaze between them.

“Apparently, he’s been trying to convince her. He says it’ll help them prepare for when they have kids.”

“Oh my God… They’ve been dating for less than a month, and they’re already thinking about having kids. They’re a disaster…”

The conversation went on for hours, covering everything from how their uncles were doing and how they planned to handle this new year without an F1 season to worry about, to the preparation for the documentary they would start filming in just a week, and how Lou was managing The Sunshine on her own now that Iryna was no longer working there since moving to Monaco.

By the time the night had fully settled over Thurgau, the kids were exhausted and fast asleep in their rooms, finally granting the adults some peace. The only sound from them was Enzo’s steady breathing, coming through the baby monitor resting on the armrest of the sofa where Diana was sitting.

Lou was lying on one of the armchairs next to the couch, having decided to give the couple some space as they cuddled together. Diana sighed, resting her head more firmly against Seb’s chest, trying not to overthink everything that was coming their way. Most of all, she was struggling with how to approach the conversation she had been avoiding with her younger sister, especially given how stubborn, independent, and emotionally closed-off Louisa could be.

A comfortable silence had settled between them, making words unnecessary. But that didn’t mean Diana could ignore the need to talk to her sister.

“So, Lou…” she said at last, sitting up on the couch. She crossed her legs and took Seb’s hand for support. “How are you? I mean… how you really are?”

Louisa didn’t answer right away. She knew she couldn’t avoid this question forever, just like she couldn’t avoid the conversation that was about to unfold. A tightness formed in her chest, one she hadn’t felt in a long time because she hadn’t allowed herself the luxury of feeling bad.

“I… don’t know,” she admitted honestly, exhaling sharply.

“What do you mean by that?” Seb asked gently, his voice calm and reassuring.

“I mean that I should know how I feel, but I don’t,” she let out a sarcastic laugh. “I’ve spent so much time pretending I’m fine that I don’t even know if I actually am or if I’m not. I don’t have an answer, to be honest.” She looked down, feeling slightly ashamed. “Most days, I just… act like everything’s normal.”

Di exchanged a quick glance with Seb before getting up. She walked over to where her sister was sitting and perched on the armrest of the chair, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“It’s completely normal to feel that way, Lou. You don’t have to be ashamed of it, or have everything figured out when you’re feeling so… lost.”

Lou swallowed hard, trying to hold back her tears.

Trying, above all, not to seem weak.

She had always been the pure light of their family. The funny, adorable little girl who could brighten even the worst of days with her infectious smile.

She couldn’t be the opposite now.

“I feel like I should know what’s wrong with me. The rest of you have… I don’t know, lives that are sorted out. And I…” She forced herself to stop and take a deep breath. She wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t allow herself to. “Ame has Carlos, and just look at them! And Iryna—not only does she have an amazing boyfriend, but her career is going great too. And you and Seb… you’ve always been my example of what I want in the future.” She smiled sadly at them. Diana felt her chest tighten, guilt washing over her in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time—possibly not since their father’s death. “I just feel like a useless person who’s merely existing and not doing anything.”

“Lou, sweetheart, that’s not true,” Seb said, trying to reassure her.

“Well, it sure feels like it,” her voice wavered slightly, but she tried to ignore it. “What have I even done in the past year? Work at the café? Post TikToks and YouTube videos about books?”

Diana opened her mouth to respond, but Lou stopped her before she could.

“Don’t get me wrong, Didi. I love working at the café. It’s my dream job. But it still feels like I’m just filling time doing things to keep busy because, deep down, I don’t know what to do with my life.”

Di squeezed her hand tightly.

“I’ll say it again: you don’t have to have all the answers right now. You don’t have to fix everything immediately.”

“Then when?” Lou shook her head, struggling to contain her frustration. “I’m twenty-one years old and the only future plans I have are calling Aunt Johanna to check on the café’s online orders and deciding what to post next on social media. Is that a future?”

Sebastian sighed. Louisa’s words reminded him too much of the conversations he’d had with Di over the past fifteen years.

One thing was certain: besides being stubborn, ambitious, and determined to take on the world, the Wagner sisters were incredibly insecure.

“Lou, you’ve been through a lot,” the German said. “You lost your mother when you were just a baby. Then you moved to Spain, only for your dad to get diagnosed with cancer, and Di had to take care of you while dealing with that. And then he… passed away. Coping with all of that, and everything that came afterward, it’s a lot. It’s not easy, really.”

Di lowered her head, trying to hide her tears, but both of them knew how she was feeling.

“And now… you’ve seen people you trusted with your life walk away.”

“You mean Vivian. You can say her name, Seb, it’s fine.”

“Of course, we mean her, Lou,” Diana chimed in. “And we’re not avoiding the topic. What matters is whether you are ready to talk about it.”

“I just don’t know what I did wrong for her to leave like that… like I was nothing to her. We have been inseparable since we were twelve. And then, one day, I text her, and surprise! She reads the message and never replies.”

“Some people leave for no reason at all, without any explanation,” Seb exhaled, rubbing his jaw. “And that doesn’t mean it’s your fault.”

Lou let out a bitter, sarcastic laugh.

She had spent months trying to convince herself of that, but it had only made her feel worse. It had made her overthink everything, questioning if she was actually a good person, or if she wasn’t at all.

“Yeah, sure. But at least if she had told me what I did wrong, I could have gotten some closure, moved on, and kept living my life like nothing happened.”

“The thing is, Lou… sometimes, we don’t get closure. Sometimes, someone is here one day and gone the next.”

“Yeah, well… it still sucks.”

Lou sank deeper into the chair, crossing her arms and staring at the wall in front of her, filled with photographs. She spotted one of her father, smiling, just months before he died.

She tried to convince herself that not being able to say goodbye to him, that not having the proper farewell was far worse than the unexpected loss of her former best friend.

And yet, the tightness in her chest remained.

“I think it would help you to focus on the things that genuinely make you happy,” Diana said softly.

“Like what?” Lou asked, sitting up and looking directly at her sister, who was now standing.

“Well… your YouTube channel. You could start there. Or your TikTok videos.”

“Didi, those are just hobbies.”

“But do they make you happy?” her brother-in-law asked. Lou nodded, and the German continued. “Then focus on that. You love to talk about everything. Why not take it seriously and give yourself permission to be a… that thing I can't remember the name…”

"Content creator," the sisters said in unison. “Influencer.”

"Exactly. So what’s stopping you from doing it?"

The girl swallowed hard and looked down again, nervously fidgeting with her hands.

"I suppose… the fear of letting people down. That exposing myself too much to the public might turn me into someone I’m not, like creating a mask for myself."

Diana let out a soft laugh and pulled her into a warm embrace, pressing gentle kisses to her head.

"You won’t expose yourself too much because you don’t like to—I know you," she reassured her. "And I’m also absolutely convinced that you couldn’t present yourself as anyone other than who you truly are, even if you tried. People love you, Lou, and it’s time you realize that once and for all."

"I don’t know… I still feel like it doesn’t make sense."

"My life didn’t make sense either when I first started karting as a kid, and look at me now," Seb chimed in with a chuckle.

"Yeah, but you’re good. That’s why you’re a four-time Formula 1 world champion."

"And you’re good at what you do too," Diana countered, trying to lift her sister’s spirits as she seemed to sink further into self-doubt. "The problem is, you just don’t believe it yet."

"I don’t know if I ever will. I don’t even know if you’re telling me the truth or if you’re just saying this because I’m family and you want to make me feel better. But if that’s the case—"

She didn’t finish her sentence. She stopped herself the moment she saw the disappointment on her sister’s face and the concern on her brother-in-law’s. That thought, the one that had been festering in her mind, had completely taken over. Without another word, Louisa abruptly stood up from the couch and headed to what would soon be her bedroom.

Neither Sebastian nor Diana dared to speak, not even when they heard a loud door slam upstairs, strong enough to wake the kids.

Diana, who had instinctively stood up to follow her sister but ultimately froze at the entrance of the living room, let out a sigh. She hesitated for a moment before returning to the couch and sitting down beside Seb.

She exhaled slowly, trying her best to calm down and, above all, not to feel guilty about what had just happened. Her only intention had been to make her sister feel better.

But she knew it had turned out to be the opposite, and that was the last thing she had wanted.

Then, in the middle of all the thoughts swirling through her mind, an idea struck her.

"You’ve got that look again, love."

Seb, who had his arm around her waist, straightened up slightly to look at her.

"What look?"

"The look that says you’re about to do something crazy."

She smiled. He knew her too well.

"Should I be worried?"

"No, no, not at all. I was just thinking about how much Lou needs a push."

Sebastian tilted his head, confused by her words. Diana stood up from the couch and walked over to the entrance hall, where she had left her phone. Then, she returned to her husband, completely focused on whatever she was typing.

That alone was suspicious enough.

"What do you mean by a push?"

"She’s stuck, Seb. She has been for years, you know it as well as I do," she said, lowering her phone to look at him. He still didn’t seem to understand where she was going with this. "It’s like she’s been in survival mode ever since my dad died. And yes, she had a much better childhood than Amelie and I did, or at least that’s what I tried to give her. But because of that, she never really let herself live like a normal person."

Seb nodded, watching as Diana paced back and forth, clearly deep in thought.

"And you think you can fix that?"

"I can’t ‘fix’ it, but I can help. She needs something—or someone—to help pull her out of that cycle of negativity she’s trapped in."

"Let me guess: you already have someone in mind."

She didn’t say a word, but the way her lips curled into a knowing smile while she typed was enough of an answer for Sebastian.

"Diana…"

"What?" she asked innocently, walking back toward him and settling onto his lap. "Sunshine, I know exactly the person who could help her with this… someone who could push her out of her comfort zone…"

"You can’t just throw someone at her like that, assuming it’ll fix everything," the German countered, trying to reason with his wife.

"I’m not throwing anyone at her!" she defended. "I just think it could do her some good to meet someone new… someone with a different perspective, yet similar struggles. Someone who’s in a position like hers but maybe sees things differently."

"And who exactly is this person…?" Seb asked cautiously.

Diana shifted slightly, now straddling her husband, wrapping her arms around his neck, her smile widening.

"Oscar."

"Oscar… as in Oscar Piastri?"

She nodded before pressing a kiss to his lips.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was absolutely and utterly in love with her, Sebastian might have lost his patience.

"Think about it, love," she continued, regaining her composure but keeping her hands on him, now tracing slow, teasing patterns along the waistband of his pants, occasionally tickling his arms. "Oscar is young and just starting his career, but he’s been under immense pressure for years. He knows what it’s like to have expectations placed on him, to have people talk about him even when they don’t know him. He’s also lost people, and despite everything, he seems to handle it all relatively well."

"That’s true… If I remember correctly, Lily left him out of nowhere right after he was announced as a McLaren driver."

"And without any explanation, just like Vivian did to Lou," Diana added.

Seb sighed, processing the idea.

"Well… I have to admit, this isn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had," he finally said.

“I'll take that as a victory.”

“And how exactly do you plan to make all of this possible?”

Diana picked up her phone, opened WhatsApp, and went straight to Oscar's contact, which she didn't hesitate to open. To her surprise, he had already replied.

Hypothetically speaking... what do you think about meeting someone who has no idea they need to meet you? the woman asked.

What do you mean, meeting someone who has no idea they need to meet me? Is this a riddle? was the response from the Australian. Or is this something a sponsor told you?

Diana showed the message to her husband, who raised an eyebrow.

“He wants an explanation. And I’m sure you’re also making the poor guy nervous.”

The woman nodded, and that was exactly what she did.

It's simple, really. Lou, my younger sister, is going through a... let’s say, somewhat complicated situation, and I think she needs to meet someone new! I don’t want to tell her who you are, so she doesn’t feel pressured or judged… what do you think?

“Do you think this is going to work?” Sebastian asked with a hard-to-read expression.

“I honestly don’t know, she admitted after sending the message to the guy. But I do know it’s a great opportunity for her to realize we don’t see her as a victim or some charity case, you know?”

“I hope, for both your sakes, that this works out…” Seb murmured as he kissed his wife on the forehead, now sitting next to him, hugging her knees.

“Yeah... me too…”

Diana’s phone, still by her side, vibrated once again.

She quickly unlocked it and went straight to Piastri’s contact. Seb leaned in, curious to see what the guy had replied.

