#and i am allowed to request that i not be exposed to that information until i decide I'm ready

[sysmedsaresexist]

Did you experience ramcoa

TW, I feel like I'm losing my mind, my "fee fees" are more than just hurt, join me, friendos, in this beautiful disaster that is my mind

Or just keep scrolling

YOU CAN MAKE THAT CHOICE

That depends on who you ask and what information they're spreading

Why the actual fuck you would ask someone this, completely out of the blue and randomly

And don't you fucking DARE come back with, "to see if you were allowed to talk about it"

That. Is. The. Point.

Everyone is allowed to talk about it, but people should be able to consent to seeing that information and participating in conversations

I have already said on my posts that I am not comfortable looking at those memories-- memories that I had already come to accept and heal from as not ramcoa, that is the entire point of the conversation

I was done and happy with that portion of my life, I don't need some uninformed, under-cheesed pizzas giving vague definitions that make me, and people like me, question every aspect of our lives and clinical history, often for no reason

At my age, now is not the time to put a horrifying twist on things I thought were already processed-- and had been happy and content with, both in the therapeutic care I received and in the progress I had made

Thank you for contributing to my slow breakdown while I try to get set up with a new therapist

Go sit in the corner and think about what you've done

[darkshelbyfiction]

forced to serve (p.1)

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Smut, Forced Prostitution, Dub-Con, Butt Stuff, Ass to Mouth

Written for and with my sexy wife @queenshelby, luv you bae

Summary: Your husband forces you into prostitution and your client is Thomas Shelby 👌

After you were told to prepare for your first client that evening, you found yourself nervous about what would come. This wasn't how you wanted things to turn out - not by a long shot! It was your very own husband who forced you into prostitution and desperate times called for desperate measures, right? You somehow had to feed your young child.

Dressed in your most provocative attire, your heart raced when you heard someone approaching your door – it was him. Tommy Shelby. A man whose reputation preceded him. From stories whispered around town, he always demanded something different and intense from those he interacted with. He enjoyed intercourse that was rough and forceful and demanded complete submission from those who served him.

He paid well and he was informed by the madam of the house that you would be obedient and allow him to penetrate you in whatever way he wished, for at least two hours.  

It was all part of the deal you had made before entering this world where men like Tommy Shelby roamed free, dictating others' lives, desires, destinies.

The moment he entered the room, he immediately began taking off his shirt, exposing himself without shame or embarrassment. His muscular body gleaming under dim lights only intensified the raw power emanating from him. There was no mistaking whose presence filled the room now.

"Get on your hands and knees and crawl over here, my pet!" Tommy commanded without bothering to formally introduce himself.

"You want me to crawl towards you, on the floor?" you asked hesitantly, unsure whether you really understood his request correctly.

"Yes, Love," he barked back at you impatiently. "And don't ask questions. Just do it."

Your heart thumped rapidly against your ribcage, adrenaline coursing through your veins, heightening your senses. As you scrambled across the floor, getting closer to his towering frame, a strange mix of fear engulfed you.

"Good pet", he growled softly, taking notice of your compliance. Then, gripping your wrist tightly, he pulled you up onto your feet and led you towards the bed, commanding you once again to get on your knees, facing away from him.

Without waiting for your response, he spanked your bottom harshly, sending a shockwave of pain throughout your entire body. As tears welled up in your eyes, you felt a sudden surge of anger rise within you.

"Your safe word is red. Use it when you can't take it anymore and I will stop," Tommy spoke, his voice hoarse with lust. "I am not going to be gentle. In fact, I am going to hurt you, but this is what I am fucking paying you for, eh?"

As he roughly grabbed your hips, lifting you off the ground and positioning you into a standing doggystyle, you couldn't help but feel utterly overwhelmed by his brute strength. With one hand firmly grasping your waist, he used the other to pull your skirt higher, baring your bare behind for him to see. 

Your stomach twisted with nerves as he swiftly removed his trousers, releasing his enormous erection from its confines. It stood tall and proud, almost taunting you. 

Tommy reached forward and, without warning, he pushed your head down onto the mattress. "Open your legs wide and stick out your ass, sweetheart," he ordered.

