#although I couldn't post exactly what was happening there on tumblr

[appleciderp]

I feel like the Kilts are playing second fiddle now

Day 8 of Soap in Kilts for @empresscirque

[a-simple-spiders-oc-dump]

The Kiddos From Universe 1 At Calypso Water Park

so one of my favourite character-building exercises I like to do is figure out how my OCs would act going to the theme park I used to go to a lot when I was in high school - Calypso Water Park. and while I've done this for the Realm Kiddos before, I haven't done it RECENTLY, and especially not since the canon shift. so fuck it!! we ball!!

Lydia is very much the Mom Friend of the group. She's the one who makes sure everyone's brought everything they need before heading out, and the one who pesters everyone to put on sunscreen (on Trinity's behalf). She's not the biggest fan of a lot of the slides, but she'll go on the smaller ones, especially if they're two-person slides and only one member of the group wants to go on 'em. Otherwise, she spends the day relaxing in the lazy river and spending time with Trinity to make sure she feels included. Probably gets a stomach ache from eating ice cream and then immediately getting roped into going on slides.

Sinclair is ADAMANT about going on literally every single slide in the park, probably bragging the whole time that these slides are child's play for them. In reality, they're fucking terrified of slides like Adrenaline (basically a straight drop), and completely chicken out at the Aqua Loops. They do get very competitive during races the group have on the Fast Track, and eventually it's just Sinclair and Sydney doing the ride over and over again until one of them is the definitive victor. The two bond afterwards over their bruised stomachs and somehow managing to steal the entirety of their meals (because both of them decided the food was super overpriced and thus it was stupid to pay for it).

Cynthia is largely just trying to keep track of everyone, since that's just instinct for her at this point, but after some time she starts to relax and do what she wants. I think the wave pool would be her favourite attraction, and she'd spend a bunch of time there just seeing how long she can last against the waves in the deep end of the pool (probably having a friendly competition with Dylan to see who can last the longest at least once.) She doesn't care too much for the slides, not because she's scared of them - they just don't really interest her. Still has a relatively good day against all odds!

Dylan is going fucking EVERYWHERE. He's doing Fast Track races with Sydney, Sinclair and the twins. He's going on Canyon Rafting with as much of the group as he can gather in one place. He's lounging in the lazy river. He's surviving the wave pool with Cynthia. He's eating a big hot dog and then immediately going back into it and then needs to rest on one of the lounge chairs in front of the wave pool because he gave himself a stomach cramp. Dylan is in his element here and he's having the TIME OF HIS LIFE. I think he might end up going into a bit of a funk for a few days afterwards because he got so much serotonin from this trip that he simply cannot get in his daily life. Plans on making this an annual event the second they leave the park at the end of the day.

Morgan loudly complains the whole time everyone is planning this excursion, calling it a waste of time, saying it's dumb baby shit, asking to stay home... But then everyone gets to the park and they learn that Morgan has a well-hidden thrill-seeking side. Sinclair TRIES to go on every slide in the park, but Morgan SUCCEEDS. Although, this comes with a downside... There are multiple slides that require two people that only Sinclair, or worse, Sydney are willing to go on with her. She definitely bullies Sinclair over being scared of the Aqua Loops and rubs it in their face when she does it, like, "see? I survived the big scary plastic slides. coward." Sinclair will probably seethe over this for the next week.

Sydney. is. fucking. ELATED. You just brought the Realm's biggest thrill-seeker to a water park that claims to have the fastest slides in the world! Peak enrichment!! Much like Dylan, she's absolutely everywhere, and it's really hard to track her down. Much like Morgan, she also goes on every single ride in the park, minus a couple because she got so caught up with the Fast Track bullshit. She and Sinclair get to do crime together too, which is just a nice bonus. She does get some weird looks due to her extensive scars, because sometimes people suck, but Sydney Could Not Care Less About This, There Are Slides To Be Conquered And Friends To Compete With Over Stupid Shit.

Trinity is deathly afraid of heights. This means basically every slide is off-limits for her. Additionally, she's pretty self-conscious about her death scar on her neck, and this doesn't help her social anxiety much. Mostly just sticks to Lydia, Dylan, Cynthia or Morgan's sides for the majority of the trip, watching everyone else have fun, but after a bit Bianca and Troy coax her to come with them to Pirate's Aquaplay and she starts to really enjoy herself. The three of them go under the bigass bucket there together (because when you go to Calypso you HAVE to step under the bucket) and the twins keep her from getting knocked over by the water, and it's the loudest anyone's heard Trinity laugh before.

Bianca desperately WANTS to keep up with Sydney but. holy shit. that's a LOT of slides. Her paranoia kinda ebbs and flows throughout the day regarding Troy, because on one hand, More People = More People Who Could Hurt Him, but on the other hand... who'd kill a kid surrounded by so many people?? (The latter reasoning is mostly her trying to fight that shit off with a metaphorical stick for the sake of actually being able to enjoy her day. It... only kind of works, much to her own chagrin.) And, at the very least, the two spend most of their day with Sydney, who Bianca full-heartedly trusts. (Maybe not to keep them safe from over-exertion, but at least to keep them safe from anyone who might try to hurt either twin.) She joins Troy in his gremlin antics at Pirate's Aquaplay, and is the one to suggest that Trinity come and join them to experience The Bucket. She heads to the gift shop early while Troy and Sydney are hanging out and gets everyone surprisingly thoughtful souvenirs from the day.

Troy is that little shit who goes to Pirate's Aquaplay and dumps the mini-buckets on kids' heads when they pass under it. I know this, because I was that little shit when I was a kid, and I know it's exactly the kind of thing Troy would love. A lot of the slides scare him more than he's willing to admit, and he especially hates any of the covered slides because they make him feel claustrophobic, but the big exception to this is the Turbo Lab. Partially due to the theming, partially due to the fact that they aren't super fast or tall slides, and partially because the ones he likes best are ones he can go on with his friends. By and large, though, he's mostly just following the group and joining in on activities like Canyon Rafting and Fast Track races. I like to think he and Bianca also make a bet on whether they can last more than five minutes in the kiddie pool without being kicked out. They barely even last a minute.

Gamma got volunteered by Alice to be a chaperone. He fucking hates it. Not just because it's REALLY hard to keep track of nine humans when they're all going on different rides on different ends of the park, not just because there are more people in the park that day than Gamma's seen in his entire life, but because Gamma has a secret phobia of drowning/being underwater. Being around this much water? That's hell to him. Either Alice or Sinclair has to explain the concept of a "lifeguard" to him to keep him from spontaneously combusting out of stress, and he can't look at the wave pool without his stomach twisting up in knots. Also? He refuses to wear swimwear. He's still in his fucking suit. He only vaguely understands why he's getting strange looks from everyone. Needless to say, Gamma does not have fun, but the humans had a great time and no one got seriously hurt, and once it's all over, that's all that truly matters to him. (He still needs to take a day or two to recover tho, because being hyper-vigilant for that long is fucking exhausting. And by 'take a day' I mean he spends a little more time than usual reading between patrolling the woods and making sure his siblings do their jobs, because Gamma doesn't understand that he can take a sick day without everything exploding, so there's no way he's taking a mental health day voluntarily.)

Alice would fucking LOOOOOOVE to go, but because of the Mechanics Of How Realms Work, she physically cannot. (The humans obviously can't go back to their homeworld, so they have to go to a different Reality in order to go to Calypso, and Alice is shackled to her Realm and the Reality it branched off from. I'm torn between it being a "if I leave I die instantly and I Do Not Want That" situation or "yeah I've got a built-in aversion to leaving this place that's kind of like a primal fear and I'm Not Fucking With That" situation. Could be both!) She still makes an adorable swimsuit for herself just for fun and watches everyone's day through portals while eating popcorn. She also spends a good amount of time talking with Gamma over his communication device whenever he starts getting overwhelmed by the. fucking EVERYTHING happening that day. Absolutely gets him to bring her back a souvenir from the park. (Oh, also, the group circumvents the money issue via Alice basically creating counterfeit money. Hey, they're only there for a day! What are the cops gonna do, track them down across time and space for a couple of forged twenties?)

[puripurin]

PLEASEEE I NEEEEEEED MORE ARTIST YAN ( more specifically a detailed scene of the cum room<333)

also can I claim shark anon?

[Artist!Yandere introduction post]

— You slowly blinked open your eyes, and sleep wanted to take over your mind until you realize the situation you were in after recalling that you got hit in the head.

You looked around the room, only to realize it was the room you last stepped into, which was, unfortunately, that disgusting room. Now that you had been bound to a chair in the room, you had a chance to take in this horrid scenery.

Although you were disgusted, you were impressed because artist!yan excelled in many different mediums of art and was top of the class in his first year. Drawings such as charcoal, mixed-media— wait a second— is that a scuplute that was two times your height?? When did that happen??? This is one of few times you put your brain to good use because you never even recall artist!yan asking you to be a model for a sculpture.

Just then, the door opened, and finally, you saw the perpetrator. He gasped before putting down the food tray he held in his hands and shuffling towards you.

"My love!! I am so sorry! You weren't supposed to see this room!!" He weeped pathetically as he dramatically fell close to your knees and rested his head on your lap, knowing that you couldn't even move due to how tight the ropes were.

"Um, was this necessary??" You stared at him in disgust. He choked back a fake sob and turned his head away.

"Yes! Only you deserve to be drawn and scuplt—"

"I MEANT THE DRIED UP CUM STAINS IDIOT!"

Hoi. I'm not sure if you wanted exactly this, but i was slightly drowsy while reading it. Yea, you can be shark anon. I'm still kinda new to tumblr, so imma just gonna assume that i can identify by emojis n shii. Also yall really like yan artist that much.

😶 yall like having a dedicated cum room from a yan? I thought i was makin shit up cus i was just writing until i got to a point where i thought it would be okay to finish at. ngl i had no idea what the intro post to artist yan would end like.

The only reason why i did artist yan was bcos of one of those "Kings Choice" (i think) ads 💀💀💀💀 pls i cant with myself sometimes. Anyways wnough rabling im too tired for this shit.

[apompkwrites]

the school-bound kingscholar || leona kingscholar

masterlist characters: Mwezi Miji Trio (OCs), Leona, Ruggie (platonic) genre: Angst contains: (Brief) Swearing, Possible OOC moments (depending on how you view Leona and Ruggie [mainly Leona]) summary: Following the admittance of Night Raven College's newest freshmen, both Kingscholars begin to come to terms with the newest changes in their lives. notes: I AM SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING AGAIN OTZ. Unfortunately, my lapses of writer's block and demotivation have only increased since I last posted. I'm trying to get back into the hang of posting things (as evident by my art account suddenly coming alive again). ALSO! As you can tell by the formatting, I'm actually writing with proper grammar on Tumblr now! Right now, I don't plan to go back to reformat the older chapters, but maybe once I find the drive to do it, I will! Thank you, everyone, for being so patient with me, I really appreciate it <3 parts: [og post] | [previous] | [next]

Leona felt something knock the air out of his lungs. To Ruggie, who stood right beside him in a robe that was a few inches too long, it was hilarious. Seeing the very prince (well, second prince) of the Afterglow Savanna lose his composure was enough to make Ruggie let out a quiet "Shyeheehee" under his breath before he ultimately straightened his posture under Leona's pointed glare.