Perfect, no prob! Just let me know what you need from me, but if I could give you an idea... how about I create an anonymous email to start? :)

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citygirlyuno305 · 1 day ago

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Yuno

This is weird but I’m going to speak as a person right now just generally, rather than as any kind of professional or anything. I’ve hesitated to say this for a while, and to speak on Yuno at all, because of my own complicated feelings and because I fear the fallout. But with the new cover and everything I feel like I have to, or I have to get it off my chest. So if you read this, I’m sorry in advance for indulging in what is undeniable projection and bias. I have to put a content warning for harmful sexual relationships and violence here.

I’ve never admitted this to anyone beyond those who already knew, or with my actual public profile or name/ID attached. At age 17, I’m already fucking cringing, I was involved in a sugar-daddy situation. Me, age 17, and a man who was about 40. He had a daughter two years younger than me. I met her. We were friends on facebook. We would eat dinner and I’d have sex with her dad for money after she left to go to her mom’s house. No, I did not need the money. I can’t begin to go into what motivated it at this time because it’s like scratching a barely healed scab. God, I feel gross even thinking about it. Engaging in things like that is unsafe for ANY high schooler. No one stopped me though. My parents didn’t know, and it was shockingly easy to conceal from them, but my friends and siblings did know. Some simply shrugged. Some asked to see pictures of the guy, encouraged it. Some even asked me to ask him if he had friends who wanted to do the same thing with them.

This was obviously disgustingly predatory, but also, just disregarding our ages, it was an extremely violent sexual relationship just generally. Any ‘I worship my sweet sugar baby’ shit when we spoke was significantly outweighed by the things I had to to do. But I did them and even managed not to feel dehumanized at the time because I literally hated myself. So his depreciation fed my own self-hatred. It became very out of control, very quickly.

Predictably, I got pregnant after a little while. Again, I was 17. It was legal, so I had to get an abortion myself. I was pro-choice my entire life- still am. Guess what? Despite that, I felt like shit about that abortion for years. Sometimes I still feel like shit about it. Does that make me getting an abortion less forgivable?

I ask because it seems to be how some are framing their view of Yuno’s innocence or guilt. And I’ve been nice about it or I’ve ignored it up until now, but it’s gotten to a point where it just makes me realize that a lot of people are selfishly self-imposing their own opinions on the character without taking the time to understand what the character themselves needs to heal- like it doesn’t matter to you whether she’s mentally well, or safe. If this doesnt apply to you I hope you take no offense. Is the abortion a huge part of her character? Of course. But it is far from her entire character, and I can’t help but feel like we failed her by not even considering other aspects of her mentality, even if our votes wouldnt change.

To the extent that she regrets her choice, I get that. For the great many people (mainly on twitter) who seem to think abortion is something you can “girlboss queen never cry” your way out of feeling anything for, you’re so woefully wrong that it’s almost alarming. First, being that Yuno’s seemed to be self-inflicted by throwing herself down fucking STAIRS, i can’t even begin to imagine the level of pain she felt. Even when I took that goddamn pill I felt like shit for a week. But more than the physical pain, there IS an emotional pain and a mental pain that just dulls everything else around you. Its more than just societal, the actual biological impact, the abrupt halt of natural processes and jarring hormonal shifts, it literally fucks with your body and your head. I did not want a baby at 17. I did not regret the choice. But I can fully see how some people do once they get an abortion because even for me, it literally felt like a part of me was missing. Gone. Like a part of ME was ripped out. I genuinely hope no one reading this ever has to go through that. And I can’t fathom how much worse that mental pain must be when the abortion is nonmedical.

Is that a reason to make abortion illegal? Fuck no. But I have to make that clear because even saying that has gotten me bombarded with accusations of being prolife, when I’m not.

And you know what, everyone was so kind to me about it, I’m so lucky, really, in retrospect I see that. But when I was SEVENTEEN, it became something that made me so blindingly mad- “its not your fault, youre just a kid, you didnt know.” Yes, I was a kid- but I did KNOW. It felt like that part of me that I killed-because yes, thats how it truly felt-also took my agency with it when it left. Like no one gave a shit enough to tell me that I made a shitty call insofar as getting into that relationship in the first place, and now I’m sitting there with this immeasurable feeling of self-hatred and guilt over something that I did willingly and knowingly (from my POV), I’m feeling this insane emptiness and pain and numbness and I have no one around me to blame so I internalize this self hate even more. Because I couldnt even be angry and upset without simultaneously feeling MORE guilt when the people around me weren’t lashing out at me. I don’t know how to describe this. It felt like no one was holding me accountable for hurting myself, and it was alarming and driving me insane to toe the line between being a victim of my own exercise of choice, and to have no one hold me accountable for the exercise of that choice, even though I myself would not hold anyone else accountable or call them guilty for making the same choice. It felt like no one gaf because those absolving comments designed to make me feel better also somehow felt like I was also being deprived of recognition for the somewhat traumatic experience that it truly was. And even now I really struggle to call it trauma because I still grapple with the idea that I cannot exercise a choice and call it trauma. But its like, no one is angry at the perpetrator (me) for what they did to the victim (also me). And if thats the case, do you really care about me at all? I don’t know. It’s hard to put into words. But that’s where I’m like, we have kind of deprived Yuno of her own victimhood by insisting her actions were victimless.

That said, seeing the line “I wanted you to care enough to scold me and tell me I was wrong” actually hit me pretty hard. I don’t blame Yuno for wanting people to care. Because it truly doesnt feel like it in this instance sometimes.

Double it and pass it to the next person if Yuno really did kill herself when she did it. Because at that point, we’re telling her two things- 1) abortion is okay you didn’t commit murder- okay, fine. But ALSO 2) its okay that you killed yourself, no harm done. No wonder she thinks we don’t give a shit about her, we were too busy politicizing her to consider the fact that we were telling her she didnt err when she fucking offed herself.

And I want this part to be absolutely, abundantly clear: I do not say any of this to demonize SWs. In a manner of speaking I was one. I’m not sure how similar it is to Yuno’s situation but broadly speaking, we live in a world that is generally unsafe for women. Particularly young women, and even more so teenage girls. And we shouldn’t be indifferent to a high schooler showing us that she was having sex with grown men for cash. We shouldn’t demonize her for it, but we shouldve cared enough to probe into what caused her to think this was something she should do. Her friends and parents didnt. I wasnt mentally well when I did it. And call it a girlboss queen shit thing all you want, it fucked me up monumentally after. I still cant think about it without feeling disgusted with myself. And I dont want Yuno to he disgusted with herself but I also dont want to affirm a belief that its genuinely not a problem for high schoolers to do this. People can scream about “well 18 is legal!!!!” all day- its a shitty argument to begin with, though. (If the law said 12 was the age of consent, would you feel comfortable saying “Well its legal!!!” to a relationship between a 12 year old and a 30 year old? No, right? Because the law is not always the baseline of morality). But- and again this is in no way designed to demonize sex workers- situations like Yuno’s are undeniably dangerous.

Is it her fault that something happens if she is attacked? Absolutely NOT. But I still wish someone had given a shit enough about me, my friends, siblings, anyone, to tell me to stop putting myself in a position where it could easily occur. They didnt even tell me that after I got the abortion. Its not that I wanted them to scold me for the abortion-I wanted ANYTHING, but if I’m specific, I wanted them to scold me for what led to it. I wanted them to yell at me for even getting into the sugar daddy situation, which I engaged in willfully because of my OWN self-loathing and need for some form of attention, my OWN warped perception of what constitutes positive attention and what I had to be of value and worthy of that attention. Because I was 17 and I knew that most every time I was yelled at by someone or scolded it was because they cared about me in some form, even if yelling was inappropriate in a given situation. Its weird- without giving too much away here, I managed to keep my abortion from my parents despite being a minor. Maybe half a year after the fact, I told my mom, and only because she was expressing this deep concern that I was suicidal, telling me I wasn’t myself. She wasn’t wrong, of course, I was completely different, idk about suicidal, but certainly depressed. When I told her, she cried, not because shes prolife or anything, but because she was so distraught that she didn’t see what was happening. Frankly she couldn’t have, with the way I went about it and how our lives are structured. And I hate when my mother cries, I love her to death. But her crying felt good. Not like weird masochism good, but like vindication good. Because I knew something was wrong but no one else seemed to think something was wrong for so long, and her weeping over this confirmed for me that yes, I’m right, something- anything- was materially, truly, WRONG with this situation. And when she probed for details I cried too because I forgot how good it felt to have someone who cared enough about me personally to go deeper than superficial opinions on political things, to actually form a personalized opinion or seek more detail as to me specifically. She begged me not to keep up the sugar baby thing, and she was right to do that, and it simultaneously fed my need for care while also maintaining my agency. I am truly lucky beyond words for getting to be my mother’s child.

Anyway, that said, I see how Yuno probably also wanted that from us. To care about the why, and not the what. It didn’t seem like her parents were super involved. Unless I’m missing something.

But that’s the thing, its complicated. I’m pro choice but I hated my choice, but I dont regret my choice, but I do regret it and don’t hate it- I literally can’t put it into words. Its not so black and white. And I think demonizing Yuno for maybe wanting that or harboring the same complicated feelings about her own situation is antithetical to the entire purpose of pro-choice ideology. Is her exercise of choice somehow less forgivable because she might regret her choice?

The answer should be no. To me, anyway.

I would like it if people gave Yuno the same energy that they give any other character. She is a person. She is not just a medium to express any given ideology. And give her the courtesy of trying to understand how it feels to be forgiven for something that you don’t forgive yourself for. Because it doesn’t feel good. I’m in my 20s now and still cannot forgive myself sometimes.

I’m not saying we should have voted X or Y or advocating that Yuno is some kind of monster for what she did. That’d be pretty hypocritical. I’m not unilaterally placing blame on Yuno for her actions either. I’m also not pretending we’re the same person- though the timeline conversation with Shidou where he tells her she’d be good as a healthcare professional, is alarmingly similar to something that happened to me. And that same “Haha, quit playing around,” that’s exactly what I did too. Because I hated myself too much to think it was true. And it took a lot of work to crawl out of that hole. Like, yeah, I’m a lawyer now. I have a different life. I do not require validation from sexual partners to feel joy, I understand the difference between good and bad attention. But part of me will always be partially submerged in it. I think ignorance to the reality that even something that isn’t itself immoral can have dire consequences on the actor goes unrecognized sometimes.

If someone called me a girlboss after my abortion, knowing the circumstances that gave rise to it, or not even bothering to address them, I would’ve blown my fucking brains out.

#the milgram project #milgram yuno #yuno milgram #yuno kashiki #milgram

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kpopsexstories · 2 days ago

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NCT 127 Dating Ban #2: Jungwoo

NCT 127 can’t date girls. As their gay friend you help them out with their sexual needs.

This is a 100% gay smut story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: NCT Jungwoo x Male Reader

Story: Jungwoo tells you about the dating ban, and a flirtatious start to your friendship leads to sex.

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 3.5k

<- Start from the beginning: Story #1: Haechan

Want more stories like these? Also read the NCT Dream Dating Ban series which takes place before the 127 series.

Maybe it's because he was the first one you met among Haechan's friends in 127, or maybe it's because he's already seen you naked. Whatever the reason you've become somewhat attached to Jungwoo in the first few hours of your visit to their dorm.

Throughout the first evening you've eventually said hello to everyone, and Jungwoo has been there by your side from the start. It feels pretty good to have some emotional support, a comfort zone so you don't just have to latch on to Haechan.

Not that you've had anything to worry about. These first hours among strangers – and among new friends – have been fun and smooth. You've been relaxed and there hasn't been any of the awkwardness you feared. And Johnny and Jungwoo have been nice: they haven't said a word about what they walked in on earlier in the day, when they caught you and Haechan having sex.

You're just Haechan's friend, in town for a week-long visit, someone who'll be staying with them as a guest. No one seems to mind your presence. In fact they appear quite excited about it.

As the novelty of your visit settles, however, everyone is going about their business. Mark – the only one who's missing – is out of town for some well-earned time off. Johnny and Jaehyun are in the kitchen preparing a meal. Doyoung is in his room talking on the phone, his muffled voice carrying through the walls and closed door. Yuta and Taeyong have disappeared to God knows where, and Haechan has popped out to buy alcohol.

You and Jungwoo are lounging on the living room couch, deeply engaged in friendly conversation.

“It is hard,” the man admits. “We had a dating ban early on, then as we got older we had more freedom. But ever since Taeil they've become very strict again. It's frustrating!”