Reluctantly, you did as instructed, feeling humiliated and afraid of what might happen next. Toying with your tender flesh, he slapped your ass repeatedly until it stung fiercely. He then took hold of your waist once more, pulling you further into the position he desired. Your face flushed crimson with anger and shame, yet your resolve remained unbroken. If anything, these brutish acts fueled your determination to endure. Tommy leaned in close, speaking directly into your ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps along your neck.

"Don't worry, love," he whispered huskily, "This won't last forever." He punctuated his words with a sharp slap to your ass cheek, eliciting a whimper from you despite your best efforts to suppress it.

"Now tell me how badly you need my cock inside your cunt, little bird," he said in a low, threatening tone.

"Please, sir..." you murmured, trying hard to maintain composure. "Just please make sure it doesn't hurt too much…"

At this point, his expression changed, morphing into pure malevolence. He knew just how far he could push you without crossing the line marked 'red'.

"That's my good pet, eh" he snarled approvingly, rubbing his cock against your still dry entrance. 

Realising that you were not ready yet, he removed his cock temporally and spat some saliva onto his fingers and pressed them against your moistening hole, massaging and stretching it slowly while occasionally glancing at you with a look of hunger. You clenched your teeth together, fighting back the urge to cry out from the burning sensation spreading through your insides.

Finally, he stopped and held his manhood upright, his gaze fixated upon yours. "Are you ready, love?" he questioned with anticipation evident in his voice. You nodded mutely, unable to find the courage to speak aloud.

Unable to bear the intensity of the pressure building inside you, you finally gave consent, letting out a soft whimper that seemed to excite him even more. Grabbing you tighter by the waist, he thrust violently into you, causing you to gasp involuntarily.

Despite the initial discomfort, the familiarity of the rhythm gradually allowed you to become accustomed to his size. However, you struggled to regulate your breathing, hyperventilating as you tried to keep pace with the increasing speed of his movements.

Clutching the sheets tightly, you winced every time he drove deeper into you, the pain shooting through your loins growing stronger with each thrust.

Tommy loved watching his partner squirm beneath him, submitting to his every desire. 

"Isn't this what you wanted?" he taunted, pounding into you relentlessly.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as the intensity continued to increase, leaving trails of salty residues on your skin. Each stroke felt like an invasion, deepening the connection he sought.

You bit your lip, determined not to let your cries escape. Instead, you focused on counting the number of strokes, trying to block out the searing pain with numbers. Your throat became parched as sweat trickled down your forehead, making it difficult to swallow.

"You are married aren't you?" Tommy suddenly interrupted your internal struggle, his heavy breath echoing in the silence of the room.

"What makes you think that?" you managed to choke out, trying to hide your feelings behind innocuous indifference.

"The ring on your finger gave it away," he replied smugly, continuing his thrusts, groaning loudly.

"Y-yes, sir. I am married" you mumbled weakly, your whole body trembling slightly from the assault.

He paused briefly, admiring your vulnerability before continuing mercilessly.

"Tell me Love, does your husband fuck you like this?" he crooned, driving his hips harder into you.

You cried out involuntarily, overcome by the intensity of his movement. Your legs quivered with fatigue, your arms shook as they supported your weight precariously on all fours.

"Answer me, love," he growled, pushing deeper inside you, his member pulsing against your wall, filling you completely. Your throat burned with the effort of holding back your cries.

"No," you whispered hoarsely, causing Tommy to smile maliciously as, unexpectedly, he started to probe your anal opening with his finger while continuing to thrust into your sore pussy, 

"Does your husband ever touch you here?" He breathed heavily into your ear, his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin.

You closed your eyes, struggling with the urge to both answer him honestly and to deny him altogether. 

"Answer me, love," he repeated forcefully, pushing his index finger into your anus with such precision and ease that it surprised you greatly. You cried out in astonishment at the sudden intrusion.

"No," you answered eventually while crying out loudly. 

His laughter resonated around the room, causing goosebumps to prickle your skin. "So, has anyone fucked your ass yet? Tell me, sweet thing."