Nothing could have prepared Leona to see (Name) again. Honestly, he had long since come to terms with the fact that his little sibling was missing, lost to the Outlands and likely a rotting corpse in the middle of nowhere.

He's lying, he could never come to terms with that, no matter how much he deluded himself.

But they were here. They were here and they were walking closer and they looked exactly the same as he remembered them.

Well, obviously, not exactly. But they looked so familiar and yet so different at the same time. Leona didn't even notice the tip of his tail swishing behind him until he heard one of his dorm members complaining about a tickling sensation against his ankles. And that only caused Leona to grumble under his breath and snatch the base of his tail to stop it from moving.

By the Seven, had they changed. They seemed bolder and more confident compared to the last time he had seen them. The way their shoulders were no longer hunched forward and instead rolled back in a pride strut he wished he could attribute to someone who had come to accept their own status or the way their eyes seemed sharper rather than soft and wide with innocence. And their hands. By the gods, what happened to their hands...? No, they had changed severely, akin to the way Leona recalled seeing the royal guards before and after their training.

Something had happened, that much he could figure out. And as much as he wanted to advance the board, reach out, and capture them like a king in a game of chess, he couldn't. Not when they were surrounded by a queen and two rooks.

"Ignore him," Nuru advised, although his words were more of a formality if anything. He knew how well you could handle yourself, but this was a unique situation.

"I know," you replied curtly, flipping your hood back on and sidling up to Nuru's right side. Jabori immediately flanked your other side in turn, followed by Jabali. It was a familiar formation, one that the four of you had cultivated for as long as you could remember.

"It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would," you whisper. However, the sharp pain lingering in your chest said otherwise.

Student after student soon began trickling out of each coffin, repeating the painstaking process of standing in front of the mirror, listening to its spiel about their innermost workings, before joining whatever dorm they were assigned to. Until finally, finally--

"We're done with orientation and dorm assignments?" One of the hooded figures lamented, his hand perched prim and properly on his hip. If you didn't any better, you'd assume that he was royalty or nobility. But, judging from his scent alone, he wasn't.

"Well, that ceremony was as boring as ever," Leona yawned, covering his mouth with his sleeve as he turned on his heels, facing the mass of hooded figures now under his care. "I'm going back to the dorm. If you're in Savanaclaw House, follow me."

He went to take a step amidst the other chattering dorm leaders before the doors slammed open, the handles banging against the wall from the force at which it swung. Leona groaned in response, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Psst, Nuru," Jabali called from his spot beside Jabori, leaning forward to actually see him. "Are you sure this is the right place? We're actually supposed to find answers from..."

Jabali paused and motioned out towards the commotion now terrorizing the mirror chamber. The little gray cat scampered around the floor, setting fire to whatever he could in some strange show of physical prowess and magical ability. "...These people?!"

Nuru said nothing at first. From where you stood beside him, you could tell doubt was beginning to creep up behind him. Lucky for him, Jabori decided to take the lead.

"This is Night Raven College," he points out, pulling back the hood of his robe by a hair to peer over at his twin. "Pretty much everyone here, especially the dorm leaders, are adept at some kind of magic. I mean, look."

This time, Jabori pointed towards the commotion, his finger following the way that the redhead shot a spell in the cat's direction, materializing a red and black collar around its neck.

"It's the best shot we have," he concludes, nodding in support of Nuru. That single gesture instantly calmed Nuru down, his shoulders no longer hunched up and his wings relaxing behind him. You merely smiled and patted his forearm in response. Jabali, on the other hand, grumbled under his breath and crossed his arms in begrudging compliance.

"Fine. But I'm not gonna get along with 'em or nothin'," Jabali huffed, rolling his eyes. Jabori laughed lightly at his brother's annoyance while Nuru let out a single huff of air.

"I wasn't gonna ask you too, either," Nuru hummed, glancing at Jabali from his peripheral. "Same goes for both of you, (Name), Jabori."

"Copy that," you nodded, the quiet chuckle that seemed to bubble from your throat disappearing the second Leona turned to face you and the rest of the new Savanaclaw members.

"You heard the headmage. I'm headin' back," Leona grumbled and, without missing a beat, brushed past the crowd and headed towards the door. Another hooded figure, one who had been standing beside Leona the entire ceremony, let out an exasperated sigh before raising his hand.

"Savanaclaw! Follow me," he ordered, earning a few half-hearted "Yes, sir"s from the rest of the huddled crowd.

You had to admit, it was pretty entertaining watching Jabali and Jabori marvel at the size of the campus halls. And Nuru too, if only he'd have more obvious reactions rather than just a single flick of a wing or a tilt of the head.

While the halls were nothing compared to the Kingscholar home, it was still pretty big. If you were any smaller than you were now, you'd probably react the same way.

"No way they need these doors to be this big," Jabali murmured, lightly elbowing your arm and pointing at one of the classroom doors. Your eyes followed his finger and a snicker managed to escape you. He wasn't wrong, those doors were freakishly huge, both in height and width.

Jabali went to comment on something else before he stopped, his eyes drifting over toward the new mirror chamber everyone had been led to. The doors were held open to accommodate the crowd, letting handfuls of students walk towards a mirror and get sucked into it, the glass rippling as if took wisps of bodies and left nothing in its wake.

"Savanaclaw House! This'll be your only way in and out of the dorm," the same hooded figure that led you all here called out. He had hopped up onto the lip of the mirror's decoration, using one of the rib-like sculptures as an armrest.

"Hurry up and get in! The faster you do, the faster you'll get to claim your rooms," he snickered before skipping ahead of the first dorm member and hopping into the mirror.

The prospect of first come first served seemed to spur on the first years, causing a near stampede of people trying to get into the mirror first. Nuru hooked an arm around your waist while Jabali did the same with Jabori, the two of them finding a single break in the crowd to get away, Nuru through flight, and Jabali through scaling one of the pillars by the wall.

Lucky for the four of you, the mirror seemed to accommodate more and more people as the crowd diminished. Perhaps through how many bodies reached a specific threshold, you thought. Regardless of the magical mechanics, it allowed Nuru and Jabali to let you and Jabori down after a few minutes.

"So many people," you grumbled under your breath, earning a quiet chuckle from Jabori. Nuru and Jabali nodded at your observation before the four of you hopped into the mirror yourselves.

Immediately, the four of you felt the familiar searing heat of the sun beating down on your skin. It almost felt like home if not for the increased heat coming from the fire serving as lights just outside the dorm's entrance.

Jabali and Nuru were the first to shrug off their robes, the former because he finally had enough of the stuffy fabric, and the latter because the heat was already starting to congregate around his feathers. You and Jabori followed suit, although the two of you merely hiked up your sleeves and flipped down your hoods.

Nuru shook out his wings and let out a soft grunt, one of his feathers falling into the sand beneath your feet. Turning to look over his shoulder, he shot the three of you a soft, almost comforting smile.

"Off we go, then," he hums, waving for you all to follow. If it were anyone else, you three probably would've found offense to a command as expectant as that. But it wasn't just anyone else. It was Nuru, the Guardian, and your dear friend.

The inside of Savanclaw was nothing really to marvel at like the rest of the school's campus. It wasn't cramped, per se, but it was quite a bit more tight than to your liking. Luckily, the walkway opened up the building quite a bit with the roped bridges connecting each floor.

Nuru scanned the room for a moment before his eyes landed on a room on the top floor, tucked all the way in the furthest corner. You figured everyone else left it since it was so far and their mentalities were focusing on that first come first served promise your leader from before declared.

Nuru unfurled his wings and shot up past the bridges, making a beeline towards the unoccupied room. He didn't have to go that fast, of course, considering only a few students were lingering in the walkways who sure as hell weren't planning on making the long walk up there.

Jabali seemed to share their sentiment considering his frustrated "Damn it, Nuru" muttered under his breath. A long, drawn-out sigh escaped his lips before he trudged up along the nearest bridge, his hands shoved in his pockets and his robe slung haphazardly over his shoulder.

You and Jabori took a more relaxed walk up behind him, appreciating the familiar decorations that reminded you of your hometown. Of course, that appreciation turned into apprehension at the thought of Mwezi Miji now being unguarded by the main four.

What if something happened? What if they had sent word of an all-out war between themselves and the Dens and you hadn't heard of it since you all were knocked out in coffins? What if they were all already--

"On your right," Nuru called to you from the doorway, his hand shooting out to grab your shoulder. Ah, you had gotten distracted. Nuru shot you a concerned glance, his brows furrowed in the same way they always were when you got stuck in your head before he ushered you into the room.

Jabali and Jabori had already claimed their beds on the left side of the room, Jabali near the door and Jabori near the window. This left the entire right side open for you and Nuru.

The winged beastman glanced over at you, patiently waiting for your next move. You caught his glance and mustered up a small smile before heading towards the bed closest to the door. Nuru subtly lit up at your decision, a little skip in his step as he moved towards the window.

You managed to hold back a snort at his hidden excitement. He always loved the window spot. Maybe it reminded him of when he was small enough to fit through them back home.

"So, what's up with you and that new first year, huh?" Ruggie huffed as he walked straight into Leona's room, leaning down to pick up a discarded shirt and dropping it in the laundry basket. "I've never seen you react that way other than with them."

"Watch your words, Ruggie," Leona growls from the bed, his head already buried in his pillow. His back was facing Ruggie who still stood in the doorway, but with the way his ears were perked up, it was fairly obvious that he wasn't even close to sleeping.

"My bad," Ruggie snicked in response, holding up his hands defensively. "But, seriously, who was that? Someone I need to watch the pockets of? I mean, who else would it be if not roy--"

"Out," Leona demanded, his hand latching onto his pillow and launching it backward at Ruggie, the soft fabric turning into dust and scattering across the floor as he muttered the incantation under his breath. Ruggie yelped and scampered out of the room, throwing the door closed behind him before he could see the pillow disintegrate into sand.

Leona took a single breath through his nose before slowly sitting up. He rubbed at his face before reaching over to the desk placed beside his bed, his fingers curling around the drawer's handle and pulling it open.

Underneath notebooks thrown carelessly inside lay a single photograph. It was small, yet free of any creases. He lifted the books off of it before slipping the photo out, nearly cradling it in his palm.