“I can only imagine,” you say and nod slowly. If only Jungwoo knew just how well. You have no idea if he does, but Haechan did reveal to you that he hasn't told the others how you met.

Jungwoo is getting worked up by the topic of the dating ban. “I mean, we have needs!” he says and throws his hands in the air. ”Of course we do! Denying us what is only human and natural is doing more harm than good. I honestly don't think it's healthy.”

You can't help but smile at his passion. You pull your legs up under yourself on the couch, and lean with an elbow on the backrest, listening intently as the man ventilates his frustrations.

You glance in the direction of the kitchen where you see Johnny through the door. He's standing by a counter cutting vegetables, but you quickly look away when he turns his head in your direction and smiles.

Did he just wink at me? you wonder. You could have sworn he did. The fact that he too, like Jungwoo, walked in on you naked suddenly makes you feel exposed.

You always knew that you'd sleep with Haechan on this trip, but for the first time a seed is planted in your head. What if you could have sex with more of them? Jungwoo at least, who seems as desperate as Haechan. Maybe you could help them all out, the way you once did with the dreamers. Not that anyone other than Haechan has asked you to, but you'd certainly be willing.

Now that would be a challenge, to have sex with them all. How the hell is the author going to come up with eight ways for that to happen? You immediately start plotting in your head.

“Well, you have each other,” you say to return to Jungwoo and the conversation, as not to appear rude and suspicious. Johnny has already turned his back on you anyway.

Your statement is a daring reach, an attempt to learn more about the men. You have no idea if any of the men are gay but figure you can always laugh it off as a joke if Jungwoo appears offended.

Jungwoo scoffs and frowns. The idea is quickly shot down. But he appears more sad than appalled. Maybe he didn’t even realize your comment was meant in a sexual way.

A new thought then pops into your head. If they've never actually done anything sexually with each other, maybe you could be the one to open the door for them. The seed keeps growing.

“Yuta and Taeyong actually used to date,” Jungwoo reveals out of nowhere. A big surprise and a glimmer of hope. ”They were together for years. But that kind of thing is hard in Korea. They broke up on good terms and it was probably for the best. It's not like they can have a future together anyway, at least not while they're in the public eye.”

The revelation and words have a real impact on you, and for a moment your thoughts begin to drift again. Imagine that. Being in the spotlight, living and working so closely together, in love but unable to be your true self. What a nightmare.

You're brought back to the room when you suddenly feel a hand on your knee. You look at it with a surprised expression, then up at Jungwoo who leans in closer. When you don't react, the hand slips up your leg and Jungwoo adjusts his position, until he's leaning into your lap.

“Sometimes I wish things were just easier,” he says. “Life is so unfair.”

You freeze in place. Of all the thoughts and ideas that have gone through your mind, this unexpected approach by your new friend wasn't even one of them. It's like Jungwoo wants to keep the conversation going and appear calm and casual about touching you, but also like he wants to stop talking and jump you right here on the couch.

You're suddenly very confused about what messages he's sending you. He hasn't brought up what he caught you and Haechan doing, but you have no idea what his silence on the topic means, nor what the hand on your leg is for. Is he interested? Is he curious? Is he gay?

Or, is he just teasing and making fun? He might even be able to hurt you. You like the man, but you don't know him after all.

“Jungwoo,” you whisper when the hand is just below your crotch and you feel a tingle. He's leaning so far into you his forehead is on your neck and shoulder.

“Yeah?” he says softly and casually runs his fingers through your hair, his voice muffled below your face.

“Are you horny?”

Maybe this is your chance. But there's no response. You wonder if you've just crossed a line, though Jungwoo is certainly the one crossing it if there is one.

You've only just met and he's already so physical you'd think you'd been friends for years. But is there really a sexual intent to his actions the way you desperately want to believe, or is he this physical with everyone?

He eventually lifts his head and looks up at you. “Yeah,” he whispers again. “I am.”

Then he finally takes the leap, moves his hand the last stretch, and seductively squeezes your bulge. His face immediately lights up, as he's delighted to realize that you're hard as bone.

You smile back at him, faintly but naughty and with confidence.

“Let's go to my room,” Jungwoo suggests, still grinning from ear to ear. He stares right into your eyes as he awaits your response.

“Okay,” you whisper calmly. On the inside your heart and mind are going wild.

*****

Jungwoo moves swiftly through the dorm, checking corners and avoiding any unwanted attention. Not bumping into any of the people in the apartment is like navigating a mine field. No one can know what you're about to do, though you wonder if it would really be so bad if they did.

You follow the man close behind, and when you reach his room and he lets you in he's quick to quietly close the door behind you. You've successfully managed to avoid detection.

Once in a private space, however, neither of you waste any time. Jungwoo is horny and desperate, and you have a new challenge in mind. If you can have sex with Jungwoo – already on your first night – you've checked off two out of eight in a matter of hours. That would certainly mean you're off to a great start.

Jungwoo grabs your body and gently pushes you against the wall beside the door. Then you kiss for the first time, a raw, passionate union of two hot bodies, horny as hell and eager to explore.

“We have to be super quiet,” Jungwoo whispers between sloppy smacks of your lips and tongues. You figure it's because he doesn't know what the others would think about him being with another man, but you don't ask, because you don't want Haechan to find out either.

Haechan is the one who invited you after all, and whose bed you'll be sleeping in tonight and every night for a week. You're there for sex and sightseeing with him, and though you're sure he wouldn't mind it if you made new friends and spent time with the others too, he might be hurt to learn you hooked up with one of his members.

The thought hasn't really crossed your mind before, but now that it does it makes you worried. It's a worry which Jungwoo is quick to expel, when his slender and sexy body squirms in your arms and lust and desire take over.

“Okay,” you say and push Jungwoo away, taking charge of the situation. You wrap your arms around his skinny body and waddle with him in the direction of his bed.

You sit down slowly on it to prevent it from squeaking. Your lips are engaged and your hands are all over each other. It's paramount that the boys outside don't hear what you're up to behind closed doors.

A thought crosses your mind. If this was just about sex, would the man really be so into touch and intimacy. Maybe he wants you for more than just a pocket pussy. The thought is quickly cast aside when the clothes start coming off.

“Top or bottom?” you ask while panting, another attempt to learn more information beyond the literal answer to the question.

“What?” Jungwoo asks while you both rush to take off your shirts. It tells you all you need to know on the subject.

“Do you want to fuck me?” you ask to clarify.

Jungwoo unbuckles his pants. “Yeah,” he says when he pulls them down, and you see his long but slender dick for the first time.

He really is eager, you think. And boy does it turn you on.

You suddenly get out of bed and stand up, equally eager to match Jungwoo's tempo and get the same pleasure out of this as you want him to experience. Time is also of the essence, as Haechan – your actual friend with benefits – won't be gone for long.

You pull your pants down to your ankles but don't bother taking them off. Haechan's lubed-up dick inside your hole is still very fresh on your mind, and you hope it stretching you wide mere hours ago will be enough to make this work. Jungwoo's thin size probably won't be too difficult for you to take anyway.

Still, the least you can do is wet it. Jungwoo is sitting on the edge of the bed, sliding down his own pants and kicking them off his feet. You quickly hunch down in front of him, take a firm grip around his long shaft, and plant your lips on its head.

You push your face down and the dick slides deep into your mouth. You lick and suck it, lubing it up with saliva while Jungwoo leans back and relaxes on his elbows.

He moans. ��Mm, fuck,” he whispers, trying to hold his breath and keep quiet. It doesn't matter if this is his first blowjob or not, all that matters is that you can sense and see the immense pleasure you're giving him.

Your hands wander up his slim figure. You touch his flat stomach and chest and gently caress him while you suck and flick your tongue.

When you're satisfied that you can take the dick you stand back up, and much to Jungwoo's disappointment the shaft slips down your tongue and falls out. You climb back onto the bed and go down on all four, then point your ass in Jungwoo's direction.

You wonder if he knows what to do or if you need to teach him, the way you once taught Jisung. But he immediately gets the hint and springs to action.

Gay or not, he sees a hole and knows the drill. He waddles toward you on his knees, and you quickly feel his dick as it begins to poke around between your cheeks.

Again he wastes no time. He finds the entrance and pushes the head in slowly. It expands your rim and it doesn't hurt at all. In fact it feels small, but only in terms of girth. When Jungwoo begins to thrust, and the dick slides a little deeper in each time, you're genuinely surprised by just how deep it can go.

It eventually hits a wall, and you let out an audible gasp and groan.

“Shhhh,” Jungwoo whispers and giggles behind you.

“Sorry,” you say and work hard to keep both your laughter and sounds of pain and pleasure in.

A door outside suddenly slams shut. “Drinks are here!” Haechan's cheerful voice announces.

Fuck! You've barely gotten started. You always knew you'd have mere minutes, but you better hurry if you want to finish.

Jungwoo seems to be thinking the same thing. You feel him scoot his knees closer and grip your hip harder with his big hands. And as you spread your legs a little wider the hole tightens around the stiff shaft.

He jams his crotch against your cheeks, quickly finds a slow but steady rhythm, and it's not long at all before you hear him panting softly behind you.

You rest your head on a pillow. His dick inside you feels great, but this is no longer about your pleasure. It's about the challenge, and about helping Jungwoo with his frustrations. It only counts if he comes, and you need to get there before it's too late.

“Mmph,” you suddenly hear him groan.

The bed makes a noise when he pushes harder inside you, and it causes him to slow his pace again.

“Mm, mm, ahh.”

His groin gently claps against your cheeks. You can sense the imminent change in him as he focuses his mind and eyes on your hot body. He isn't particularly wild or fast, but the constant and repetitive friction against his deprived cock has a strong effect on him.

“We better hurry,” you moan into the sheets. To help, you twist your upper body and look at him, and reach out with your hand to feel his incredibly flat chest and firm stomach.

You wonder where in the apartment Haechan is. Has he noticed your absence yet? Has he asked the others about you? Hopefully they haven't even noticed that you've left the couch, and hopefully they don't have a clue yet either what is going on just a room away from them.

Jungwoo doesn't respond, because he's already on the same wavelength. His mind is fully focused on the sex, and the strong buildup of an orgasm. Everything has happened so quickly.

“Mmph!” he repeats, a short sound produced each time a particularly strong sensation of pleasure shoots through his body.

“Mm! Mm! Mmph! Ahhh!”

You close your eyes and relax, your body straightening out and hand leaving the hot body behind you. You hug the pillow tight as your head rocks back and forth on it.

“Mm, mm, MMM!” Jungwoo moans behind you, his moth closed to try to keep the noise of pleasure down.

Before long he reaches his climax. “Mm, mmph, AHHH!” he exclaims a little too loud, just before he comes inside you.

His grip around your hips hardens. You can tell that he wants to be louder but that he's holding it in. His pelvis clasps against your ass cheeks, but suddenly neither of you worry too much about it. The longer the sex has gone on for, the braver and more confident you feel that the sounds don't carry through the walls.

“Ahh, fuuck!” Jungwoo whispers. You feel his body jolting as he pulls you onto his long dick. “Fuuck!”

He comes inside you with a hefty jerk, and holds his breath to muffle his grunts.

“Ahh yeah,” you exclaim, a little louder than you meant to. “Mm, it feels so good.”

Jungwoo manages a few last thrusts, before you both quickly react. When he starts to pull out you leap forward, and he moans when the dick falls out of your hole.

“Let's get dressed,” you say and jump off the bed. Jungwoo quickly follows, just as eager to keep this from the others as you are eager to keep it from Haechan.

You put your clothes back on quickly and in silence. You sneak a peek at Jungwoo's slim figure and the long, still half hard dick between his legs before he pulls up his pants and underwear. You put your shirt back on just in time, when there's a soft knock on he door and Johnny opens it.

He appears just as Jungwoo closes his pants and you sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Hi,” you say happily, a little too excited considering that you've only spoken a few formalities to the man since you first met mere hours ago.

“Hi,” Johnny says and looks at you sideways, then at Jungwoo from head to toe. “Dinner's ready.”

“Okay,” Jungwoo says. “I was just showing him my room.”

As if there was a need for an explanation. Johnny certainly didn't ask for one. He lingers for a few seconds still with his hand on the door handle, then looks you in the eye and smirks. He winks at you, before he turns around and leaves without saying another word.

“We better join them,” Jungwoo says. He doesn't seem to have noticed Johnny’s curious and playful looks.

“Yeah,” you agree and start walking. When you're within reach, Jungwoo teasefully slaps your ass and you both giggle.