You cringed internally, mortified that he would ask something so personal, but knowing it was part of the game, you mustered enough courage to respond truthfully.

"N-no," you stammered quietly, the word nearly escaping your lips before you could catch yourself.

"Well, we'll rectify that today, shall we?" He purred menacingly, slipping two fingers into your wet, gaping anus, stretching and teasing you slowly. 

Your muscles contracted involuntarily in response to his fingers penetrating your rectum, making you writhe underneath him. Your mouth opened slightly in surprise, emitting silent gasps.

"Good pet," he whispered, withdrawing his fingers slowly and methodically from your anus. 

"I think your ass is ready for my cock now," mockingly, reaching for the bedside table and retrieving some Vaseline. 

Fearful and hesitant, you lowered your head submissively. He ignored your reluctance and quickly covered his cock in the creamy substance. 

Without waiting for your permission, he positioned himself over you again, guiding his engorged tool toward your aching anus. His grip on your hips was ironclad, refusing to allow you to escape or resist his assault. You writhed helplessly underneath him, struggling to accept the impending invasion. Despite your protests, your body refused to comply, betraying your resistance as he slowly inserted his length into your rear passage.

"Remember your safe word love," he whispered softly into your ear. You bit your tongue, willing yourself to remain strong.

As his full girth filled you up, he began moving within you, his powerful hips bucking against your own, his hands pressing harshly against your shoulders, pinning you in place.

The world around you blurred, and the only sound you heard was your labored breathing combined with his savage grunts of pleasure. Your tears flowed freely down your cheeks, unnoticed by either party involved in this perverse act.

"It hurts, doesn't it? Having my thick cock in your smallest hole? I can feel how much it aches you when I slide in and out," Tommy gloated cruelly, his breath ragged and heavy against your shoulder. His cock throbbed steadily inside you, reminding you of his sheer power over you. It felt like he had no regard for your limits, your needs – he simply possessed you, taking whatever he wished, whenever he chose.

"Tell me, do you like feeling my massive rod buried deep inside your bowels?" He asked playfully, his voice carrying a sinister undertone that made your stomach turn.

Swallowing nervously, you managed to gather enough strength to utter a faint yes. It wasn't a complete fabrication though, as you did enjoy feeling full. This admission served as further encouragement for him, prompting him to continue his brutal attack.

With each new entry, his pace increased incrementally until you found yourself lost in a haze of desperation, pain, and arousal. Your walls seemed to close in on themselves, creating a claustrophobic environment where you could neither scream nor beg for release.

In this moment, Tommy realized that he was approaching his peak - the culmination of his dominance and control over you. Increasing his tempo exponentially, he used his considerable strength to propel himself deeply within you once more, ignoring your frantic attempts to pull away.

His hardened pelvis rubbed against your tender entrance, forcing you to succumb to the waves of pleasure coursing through your body despite your best efforts to maintain distance.

Every thrust reverberated throughout your entire frame, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your system, making it impossible to hold back your orgasm. As you approached climax, Tommy increased his vigor, grasping your hips firmly, rocking your body against his rhythmic pace.

With every thrust, your moans grew louder, feeding off one another. Tommy couldn't help but be proud of his mastery, reveling in your submission. You were a delicious treat he didn't want to end too soon. Your breath quickened, and your nipples hardened under his gaze. As your excitement reached its peak, the walls around you disappeared, replaced by the intense heat of passion. The sensation of his hand cupping your breast brought forth a surge of electric energy, heightening your already spiraling awareness.

The rhythm of his thrusts intensified, mirroring the rapid beat of your heart. With each motion, you could sense the pressure building within, threatening to erupt and consume you entirely.

Your nails scratched furiously at the sheets, seeking some kind of anchor amidst the storm of emotion and physical stimulation consuming you. The taste of salt lingering on your lips only added fuel to the fire, and you found yourself begging for him to take you even further.

"Please, please don't stop!" you pleaded. Tommy laughed triumphantly, a devilish glint dancing in his eyes.

"Do you truly wish for me to push beyond your limit, my little pet?" He taunted, grazing his teeth along your neck, sending shivers racing across your flesh. Unable to suppress your desire any longer, you nodded fervently, meeting his challenge eagerly.