Back when he first found the photo tucked neatly in one of his notebooks, he grimaced. It was an annoying keepsake, one that only served to remind him of the bothersome family waiting for him back home. But now...

Now the sight of his little sibling smiling ever so brightly while his older brother screamed in the background about a bug in his hair brought the smallest twitch of a smile to his lips.

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[local-crying-boy]

Not me who made a Hadir Karim playlist because I couldn't find any and had to put matters into my own hands..

Playlist link for those who actually want to listen here

Not like it's a very long one or one that might be very connected to Hadir, just songs that make me think of him every time they start playing.

Here are the songs that are on the playlist:

1. waiting Room (Phoebe Bridgers)

“Know it’s for the better” He stole the gas and used it because he wanted Urzikstan to be free. And “Plus, I know whatever happened to me, I know it’s for the better” because let’s be honest he probably knew he was going to die at some point, and he knew that it most likely wasn’t going to be from natural causes, not with the war he grew up in.

2. Fool (Bôa)

“You and I, born as fools now.” I don’t know what it is about this line, but it hits and it makes me think of Hadir. Maybe because he used the gas, making Farah despise him. “You and I think, think we rule now” this mf became Commander at some point, which just ENRAGES Farah, no?

3. O Superman (Laurie Anderson)

Well, does this song need any explaining? I found this song on a Farah playlist (made by one of my favourite Tumblr accounts, hence me making a post about the Hadir playlist). So if this song makes me think of Farah, it immediately makes me think of Hadir.

4. Love and War (Fluerie)

Love and War, says it in the title, no? Plus, “the truth begins to show”? Him using the stolen gas to save Farah and Alex, but only killing the Russian army and some ULF soldiers (if I remember correctly). And don’t even get me started on “lover, hunter, friend and enemy, you will always be every one of these.” UGHHH it's such a good line and I think that it represents Hadir very well, maybe alongside Farah too.

5. In the house - In a Heartbeat (John Murphy)

Do I really need a reason for this song? It's so good and it makes me think of numerous edit ideas (despite the fact that I give up on editing the minute I open Capcut), just the vibe and sound reminds me of Hadir, makes me think of his whole character development, his story, ect:

6.Forest (Twenty One Pilots)

"The situation's becoming dire" The line makes me think of the moment when Hadir calls Alex to help him get the gas, making it be used and everything kicking off and him becoming the enemy. "And for some reason I smell gas on my hands" well, this needs no explanation. "This is not what I had planned" Although I think that Hadir knew that Farah would have gone against him the moment he decided to use the gas, I feel like he wouldn't expect her to basically turn on him so much that it seemed like she didn't love him anymore.

7.Army Dreamers (Kate Bush)

I think everyone can see why I put this song on here, not only because it is such an amazing song, but also because Hadir is obviously a solider. Also, I know the song's meaning is about a mother grieving her son dying because of war. HOWEVER, the song does heavily remind me of PTSD that soldiers suffer from (more so from the music video where all their eyes are wide, which kinda is like Shell Shock/PTSD), and I'm 100% certain that Hadir, like any other character is CoD, would suffer from some type of mental illness, or nightmares, or grief/guilt from being soldiers.

8. I know it's over (The Smiths)

The repeat phrase of 'Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head" just makes me think of how he died and, in my head, I have an image of him just dead and, well, we know his and Farah's parents are dead. I don't know how to explain it exactly, been staring at this paragraph trying to figure out what the hell I'm trying to say. But it just makes me think a lot of him and his mother, because I seriously get vibes from him that he was a mama's boy before she passed.

9. Advice (Alex G)

"The world is full of fishes, but I trust you" really makes me think of him and Farah, because the two of them would have had to relied on each other at a young age after their parents died and when they were building up ULF and during their time in prison. They would have had a lot of trust in one another, which makes sense with the amount of pure betrayal and rage we hear in Farah's voice when she finds out Hadir stole the gas and then used it. The two of them would have had such an almost unbreakable relationship, not only because they are siblings, they trusted one another and they went through so much, they would have HAD to have trusted each other.

10. Poison Tree (Grouper)

This song alone has so much emotion to it, it ALTERS my brain chemistry. I love this song, so it just meant I had to link it to one of my favourite characters. Which, therefore, means it has a place on the playlist.

11. The Hand that feeds (The Crane Wives)

This song screams Farah, but I feel like it could apply to both Hadir and Farah. Afterall, the both of them are doing a tiring job that is going to both mentally and physically drain them. It's dangerous and they know it. "My papa taught me how to growl, how to bear my teeth and growl", although in the scene where we see of kid Farah and Hadir, their father turns to Hadir and says to 'stay strong for Farah', this is probably one of the many reasons why he does so much for her, even if makes her fucking despise Hadir for what he's done.

12. I wait for you (Alex_g_offline)

"I wait for you" I don't know what is it about the repeated line that makes me think so much about Hadir, about his whole character, but for some reason it really does.

13. If we have each other (Alec Benjamin

The song that makes me, really, think of any two characters that are related. "So I'm thankful for my sister, even though sometimes we fight" the line is more so towards the usual sibling type fights that happens throughout with growing up with siblings, which would easily be able to apply to the two of them. However, it also makes me think about the fact that Hadir still loves Farah and calls her sister, even when she hates him. When he was dying, he even said to her that he still loves her even though she hates him now (something along those lines)

14.Where'd all the time go? (Dr. Dog)

"There ain't no way to sweep up the mess that we've made" I know it says 'we' but I think that Hadir regrets what he did, even if he believes that it helps winning against the Russian army, I don't think he likes that fact that Farah hates him over it and he knows that he can't do anything to fix that, to 'sweep up the mess'. There's no fixing that, there was no fixing that broken trust between them after that.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

I'm so close to killing the owner of Tumblr. I made a long ass post and I saved it and it didn't go through and I'm trying to contain my anger

Anyways the ask was about Michael having big older sibling reader (they were quiet, calm and kind) and then they died in any way I think is fit and reader was Michael's only hope and happiness and then years later Michael gets taken by the entity and finds reader like the spirit or something.

I think this is very interesting why not.

Dbd! Michael x older sibling! Reader.

Everyone knew who Michael Myers was obviously. But they never exactly knew who his oldest sibling was.

News spread that The Shape had killed everyone in his family except for one of his siblings. Some believed that they got burned to death by Michael although there wasn't any use or evidence of smoke or soot. Some believed they got buried underground but no signs of pre buried dirt or body in the ground. And the most popular belief was they were alive and working with michael as an accomplice.

But you and Michael know better than anyone that none of those are true. You don't help him. In fact he hates it when you try to. Changing your last name was the best thing you've done after that incident years ago.

You work to support both you and Michael. Especially Michael since he suddenly forgets the meaning of self care when you're not around you're the reason why he's always in great shape.

You don't mind your brother's unusual hobby. Maybe you were becoming like him too or maybe you know he couldn't control it and you had no problem with that. But either one doesn't change sibling love Michael has for you, it is as big as the huge pile of bodies he killed in the past. (it's alot)

Both of you weren't that different. You both were quiet and calm. But he definitely wasn't kind at all.

It isn't hard to read Michael when you've basically been looking and reading him when he was born. And he hates it but you know he actually really doesn't. But all of those weren't that important compared to as of right now.

Michael stood near at the crashed blaring alarming car with a body too shaped like yours, drowned in blood. Although a big fire was next to it with his trusty knife clutched in his hand so tightly it looked like it was going to shatter to pieces. He was overwhelmed with emotions. He composed himself and just went to take a closer look, he couldn't just assume it was you in the car crash who coincidentally crashed in front of him. Even though the car also looked identical to yours..

He's just going to check because his curiosity is scratching at his head like untrimmed cat's nails. And when his violent brain realises its not you he'll go back home and watch you as you cook for each other's food as usual.

....

This isn't right.

Why does this person look like you?

He was frozen in place for the first time in his life he felt as if he couldn't do anything. You were always helping and aiding him no? You were the opposite of him, he just destroyed and killed. What was he going to do now? Healing wasn't his kind of thing oh fuck what is he going to do?

Soon the sound of siren and people shouting caught his attention. He was confused and anxious and did the only thing he knew what to do when he did. Kill.

The police and firemen stopped in their tracks slowly realising who they were seeing. They immediately got ready to attack the man. Damn Michael... Must've killed the poor person there.

But they only had a few seconds to comprehend wha was happening. One of them were.. On the ground? And an excruciating pain as more bodies make awful squelching noises as ones body feels more and more heavier.

Michael he... Must get home now. You must be waiting for him as the food is getting cold.

Weird. He was already home. That was quick. But where are you? You're supposed to be sitting in a chair as the dim light above you revealing what you have cooked and telling him "oh Michael you're back, I was waiting for you for so long. Your food is getting cold..!" where the fuck were you?

He stood still for a few more minutes he wasn't even sure if he was thinking.

And then the TV next to him turned on. The words coming out of the reporters words made him want to strangle her to death right then and there.

"as of right now multiple police officers are gathering here as it was claimed that The Boogie man had taken the life of Y/N L/N who was driving an....."

L/n... That was the fake name you legally used. it had to be a coincidence. But why was he feeling so... Sad? Sad? He was feeling sad? Instead of anger or bloodlust he was feeling sad?

Michael didn't like this feeling at all. You were always there to tell him what to do other than kill when he was feeling all kinds of emotions but you weren't here to tell him what to do now. So he had no choice but to kill. It wasn't even Halloween yet but damn the feeling was strong..

No one had known why but September 19 1979 was when Michael Myers had unpredictably struck and became one of the biggest killing spree by Michael yet.

It was later revealed that the person who died in the car crash was surprisingly related to Michael Myers. This new information had now led people to believe that Michael's sibling was indeed an accomplice for him but he no longer found them useful and therefore murdered them and went mad.

Michael wanted to display every single one of these air headed piece of shit's guts in their family's homes. But he was too busy dealing with the new unsettling emptiness inside the home you both lived in. He may go kill again. And again. And again. Just so he doesn't have to hear the annoying agitating skin crawling quietness that made the blood flowing through his ears audible.

It had been a few years. Maybe 3 or 6 he doesn't know. But one thing Michael does know is that he's now a complete mess. It was pretty obvious, his mask dirtied and scratched. His clothes were messy and untidy, his knife was rusty and had dried blood on it.

Now it was October 19. 19th being the day you died and his birth day and month. His Halloween was ruined when he was younger and now you died on his goddamn birth day. God how more unlucky can he be.

Now he was chasing after laurie yet again. But then his vision turned black and it felt as if he dropped to the ground but was somehow laying on his back.

And he opened his eyes and saw peculiar people...