“Stop it,” you whisper, before you compose yourself and head out into the hallway and toward the kitchen, where a gleeful Haechan pulls out a chair for you and you all sit down to eat.

“Where's your shirt?” Yuta asks and glares at the bare chest.

Jungwoo's eyes widen and your heart skips a beat. “Shit!” he exclaims and giggles to hide his embarrassment. “I was just about to change it but I'm so hungry I forgot.”

He pulls his chair out and is about to get up. “Keep it off,” Taeyong suggests and Jungwoo stops in his tracks. Taeyong smiles at his friend while checking out the half naked body, then shares a glance with Yuta. “You look good. He looks good, right?”

“Right,” Yuta confirms. Several of the men around the table laugh, and Jungwoo decides to not get up after all.

*****

The mood throughout the meal is great, everyone talkative and eager to get to know you. Johnny keeps winking at you occasionally when your eyes meet across the table, and Yuta and Taeyong seem to have a little friendly competition going on about who can attract your attention the most. There’s wine and beer, and the more your new friends drink, the more open and flirty they become. You must admit that you’re loving the attention.

“Tomorrow we've got a full day of sightseeing,” Haechan says during the meal. “You and I can go see the city, if you want?”

“Sure,” you say and take a sip from your glass. You're here for a whole week after all, and you're kind of glad that Haechan has some time off to keep you occupied. You haven't really talked about any plans for the week, but you already know that it will involve a lot more than just being a tourist.

Even though you have no clue how much the others know about you, you do know why Haechan invited you in the first place. You'll have sex with him – lots of it – and now that you've crossed that line with Jungwoo maybe you'll sleep with him too.

Not to mention the rest of the hot men around the table. The tingle returns when you look around and think about it.

Not that it really matters though. Even if it turns out they don't need your help and you forget all about the challenge, you know that it will be an unforgettable week. Just being here, living and hanging out with them, is a memorable experience in itself.

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ghouljams · 7 hours ago

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hey ghoul, this isn’t really anything sex / writing related but i’d still really appreciate some feedback because i’m kind of at a loss here.

the other night i got, like, super high off a 25mg edible while hanging out with some friends who were drinking. there were two sober people in the group. being high off my mind, i was somewhat conscious of what i was doing but was in no position to correct myself besides asking the people around me if what i was doing was okay / if i was making them uncomfortable.

there was one person there who i don’t know all that well and it was the first time i’d hung out with them. i was super high, and they were incredibly drunk. i know i was laying over them a lot since my body felt incredibly heavy and id get really close to their face, but in my delirium i thought we were on the same wavelength with the energy they were giving back to me.

however, when i apologized the following day for how i acted, they told me i made them very uncomfortable that night, and i felt horrible and apologized profusely, to which they said they appreciated my acknowledgment of my actions. after talking to one of the sober people there, they told me “you were kinda all over them :/“ but i cannot stress enough that i COULD NOT control how my body felt. im not in anyway excusing or downplaying my actions, i know how i acted was wrong even though i was intoxicated. and also, that same friend sat down next to me that night and told me i needed to “tone it down by like 30%” because i was kind of all over people, and i started crying and telling them that i can’t help it and that it was mean of them to say that to me when im so high.

again, i’m not excusing my actions, but i guess what im wondering, is at what point do the sober people become “responsible” of the actions of such an intoxicated person? at what point do they need to step in and put space between that person and everyone else, if their actions are truly making people uncomfortable?

i’m so sorry this is so much, and you don’t need to respond, but i need to make sure im not like crazy or anything.

As someone who has babysat a lot of super high people (on various substances) but has not done much in the way of drugs I would say that if someone looks like they're TOO INTOXICATED then the responsible thing is to make sure that person is safe. I cannot tell you the anxiety I had reading your ask and hoping you weren't going to say someone touched you or assaulted you in some way.

This is just my opinion as a former trip sitter (which isn't the same as hanging with a greened out friend) but uh your sober friends should have gotten you to a horizontal surface if they noticed you were having trouble keeping yourself vertical. Also really questionable to tell someone clearly far past their intox limit that they need to "tone it down." That's just unkind.

I am not trying to say that intoxicated people are completely absolved of their actions or can't control themselves, but if you are sober and see an intoxicated friend making bad decisions or making someone uncomfortable, then it's your responsibility as their friend to get them out of that situation. The same way you would keep your drunk friend from going home with a guy she just met, your friends should have done a better job taking care of someone who was too impaired to function.

The only thing you can do is what you have already done: apologize to the people you made uncomfortable and let them know that you'll try and make sure it doesn't happen again.

Look I've had plenty of rollers laying on me or petting my head, or rubbing their cheek on my pant leg, it's a thing that happens when people get high. I'm not someone who likes being touched, but I also am someone who understands that they weren't meaning to do anything that made me uncomfortable, they were just super fucking high and trying to find something to ground themselves.

#ghoul speaks #idk I think ur friends sound like tools

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vera-bees-hyperfixations · 1 day ago

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My Dick Grayson/Nightwing Headcanons

Warring! I've only read about him in fanfics and researching info. I've never read a comic on this man in my live.

DICK GRAYSON

Dick knows how to cook, not that fancy level they(Alfred and Jason) can do, but that homemade style that reminds you of your grandma, it's not perfect, or pretty, but it's hearty

Dick is also a mother hen, but in the way of big brother mode

Dick is the sibling you go to pour your heart out to with little to no judgement

He's who you go to when you can't sleep and so he takes for a drive outside the city to watch the stars. Rather you talk or not,

He deals with seasonal depression, but knows how to hide it(most times too well) (he's is seeking help and going to therapy, unlike someone)

He has the biggest temper out of the family. Due to going to therapy, he knows how to manage it better and not lash out.

He is one the family fears the most, whether that's good or bad, it's a fact no one acknowledges.

Will always ignore his own needs over his family

Big on boundaries. Teaching, encouraging and help enforcing them with family members

He sometimes joins Harley, Selina, and Ivy for girls night. (He is always invited three times a month that's mandatory.)

He goes to every ballet performance Cass in is, he makes it a sibling weekend for him and Steph.

He loves to express himself through his clothes. If he's happy, colorful clothes, if its a low energy day, darker or muted colors.

He is always cold, so he hugs Bruce or Jason to use them as his personal heater, it's why you'll see him wearing a hoodie or sweater in the middle of summer and not sweating.

Very tactile, but respects everyones boundaries.

Volunteers at different shelters, 3 times a week

Visits his circus family at least twice a year, he tries for 6 more times then not. Most he's gotten in a year was 13

Dick has a healthy life out of vigilantism and real friends as a civilian

He loves to swim, if he has free time and you can't find him doing gymnastics he's swim

Big dancer, loves to dance Cass in the ballroom or studio

LOVES fantasy movies, shows and books

NIGHTWING

Nightwing is THE Teen hero support. Every hero from his generation and under look up to him

If a teen hero needs help for an adult, the first person they call is Nightwing

Always carries some snacks on him to give to kids or victims

Also stickers, so many hero and pun stickers.

He blasts music while patrolling, much to Batman's annoyance. You'd think that means he gets noticed by goons and villains, hell even civilians, yet somehow he never does.

Loves to do combo attacks with Spoiler and Black Bat

Whenever Harley starts chaos, Nightwing can always just have a chat with her, getting her to stop. On the rare occasion he'll join in on her mayhem. Usually when The Big Bat is out of town, and some of his siblings.

Gotham knows their Wonder Boy is not as innocent as the Bat still believes he is.

Gotham has the rumor that Nightwing killed the Joker. Crime Alley knows he did, but the lunatic is a cockroach and won't stay dead.

When kids are around, Nightwing makes himself noticeable and becomes even more dramatic with his stunts. Giving any kid a show to remember.

Due to Deathstroke's training, Nightwing is as good a shot as Red Hood when it comes to guns. Nightwing prefers a sniper, while Hood prefers pistols.

Gotham citizens are known to able to find Nightwing perched on the weirdest places or he's weirdly perched on anything in Gotham.

Due to his upbringing, he has been able to keep a connection with Crime Alley residents as Nightwing.

When Jason died, for a year Nightwing patrolled Crime Alley, right under the Big Bat's nose. No one in the Bay Family know that happened, not even Oracle or Red Robin. All of Crime Alley remember though.

Nightwing went by a different name for that year patrolling Crime Alley. He took the name Wolfram, his "suit" was similar to Red Hood's; armored chest-piece/top, cargo pants, and steel-toed combat boots. His mask is not bat-issued, and sometimes he also wore a high-grade lower face mask. The colors are black, red, gold and green.

When Jason was Robin it was a known fact by the goons, do not maim Robin or Bludhaven's hero will find you. It got worse when Tim became Robin, it turned into do not seriously injury and maim Robin or Nightwing will find you, and you wont be found again.

Due to vigilantism, he learned the art of sleeping while standing up and having his eyes open. It freaks everyone out.

Every Bat deals with cold cases, Nightwing focuses on SA Cold Cases

When Bruce is needed as a civilian but Batman is need for the Justice League, Nightwing takes his place as Batman, he can mimic Batman's voice so well it can (and has) trick the JL founders. (Thank you Agent A for the lessons)

#dick grayson #nightwing #dc #dick grayson headcanon #nightwing headcanon #dc headcanon #batfamily #Vera's Version

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tarotlexa · 3 hours ago

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS- my personal experience with the signs!

disclaimer: ASTROLOGY GOATS, DO NOT COME FOR ME. i don't like to view myself as a professional astrologer, thus i will be warning you that this is based on personal observation of the people that i've met over the years so pls don't take it personal! i've been studying astrology since 2015 but i might be wrong about some of those takes, don't hold it against me and much love as usual <3

(btw this is for placidus/whole sign, can be applied to your big 6/chart ruler and so on)

aries: libras (their sister sign) are commonly associated with being unable to make decisions, but really it's those mfs who will refuse to make one LMAOOO super indecisive people when it comes to crushes/friends and so on. can also have a weird relationship with faith for some reason. great at making things with their hands.

taurus: this sign gets sometimes (rightfully) associated with laziness/procrastination and gluttony and while they love their sweet treats, they're also some of the biggest hustlers that i've ever known. very prone to switching careers, especially if they're a taurus sun (which makes sense to me because their sister sign is scorpio, the sign of renewal and transformation). i'm gonna also mention that sometimes i don't like how my taurus moon friends treat their relationships as they have a tendency to put the blame on others a tiny bit too much.

gemini: LET ME PREFACE BY SAYING THAT I ADORE GEMINIS, most of the close friends that i have had throughout my life had some gemini placements. you guys are so incredibly fun, energetic and wise when you want to be but DAMNNN stop trying to make drama happen lmaooo they love creating drama or fights when they're bored. can also lack self awareness (esp if gemini sun). somebody give those people a padded room, paper and pen and they'll come out with the wildest takes you could ever hear from another human being. their creativity is UNMATCHED if they have a gemini+5h placement in their chart. let them cook

cancer: i'm going to hold your hand when i say this: RELATIONSHIPS WILL NOT SAVE YOU, no, not even that relationship. stop chasing others so damn much and start chasing yourself first wtf, also cancer men need to stay away from me (my previous evil twink best friend has a cancer stellium) because they're so manipulative it makes you feel insane. cancer women are so comforting to me tho, even when they're moody.

leo: they looove to read about themselves and that's why most of them are really into astrology (we listen and we don't judge), also i feel like the whole "natural born leader" doesn't always pertain to them. they can get placed in that role but most of the time they won't like stepping into it, they prefer to have fun for themselves more than anything else (very similar to gemini on this aspect imo)

virgo: you know how virgos get associated with being germ freaks? i believe they can become germ freaks after a very intense illness in childhood, virgos are prone to getting some sort of disease while growing up and that instills them with an amazing standard of hygiene and prevention. i don't find the germ freak stuff to be particularly relatable to virgo suns, i'd say it could be more of a virgo rising thing. also virgo risings are so pretty to me, literal representation of the maiden

libra: i'm ngl they can be quite the deceptive ones of the zodiac but when they lie it's usually for a reason (can't excuse the cheating tho, sorry <3): they think that by lying they're upholding the peace. usually libras have some of the worst home lives, their parents are either divorced or on the brink of divorce and from a very young age libras are expected to keep the peace at home, usually by being their parents therapists. also i find cheating to be more common with libra suns or risings rather than moon libra. i must also say that they can be great friends, they're usually the biggest supporters ever when it comes to loving on friends and family, they will always give you a shoutout!