"Then open your mouth wide, my dear," he instructed, loosening his grip just enough to grant you a brief reprieve as he pulled his cock from your ass and pushed you onto the floor.

"You are going to swallow my cum without spilling a drop," he commanded sternly, towering over you.

Feeling violated and humiliated, you dropped obediently to your knees and took his rigid erection into your hungry mouth. Tears streamed down your face as you performed this degrading task, your pride battered and bruised beneath his feet.

Despite the overwhelming shame and embarrassment, you tried your utmost to satisfy him, hoping to regain even the slightest fragment of dignity that remained intact.

His manhood twitched visibly in response to your efforts, provoking him to grab your hair roughly, pulling your head closer to his groin.

"Keep it up, open your throat," he threatened gruffly, reaffirming his absolute control over you. Panicked, you obeyed without question, not wanting to anger him further. Every caress of his fingers through your strands sent shudders of fear down your spine, yet you continued to service him dutifully.

His member grew heavier in your mouth, swelling impossibly larger still as you worked harder to accommodate its size. You fought the urge to gag, concentrating solely on staying true to your promise to him. The struggle became evident in your reddened eyes and quivering jawline. Desperate to avoid his wrath, you tightened your grip on his length, sucking harder, and increasing the intensity of your movements.

Tommy let out a low growl of satisfaction, pleased with your performance.

"Here it comes, love. Feast upon my essence, my precious pet," he said, allowing his seminal fluid to pour forcefully into your awaiting mouth. The salty liquid flooded your palate, filling your mouth completely. The bitter flavor caused your lips to pucker. Still, you valiantly kept your mouth closed, determined not to defile his command.

Still holding your hair tightly, he allowed you to come up from your knees, bringing you into a standing position.

"Open and show me your tongue, I want to make sure you swallowed it all." Obeying, you extended your tongue to meet his inspection.

"Very good, my pet. Now get back on to your knees and clean off my cock properly," Tommy ordered coldly, releasing his grip on your hair. Observing his reaction, you hurriedly knelt before him, carefully opening your mouth to receive his cock once more. His phallus emerged from your mouth, wet and sticky, leaving behind traces of his seed.

"Lick it clean, come on!" he demanded brusquely, eyeing you critically. You complied immediately, not wanting to upset him anymore today. Swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip, you meticulously cleansed it, paying special attention to any lingering residues.

"That will do," he conceded finally, stepping away from you. Exhausted, you sank down onto the floor, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as the events gradually subsided.

Looking up, you noticed Tommy surveying you with a mixture of admiration and contempt.

Clearly satisfied with your obedience, he smirked, wiping the remaining evidence of his domination from your lips with a smile.

"You did well tonight, pet," he admitted grudgingly, turning to leave. "And I cannot believe that your husband would share someone as divine as you are, sweetheart. I certainly would not share you with other men if you belonged to me, which makes me wonder what sort of man he is..." Tommy leered at you suggestively, his tone oozing confidence and superiority. You flinched involuntarily, unsure whether to feel insulted or intrigued by his brazen assessment. Feeling emboldened by his apparent interest, you sought to learn more about the enigmatic Mr. Shelby. "My husband... He is quite peculiar, sir," you hesitated, casting your eyes downward thoughtfully, without telling him that he was forcing you to do this for money. 

[azrielbrainrot]

Azriel is Mean

Warnings: smut, this is just smut

Notes: I'm not a writer so keep your expectations low. This man just drives me insane and I have way too many thoughts.

The world is completely quiet and dark. The wind is calm and the moon is bright in the sky. It's a perfect spring night which tells you that it has to be close to early morning otherwise the Velaris party goers would still be making themselves known. You can vaguely recall the muffled sounds of revelry filtering in through the closed windows when this first started. How long has Azriel been torturing you for then? None of these clues give you enough information. Or maybe they do. Your mind is having trouble focusing on a single thought at the moment.