It was a few minutes of a man with a ghost like mask talking his ass off to Michael who wasn't even listening and thinking about how he was so close to getting laurie (I know that ghostface didn't exist before Michael but I don't play dbd and I don't know much about it. </3)

Untill he said something along the lines of- "oh and there's this creepy, quiet but cute ghost named Y/n L/n."

Michael's neck snapped to look at what he thinks is called ghostface, Michael asked himself if he heard that right.

This caught the attention of ghostface as well as the others.

"oh, someone caught your eye I see? I mean I guess it makes sense. They're creepy and quiet like you." ghostface teased.

Michael stood up next to ghostface. Indicating that he wants to know where this person is, now.

"woah, calm down dude! You just heard of them. To be honest I didn't think you were gonna be like this, I thought you wouldn't c-"

Ghostface word's were cut short by The Shape strangling him. Ghostface was struggling to talk, panic visible in his body language. This alerted most of the killers.

"okay, I'll tell you!" and with that Michael had dropped the poor man. And had silently forced ghostface to lead the way.

"that bitch crazy..." Freddy the burnt man whispered to Frank the one with a neck tattoo and a smiley face drawn on his mask who only nodded hoping the blue suited man didn't hear them.

20 minutes later deep into the woods, ghostface has thought of talking to Michael more about the person who seemed to have completely captivated Michael.

"so about the person..." he starts and the man next to him doesn't react. Ghostface takes it as a sign to keep talking about them.

"they don't really talk much but they're kind and all that, but every October 19 and 31st they get all sad and moody and goes somewhere secluded. They once said something about their brother."

And with that Michael starts power walking to the direction they were heading and ghostface yells at him to calm down.

Michael didn't even need to hear your voice or see your face to confirm it was really you on the river nearby.

Here's a lovely clift hanger since I think my vocabulary is slipping off and I have to gain my rich words again. And I think this was going too long omg.

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

The Berzatto's Emotional Growth

What's with the tears and The Berzattos?

This is my further elaboration on these previous posts of mine:

Now I wanna broaden my perspective. I wanna talk about all of THE BERZATTOS as a system, not just focus on Carmy.

Richie

I consider Cousin a Berzatto. Richard Lawrence Jerimovich Berzatto didn't cry either when he was brokenhearted. This is Cousin at his BFF's funeral. Not a tear. He was so broken he couldn't even cry about it.

03x01 | Tomorrow | The Bear

Carmy

Just like someone I know...

03x01 | Tomorrow | The Bear

Richie did shed some tears with Carmy though, a few months later, in the car, when Carmy bailed him out, but those were gratitude tears, not the other kind:

Donna

Donna cries as a manipulation tactic.

02x06 | Fishes | The Bear

Well, actually not anymore:

03x08 | Ice Chips | The Bear

Michael didn't cry either, not with tears anyway... Mikey kept it all inside and tried to numb himself by popping pills, till he erupted like a volcano, and we all know how that ended up... but his tears remained unshed, even when he cried and his eyes were obviously teary. That means he didn't allow himself to take it that deep, he actually slapped himself to snap out of it when he felt the tears coming:

02x06 | Fishes | The Bear

Natalie

Sugar is different. She is light years ahead of them in terms of emotional development.

01x01 | System | The Bear - 03x01 | Tomorrow | The Bear

Back to Carmy Sydcarmy & Richie

Now that Carmy has learned to cry like a man, I know for a fact he will break free from this toxic cycle that represented him not leading with his heart, he's on the mend, just like Richie. Although Richie is more emotionally mature because he is growing and really trying, to be a better father for Eva.

03x04 | Violet | The Bear

What's next? Where is this going?

S4 will show us how this emotional growth that all the Berzattos have undergone in these last 3 seasons will really affect them. It's totally realistic that it didn't happen overnight and that it will continue. I wish the best for all of them of course, however, my MAIN GOAL is to determine when and how the Sydcarmy dish I have been waiting for for sooooo long will be served. And quite frankly, it is looking good to me, because all those blockages that Carmy had, like:

Seem to be in the process to no longer be an impediment for Sydcarmy to FINALLY happen, they are all on the mend, they have hit rock bottom in a lot of aspects and they will have to change, but no one can do all of that alone, so it's important that they all seem to be pretty much on the same page.

Like I said back in May, if it's not perfect, it doesn't go out:

Bonus track: Sydney Adamu. Syd will be is a Berzatto, as I mentioned before ↓

There's another post Tumblr is not letting me add where I show exactly when Syd entered the Berzatto clan back in S2, it's called "Syd has been part of the Family since Bolognese 02x08, which means the agreement is just a formality" and it's under my #gingerpovs tag

And this is her emotional growth's arc, which mirrors Carmy's

Remember to follow my tag #Gingerpovs 💋

[aparticularbandit]

Okay - this episode clarifies a few things for me in terms of ongoing theories:

Rio confirms that Teen isn't Nicholas. Which makes it clearer to me that he's Billy.

The question for me is then back to who placed the sigil? If Nicholas, then Agatha doing it makes sense, especially given that she said even the caster would forget. Agatha clearly has started to think Teen is Nicholas, which makes it sound like she doesn't know what happened to him either.

That said, Agatha could have brought Nicholas back and put the sigil over him so that witches - including Rio - couldn't find him. Rio might be saying Nicholas isn't hers because Nicholas is supposed to be dead, and thus belong to her.

Which fits with what Rio said about her scar and with Agatha's comment about Rio back in episode 1 - it's entirely possible that Rio cannot kill anyone, but only shows up as a harbinger of death or as the result of death (see how she came from Sharon's grave and not their conjuring space - even though we would suspect Sharon wasn't a witch herself). As a result, I think Rio was talking about taking Nicholas from Agatha and how that hurt her.

This also fits with the other theory (not mine) that Rio IS Death. I don't think Rio is Death exactly; her name is a reference to the river of life, and she's THE green witch - I think she's Life, which is why she shows up when it ends, taking those lives back into her. Which makes sense with how souls can be moved from one place to another - Billy Maximoff is now Billy Kaplan sort of thing.

Although I will find it HILARIOUS if Agatha Harkness is in love with Death, when that's supposed to be Thanos's whole Schick.

(It's so much more fun to think that Agatha is in love with Life, but that Life follows her everywhere because no matter where Agatha goes, everyone she loves dies. There's a Tumblr comic I'm thinking of where Death and Life are in love and Life keeps sending presents to Death but Death never sends anything back. Anyway.)

Lilia is DEFINITELY channeling things when she speaks - but I'm not sure they're from— hm.

During the episode itself, I thought her comment re: Alice confirmed that they couldn't be quotes from Agatha's past travel - or any past travel - but that also sounds like something Alice's mom might say. SO they might be hearing something other travelers said while they traveled the Road, or it might be as previously theorized: they might be hearing stuff that they'll say later.

The other witch who made it to the end of the Road with Agatha was either Rio or Nicholas.

Most likely Rio because Nicholas was probably dead, see further up.

...I will process and post more later. Because Inside Out 2 right now. (My first time seeing it, so no spoilers!)

[katvenus]

So yesterday, July 27th 2024, I had this random urge of downloading tumblr, rediscovering my account. Since I didn't even remember I had an account, I had to request a new password, leading me to my old hotmail outlook so I could change it. To my surprise I found not 1, but 2 emails from Tumblr; a recent one requesting the password change and one sent earlier at 15:27 stating: "PANDORA turns 12 years old today!".

At first glance I was confused since I knew "Pandora" was the name I gave to my alter ego when I was a teen, but I didn't remember anything about this old tumblr account of mine, at all.

Apparently, part of me (Pandora, perhaps?) did remember though, since I just happened to log back into my dead tumblr exactly on its 12th anniversary, unbeknownst to me, and stumbled upon my old posts, pictures, scattered thoughts, narrow interests of that time... and upon the "#2014 revival" hashtags and blogs, which has surprisingly awakened a spark of nostalgia to my 2014 days...

I never really used tumblr that much even back then (as you can see if you look through my blog) and I highly doubt anyone will read this, but I thought stumbling upon my old blog on its anniversary and revisiting the sh*tposting of my younger self seemed like such a fated thing that I've decided it was worth writing about it and the feelings and thoughts it has evoked in me so that when 12 years from now I remember tumblr again I get to see a glimpse of yet another version of myself through the years.

Although I am a completely different person now (or perhaps, just a different version of the same person) and everything has changed so much, inside and out, I think I'm finally able of doing what 2014 me couldn't do and reconcile all parts of me, both good and bad, dark, light and even grey, and leave this blog up just as it was, even though I don't relate to past me anymore, because I guess she's still part of me somehow and I'm not ashamed of her the way she used to be.

And maybe even... with this whole 2014 nostalgia, looking back at my own picture and remembering those times... I might as well try to relive the blog to further feed into the nostalgia. Oh, to be 16 again, listening to the Arctic Monkeys and taking soft grunge/tumblr aesthetic photos as I changed my hair color every other week... Such a time of my life I truly thought I would never really miss but I guess it's already been long enough by now that it is worth the nostalgia!

[paradoxcase]

Chapter 32 and Epilogue of Nona the Ninth

(Sorry for the delay, I went to California to attend my cousin's wedding over the weekend, and didn't really have time for writing lengthy tumblr posts.)

The chapter picture is the unlocked Tomb - no need to guess why

I know what she means, and it's a good mental image, but I can't get over the fact that I'm pretty sure that neither Alecto, nor Harrow, nor Gideon ever had the experience of riding a bicycle, and Nona didn't have one on New Rho either

She's so relieved that she won't leave her body to Naberius when she dies, haha

I mean, with the relationship you two have... she probably does, at least to a certain extent

I mean, Gideon becomes attached to literally anyone who treats her decently because of her childhood trauma, so this isn't surprising for her, but I'm a little surprised on Ianthe's part. Although, you know... Ianthe also grew up being the twin that everyone considered less pretty and less talented and less worthy, and she wasn't exactly treated with respect or affection by the other Lyctors or John, so maybe once she figured out how easy it was to gain Gideon's friendship and maybe decided that Gideon wasn't her romantic rival she went in for it, too. I could see Gideon doing something goofy like friendship bracelets

I think it's fascinating how obsessed with Harrow Ianthe is, but at the same time she doesn't actually know anything about what Harrow actually wants. And I guess Gideon never mentioned Harrow opening the Tomb herself to her? Or Harrow telling her that she wanted to see the body wake up? She doesn't mention it here, either, so possibly she's specifically keeping Harrow's secrets from Ianthe because she knows Harrow wouldn't like them to be told

This doesn't make any sense at all. Like I said previously, if John wanted to go to the Tomb and open it and wake up Alecto, he could have gone to the Ninth whenever he wanted to. Even if he was too busy getting drunk and boinking Cohort officers, he could have sent Gideon over there in a shuttle at any point. Like, it wouldn't have worked without Nona, but literally no one including the people who lived with Nona realized she was Alecto until quite recently (except for maybe Corona, who told Nona that she knew who she was, but who knows if she was actually correct). A plan to send Gideon to New Rho, a planet that's about to be eaten by a resurrection beast in the hopes that she would get captured by BOE and brought to the Tomb is just a fantastically dumb plan for someone who has the power to be anywhere in the universe in a short amount of time, and it also relied on Ianthe not interfering, which was never going to happen. But if this is something like, John mentioned something at some point and Gideon got the mistaken idea from that that she could kill Alecto and become John's cavalier, and then Gideon made this plan on her own, that might make more sense. Ianthe later guesses this is about Harrow, which I could believe, except that just like everyone else in this book, Gideon had no idea that Nona was Alecto or that Harrow was in Alecto's body when she first met them and declared that she was coming to open the Tomb. She didn't even know that Nona was dying at that point. I'm sure she mostly wants to save Harrow now, but that couldn't have been her original reason for coming here

Oh come on, Ianthe, you were totally going "gross, old people making out" in the last book. One of the old people was even John!