scorpio: i might be biased here because i am one of them. scorpio gets a reputation for being this mysterious dark entity but they're some of the funniest people ever to me lmao (although i must say that our sense of humor isn't for everyone), especially scorpio sun signs. also we need to learn how to stop gatekeeping our hobbies and talents, especially when it comes to art or spirituality.

sagittarius: NERDS. i know that it's not really as common to see sagittarius get associated with nerdy stuff but when you think about, their sister sign is gemini (ruled by mercury) so sometimes they can be the biggest nerds on the planet. they usually love old cartoons/videogames and can be very self absorbed at times imo

capricorn: MY BABIES, so misunderstood. they're so so so hated but they're one of the sweetest kindest souls to walk this earth. unfortunately they cannot seem to keep their haters away, especially if they're a capricorn rising since saturn is their chart ruler (this makes life harder for most of them but it also depends on how well aspected their saturn is alongside other indicators). i will forever be their lawyer, please give them a chance.

aquarius: ngl, one of the most misunderstood signs when it comes to astrology and maybe that's why they're some of the biggest skeptics on earth (probably more than virgos). one of my previous best friends was an aquarius moon and my dad is an aquarius stellium so please be aware that i might be biased about your sign: personally i love you but you guys can be hard to love, not because of what you are but because of the way you distance yourself from people. one day everything is sunshine and rainbows in your close relationships and the next day you hate them LOOOL regardless i still think that you're one of the most interesting signs. also the gang ain't neurotypical, my bro got autism (at least in my experience with this sign)

pisces: i know that the word "healer" can be frequently associated to them but it's for a good reason, even if they're not healers in the traditional sense they can assume that role within their friend group (they'll always be the ones who make sure to include who has been left out or their shy friends because they know what it feels like to be excluded), sometimes that role can degenerate into martyrdom, especially if they're a pisces venus or pisces moon or pisces 12h.

as always, thank you for reading! <3 let me know if any of these made sense to you lol

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scary-grace · 8 hours ago

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Enough to Go By (Chapter 25) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24

Chapter 25

Your phone is ringing from a number you don’t recognize, and you wouldn’t pick it up at all if it hadn’t already rung four times. Either this is one persistent telemarketer, or your mom’s changed her phone number again and you just haven’t noticed. You step out of the high command meeting with an apology and raise it to your ear. “Hello?”

“This number is listed as the emergency contact for a patient who was just admitted to Yokohama General,” the person on the other end of the line says, and your blood turns to ice. “Am I speaking with —“

She says your name, and you nod, your mind spinning. Yoshimi? Why would Yoshimi list you as her contact? She was in remission. What happened? Why — “Miss,” the nurse on the other end of the line says, “I need you to confirm your name.”

You confirm it. “Thank you,” the nurse says. “The patient’s name is Kiyohara Kazuo. His advance directive —“

“His what?”

“His advance directive requires that I share a message with you,” the nurse continues. “The message is this: SAVE YOURSELF, all caps.”

Save yourself? “That doesn’t make any sense,” you say. “What happened? How is he?”

“That’s protected health information. I — ah, it appears he’s signed a consent to release information,” the nurse says. You need to sit down. Your head is spinning worse than before. “Kazuo collapsed at his workplace with a grand mal seizure, believed to have been brought on by overuse of his quirk. Stress may have also been a factor — eyewitnesses state that he was in a contentious discussion with his supervisor at the time.”

Kazuo wouldn’t have used his quirk by accident. He knows where his limit is. Did he push himself past it on purpose? Why? Your eyes are burning beneath your veil. “Do you know what they were fighting about?”

“I wasn’t there,” the nurse says, like you’re stupid. You swallow hard around the lump in your throat. “If my boss could read my mind like his apparently can, I might have a breakdown, too.”

Kazuo’s boss can read minds. Kazuo overloaded his quirk on purpose. Kazuo set you up as his emergency contact and set an advance directive ordering that a specific message be given to you. You ask the nurse for his room number, ask about visiting hours, and all the while you try to figure out what he was thinking. There was something in Kazuo’s mind he didn’t want his boss to see. Flooding his mind with information would have obscured it. And then there’s the message to you, which he prepared ahead of time. Which he must have planned for. Kazuo’s always told you that you can’t save he and Tenko both, or you and he both, or something. But this time he was brutally direct. Save yourself. From what?

Foreboding crashes down on you. You launch to your feet, lose your balance, knock against the wall, and stumble back into the meeting in the middle of some soliloquy from Geten about convincing the average citizen to rise up and join the cause. Re-Destro spots you first. “Saintess?”

“Something’s going to happen,” you say. “My contact at the HPSC — he just —“

“False alarm,” Hawks says at once. Spinner and Skeptic sit bolt upright in their chairs. “I’ve got contacts there, too. None of them have said anything. If your guy’s some mid-level guy —“

“He’s not mid-level!”

“Sure, sure. I’m just saying, I talk to the top brass,” Hawks says. “They’re building up to something, yeah, but they aren’t anywhere close to being ready to move. And when they are, we’ll have plenty of warning.”

“This is the warning,” you say. You see Dabi ignoring you, Re-Destro dismissing you, Geten and Twice and even Compress leaning to Hawks’s side of the story. But that doesn’t matter. There’s only one person you need to convince. “Tomura —“

He never met Kazuo. You know that even the idea of Kazuo bugs him a little bit — it’s a reminder that there was someone before him, someone you loved, even if you never loved them like this. But he trusts you, and when he meets your eyes, you know you’ve won. “Your contacts could have found you out,” he says to Hawks, whose jaw drops. “Better safe than sorry. Activate everybody. We’re starting now.”

You still dislike Re-Destro on principle, but you’ll say this for him — when Tomura gives the order, he snaps to it, and Geten follows suit. Skeptic was already in motion before Tomura spoke, and Spinner catches you by the arm and pulls you out of the room, dragging you down the hall. You’ve gone over plans for the start of the war multiple times, and at no point do they involve Spinner kidnapping you. You speak up as soon as you’ve got your feet under you. “What are you doing?”

“Getting you out of here.”

“Why?” If there’s going to be a fight, you have to stay close to Tomura. You try to wrench your arm out of Spinner’s grip, but he’s holding on too tightly. “Let go. I have to —“

“Hawks just got made. He knows you’re important. Shigaraki’s not leaving you anywhere Hawks can reach.” Spinner’s expression is grim. “Twice is going to make a clone of you. It’ll do the same thing as you, but nothing bad will happen if he kills it.”

Except that Tomura will have to watch you die. “And what am I supposed to do while this is going on? Watch helplessly from the sidelines?”

“No,” Spinner says. “Do what you did during the Deika thing. It’ll work better if no one knows you’re doing it.”

He’s right. You’ve kept the existence of the deleter rounds fairly quiet — after you and Spinner agreed that Hawks was the spy, you started dropping hints about how the production was harder than expected, and the compound didn’t work as well as Overhaul’s. In actuality, you’ve got dozens of bullets, a specially modified gun to fire them from, and a lot of practice while Tomura was in stasis. Next to Tomura, you’re a target, and your ability to do anything other than reinforce Super-Regeneration is limited. At a small distance from him, hidden, you can do a lot.

You stop fighting Spinner, and he breathes a sigh of relief. “Go get your gear. Stay out of sight. And don’t worry about him. We’ve got his back.”

You believe that, now. You didn’t before, but now you see it — the League wants Tomura to survive, too. No matter how else they feel about the new world, they want him in it. You nod, and Spinner lets go of your arm, leaving you to run back to the room you and Tomura share. Everything you need is hidden under the bed, and as you put it on, it occurs to you suddenly that Hawks doesn’t know what you look like. How likely is it that any of the heroes know? Right now, the biggest identifying feature you have is your costume. If you take it off —

When you step back out of the room, joining the flood of PLF members headed to their battle stations, you’re dressed in civilian clothes, and no one pays any attention to you. Word is spreading that Hawks is a traitor, that heroes are headed here right now, and while you’d expect the members of the PLF to be frightened, they aren’t. Some of them are angry with Hawks, angry with themselves for being taken in. But even the ones who are angry seem excited, too. They believe they can win. And with the advance warning Kazuo’s given you, combined with Tomura’s near-omnipotence, you think they might be right.

You don’t have an assigned battle station — everyone assumed you’d be with Tomura — so you go looking for the intelligence center instead. Skeptic has cameras everywhere. He’ll be able to see exactly who’s come to fight, and you’ll be able to see exactly who you need to hit in order to turn the tide of the battle in the League’s favor. When you get there, Skeptic’s not alone — Dabi’s there, too, in the worst mood you’ve ever seen him in. They’re arguing about something you couldn’t care less about. You wedge yourself past them to look at the screens, and your stomach drops.

There are so many heroes. You’ve never seen that many in your life, all at once, all converging on the PLF headquarters. You know Kazuo gave you all the warning he could, but you’re suddenly convinced that it wasn’t enough. This looks like every hero in Japan, from the top ten to people you’ve never seen, from heroes who have been around forever to students. A slow twist of anger works its way through you as you notice kid after kid from Toga’s YouTube playlist running across the screens. What the hell are the heroes doing bringing kids to fight a war?

Ultimately you know who you want to hit, but you don’t have nearly enough bullets for every hero. And you’re not exactly a hero expert. You turn away from the screens and step right into the middle of Dabi’s argument with Skeptic. “I have quirk-canceling bullets that actually work. Who should I hit?”

“Endeavor,” Skeptic says at once.

“No,” Dabi snarls, and you flinch. “Not him, and not the little brat he bred to replace him. They’re mine.”

Skeptic argues, but you talk over him. “I don’t care who deals with them as long as someone takes them out,” you say. “Who else?”

“The only way Shigaraki loses this is if his quirks stop working,” Dabi says. “That fucking traitor will have told them what he has, so they’ll have brought Eraserhead. Get him and the heroes are screwed.”

“And how did the traitor know what the Grand Commander has?” Skeptic hisses. Dabi snarls. “You told him. This is your fault.”

“Twice was friendly with him!”

“Not half as friendly as you!”

Maybe this is what they were fighting about when you came in. It doesn’t matter. You need to find Eraserhead and take him out of the fight, and you won’t need to kill him to do it. All it will take is one shot. The building rumbles around you, but you don’t flinch — it’s just Gigantomachia, waking up, just like Tomura’s plan calls for him to do. You keep watching the screens, looking for Eraserhead, and you find him fast. He’s not hard to miss, not when he’s running alongside the numbers one, five, six, and ten heroes, plus three or four others.

That concentration of firepower can only be aimed at one person. They’re headed for Tomura, and with Eraserhead there to cancel Tomura’s quirks, his ability to fight back will be limited. The only way to stop it is to make sure to cancel his first. You slip out of the room while Dabi and Skeptic are still fighting and head for the front lines.

Most of the fighting is happening outside the building. Tomura’s game plan called for keeping the enemy forces from breaching the building, although you’re not sure why, given that Gigantomachia destroyed part of it already with his emergence. The ground is shaking with his steps, and there’s already one hero struggling to hold him back. As you watch through a shattered window, you see a shadow lift from the ground, wings extended. You’re not a hero expert, but you’re pretty sure that’s the number ten hero, Ryukyu. That’s one less person against Tomura. One less person shielding Eraserhead.

You can’t see Toga or Twice — or Compress, now that you think about it. If you had to put a bet on where Spinner is, you’d say he’s by Tomura. Which is where you should be. You can’t see the clone Twice supposedly made of you, but you’re sure it’s around somewhere. Not dead yet. If it were dead, you’d know. Not because you’d feel it, but because you know what Tomura would do.

You’re not on anybody’s list of important targets, which means you go largely unnoticed as you duck and weave through the fight. Without your veil, not even the members of the PLF can recognize you, and you keep your gun close to your side, out of sight. At one point, though, you make eye contact with a familiar face — bright-eyed, dressed in pink, a pink-shaded visor down over her face. Uraraka Ochako, hero name: Uravity. You duck out of her eyeline, your heart hammering. She won’t remember you. Even if she does recognize your face, she won’t know where she remembers you from, and she definitely won’t link you to the League of Villains. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.

Except it’s not her you should have been worrying about. There’s somebody else staring down at you — a kid, too young to be a pro hero, must be a student. “Hey,” he says, frowning. His voice sounds strangely familiar. “Are you okay? You look —“

He doesn’t see you as a combatant, or any kind of threat. You can’t count on that to last. You bring the gun up from your side, flip the safety off, and drill a quirk-canceling bullet into his shoulder.