"What's going through that pretty little brain of yours?" The sweet darkness of his voice pulls you right back to reality with a gasp. The brief moment of clarity is enough to make you even more aware of all your senses. The ache in your hands from the tight grip you have on the dark navy sheets. The soreness in your legs from holding the same position for so long. The dryness in your throat from fruitless pleas. And the wetness. You can almost feel your core dripping, down your thighs and below you. Further darkening the sheets. After you manage to blink through the blurry tears you can see it on his face too. Beautiful mouth shiny from where it was just buried between your legs. As you take notice of it you see the corners of his lips edging up slightly.

"Am I going too easy on you? You seem distracted." Wicked fingers start moving once again. A slow, teasing pace. Softly caressing your sensitive walls and reminding you of your current predicament. You can't hold back a breathless whimper which he rewards with a soft kiss to your knee.

"I could stab you right now." Your voice is barely there but he hears you. Like he always does. He notices everything you do. He can also identify the truth behind the statement to his wicked amusement.

"We can't have that." You feel your arms being pulled up until they're resting up above your head. It takes you longer than it should to recognize the familiar feeling of his shadows over your skin. "If you stab me then you really won't get to cum" A plea escapes your mouth instinctively. Your body so attuned to his every whim. "And you were just telling me how much you want to"

"Please! I'll do anything, Azriel" He lets out a chuckle and speeds up a little. Not enough to get you closer to the edge, only teasing you more. Your temper flares. The shadows holding your arms hostage tighten ever so softly. A warning. They're on your side, they want you to cum too. Or perhaps they're as cruel as their master and just want to watch you suffer for longer. But the message is clear. You need to play into his game.

"I know, princess." He leans down and leaves a kiss over between your breasts. Nuzzles his nose lovingly over your skin before catching your gaze once again. "You're always so good for me." His eyes rake over your exposed body. Making a show of how much he enjoys the sight before him. You can't help but curl your toes at the hunger in his gaze. "That's why I know you'll wait like I told you to. Only want you to cum on my cock tonight, you know that."

You let out yet another moan of his name and try to move your hips against his finger. He lets you indulge yourself for a couple strokes. Lets you let your guard down only to order his shadows to restrain your movements even more. Your moans pick up in volume and become ever more whiny.

"If you want me to cum on your cock then why not let me have it?" Ending the sweet request with a soft wiggle of your hips, as restricted as his grip on you allows. His endless patience is wearing thin. Your pleas are not as pointless as they may seem. The soft spot he has for you is his only weakness after all. You try to keep your face neutral at the realization. Things would only get worse if he found out you're plotting against him. "Then we can both feel good. I want you to cum too."

"Alright" Your heart soars, breath almost stalling at the agreement. You didn't think it would be so easy. Scarred fingers abandon your abused hole in favor of getting rid of his leathers. He only pulls them low enough for his erection to slap against his stomach. He strokes it once, twice without taking his eyes off your dripping pussy. Your mouth almost waters at the sight.

His eyes lock back into your own and he lets out a growl at what he sees. Unfiltered and completely primal want. He guides himself to your core but he wouldn't be the wicked spymaster of the night court if he didn't tease you just a bit more. He circles the leaking tip of his cock over your clit and slaps it twice before finally pressing it where you need him most.

"Is this what you want?" You barely have any time to feel the triumph in finally getting what you wanted, in the breathlessness present in his voice, before he starts pushing inside you. Your orgasm catches you unprepared as it wrecks through your body. Mouth open in a silent cry of his name. Eyes rolling back and mind shattering. You don't know how long it lasts or when it even started. The world pauses as you feel unimaginable pleasure. Your blood sings his name as if every nerve ending was exposed to him, controlled by him.

When your mind starts fighting through the haze you realize your hands are gripping onto him. Fingers curled around his dark hair and nails sinking into his shoulders. He must have called his shadows back in the middle of your mind numbing orgasm. You open your eyes to see him watching your face with a somewhat smug and content expression.

"How'd that feel?" You can only let out a moan and close your eyes again. Reveling in the pleasure. Letting the answer flood him through the bond. You can't help but smile at the growl he lets out and stuttering of his hips at the onslaught of pleasure. Let him feel at least a fraction of what he just put you through. This satisfaction is short lived as you realize his pace keeps going steady. He has no intentions of stopping anytime soon. The realization must be clear on your face because you can see the smirk on his face even before you open your eyes.