Is John actually more powerful if Alecto isn't in a coma? That's an interesting question that I think hasn't been answered yet, but I also am not sure Ianthe is really in a position to know the answer to it, either

People do, in fact, have to breathe in order to make pulmonic speech sounds, dude, when people take big breaths in order to say something or in preparation for singing it's not because they need more oxygen

The Herald bullets make another appearance! And also, Pyrrha was plotting to kill John even back when G1deon was alive, I think this makes me believe that Pyrrha does remember what happened before the Resurrection much more so than her offhand comment about disco

Yeah, I know where that's from. But this is kind of weird, since it's making an analogy of John being Jesus and Alecto being God, whereas previously it's been all about Gideon being Jesus and John being God. But I guess Christianity is canonically pretty confused about whether Jesus and God are the same person so

Who is this? Who's saying this? The only person who remotely makes sense is Ianthe, but she's back outside the Tomb being disabled by a Herald bullet

She came back with the news that her father was God himself, and it didn't make a difference in how Crux treated her, and she killed her biggest enemy, her principal abuser, and it didn't feel like a satisfying end to her story or the triumph over evil that she expected it would be as a child. I'm guessing when they eventually kill John it's also not going to be a satisfying triumph over evil

This whole chronology of how John tricked her into getting locked in the Tomb is really chilling, and I'm sure there's probably like a bunch of references to Judas in here that I'm missing. And of course he made a salt water pool, if there's anything at all we learned about her from this book, it's that she loves salt water. He lied to his Lyctors about who she was, he lied about having killed her, and he lied to her to lock her away

So Anastasia did lock herself up in the Tomb, and Mayonnaise Uncle was incorrect that the Ninth House didn't follow John's instructions on that. Presumably she just also had procreated before doing that and had some child outside the Tomb at that point

I'm not sure what Alecto's relationship was with Anastasia. Here it sounds like Anastasia was left there by John to stop her from getting out of the Tomb again, but in the epilogue she seems to be saying that she owes Anastasia a favor?

Hello, @wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess!

The epilogue is written in the kind of English that the bible is written in, and honestly my first thought was "the Earth is a lot older than KJV English" but on second take it really does work, especially with the themes of this story. Is the whole of Alecto the Ninth going to be written like this? Because that probably goes a long way to explaining why it's apparently taking so long to write it, if Muir is having to write it in a language that no one actually speaks anymore, that would be really difficult to edit, and I already found several errors just in this epilogue. What's interesting is that the other characters' dialog is also translated here, which you wouldn't normally do even for the sake of POV

This is the most perfect use of that meme that has ever existed, it honestly goes so much harder in this archaic English than it does with the uwuspeak. I feel like this meme has now served its highest purpose, it can go retire on a farm upstate now

I guess this refers to the zombies? I'm not sure if "all their sleep was perished with a noise" means that she actually did something to kill the zombies or if she just made a loud resurrection beast sound

This is not correct usage of my/mine and thy/thine. They are like a/an, "mine" and "thine" precede vowel sounds any "my" and "thy" precede consonant sounds. Although, I'm going to be honest that the only reason I know this is because the cantor at the synagogue I grew up at turned the English translation of the Shema into an actually fairly nice song and sang it with full instrumental accompaniment at every Friday night service and I was forced to go to all of them, so it's a bit burned into my memory (dare I say that these words are upon my heart) and there's a couple verses in there that exactly show how to use these words:

8 And thou shalt bind them for a sign upon thy hand, and they shall be for frontlets between thine eyes. 9 And thou shalt write them upon the door-posts of thy house, and upon thy gates.

and since it literally says "thine eyes" in there, I read "thy eyes" and was immediately like, nope, that's wrong, and so is "mine whole soul" and "mine whole strength", which is odd, since "with mine whole soul and with mine whole strength" almost strikes me as a specific reference to the Shema, which also has the verse "And thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might."

(These words have not been written upon the door-posts of my house for like two decades now, whoops)

I wonder what vow she swore to Anastasia and why, especially if Anastasia was left behind to guard her prison? Anyway, this is an interesting development, and I'm curious where it goes. Also, it's interesting that we've switched to formal "you" instead of informal "thou", I assume that's on purpose. I also note that in the earlier Harrow/Ianthe conversation, Harrow is using "you" for Ianthe while Ianthe is using "thou" for Harrow, which reminds me of when Tolkien did that with the conversation between Aragorn and Eowyn where he is rejecting her

But now here we have Alecto randomly switching to refer to Harrow and Gideon as "it" despite the fact that she's been referring to both Harrow and Ianthe as "she" during the rest of this epilogue. So I still have no idea what Alecto's understanding of gender and pronouns is

I'm not sure if this is saying that John and the Mithraeum are actually on Pluto now, or if Alecto traveled through the River to wherever they actually are

There's some questions that still haven't been resolved:

Does killing Alecto actually kill John, or just make him mortal?

Is Alecto telepathic?

How well does Alecto remember her time with Camilla and Palamedes and Pyrrha? Does she remember the free mustache rides shirt?

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Vincent buys a really expensive horse he can’t quite ride…maybe he can sort of ride but this horse is too spirited for him, or maybe he’s never actually ridden and thinks it looks easier than it actually is. Maybe he has a really fancy competitive riding outfit that he puts on for his first ride. The horse dumps his ass and Chidi naturally has to pick him up and comfort him. Probably Chidi would want to shoot the horse right there, not because he’s an awful guy who hates animals or anything, but just because it hurt Vincent. (Vincent stops him though!) Maybe then he decides to get actual riding lessons, or hire a professional rider for the horse, or something.

Aaaaaaaa I really love this ask, thank you anon!!! I went with the idea that this horse is too spirited. Of course he’d think that he has what it takes to tame a horse like that even when he doesn’t. And I headcanon that animals are initially quite suspicious of him because he's not good at taking their feelings into account and tends to do things that leaves a bad first impression. The yak and Dog in Beyond Judgement were both that way. So an already free-spirited horse could definitely be spooked by Vincent...although I think they would form a deep bond in the end ^_^

-⚜- Pure of Heart -⚜-

TW: threatened animal death (but it doesn't happen), possible concussion

Disclaimer: I don't ride horses so this is just based on what I've been told by a family member who does ride.

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“They call her ‘Golden Unicorn.’ That’s ‘Licorne Dorée’ for you, I believe.” The trader ran a hand along the shimmering, silky neck of his latest offering for the Marquis de Gramont. She looked truly metallic, glittering almost as much as his suit. “’Course, the horn is an accessory added by our effects artists. But she does have quite a prominent forehead, almost a vestigial horn if you use your imagination.”

The Marquis smiled, humoring him, though he was genuinely intrigued. “A cute touch. What is she really?”

“An Akhal-teke. One of the shiniest of all horse breeds, and she’s the daughter of two winning show horses. Her pedigree goes back five generations, in fact.” He handed over a certificate boasting of a long line of dressage winners on both the father and mother’s lineage. “Her sister is showing next week before Queen Elizabeth.”

He glanced up from the paper, suspicious of a deal too good to be true. “Why is this one for sale, then?”

“Well…” the trader chuckled nervously. “She lives up to her name, you see. I’m sure you’ve heard myths about the free-spirited unicorn? Won’t let anyone but the pure of heart ride her?”

Ah. So that explained the charade with the horn. Though he had to admit, it was working on him. “You’re saying she’s green-broke.”

“…That’s…about right.” So not even fully green-broke, then.

The Marquis eyed the animal, who seemed to feel his gaze. She tossed her head against the lead rope. Even beneath the trader’s familiar hand, her muscles were trembling. “I’ve broken a horse before.”

The trader sighed dramatically. “Not like this one. I’ll be honest with you, Marquis, for liability’s sake: she may be a five-year-old mare but she acts like a two-year-old intact stallion. And she’s nervous as hell. I know what she could be, with the right training – you’ve seen how gracefully she moves. But it takes a very special touch to even get into the saddle with this one.” In a silent challenge, his eyes lingered meaningfully on Vincent’s horse show awards lining the far wall of the stable. Are you that special?

Vincent knew exactly what this man was doing, but he was already too sold to care. “I’ll take her.”

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“En êtes-vous sûr, monsieur? Il serait peut-être plus sûr de demander à l'un de vos entraîneurs de la tester d'abord. [Are you sure about this, sir? It might be safer to get one of your trainers to test ride her first.]” Chidi was tightening the chinstrap of his master’s riding helmet, inlaid with gold pinstripes under the clearcoat. He was in one of his finer outfits, with polished black boots trimmed in gold, spotless white chaps, white gloves, and a black, double-breasted coat.

“Je peux la gérer. [I can handle her.]” Chidi knew better than to say anything further, and Vincent strode confidently towards his “Licorne,” who waited in the corral, already saddled and held in place by a stable hand. It was a perfect day for riding, with the late morning sun casting sheens across her withers and a light breeze lifting her mane. She was really an elegant thing. Even as she took two hasty steps back from him, there was a dancerly quality to the motion. Vincent admired her for a long moment and finally deigned to stretch out a gloved hand to her nose in a gesture of goodwill.

If he had expected her to be instantly soothed by his presence as she had never been for anyone else (which was in fact exactly what he had expected), he was to be disappointed. She shied away again and only allowed herself to be touched when she realized she was at the end of her lead rope. But god, she was soft as silk. Up close, she was an unearthly, angelic conglomeration of velvet wrinkles, soft pink nostrils in a complexity of folds and fine eyelashes spraying as starbursts from those cold yet honeyed eyes that regarded him so suspiciously. He trailed his hand down her cheek and then her neck as he made his way to the saddle, over delicate veins and twitching muscles, enjoying the texture.