The student staggers, frowning — but he’s clearly confused, particularly when the bullet falls away, spent, the needle exposed. “What was that?” he asks, as you get back to your feet – and finally, you realize who you’re looking at.

It’s your brother. One of the twins. Shinji, you think. A student at Ketsubutsu Academy, called up to fight a war. And now he’s quirkless. You should feel something. He’s your brother. But all you can think of is the number of times he practiced using his quirk on you. Shinji’s frown deepens. “What did you do to me?”

You need to get away from him before he figures it out — and before he can let anyone else know. He’s got an earpiece in one ear. You snatch it out of his ear and run, jamming it into yours instead. He’s pretty obviously dressed as a hero. If he runs into anyone from the PLF, they’ll fight him, and he’ll have to fight them without his quirk. Shinji’s not going to be able to follow you. And without his earpiece, he can’t call for help, either.

The channel the earpiece is tuned to is a mess. There are directives coming in from somewhere, but they’re drowned out almost entirely by the heroes trying to coordinate, trying to counterattack, trying to adjust to the fact that the PLF, who was supposed to be caught unawares, seems to have been ready for them. You recognize Endeavor’s voice from TV broadcasts, and you know he’s pursuing Tomura, so you try to listen for him specifically as you pick your way around the edges of the fight. You promised Dabi you wouldn’t go after him, but if it comes down to destroying his quirk or letting him hurt Tomura, you know what you’ll choose.

You’re not a strategist, but as you draw closer to the battle, you try to think like one. Eraserhead’s quirk is like yours — it affects somebody else rather than doing anything for him. It would make the most sense for him to stay out of sight, like you’re doing, in a hiding spot where he can see Tomura but Tomura can’t see him. It occurs to you how likely it is that Eraserhead is doing the exact same thing you’re doing, a split second before you make your way around a piece of rubble and find Eraserhead crouched behind it, peering up and over at the fight between Tomura and the heroes.

For a moment you’re frozen, but you shake it off fast. The range here isn’t as close as it was with the student you shot, but it’s still well within your abilities, and all you need to do is tag him. You feel an odd squeamishness about shooting someone who isn’t hurting you, who doesn’t even know you’re there. Then you think about it. Eraserhead wants to hurt Tomura. Eraserhead’s also a hypocrite — calling himself a hero, defending his psychopathic student while disallowing any possibility that villains could be anything but irredeemably evil. He deserves what you’re about to do, as much as anyone can be said to deserve it. You raise your gun and aim for his torso.

“Hey!” Something skids into your field of vision, blocking Eraserhead completely. It’s the student the League abducted, the one who acts like a villain, as if you’ve summoned him just by thinking about him. He has his arm pulled back, sparks flying around his hand. If you don’t do something soon, you’re going to take an explosion to the face. “I don’t know who the hell you are, extra, but if you think —“

You don’t need to think. You pull the trigger, and the bullet you’d marked out for Eraserhead hits the hero student instead.

His hand drops, like you’ve cut the muscles in his arm instead of canceled his quirk, and you see confusion on his face, just like you saw on the other student you hit. Unlike that student, he reacts fast, raising his other hand, his face screwing up in concentration as he tries to call up a quirk that’s long-gone. With no quirk, he’s not your problem — or so you think. “Sensei, cut it out! I wasn’t going to hurt her —“

That’s an enormous lie, and it’s cute that he thinks Eraserhead is the one doing this. You cycle another round into the chamber and lean out around him, just in time for Eraserhead to look towards his student. The two of you make eye contact. You see his face shift, see that he’s registered something’s off. He’s not watching Tomura any longer. His attention is on you, and his hair falls around his face, and you’re in the act of pulling the trigger when the student tackles you from one side.

Your shot goes wide, and you put an elbow into the student’s face as you fire another. You get lucky with this one. Eraserhead’s coming towards you, hand held out, and the bullet sinks into the palm of his hand.

He must know what it is. That’s the only explanation you can think of for why he reacts the way he does, and how fast he does it. Eraserhead draws a knife from his utility belt, raises it, and amputates his left hand with a single stroke.

Was he fast enough to keep his quirk? You’re not sure. Whether he was or not, he’s toppling sideways, blood pouring from the stump of his hand, and the student lets go of you, racing forward to catch him. “Sensei —“

Nobody’s holding onto you, so you run. As you vanish around a corner, you hear Eraserhead’s voice, tight with pain and anger. “Leave it, Bakugou. Stop her!”

The student’s going to be after you. That’s fine. Unlike him, you know how to fight without a quirk. Your clip is almost empty. You fire the last bullet into the crowd, hitting a hero at random, then load the next one. The thought of circling back around to try to put Eraserhead down for good crosses your mind. Even if you canceled his quirk on the first try, you can’t be too careful. At least, you don’t think you can. You hear the distinctive sound of warp sludge spewing and look to your right, just in time to spot one of the high-end Nomus unfurling its limbs and rising to its feet. It reaches for you, hand closing around your waist, and pulls you in close. “Master’s orders,” it rumble as you fight. “Keep her safe.”

“Let me go,” you order, and it loosens its grip on you — but it doesn’t let you go entirely. Your authority must be subordinate to Tomura’s, somehow. The Nomus will follow your orders only if they don’t contradict Tomura’s. You try desperately to think of a workaround. “He said to keep her safe? He meant Toga. Go get Toga.”

“No,” the Nomu says. “Her.”

It says your name, and you curse yourself. Of course Tomura would have gotten specific. Of course he would had made sure. After what happened in Deika city, you should have guessed that he’d have set up multiple backup plans to keep you away. The Nomu repeats the order again, like you didn’t hear it the first time, this time with your name firmly embedded in it. “Master’s orders.”

“Then come with me,” you say. “I have to go fight. Come with me and keep me safe.”

This time, the workaround has at least some effect. The Nomu loosens its grip completely, but draws close to you, shadowing you completely. It says your name a third time. “Keep safe. Master said —“

“So that’s your real name,” a voice says in your ear, and terror rips down your spine. “I liked Saintess better.”

The Nomu lashes out, but Hawks is too fast. He yanks you away, splitting the Nomu’s head open with a massive, razor-sharp feather. You try to get the gun around to the right angle to shoot him, only for him to grab your wrist and twist it hard enough to shatter it. You yelp in pain, and worse, you drop the gun. Hawks lets your wrist fall, twists the other behind your back, and clamps his free hand over your mouth. “I have to hand it to you and your friend at the HPSC. You two really screwed things up,” he says. You try to bite his fingers, and he curses. A moment later you feel the sharp press of a feather against your throat. “Skeptic got a message out before we jammed communications. PLF cells are activating across the country. How does it feel to be the cause of a civil war?”

“I didn’t cause it.” Your voice is muffled, but you get the words out. “You’re the ones who made it possible.”

“And here I was thinking you could be reasoned with.” Hawks laughs, low and dark. “Tell me something. Did you ever buy it? Me as a member of the PLF?”

You throw an elbow backwards and try to bite him again, and this time, the feather that bites into your throat bites deep enough to draw blood. “Never.”

“Then you should have said something about it yesterday,” Hawks says. “Now it’s too late.”

He lets go of the hand behind your back and wraps it around your waist instead, and suddenly your feet leave the ground. His wings buffet the air, hauling you both upwards. Your backpack falls from your shoulders, and you grab for it desperately, trying to salvage something, anything. Your hand closes around a single clip. Six bullets, no gun, and the Number Two hero holding what amounts to a sword to your throat. This is worse than Overhaul’s attempt to capture you, worse than facing down Re-Destro. Hawks has you, and you can’t get out. What is he going to do with you? Take you up to a height and drop you? Drag you back to the heroes and throw you into Tartarus? Make you disappear entirely, so that no one ever finds you?

No, you realize. Hawks is carrying you towards the battle, not away from it. He wants everyone to find you. Or maybe not everyone. Just one person.

He raises his voice, shouting into the wind. “Hey, Grand Commander! I’ve got something of yours!”

From above, the battlefield is a wasteland. The PLF’s headquarters are mostly in ruins, and the woods and gardens surrounding the compound are scorched black or still in flames. There are bodies on the ground, but from this height, you can’t tell who’s dead or just wounded, who’s a hero or a member of the PLF or a student who should never have been here to begin with. You know where Tomura is, though. You can see Re-Destro in his giant form, the light glinting off of Spinner’s blades, shreds of Dabi’s blue fire clashing with Endeavor’s red flames. You can see that the heroes are in trouble, that Tomura’s quirks are enough to hold them back almost single-handedly. And you can see that Tomura comes to a stop at the sound for Hawks’s voice. Everyone else keeps fighting, but Tomura freezes, and Hawks drops a few feet in altitude. “That’s right. Take a good look. I’ve got her.”

You hear Tomura’s response loud and clear. “You’ve got a clone.”

“I dealt with the clone already,” Hawks calls back. You see someone strike towards Tomura, only to be deflected by Re-Destro. Tomura doesn’t even look. “Twice’s copies are pretty good, but he always leaves one thing out.”

A smaller feather slices through the chain of your necklace, and it drops into Hawks’s hand. He tosses it down towards Tomura, and you see Tomura’s hand flash out to catch it. You can’t see his expression from here. “All right then,” Hawks says. “Now that we’ve established that I’ve got your girlfriend, here’s what’s going to happen.”

“No, this is what will happen.” Tomura kicks off from the ground and launches into the air — Air Walk, one of the quirks you and the doctor transplanted into him. Now he and Hawks are facing each other. “You’re going to give her back, and maybe if you do I’ll kill you myself instead of letting Dabi do it!”

“Come near me and I’ll cut her throat,” Hawks says, and Tomura stops. You see his expression contort in a way that’s unfamiliar, but it smooths out a split second later. “See, we could just beat you into submission — we’ve got numbers — but the problem is the big guy, and that army of yours that’s just started acting up. Not to mention all those Nomus. Killing you isn’t going to put them back in the bottle, so I’m going to need you to tell them to stand down.”

Hawks is smart. Too smart. The part of you that’s not writhing in terror realizes that Hawks has solved a problem that the rest of the heroes haven’t even thought of. If Tomura dies, there’s no one to give Gigantomachia the order to stand down. There’s no one to put the brakes on the PLF, a PLF that will be enraged by the heroes’ attack. If the heroes want this to stop, they need Tomura to stop it himself, and Hawks has pinpointed the one thing that’s always swayed Tomura, ever since this started — threats to people he cares about. He got into it with Overhaul because Magne was killed and brought back, sought out the fight with the Meta Liberation Army to rescue Giran. All that is true. You still don’t think there’s anything that will make Shigaraki Tomura stand down when the stakes are this high.

But he’s never been just Shigaraki Tomura. And ever since you both were children, you’ve never seen Tenko accept losing you even once.

You have to get out of here. You have to get free of Hawks before Tenko’s love for you ruins everything. You thrash, and both Hawks and Tenko snap at you to hold still. Your mind spins uselessly. Hitting Hawks hasn’t worked. You can’t bite him without moving your head, without pressing the feather against your throat. You don’t have a weapon on you. The only thing you have is the clip of quirk-canceling bullets in your hand.

Your right wrist is broken, but your fingers are okay. You switch the clip from your left hand to your right, trying to lock your fingers in place around it, and begin prying it open with your left hand. Hawks is still talking. “If you don’t order them to stand down, then I’ll kill her. It’s pretty straightforward. Do as I say or your girlfriend dies.”

“You’re going to kill an innocent person so you can get an easy win?” Tenko’s voice sounds as strange as the expression that contorts his features a second time. “What kind of hero are you?”

“One life for the whole country? I’m the kind of hero who makes hard choices,” Hawks retorts. “Your girlfriend might be innocent by your standards, but she’s a criminal just like you. I don’t want to do it, but I’d be doing everyone a favor.”

Tenko’s expression contorts again, but you recognize part of it this time — horror. You haven’t seen him look that way since you were children. His hands come up, clamping down on either side of his face, fingernails biting deep. “No —“

“Then this will be a really easy choice. Order them to stand down,” Hawks says. You pry open the clip and the bullets fall into your hand — and then out of it. Out of six in the clip, you’re only able to save one. “I’m going to give you fifteen seconds to comply. Fifteen — fourteen —“

He keeps counting down, and below you, you see a flaming figure break away from the fight. Endeavor. He’ll be here sooner than Hawks’s countdown will end, and Tenko will be trapped. You can’t let that happen to him. You can’t let his dream fall apart because of you. You flick the protective cap on the bullet hard, trying to shatter it and expose the needle, and feel it break away beneath your nail. You break the action down into the simplest possible steps, the same as you did when you were learning stitches or shooting a gun.