"You were begging for me to let you cum for so long" He punctuates every word with a precise, deep thrust of his hips. "It would be cruel of me to only let you do it once, right?" You start to say his name, going back to pleading already but he shuts you up with a kiss and a particularly deep thrust. "None of that. Let me take care of you."

[pixelchills]

Okay, you anon on my inbox,

you said that some followers of mine have been disappointed in me for partaking in the tsams harassment document, since I am a creator a lot of people look up to. I am not answering the ask itself because it has a blog mentioned, but I will answer your worries about the situation the best I can.

I am not going to talk about the drama itself since I have retained myself from discussing and spinning things any further about the situation.

But those of you who are mad at me for being part of the document; please at least read my part of it, if you haven't already.

The document was made as an archive for the victims of that hate blog (biased-tsams-confessions). Every screenshotted post on the document is available publicly, and all I did was allow my content and posts about the situation to be used in the document.

I was an unnecessary victim of the hate blog. Had no one name-dropped me in that blog and caused me to get anons and not-anons harass me and claim that I was one of the people sending minors gore, I would not have needed to publicly talk about anything relating to the drama. I would not be in the document if I wasn't a victim of being wrongly assumed to support NSFW being sent to minors. Which is a heavy allegation.

The document is not about the gore anon victims. It's about the victims of the witch hunt that people caused by starting to blame innocent people for being or supporting the gore anons.

I am not asking myself to be removed from the document. I am there as a victim. The other people in the document, as well as their actions, have nothing to do with me, or my part in this, other than them being my friends/mutuals in the fandom, and victims of the same hate blog and witch hunt. If some of them have answered or reacted aggressively to something regarding the situation, it is on them. It is not my job to decide what my friends/mutuals are allowed to answer or do.

During this whole time, I have kept saying over and over that people should just block and move on and ignore and not vague about each other, but I cannot control other people besides myself.

I do not support harassment of any kind. But I am also not going to be silent for being a victim. Even if I was just a small misstep for the hate blog, I was still targeted because of them. I was truly ready to just forgive them and put it all behind me, if their reply to my request to apologise to me publicly hadn’t been so aggressive, and they hadn’t targeted another innocent person later (Z). The mod responding to my dm said I was manipulating them, and that they didn't believe me. So their posted apology wasn't genuine, it was just them trying to save themselves from me exposing them.

If you think I should've not allowed my posts to be part of the document then I want to ask you this:

Should a victim be quiet about being harassed just because the other harassed people have said or done something you disagree with?

Again, what I had to deal with was very small compared to some of the other people the hate blog targeted, but even a small victim is a victim if they gained harm from it.

As what comes to the document: I did not write it, nor did I read it until it was publicly shared. All I did was give my permission to use my posts in it.

I was aware that the doc included names of the people who have also participated in or supported the harassment by the hate blog or shattered. 

I did not find the list of supporters necessary to include, and I told the others this. The list has recently been removed by the owner of the document after new information has come to light. I know this will not erase the fact the names were there.

I am not making statements about the harassment supporters mentioned in the doc, because I am not going to dig up if they should be there or not. I have spent too much time on this drama publicly already, when all I wanted to do was ignore it and let my friends vent their frustration to me privately if needed.

Despite the situation being what it is, I have wanted to stay neutral in it, besides the hate blog which is the sole reason I had to pipe up in the first place. I have been keeping my stance neutral between the two groups. I have not blocked anyone from either side (except the hate blog), and I have no hard feelings towards my friends, or my followers who are disagreeing with each other.

If you want me to apologise for being part of the document, I'm sorry but I can't. It's the same as saying "I'm sorry I talked about being harassed."

If you still feel like you're personally affected by my involvement in this, or you are a follower of mine getting harassed because of this document, please DM me and I'll try to help you out the best I can.

The blogs mentioned in the document have not been actively harassing me, and those who did take part in smearing my name I will not name, because I genuinely think they realised their mistake (unlike the hate blog) and understood that I have nothing to do with the gore anons nor do I believe they were a hoax.