She realized how close he was getting to the saddle and flattened her ears. He mounted anyway. She stumbled forward and backward, uneasy, while he “woa-ed” for her to stop.

He couldn’t deny at this point that she disliked him, and it irritated him a little. “Pourquoi tu ne me fais pas confiance, hmm ? Ne suis-je pas « pur de cœur » ? Je ne t'ai rien fait. [Why don’t you trust me, hmm? Am I not ‘pure of heart’? I haven’t done anything to you.]” As if in answer, she snorted, but even that was done delicately. “Vos formateurs ont-ils parlé français avec vous? [Did your trainers speak French with you?]”

The stable hand answered for her. “Les papiers indiquaient qu'elle avait été formée en anglais, monsieur. [The paperwork said she was trained in English, sir.]”

“Ah, c'est ça le problème alors. Eh bien, elle saura ce que cela signifie. [Ah, that’s the problem then. Well, she’ll know what this means.]” And he clicked his tongue at her to begin walking.

She set off around the perimeter of the fence, but her eyes were wide and her ears were still down. Chidi was watching from the gate, completely tense. Vincent couldn’t understand why he was being so uptight about this. “Tu vois, Chidi? Elle m'aime bien. [You see, Chidi? She likes me.]”

He clicked again and squeezed at her sides, urging her into a trot.

That was all it took. She’d had it, and bucked. Vincent dug in stubbornly – he had indeed broken horses before, and he knew how to hang on – but she was of another sort entirely. She did a kind of sideways leap, at once violent and fluid in its motion, and he felt the sharp rush of air from his lungs as the ground knocked the wind from him. It didn’t seem possible to get air back inside his body, and only after a moment of gasping did he register intense pain in his head. Licorne, meanwhile, was making screeching, wild whinnies, and he could tell by the sound that she was running circles around the corral in search of escape.

Her commotion was matched only by Chidi. He had rushed into the corral immediately, ignoring the danger she posed, and pulled Vincent into his lap, cradling his head. “Marquis! Es-tu blessé? [Marquis! Are you hurt?]”

“…Je ne sais pas. […I don’t know.]” He felt terribly dazed. He should be protesting, but instead he found himself leaning into Chidi’s shoulder as he was lifted and carried out through the gate, the stable hand making way for them. Chidi sat him gently onto a bench and started shouting at the stable hand to get a doctor.

“Je vais bien. Je vais bien, j'ai juste besoin d'air… [I’m alright. I’m alright, I just need air…]” Oh. He seemed to be hugging Chidi rather desperately. At least the man was hugging him back, thank goodness for that.

Chidi, for his part, was fuming. The second that Vincent’s grip started to loosen, he was on his feet with his gun drawn on the horse, over the fence. She seemed to sense what that meant and reared in panic.

“NON! Ne le faites pas! [NO! Don’t!]” Vincent came between them in an instant.

“Cet animal est dangereux, monsieur. Ça t'a fait mal. Il faut qu'il meure. [This animal is dangerous, sir. It hurt you. It needs to die.]”

“Ne lui tirez pas dessus ! Elle me fera confiance, je sais qu'elle le fera… [Don’t shoot her! She’ll trust me, I know she will…]”

Chidi reluctantly lowered his gun and moved to steady Vincent instead, who had stood up much too quickly after all that. He leaned back against the fence, deflated and holding onto Chidi’s hand. “Ce n'est pas sa faute. C'est tellement frustrant… les animaux ne m'aiment jamais, Chidi. Je ne comprends pas pourquoi. [It’s not her fault. It’s just so frustrating…animals never like me, Chidi. I don’t understand why.]”

“Vos autres chevaux vous aiment très bien, monsieur. Je pense qu'il y a quelque chose qui ne va pas avec celui-ci. [Your other horses like you just fine, sir. I think there’s something wrong with this one.]”

“Non,” he said quietly. “Finalement, ils le font, mais ils mettent toujours plus de temps à me faire confiance qu'à quiconque. [Eventually they do, but they always take longer to trust me than anyone else.]” He pulled off his helmet and rubbed at his head, wondering if he had a concussion. He wished he didn’t feel so much like crying all of a sudden, all over being thrown from some stupid horse.

But Chidi was looking at something behind him.

He glanced behind him to see that Licorne Dorée had approached the fence. She was sniffing cautiously at his shoulder, as if in apology.

“Ne bouge pas, Chidi. [Don’t move, Chidi],” he whispered. “Peut-être que si nous ne lui faisons pas peur... [Maybe if we don’t scare her…]” Neither of them moved at all until, very slowly, Vincent opened his hand for her to sniff. This time, she nuzzled into it, and let Vincent start stroking the bridge of her nose. His heart absolutely melted. “Tellement adorable, regarde ça. Quel bon cheval. [So adorable, look at this. What a good horse.]”

Chidi smiled at the pair of them, finally relaxing. “Elle a dû te voir me rabaisser. [She must have seen you talk me down.]”

“Fille intelligente. Elle sait que dans ce monde, on ne peut vraiment faire confiance qu’à ceux qui sont allés jusqu’à nous sauver de la mort. [Clever girl. She knows that in this world, only those who’ve gone as far as saving us from death can truly be trusted.]” He looked at Chidi meaningfully, and saw the same knowing tenderness answering his own.

“Pensez-vous que j'ai le cœur pur, Chidi? [Do you think I am pure of heart, Chidi?]” His tone was playful, but he still felt something sorrowful nagging at him from within.

“Oui Monsieur. Pure quoi, je ne sais pas, mais je n’ai jamais rencontré quelqu’un d’aussi pur que toi. [Yes, sir. Pure what, I don’t know, but I’ve never met anyone as pure as you.]” Licorne Dorée nosed at his cheek, and if she was trying to cheer him up, it worked. He knew then that he was going to love this horse…whether he ever rode her or not.

[akookminsupporter]

Unrelated to anything just late night thoughts. I’ve been into bts for a while now, and it has always been about them for me. Obviously while watching their content I’ve gotten to know more about their culture and stuff, but I’ve never really delved further into the Korean culture nor the k-pop world, something that now I wish I had since I think it makes you look at things differently and more clearly. I mean, the k-pop world is as fucked up as any other music industry in any other country, even if it doesn’t seem like it at first glance, which makes me appreciate bts even more for whom they’ve come to be in an industry that’s very… constructed and harsh (to put it nicely). And not only that, but also for the fact that it’s thanks to them and other artists like them that the new generation of groups Can more easily navigate that world and be more open/honest, with themselves and with their fans (to some extent). These thoughts honestly came to me as a chain of events. I had just finished the Netflix show “Beef” (watch it if you haven’t is really good), and one of the main characters is a Korean male, and in one of the episodes there’s a suicide reference, and after finishing the series I don’t know why I wanted to check what was the suicide rate in Korea and oh boy… I wasn’t expecting it to be so bad but honestly I’m not that surprised either. But again, these are the things you don’t see when you just focus on the good stuff I guess. When looking at the suicide data I came across some idol suicides and I… it just really got to me. I mean, I was just watching a Jimin v-log from 2018 when he was reflecting about losing himself, the members having all their own issues and some feelings of the band loosing their focus — a v-log uploaded just a couple of months after Shinee member Jonghyun had committed suicide, an event that I know/feel that had some sort of effect on the band too. The stuff that happens around us, in our environment and in our social groups, even if these aren’t things directly linked to us, they can affect us, and the boys aren’t the exemption of that. I know the boys have said in the past that they try to show us their good parts, because they want to make us happy, and even though I appreciate that, I really wish and hope they aren’t suffering too much in silence. There is too much hate in this world, and there is too much hate online. Too much unnecessary shit honestly. All that mess and hate about fandoms is just ridiculous and harmful, specially if you don’t know what a person is going through behind their public image. And coming here to tumblr and seeing the back and forth between accounts is also so pointless. I know this post is all over the place but I guess that’s exactly how I was feeling rn and I just wanted to let it out. We need more love and understanding in this world. Wish you and your fam are doing fine Rosie 🫰🏼.

Although I usually answer the Asks I receive almost immediately, those that I want to post, of course, sometimes there are some that, although I know I want to post or answer, I don't do it immediately. Sometimes because I want to take some time to be able to answer correctly, other times I don't do it because, although I know what I want to say, I don't know how to organise it or translate it into English. I struggle a lot of times. This was one of those Asks.

When I read it for the first time I was answering or giving my opinion about each line written, but I was doing it in Spanish and I couldn't translate it correctly into English so I said, I'll post it later. The truth is that I really forgot what the ask said, but I knew I wanted to post it and I decided to do it now; when I reread it I stopped for a few seconds because the Ask is almost perfect for a day like today, after the news about Moonbin.

Korean society is particular, we could say, but it is too demanding, ruthless almost. The kpop industry is even more so. And I think as certain groups break barriers outside of Korea, the pressure on others increases as if the pressure isn't high enough already. One of the things I appreciate about bts and their agency is that they seem to have always had a certain freedom to express themselves in their music. Many of their songs are critical of the society they live in, about self-love, sadness and so on. Yoongi, for example, has always been a bit more open about those kinds of issues, but not everyone has that luxury.

The kpop community in general is toxic. They see these artists as machines, as puppets almost, who have to act the way they want to perform. And it's not easy. In a way, the human part of the Idol is lost or in some cases seems to be lost.

With the boom in the consumption of everything that has to do with Korea, the other side of that country has also come to light. Of that society. Of that industry. It's almost too easy to find Koreans on social media saying everything is not like kdramas and that living in Korea is hard. The standards of everything are very high. Many people who have decided to move there because they bought into the "illusion" have found it to be the worst.

And as far as I know, it's not just the entertainment industry. Normal life is difficult. The academic pressure on all young people in Korea is high. Depressing. Extremely demanding. The same goes for work and social pressure. That's why suicide rates are so high. And the fact that it's such a conservative society doesn't allow anything to be done to change a bit. Mental health is taboo in Korea, much more so than in other countries, I think. Or at least that's what I've read. And it's horrible.

Social media or the internet really is perhaps one of the worst double-edged weapons that humans have created. The anonymity that many sites or apps allow has given certain "internet warriors" the power to spread hate. With virtually no consequences. And it is sad and frightening. The smarter or more advanced our electronic devices become, the more dehumanised we become. Empathy and respect are rare traits these days.

I think the least we could do as human beings is to respect more but nowadays doing the simplest things has become the most difficult things ever.