Shift your grip. Lean back, away from the feather. Keep looking at Tenko. Don’t look away. Bring your hand to your side. Think about where you’ll hit. Take a deep breath — your last one ever, if this goes wrong — and shout to Tenko, playing the role of his sidekick one more time. “Behind you! Look out!”

Tenko looks. Hawks curses at you, shakes you, and you bring your left hand up, stabbing the bullet into the back of his hand.

Hawks jerks back, but it’s too late. The feather at your throat goes limp and falls away, and a moment later, Hawks’s wings cease to beat. The two of you remain aloft for another second before gravity catches up to you, and then you fall. You’re falling together at first. Then Hawks shoves you away from him, hard. He wants to save himself. Fine. You know it’s too late for both of you already.

Hawk’s shove flipped you from falling facedown to looking up. You have a decent view of Tenko up above you, locked in combat with Endeavor and whichever other heroes can fight in the air. He must be taking damage — you can feel your vision blurring, your heart racing, as your quirk siphons your strength and sends it to him. Maybe that will be what kills you. Maybe you’ll die before you hit the ground.

That’s okay with you. You decided it could end like this, a few months back or forever ago. The thought settles over you as your vision goes black for the last time. You’re a sidekick. No good sidekick would let her hero lose.

<- Chapter 24

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chaotic-gay-is-my-alignment · 2 days ago

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Where would you personally recommend starting to read discworld? :)

Oh, thank you for this question! 💚

As you've probably already heard, the books do get better the later in life Terry Pratchett wrote them. But the early ones aren't bad either. I personally started with the Rincewind-novels and started reading the books in the order they were published, but that's not what anyone (including Terry) recommends 😂

So here's my tea: I personally love the Death-novels and the Witches-novels the most. Both of these start with one novel that's early Terry and not quite as brilliant (but still pretty good and funny) but they both really pop off with the second novel.

If you love unhinged women doing unhinged things: Start with the witches. Equal Rites is the first one. It's the third Discworld-novel, but definitely quite enjoyable. Once you get to the second book - Wyrd Sisters - you will have the time of your life if you love weird women and Shakespeare. It's partially based on Macbeth, from the witches' perspective, and it is so, so silly and funny and also pretty dark in parts. The next one, Witches Abroad, is a witch road trip with lots of classical fairytale elements. And the next one (Lords and Ladies) has evil elves/fairies. Just. These books have absolutely impeccable vibes. And angry, weird, funny, horny, often slightly horrible and flawed (old and young) women.

Another series with impeccable vibes is the Death-series. The main character is the Grim Reaper himself. You will realize that you want to be his best friend. He's a bitch. He's a silly little guy. He's kind and sad and so, so lonely. In the first book, Mort (the fourth Discworld-novel), he takes a human apprentice, who is, more than anything, a silly, horny teenager. In the second one, (Reaper Man) he is a farmhand - this book will make you cry. In Soul Music, rock music somehow bleeds over into the discworld and everyone gets obsessed with it. It's hilarious, and the main character is Death's granddaughter, who might just be the most badass character of all times. The fourth one, Hogfather, is the best christmas novel you will ever read.

So those are my favorites. But obviously at some point you will want to learn more about Ankh-Morkpork and the world in general - and you will probably want to start reading the Guards-novels, or the wizard novels. But at that point you won't need my advice anymore, because you will be addicted to the Discworld.

Have fun! 🥰

#discworld #terry pratchett

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hedwigoprah · 3 days ago

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OC Tag Game

@hellomehlo was so kind to tag me in this. I figured it would fun after I asked ya'll to tell me about your Rooks, so here's some stuff about my girl. I'm gonna tag @strugglinggranola, @trashwithvariety, @mscreativity, @redheadsramblings, @notyourmamasdeerbat and @jouskaroo AND IF YOU SEE THIS, IM TAGGING YOU TOO (Tag me if you do this, I NEED to know about your OC, I really do.) ya'll have fun :) OC: It's Veryl ya'll, I'm not ready to talk about Ciprean yet ;)

General:

Name: Veryl Ingellvar

Alias: Ver (but only by close friends) Rook

Gender: Female (she/her)

Age: 27

Spoken Language: Nevarran and Common, but she can read several other languages proficiently

Sexual Orientation: ???? She likes who she likes

Occupation: Mourn Watch - Fade Conflict Resolution

Favorite…

Color: White and a warm yellow

Entertainment: People watching, Music, watching people participate in music

Pastime: Reading everything she can get her hands on, does not discriminate, if it has text she has her eyes on it.

Food: Bread, reliable, tasty, easy to find. But she's open to trying anything once.

Drink: A good mead is preferred, nevarran red if it's around.

Have they…

Passed University: She passed both Mortalitasi and Mourn Watch Training with high marks, she also seeks out continuing education when she has the time.

Had Sex: Yes. She plays it fast and loose and doesn't sleep with the same person twice.

Had Sex in Public: Probably?

Got Tattoos: Nope, no time, no money. No discernible or recognizable markings on purpose

Got Piercings: No, same reason. Nothing that would help people pick her out in a line up more than they already could.

Got Scarred: Yes, across her lower back, and old, old scars on her fingers from when she was young. There is a new fresh one on her left bicep from where she was stabbed by a Ventori blade.

Had a Broken Heart: Yes, but not from a romantic love.

Are they…

A Cuddler: Yes, she's touchy with everyone. Hungry for contact and grounding in reality. She'll cuddle with anyone that will let her get close enough.

Scared Easily: No, not at all. She's constantly listening to her surroundings and anticipates as much as she can. She spent a lot of time in the shadows of the Grand Necropolis, it was very desensitizing.

Jealous Easily: Insecure, yes. Jealous, no. She has very low expectations.

Trustworthy: Yes. She does her very best to protect those around her and always keep her promises.

Family…

Sibling(s): No siblings, but plenty of people she's adopted as siblings

Parents: A mentor that housed her, trained her, and played benefactor for her throughout her Necropolis training.

Children: She can't have kids, that option was taken away from her by her mentor. But she's definitely open to adoption and taking in strays as wards.

Pets: Yes a black cat named Zon. He passed before she left the Necropolis.

#tag game #maybe I'll do a rook ask at some point.#She's all I talk about tho so I'm sure we'll cover it at some point or another.#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #dragon age veilguard #datv #da:tv #dragon age: the veilguard #da: the veilguard #datv rook #veryl ingellvar #oc tag game #my characters #original characters

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spacemonkeysalsa · 1 day ago

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For context, I’m putting together some training materials for my office, and something like this is going to make it into those documents. Though I will have to change the example to something that doesn’t reference BG3 or sex, since it’s like not appropriate or whatever.

I’m barred in Nevada but then I moved (dummy) and now I am studying to take the bar exam again in a different state because I moved somewhere that doesn’t have any sort of reciprocity (double dummy) and its fine, I’m not worried. It’s just a pain, but as I’ve been studying and remembering what the bar is like, I also have friends who are studying for the EA exam or the CPA exam. It's forced me to think a lot about this kind of test and here's my main takeaway from studying for it:

Say you have a question on the exam like: “Which of these statements is most correct?” and then the statements are:

A) Astarion tops his partner in all his romance scenes in BG3

B) Astarion doesn’t top his partner in every one of his romance scenes in BG3

C) Astarion bottoms his partner in all his romance scenes in BG3

D) Astarion may top or bottom his romance partner in every scene in BG3

And you think to yourself, “hang on, I am overly familiar with the 2023 Larian video game Baldur’s Gate 3 and I love Astarion, I’ve romanced him 30+ times, surely this question ought to be easy, except none of these are quite correct?”

Answer A bothers you because you know it’s possible for him to bottom with larger body types, and this answer seems to exclude that possibility in how it’s phrased. Or does it? We’ll get back to that.

Answer B bothers you because even if you can get a version of the scene when he doesn’t top, there still exists a version when he does, and this applies to all ‘his’ scenes. Circling back to A real quick, you might be able to save yourself some time if at this point you just recognize that with A&B they are trying to get you to fall into the trap of assuming mutual exclusivity where none exists, but let’s say you’re an overthinker like me and your brain needs to keep processing all your options…

Answer C is obviously wrong, but you might hesitate to dismiss it, because what if you missed something? It’s a huge game and if we are thinking about variations, are these options you haven’t considered?

Answer D makes your stomach drop because you realize that three of these questions specify ‘his’ scenes, but the last one says ‘every scene’ and if it just removed the phrase ‘in every scene’ it would be correct, but the fact that it’s the one that’s different makes you fixate on it, even though you know it can’t be right, because it says ‘every scene’ not ‘every romance scene’ and therefore on its face implies every scene in BG3 is a sex scene, which isn’t true.

And you really wish there was an option that read “Astarion can top or bottom depending on player choices” but that’s not there. You have to pick from what’s there.

And, maybe you get distracted for a moment, wondering if by ‘his scenes’ they really mean just the scenes written for his character---that’s what you assumed, at first, but now that you’ve kept thinking about it you wonder if they may just mean a scene that he can participate in, as a player character, in which case B is true, because it implies that there’s at least one scene where he’s always a bottom and you can think of some that would count Also, they purposefully used the similar phrases “all” and “every one of” for A & B because they are hoping you will waste time considering whether these two phrases have the same meaning or not, and if there was any purpose in writing it in a way that was inconsistent. To be clear, the only point in switch up the wording is to mess with you.

Finally, you decide that the phrase “his romance scenes” has to refer to the scenes written for his character. Because anything else would be too unclear for the purposes of this question, since those other scenes ‘belong’ to other characters.

A is the correct answer because even if it’s not the best way to summarize this topic, it’s the only answer that isn’t technically wrong. All his romance scenes show him as a top, even if variations exist where he’s also a bottom. That just means “Astarion is a top in all his romance scenes, and a bottom in some romance scenes,” which would also be another example of the kind of ‘more correct’ answer you might wish was on the page, but it’s not there, and you can’t write in your own answer. Saying ‘all’ doesn’t exclude other possibilities. He tops in all the scenes, and he also bottoms in one of the scenes, and both of these things can be true at the same time. There’s no mutual exclusivity.

They purposefully write these options like this because they want to trick you. They don’t care that you are knowledgeable on the subject, they are barely interested in testing your knowledge, what they really want to test is whether or not they can trick you into making a mistake.

And, on the one hand, I don’t think this is a great way to test people on a subject. Especially a subject that is dense all on its own. You’re not showing that you’re unfamiliar with BG3 if you get this one wrong, you’re just showing that purposefully unclear communication and pedantry can trip you up. That’s nearly totally meaningless.

On the other hand, the meaning that is there has to do with being careful when you read, and understanding common logical fallacies like false equivalence or fallacy of division. You know, the kind of thing lawyers are supposed to be good at.

It isn't so bad if you can stand how tedious these kinds of exercises can be, or if you’re a weirdo who kind of likes tedium, like me. It will make it more likely that you take psychic damage while interacting with normal people, though. And people will think you're a pedant, because in fairness, you are a pedant.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion #ada studies for the bar again

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skepticalcatfrog · 2 days ago

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Oathbound Spoilers Under the Cut

I made a post the other day briefly summing up my feelings about one Mr. Larkin Douglas — for anyone who didn't see it, I'm not particularly fond of him. I'm just saying this up here so that anyone who really does love him knows, I'm about to get into that. I very well might bash him a little (WITH textual evidence, I'm not just saying things willy nilly). Read on at your own risk!

(Tagging @barinemiologist who made me want to make this longer post!)

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I also just want to clarify, none of this is going to be a critique of Tracy as a writer! I don't think it's possible for her to write a bad character. It's more about the way he's being used in the story, which I'll get into more later.

Okay, so, these thoughts have generally been bouncing around in my head since I read the book, and I'd really love to know if anyone else felt this way while they read. I'm going to be jumping around a lot, so bear with me:

As barinemiologist pointed out in their comment on my original post, I actually didn't mind Lark that much in Bloodmarked! Maybe it was just because we weren't seeing very much of him, but I was intrigued by him. He seemed to have an interesting personality that I was looking forward to seeing more of. But in Oathbound he just irritated me so much??