[mockerycrow]

UNDERCOVER VII (Soap x GN!Reader)

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summary: taking a break from telling your experiences, Soap and you spend the day together. He takes you from your room as to allow you to see more. Unfortunately for the both of you, Soap didn't bother to inform anyone of this decision. 3.8k words.

a/n: HELLO!!! YES!!! you are not imagining things! chapter seven is FINALLY out. i went on two separate impromptu hiatuses and i am going on another one at the end of this month until around november, so i wanted to get this out for y’all. i appreciate all of y’all’s patience. i love you guys. during this flashback/ptsd attack, bolted italics are present when characters are speaking russian. [THIS DOES NOT FOLLOW REBOOT MW CANON.]

[WARNINGS; light fluff(!!!), ptsd, death/suicide ideation, angst, hospital setting, death and gore, reader is not a good person morally, military inaccuracies, overall TRIGGER WARNING.]

“Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?” ― Clarice Lispector.

Lucky for me, my internal request about being left alone was granted. I skipped a meal, despite the worried glare of the main nurse taking care of me. I’m sure they wanted to put the feeding tube back into my throat—they surely looked like it. Or was that the look of genuine worry? Did I forget what it looked like? When I woke up this morning, they certainly made sure I got some food in me. I appreciate the nurses and the doctors and their efforts in taking care of me. I recognize I cannot be an easy patient by any means; whether that means the paperwork, the security… My behavior? I applaud them.

I wish I could get them a gift or something. Maybe once I’m out of their care. Is that weird?

I’ve always woken up pretty early—courtesy of Makarov’s strange routines—so when I woke up and didn’t see Soap by my side, I wasn’t too surprised. He probably has drills and routines of his own. Woke up, ate breakfast which looked absolutely immaculate, however I’m in a very weird.. flux right now. I’m not sure how to exactly describe it, but the food looked great but felt like flavorless blobs. Perhaps my tastebuds are deceiving me, or what they gave me was just pure shit. Hm.

Before he left last night, Soap assured me today was a rest day. I couldn’t help myself, but I winced at his statement. It probably wasn’t for my benefit, but for theirs. Any information I have can be a lot of paperwork, a lot of.. Meetings, I guess. I don’t know. I’m bitter, but I’m grateful for the break. 

By the time 0900 rolled around, Soap strolled into my room. Fucker had the brightest smile on his face, his lip curling just enough to expose his gum around his right upper canine. “Back on babysitting duty?” I ask, my tone flatter than usual. Soap chuckles, his boots clicking against the waxed tile as he approaches my bedside. My eyes scan his attire; dark grey t-shirt, tucked into a dark grey pair of cargo pants and regular boots. Belt, holster with the gun. Huh, surprising. My eyes glance back up at his face as Soap spoke.

“Don’ be like that, aye? Ye don’t hafta think of it like that.” Soap insists, his hand grabbing my shoulder, gently might I add. I huff—his touch burns until he removes his hand. “Look, I’m sure ye don’t want t’be held in here all day. I have an idea.” He proposes with a twinkle in his eyes. I raise an eyebrow, unable to disguise how intrigued I actually am. “Oh?” I ask, my voice low like earlier. There’s a funny feeling in my stomach. Soap throws his thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the stationary wheelchair that’s remained in the corner since last night. “Why don’t we take a walk?” 

My lip curls for a moment, my eyes darting between him and the wheelchair. “You mean ‘wheel around’?” I raise an eyebrow, poking fun at him. Soap lets out a tsk and shakes his head. “Haud yer wheesht.” Soap utters before turning around, crouching down to unlock the wheels of the wheelchair. “Jokes on you, I dunno what that means.” I reply snarkily, unable to keep the smile out of my voice. “It means ‘shut up’.” He replies as if he’s gracing me with great information.

I roll my eyes, cautiously pushing the blankets down off of my legs. I wince for a moment and Soap’s legs as well as the wheelchair come into view as I get myself settled. “I’ll wheel ya, you just need t’hold the.. The fuckin’ IV thing.” Soap mutters, gesturing to the IV pole. “Soap.” I say, my tone flat.