[a-trans-werewolf-in-london]

˚☽˚｡⋆𓃦 ˚☽˚｡⋆A Trans WereWolf In London˚☽˚｡⋆𓃦 ˚☽˚｡⋆ ˚☽˚｡⋆𓃦 ˚☽˚｡⋆Intro post˚☽˚｡⋆𓃦 ˚☽˚｡⋆ Hello there! I'm A trans Werewolf in London and you can refer to me as either Charlie or Dan (Reasonings in a sec) and this is My sideblog to posting things Canine related! Lets get started on what you all need to know about me then :3

⋆˚🐾˖°⋆˚🐾˖°⋆˚🐾˖°Key Information⋆˚🐾˖°⋆˚🐾˖°⋆˚🐾˖° -my name is Charlie/Dan, If you know me personally or follow this blog from Therian Guide I heavily advise you use these names going forward. I prefer to use these names to keep myself Anonymous from those who could know me, as I know that they are Tumblr. - I have to admit, both of these names have different Origins for me: Charlie is purely because of the Character from heartstopper, Its a piece of fiction I actively like. I chose Dan for my other name as it is the name for my werewolf oc (He's also technically alterhuman). I'm planning on doing some writing exercises on my writing account @seraphimsrevenge using him to create body horror through physical transformation.

-I use He/They/It/Xe pronouns, but if thats too difficult He/Him will do well enough on me. I am Currently reworking on a pronouns page so that I can delve into specifics but thats not done yet. -I should note that I am 16, so if you have minors DNI in your bio you shouldnt really be following me (This has happened before somehow) -Another thing I should note, is that I am autistic and have suspected ADHD and Dyslexia, I'm sometimes not good with English so I hope that you can bear with me as I struggle to spell. I should also note again that I'd prefer it if people were to use Tone Indicators around me the next section is going to be focusing on my identity as an Alterhuman.

𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦My Alterhuman Identity𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦 Like I have stated I am part of the Alterhuman community, I personally believe that I am a therian. I awakened around early April (if I remember correctly) during a bad spot in my life, this bad spot I hence believe led to my awakening as a way to potentially have some calm in my life in a way. Around this time I would begin to experience multiple dream shifts, At first I saw a figure that I thought was a Labrador, but I have my doubts now, the figure is now more canine like and as much as I do want to find the specific species, I am content with just being a Canine. The only features I can remember exactly is the black fur, and pointed ears and a tail. I also had begun to get phantom shifts, I began to feel more canine like, feeling those typical ears and tail, I could feel their movement and believed it was so real that I could feel them. I couldn't, and that is a thing that still makes me upset. There are times during these shifts that it gets so bad that I try to touch them, or am scared someone would see. But obviously they are not there. I would say Phantom shifts are some of my most common shifts. Although Since I am coming out of a period of deep repression of my identity I am unsure. I have also had mental shifts, these normally take a toll on me however, but I do feel more free in my more Canine mindset, I feel myself. these tend to flair up in areas of stress, but can also happen by themselves, so it is my most recent shift after embracing my identity again. There are sometimes I believe I had another life, I was a canine, yet everything is still blurry. However I think the main reason for my therianthropy is because of the fact I had a dog a child. I practically grew up with up her and learnt her ways, I felt so connected to her in a way that transcended a normal pet, I could relate to her, like I could see life through her eyes. So that is why I think I am a therian. Now lets get into the final Part of this introduction! What Tags I'll use and the content they will be used for!

𐂯🐾🐾𐂯🐺𐂯🐾My posts/Tags🐾𐂯🐺𐂯🐾🐾𐂯 #BarkNoBite🐾 = my tag I will Always use #MorningBarks🐾 = If I remember to do so I will whish you all a good morning with a canine image #SleepyWhines🐾 = If I remember before I fall asleep I will whish you all goodnight #CanineInLondon🐾 = A tag relating to my shifts #DansCanineMemories🐾 = If I ever get more info on this past life that I have felt and seen in my dreams then I will use this tag #DansCanineTheories🐾 = My tag of my Therianthropy experiences, all to my origins to my own theories of therianthropy #RunningWithTheWolves🐾 = dedicated to me posting about being a canine, typically sh!tposts about it #MascBites🐾 = Normally content focusing my Masculinity with my Canine self --> Technically can be seen as forcemasc content depending on the severity but it will be SFW.

🐾Closing thoughts🐾 Thank you if you were brave enough to read all of this, But even if you skim read this I hope you appreciate. Have a nice day and See you until I post again :3

[lady-snowbl00d]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Part 2 of my (for now tumblr only ~ have to post on ao3) Alutegra fic "Proposition"

[RATED E]

Click here to read part 1 first- It's not too long, dw!

Plot: Integra plans to proceed with marriage arrangements to continue her bloodline, but wants to gain some, uh, experience.

Basically plot is weak excuse for smuttiness which will happen in chapter 2 *cough cough* this one- rated E so 18+only please, ty.

"Your orders?"

Integra was tempted to get it done right then and there. She would not have to think about it so much anymore. But she was not about to mix her workplace with pleasure.

Work and pleasure. Who was she kidding. That was exactly what she was about to do, wasn't it. She almost laughed, but instead bit her tongue and smirked momentarily, observing the smoke coming from the ashtray.

"My orders are as follows," she declared, as she looked back at the vampire. "You are to be at my chambers at half past midnight if you accept. That is all. You are dismissed."

"I can't wait," he said. "I'll see you then..."

......

That night, Integra lit a candle on her nightstand beside a pack of cigars, a lighter, and a bottle of merlot. The flame made the room warm and golden.

Integra was on her second glass of wine already as she finished moisturizing her arms and legs with her best lotion. That night, she had gone about her routine as usual. She did some reading, took a relaxing bath with some herbal soap and made ready for bed.

Instead of her usual two-piece sleepwear, she opted to wear one of her only two nightdresses. Light blue, and reaching to about half of her thighs. It would make things easier, after all. As she brushed out her hair in the mirror earlier, she looked over herself. She felt confident in her skin, but the fact that she was about to engage in such...activities with her vampire had her, she hated to admit, slightly intimidated, perhaps even insecure.

It wasn't fear of him. She knew Alucard would not, could not hurt her. Still, she couldn't help but feel nervous. After all, much would change after tonight, and she was still processing, well, Alucard.

In truth, she was still processing the decision she had even made to ask him for anything like this.

As Integra finished the second glass of wine, she placed her eyeglasses on the nightstand and sighed, running her hands over her arms in self comfort. The room was mostly dark, but aside from the candlelight, there was a sliver of light between the barely opened curtains. She looked out the window at the moon. It's beautiful night, she thought.

"Good evening, Integra," she heard Alucard say in his signature sultry voice.

It was exactly half past midnight and he was a couple of steps away from her bed. No hat or glasses.

He observed her keenly, as he often did, but today it affected Integra more than usual. She immediately stood up from her bed.

"It is truly a beautiful night, isn't it," he said. "Though it holds nothing to you."

She stepped towards him but shrugged off his words. Something was still bothering her.

"Alucard..."

Although she had known him for years, there was still much she did not actually know about Alucard. And she wanted to be sure that he had agreed to do this of his own consent.

"Heed my next words. If you have changed your mind about your acceptance of my proposition, you are free to go. I remind you that my proposition was a request, not an order, and I will not hold it against you if you decide not to proceed."

Alucard tilted his head to the side a bit and looked at her strangely, reminding Integra of something a dog would do. It was both odd and strangely endearing.

He held out his hand to her, and she noticed he did not have his gloves on.

Integra reached out and took it. Alucard pulled her to him gently and kissed her hand. Not used to such attentions, she pulled it back instinctively.

"My Master," he said. "I would never refuse an order or request from you. Especially one so enticing..."

"...I see. Well then," Integra said, nervous and eager. "We may begin."

She slid two fingers in his cravat and walked backwards, pulling him towards her bed. Alucard went with her looking a little spellbound.

"I have one small reservation," he said, pausing.

"What," she said flatly.

"Integra. Think of the opportunity you'll be losing. Have you truly thought this through?"

Alucard knew she had. He knew there was barely any chance of turning Integra. She had her pride and morals. She was too good for vampirism. Superior to monsters. It was admirable.

But lately the thought of losing her to mortality seemed to torment him.

Integra, apparently, felt offended and stepped away from him.

"How dare you question me?! Do you really think you would be here if I had not thought this over? I will not become a vampire. I was born a human, and I will die as one, as nature intended! And if we do not proceed with this today, I will regardless proceed with my arranged husband later. If you question me again, by God, I will-"

She was rudely interrupted by his lips on hers, soft and strangely enough, tasting like the wine she had drank not so long ago. The heat of it stole her breath away, made her chest rise.

Alucard's arms wrapped around her as he pulled her close, and as she kissed him, she found it difficult to stop. The sensation was delicious. She bit into his bottom lip and when Alucard growled a little, Integra was admittedly riled by the sound and did something she had only ever dreamed of - pulled apart his jacket, taking it off him.

Alucard ran his hands down her back and picked her up by her bottom, still kissing her. He moaned a little and Integra wrapped her arms around his shoulders, slightly dazed.

There was so much of him everywhere. The air was chilled with Alucard's presence, but his touches were warm. He bit her bottom lip slightly before he lay her down on her bed and proceeded to kiss her jawline, and run his tongue over her neck. Integra quickly removed him of his cravat and vest and started unbuttoning his shirt. He moved to kiss between her breasts, then her stomach. His hands went to her thighs as he lowered down her body.

Integra looked down at Alucard, who raised her nightgown over her thighs and bit into the waistband of her undergarments, pulling it down her thighs in a smooth movement. Once over her knees, he used his hands to pull them off and discard them completely. She couldn't help but gasp a little.

Alucard took a moment to gaze over her, and run his hands over her legs. Integra felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement, heat coursing through her quickly. She felt embarassingly aroused, not exactly used to being looked at in such a way. Alucard looked frenzied, like he sometimes did before going out for a kill. It was almost sinful. Well, truly, what they were doing tonight, was.

Suddenly, Alucard's lips were on her inner thigh, as he hooked his hands behind her knees and held her legs apart. Though inexperienced, Integra was not naive enough to not know his intentions. He moved closer to her center, and Integra lifted herself on her elbows, and sighed a bit. His soft, eager kisses felt euphoric.

Integra didn't want to have a bad experience, obviously, but she was not keen on the idea of enjoying this so much. The idea made her think of a lack of control. This needed to be quick, simple, something to cross off a list.

Control. She wondered how much Alucard actually liked her, at least in this way, and how much he actually simply liked to be controlled.

Perhaps he relished the chance to control her for once.

She knew she was thinking too much. She just needed to get this over with.

His lips were so near his intended destination, kisses so enticing, her center wept to be tasted by him.

Integra was becoming all too flustered. She felt red all over.

No. No no no.

"That isn't necessary," she said. "Stop that, pet. Let's get this done."

With one last kiss on her skin, he gazed up at her and Integra found it hard to look away from her servant. Alucard proceeded to crawl over her until his hands were beside her shoulders.