Let's just start with Lark in relation to William. The way he treats William really rubs me the wrong way. I understand the intentions behind the way he is, and in theory they are good intentions, but I feel like he could execute them MUCH better.

The scene in part 1 where William meets Valec, Mariah, and Lu to talk about Alice has a couple of the moments that made me go like 😬. Like this bit:

It sort of comes off as Lark feeling like he has some entitlement to what William is doing? Plus, he's very quick to jump to being accusatory, even when William has a perfectly good reason for not telling him. Which happens again a little later in the same scene:

That last line feels CRAZY to me. William is actively in the middle of explaining himself (which he shouldn't need to do in the first place, because it's perfectly reasonable for him to not involve Lark in everything he does, especially something like that which Lark wasn't even part of to begin with), but Lark is just NOT hearing him. He's accusing William of not trusting him because of this, which is a real overreaction.

And this scene isn't the only time he has an overreaction to something. Going back to the beginning of the book, there's this exchange between Lark and Nick:

It's made very clear in the narration that Nick isn't being aggressive (at least not until the very end), but Lark jumps right to anger. And sure, Nick is being a little critical of him, but he's definitely not insulting him as Lark says he is. It just really isn't a proportionate response to what was said.

Another example of Lark's interactions with William that made me raise an eyebrow comes a little bit later, after William, Lark, and Nick have left on the quest:

This exchange is so bizarre. It's not as bad as some of the other things on my list here, but it still just set off a little alarm in my mind. Something about the way he says "why I'm still allowing you to" just hits the ear wrong. Like, of course William is putting himself in harm's way, that's all the Legendborn do. You can't DISALLOW him from doing his job, there are plenty of parts of being in the Order and the Order as a whole that he doesn't like but he takes PRIDE in his ability to help and heal his friends. It's like, the most important thing to him. Not being able to do anything to help them makes him crazy. And I know that the stress that comes from any time he can't do it is part of Lark's argument, which I'll get to later, so just put a pin in it for now.

For the time being, let's rewind just a little bit to earlier in this same scene:

I've got a slightly different point with this one, which kind of leads into my next point too. I really don't like the way Lark is like, undermining William's trust in Nick? He's known Nick for YEARS, they're very very close friends, they trust each other with their lives. But apparently that's not good enough for Larkin Douglas?? It feels super weird. And this sort of ties back to what I was saying before, about Lark acting like he's entitled to know everything that everyone is doing at all times. I get his concern, but you'd think that with how much he seems to care about William (and how insistent he is that William trusts him), he would trust William a little more when William says he trusts Nick.

Now, for the next point that sort of connects to that one, we're going to go rapid fire on a couple of snippets from the book that all support the same argument:

What I'm trying to point out with all of those is just how often Lark DOUBTS people. Even though he says in that last one that he isn't really doubting, I still don't see what reason he had to say that. It's like he takes every opportunity he finds to play devil's advocate and be discouraging. I know that that could come from his own anxieties and self doubts, but that's never even really implied, so I can't give him the benefit of the doubt with this one (pun slightly intended). When he says stuff like that, it only does harm, and I just can't get behind it.

Remember how I mentioned a couple things throughout this that I said I'd get to later? Well, later is now. Take those pins back out.

Firstly, let's talk about what I said before about the things that I can see being justified in Lark's behavior. Like, for example, how he encourages William to take care of himself. That's good! And I agree that William definitely should be more concerned with his own well-being. But I have two issues with it: a) a lot of the time, his way of caring just comes off as overbearing. Lark needs to understand that there's a fine line between wanting William to take care of himself, and obstructing his ability to do his job, and he gets really close to crossing that line a lot of the time.

And b) there just isn't enough history between them for Lark to be acting the way he does. There could be something I'm forgetting, of course, but their whole dynamic (even starting from Bloodmarked) reads as co-workers who are somewhat interested in each other, not as two people who have the level of closeness that would justify Lark acting like that. His behavior reads like he thinks he knows William better than anyone, which just isn't true. That's a big part of why he reads so strangely to me.

If you recall, the other thing I asked you to save for later was about how Lark is being used in the story. What I mean by that is, the whole time I was reading, I thought that all of the negative behavior and undermining being perpetrated by Lark was going to lead up to him betraying them somehow. Obviously there's still one more book on the way, so there's a chance that might still happen, but I'm just not sure. What I will say, though, is that having something like that happen would probably save his character for me. I just don't think he's a good love interest for William. So to shift him from the role of a love interest to a twist traitor would make all of this make SO much more sense to me. I haven't seen anyone else sharing that opinion, who knows if anyone agrees with me, but that's my take on this whole thing.

TLDR, my point is that I don't think Lark's character is poorly written. He just really doesn't work for me as a likeable love interest with the way he acts, and I'm hoping that book 4 will fix that one way or another.

Please let me know what you think in the comments/reblogs/tags! Whether you agree with me and don't really like him, or you disagree and do like him, I'd like to hear your takes.

#oathbound spoilers #legendborn spoilers #legendborn #bloodmarked #oathbound #tracy deonn #larkin douglas #william sitterson #nick davis #nicholas davis #bree matthews #selwyn kane #alice chen

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Lucifer: It’s not that, I am unworthy of love. It’s my fault that my mom is dead. My dad and brother are right to hate me even if they are assholes. I think I loved you from the moment I saw you as a child, you are my love, my everything.

Lucifer caught flashes of the fire in the circus, his friend who was a clown at the circus getting hurt. Worst of all his mother being devoured by the fire. All of this causing Lucifer to break down crying. He tried to kiss Adam, but he turned into a bunch of feathers and he found himself back at the interrogation room.

Husk: Hey is everything alright?

Lucifer: No, but I am glad that you are here with me, you are a good friend. Both you and Angel mean so much to me as well. I am just so afraid of being vulnerable with Adam only to find out he doesn’t feel the same way.

Husk wanted to shake Lucifer and tell him that it was obvious to everyone that Adam loved him as much as he did.

Lucifer: It also hurts to see that fucking bitch Lilith hurt him. I never hated someone as much as I hate Lilith, I want to kill her.

Husk could understand, if someone was hurting Angel, he would want to kill them as well. Just then the portal opened and out came Angel along with Charlie and a Hellhound wearing an eyepatch.

Husk: Who is the new girl?

Charlie: This is Vaggie, she is mom’s newest bodyguard and my girlfriend.

Lucifer: Nice to meet you Maggie.

They ignored the fact that Lucifer got Vaggie’s name wrong and got them both untied. Just then agents spilled into the room to fight. While the agents just had weapons from the Edo period, I.M.P. had a large variety of weapons. When all the agents were taken care of, the building went into lockdown.

Charlie: I can’t read the book in these flashing lights.

Just then Agent Two went rigid and her eyes became glowing gold orbs.

Adam: Who dares to harm my Luci?

Agent One: Agent Two?

Adam: What’s the matter demon hunter, have you ever faced a real demon?

Just then some of the corpses got up and used the blood to draw a demon summoning circle. Black feathers flew out of Agent Two’s mouth which took on the form of Adam in an Eldritch form. Agent One was screaming in horror, but Lucifer had never been more turned on in his life. In fact he was quite sure that he was sporting a very noticeable boner right now. Once Agent One pissed his pants and ran away holding Agent Two, Adam went back to his usual form.

Adam: Are you alright darling?

Lucifer: Yeah, how did you find us.

Adam: I have my ways, you need to be more careful in the mortal world. If you get into trouble, I get into trouble and we don’t want that.

All of them except for Adam: No sir.

Adam: Now that is over with, it looks like we need some alone time to take care of your little problem. Though honestly that is anything but little.

Lucifer: Sounds like a plan.

Lucifer jumped into Adam’s arms ready for a night of passionate fucking. Husk gave Lucifer a look that said “Tell him.” But Lucifer wasn’t ready, he was still afraid of what Adam would say. Once everyone was in the right place, Adam took Lucifer back to his manor. They fell onto the bed making out. Their clothes became little more than strips of cloth once they were done tearing off their clothes. Lucifer plunged his dick deep into Adam’s cloaca.

Lucifer: You were so fucking hot when you saved us.

Their love making was so intense and passionate that they ended up breaking the bed. Afterwards they lay in the remains of the bed very satisfied.

Lilith: You are so fucking disgusting letting an imp fuck your fat ass.

Lucifer: Leave him alone you whore.

Lilith: I was just going to say that I am taking Abel for our little weekend trip, I expect the bed to be replaced by the time I return.

Lilith left with her swan like beak in the air.

Lucifer: You deserve so much better than that abusive bitch.

Adam: Thank you, Luci. At least with you here she didn’t hit me, I am sure she is running off to her brother, Steve, to complain about me.

While Stella was a swan Goetia like her mother, Steve was a peacock Goetia who had ice powers like their father. Lucifer just pulled Adam close to him and held him.

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(Stolitz AU)

Adam woke up excitedly today was his birthday. Adam was a hawk Goetia with brown feathers that had flecks of gold in them. The feathers on the top of his head looked like a stylish short hairstyle and his eyes were golden orbs. The imp butler had the little boy dressed in a little suit with a cape. He ran downstairs to see his mom Sera and his younger sister Emily, both were dove Goetia while Adam got his hawk form from his father who was never around.

Sera: Happy Birthday Starlight, I am sorry that your father couldn’t make it but he has a message for you.

Adam: What is it?

Sera pulled out a Grimoire and handed it to Adam.

Sera: You are to learn the spells in this book and lead many legions of Hell. You will also study the Heavenly bodies as well.

Adam: Is there something else mama?

Sera looked hesitant like she didn’t want to say the next part.

Sera: Your father arranged a marriage for you when you are older to another Goetia named Lilith because you will need to make a precautionary heir. Here is her picture.

Sera pulled out a picture of a swan Goetia about Adam’s age who was strangling one of her pets which made Adam burst out into tears. Emily ran over Adam and hugged him while Sera ruffled the feathers on his head.

Emily: I know what would cheer you up, there is a circus close by and it will be lots of fun.

Adam: Ok.

Sera felt bad for Adam, but she knew her husband was adamant about Adam getting married. Later that day Sera took Adam and Emily to the circus. Many of Hellborn were surprised to see Goetia royalty there. Sera even bought ice cream cones for her children, mint chocolate chip for Adam and strawberry for Emily. They sat in the audience enjoying the show. But in spite of everything, Adam was still sad. That was until a little imp boy Adam’s age in a magicians suit, cape, and top hat walked out.

Announcer: Now for our boy magician, Lucifer the Morningstar.

Lucifer: I heard that someone has a birthday today in the crowd.

Adam: Me!!!!

Adam was enchanted with the imp that he thought was so cute. Lucifer walked into the audience over to Adam and he had a mischievous little smile. He pulled the top hat off of his head and pulled out a bouquet of sunflowers.

Lucifer: Happy Birthday.

Sera couldn’t help but notice how happy Lucifer was because of this little boy.

Adam's eyes sparkled as he accepted the flowers, they were beautiful and perfect. He hugged them to his chest as he smelled them.

Adam: Thank you.

The imp boy smiled at him and it made Adams heart flutter, he didn't know why but he liked the feeling.

Lucifer went back to the ring and did more of his magic tricks, Adam kept his eyes glued to him the whole time.

Later, while Adam and Emily were talking about the performances to each other, Sera went to find the ring master.

Sera: Excuse me?

Teddy: Yes?

Sera: I have an odd request, it's my son's birthday today and he really enjoyed that little magician that gave him flowers. Lucifer I believe. Would it be possible to have him spend the day with Adam? It's his birthday and he's very lonely.

Teddy: Hmmmm..... Sure.

Lucifer was putting his hat away when his father came in.

Teddy: Boy, I have a job for you.

Lucifer never liked it when he said those words.

Adam was so surprised when Lucifer and his dad showed up that afternoon. His face flushed as he looked at the imp boy.

Sera: Adam sweetie, you remember Lucifer? He's going to spend the day with you as a friend.

Adam's eyes sparkled: Really?!

Oh he was so excited he could barely stand it, once he got Lucifer inside he started talking about his plants and nature and the sky.

Beautiful topics. But not for a kid.

Lucifer: No offense, but this is boring.

Adam wilted a little, he wanted Lucifer to be happy. His plants made him happy so he thought it would work for him.

Adam: Oh.... I'm sorry..... I've never had a friend before just my sister and my plants..... I'm not sure what to do.

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