Her pet, she had to admit, was both a thing of fear and of beauty. She observed him - ebony hair, sharp jaw and steely red eyes, shirt wrinkled and half unbuttoned, soft lips. He looked at her seriously, eyes full of something between hunger and bloodlust - or maybe, just lust.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" he asked, a small smile creeping into his face.

"I don't think it necessary to waste time."

"Why not? Are you afraid? Or are you having regrets about sleeping with your pet?"

"No. Let's continue. Unbutton those," she said, eyeing his pants.

He chuckled a little at that, and obeyed. Integra didn't have time to look down at him before Alucard was again hovering over her. He looked over her eyes, lips, neck. Alucard's usual humor and expression darkened again. It threw Integra a little off guard.

He leaned into her neck and inhaled for a moment.

"Alucard," she made a grab at his shirt collar on instinct. Perhaps to hurry him. It couldn't be fear.

"Tell me, Integra," he rasped. "Do you ever touch yourself?"

She refused to answer, and gasped a little as she felt his hardness, quickly replaced by his fingers between her legs. He ran his fingertips over her slickness, then touched her softly above her opening, and she almost cursed.

"Have you ever thought of me while doing it? Even just once out of curiosity...? I admit, I think of you often."

The confession seemed to make her melt. He rubbed her slowly in that spot, and Integra moaned and grasped his collar and the bedsheets tighter and closed her eyes.

He placed a gentle kiss on her jaw. Then he kissed her mouth and her breasts lightly over her nightgown. She moaned into him, feeling his darkness over her curves, soft tendrils of shadow seeking to fully undress her. The pleasure of it all was overwhelming and she grabbed his wrist suddenly from between her.

"Stop. That's unnecessary," she forced herself to say - insecurity, strangely enough, taking hold of her. "All of this. Leave my clothes on and let's get on with it."

The shadows vanished, leaving her bathed only in candlelight.

"You're rushing."

"You're procrastinating."

"Integra-"

"Enough," she snarled. "Don't you question me again. Or you'll be sorely disciplined."

"My Master. You always have been a force to be reckoned with." He smirked, and to Integra's surprise, Alucard raised his fingers to his mouth and tasted her, moaning a little. Lewd.

She shifted her hips, feeling him nearly parting her already. The action emitted a deep growl from her vampire. Integra felt herself already so desperate, though she did her best to remain collected.

"You would have made the best vampire."

Alucard growled and squeezed her flesh as he pushed inside her deeply. Integra winced a little and squeezed at his collar again, and the arm of his shirt. She felt his grip on her leg and hip tighten, and her body succumbed quickly to so much feeling it was making her mind spin.

Fuck. She thought the word a thousand times over, though she dared not say it. Alucard nuzzled into her as he steadily increased the pace, grunting and roaming hands over her body. She grabbed his hair and pulled, adjusting her knees to take him in deeper as he thrust into her.

"Harder," she found herself demanding.

Soon it was all a mess. He became rougher with her, and her with him, and Integra worried they were being too loud. Fortunately, the room was so dark it was unnatural -- Integra hoped this was her vampire's doing, and that it would keep them quiet from others. She tried to hold back but she was gasping and moaning, sounds Alucard knew he would never forget.

He groaned, riled by the scent of her and her blood, the feeling of her sex all around him. She remained mostly clothed but she had not denied him touching her breasts, her sides, her waist. He touched her, grabbed, kissed, licked everything he could. Integra was still pulling at his scalp as she wrapped her legs tightly around his back.

Her slightly dark skin was flushed, nipples hard through her nightgown. He looked down where they met, where her blood and wetness coated him. He licked his lips and touched her clit, rubbing her softly. She dug her nails into his shoulder. Alucard winced.

"Integra," she heard him growl. "Next time, I can please you with my tongue. Would you like that?"

"Have some decency," she said weakly. She was close, panting as he kept rubbing her and thrusting harder inside her.

If he wasn't in a state of such overwhelm, he would have made a snide remark at that. He felt her grow tighter around him, and he knew she was close, the gentle squeeze heavenly on his cock. He leaned into her, his forehead on hers.

"May I?"

"What?" she said, and it came out a harsh whisper. "Oh," she realized. "Yes."

The last word came out as a moan and he kissed her hard. Integra was overcome by her sensations. When her orgasm came, she was in an ecstasy that made her mind blank, and her entire body seemed to close in around him. She dug her nails deeper into his skin and drew blood, losing herself completely to the feeling. Alucard panted and groaned, and he found himself holding down her hip and her neck softly, looking down at her lips as he finished.

For a few moments they remained together, trying to catch their breaths. Alucard ran his thumb over the column of her throat. Integra observed him, still recovering from her orgasm and the uncanny revelation of such a different side of him.

"Now," he said, looking from her neck to her light eyes. A half smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," she said, still catching her breath. "Satisfactory."

"Hm," he smirked.

Integra swallowed hard, looking down at his lips. His hands and mouth, she thought, they shouldn't have been so good at this. He killed with them, and he touched her so softly and deliciously with them. It would be so easy to fall in love with this monster. And equally dangerous, no doubt.

It was then she realized she was gazing perhaps too much at him.

Alucard leaned in to kiss her and she gently placed her hands on his shoulders.

"That's enough," she said.

He paused, an odd look overtaking his features.

"Understood."

Slowly, he pulled out of her and moved from her. She felt him lie next to her, a small space away. The loss of contact was strangely unpleasant. She pulled down the bottom of her nightgown.

"Is there anything else you'd like me to do for you, my Master?"

"Yes, servant," she said as she sat up, adjusting her pillows and leaning back on them. "My nightstand. Hand me a cigar."

Alucard did as told, smiling as he handed it over and lit it for her.

[author-a-holmes]

Edit/disclaimer; it's 3am and I'm rambling. Beware Darkling spoilers beneath the cut, although I did try to make this as broad and nonspecific as possible, I also hit post by accident cause I'm on my phone and ye Tumblr app is a monstrosity I've never learned to navigate xxx

So. I don't know if I'm going to post this. At this point I'm just thinking out loud, but the people I usually bounce ideas off are asleep and/or sick.

But there was a post last week that got me thinking (HERE) about stakes.

And there's one specific point in Darkling that I've been niggling at for a while. I keep going back, rereading it, and couldn't quite figure out what I wanted to change, even though I could tell it wasn't quite resonating the way I wanted it too.

And the irony of the post from the other day is that the example the OP uses is having an event happen, and then the characters going home to talk about the event, and how that deflated the urgency.

And that's kind of exactly what I have happen. The problem is I need the characters to (A) retreat and (B) retreat to the location they just came from for #plot reasons.

So this week, now I've identified the problem, I've been trying to figure out how to retain the raised stakes, even though we're technically "going home for a chat"

And I think I've found a way, but as I said, of the two people I usually bounce ideas off one is sick and the other is asleep.

So here's the deal. I'll tell you the idea I have in really broad terms, as non-spoilery as possible... And you guys tell me if it sounds like I'll be able to retain my raised stakes

In the current version of this scene, the protagonists and the antagonists meet. Both of them try to ambush the other, and eventually it all comes to a bit of a stalemate. There's some consequences to be had, and some rather hefty combinations of fallout and discoveries to be had, but ultimately all the characters in both sides walk away mostly unscathed.

The biggest problem is that the protagonists have now lost the element of surprise moving forward.

What I think I want to do, to keep the stakes high after the retreat is have the protagonist group lose someone but I'm a little limited in who I can have them lose.

There are seven characters in the scene on the side of the protagonists. Three of them, if the antagonist gets hold of them, will be killed outright.

Two of them I need to trigger later plot stages so they can't go anywhere.

One of them is a driving force for the plot, so I can't change their circumstances.

That leaves one character I could have fall into the hands of the enemy, but they are a new character in book two and I'm not 100% sure readers will be invested in them enough yet to care.

Which makes me wonder how I can make them care about this character more. So maybe I need to rework their role up to this point. Or actually not rework, just delve into more. This character has some interesting backstory already that I could use, I just haven't had a good opportunity to introduce it yet without info dumping.

So now I'm thinking I need to add two or three scenes earlier in the book to give the readers more time to connect with this character before I have the rug pulled out by letting them fall into enemy hands....

[wetcatspellcaster]

🌻🌷🍰🐥

thank you darling! <3

🌻 least favourite character / hardest to write

answered here!

🌷 writing achievement you want to brag about

oh my goodness, this question is a scary prospect! but I will say that having people bind my writing is something that I always used to idly dream about but assumed would never happen. I have now seen photo sets of two absolutely gorgeous hardback versions of Pieces and I've cried both times. It helped that they were both sexy as fuck: one looks like a kind of book subscription box special edition and the other was like a gorgeous academic tome <3

🍰 where you like to write

I tend to sit on my sofa cross legged with a cushion on my lap, and my laptop is cheap as shit so it constantly overheats.

🐥 here's some writing motivation!

hmm, I'm not sure about the wording of this question - if I'm supposed to share something that motivates me, or if I'm supposed to share something motivating??? who knows. I will go with the latter, I suppose? (I'm not very good at saying motivating things, as I get super worried about the individuality of everyone's experiences and what I find inspiring might not be for everyone etc. etc. BUT-)

in 2020, I was briefly hospitalised bc of suspected appendicitis (it wasn't that, although it was the thing I ended up getting operated on this january, 4 years later!) I hadn't prepared my bag properly bc it was sudden and I was panicking, so I didn't pack anything to do - no books, and no phone charger, either. As a result, I went a little out of my mind for a few days, with both boredom and loneliness (it was covid so hospital visitations in the UK weren't allowed), until someone I knew managed to get a phone charger to my ward at least.

With a phone charger, I could access the internet and thus the lifesaver, AO3. But I was so tired and sad and couldn't really think bc I was fasting in case of surgery, so I didn't have the energy to try anything new. So, for the first time (as I had just started writing fic that year!) I ended up... reading all of the longfic I'd written up until that point, and that kept me company until I was out of hospital.

There was a lot of things that contributed to that particular feeling - i was so very depressed at this time - but the knowledge that my fic was so comforting to me, and exactly what i needed and wanted to read, and catered specifically to me in a way that was so fucking enjoyable... I know there's a lot of tumblr posts to that effect already in the world. but the act of reading something I'd made and needed so badly in that moment gave me a whole new appreciation for my own writing, and the lovely thing was, it wasn't on anybody else's terms. it didn't need to be on ao3 getting comments/kudos for that writing to still look after me in that moment of hardship, and make me happy again. it just happened to be the easiest place to read it!

so now, whenever i start a new fic project, my baseline isn't popularity or artistic scope or anything, but, "will I reread this again when I'm sick, or anxious?"

the answer is nearly always yes, obviously, bc I'm feeding myself specifically. but it also helps me keep writing, bc I like to imagine a future me in need of comfort and I like to picture her having a completed work for company :)

☀️ summertime writers' asks! ☀️