He looks back at me with his big blue eyes—all innocent like. Fucker. “It’s a pole to hold IV bags on. So, what is it called?” I ask him like he’s a child, my tone high pitched and overly nice. Soap’s face tints pink and taps the wheelchair with his foot, pulling at the collar of his shirt. “You have an attitude, might I say.” Soap lets out a nervous laugh; he’s embarrassed and nothing is making me happier than this moment right now. I grunt as I allow Soap to help me into the wheelchair. My legs happen to be fine, but my stomach and ribs are still quite tender and sore.

“It’s called an IV pole, Soap.”

“Jesus Christ, I know.”

I hate to admit it, but Soap is a pretty good babysitter. I don’t think many people would willingly take me out of my room and help me get some fresh air, at least not like this. We’ve gone a couple of laps around the ward I’m allowed to roam and in a way, I’m appreciative of him allowing me to grasp more of the area I’m in. I wonder if he’s ever been in my position, or has known someone to be in a similar position? Bedbound, anxious? …Paranoid?

I wonder.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts as I hear a light beep from my right. I turn my head to where my IV pole, the little electronic box attached to it is lit up. “Hm?” Soap hums, his eyes trailing to where I’m looking. He grabs the pole and spins it towards himself, eyes scanning over the screen. Soap’s lips part for a second in understanding, but my eyes stay on the scar hidden underneath his mess of stubble. “Jus’ administerin’ more painkillers. It’s on a timer.”

I force myself to look away with a nod. I nearly slip back into my thoughts when I feel Soap begin to pull the wheelchair backwards. My eyes widen and I quickly grab the IV pole to drag along. I twist my head to face him the best I can despite the screw in my jaw. “Where are we going? My room’s just down the hall.” I question, turning my head, watching the door get smaller in size. Soap hums, turning the wheelchair around to push to where he was pulling it. He doesn’t answer me.

My fingers twitch around the IV pole and I quickly stop myself. Stop. Soap would’ve hurt me already if he wanted to. He has a pistol in the holster against his hip right on his belt. If he were to wish to hurt me, he would’ve already spilled my brains. Shut the fuck up.

Like you spilled hers?

What?

I blink, a beat passes, and we’re in a different hallway. One I haven’t seen before. “Soap..?” I ask louder, my heart fluttering in my chest. I’m getting nervous. Soap bends down to my ear; I can feel the wheelchair adjust under the added weight on the handles. “S’alright, just goin’ to take a longer walk. New areas, fresher air.” Soap murmurs, his breath brushing against my ear. I let out a harsh breath as he stood up straight, and.. And that fucker is humming. “Is this even allowed?” I ask, my voice quiet as my eyes dart around.

Soap lets out a laugh, slowing down a bit with his walking. “Does it matter? I’ve done much worse, this is nothin’.” 

“I don’t want to get in trouble,” I protest, but my protests are clearly weak because the bastard continues to push me down the hall. Soap lets out an amused chuckle, one of his hands coming down on my shoulder, squeezing it through my hospital gown. I flinch a bit as I didn’t expect him to touch me. “Ye’ll be fine. I’ll take the fall if it comes down to it.” His touch was gentle.

I go to argue with him again because it’s likely that it wouldn't work and wouldn’t matter, but I decide against it. Only then does his hand return to the other handle of the wheelchair. 

That’s one thing I’ve noticed about men like Soap. They’re much more touchy than you would think they would be. Most folks think that military men would have an aversion to touch, they think that these men are the epitome of their versions of masculinity. Men like Soap, though? They have no problems giving each other a hug, have no quarrels giving each other a forehead bump with each other. Hell, when you’re stuck in the middle of a blizzard, you don’t get choices; you huddle and cuddle, or you fucking die.

Soap’s touch, though.. His hand was heavy, big. Radiating heat like a portable heater through my hospital gown. It makes me wonder if his teammates are the same? They’re all in one task force, they must have seen some shit together, been through shit together. Hm. 

Soap could’ve survived the harsh winters I had been through due to him. 

Maybe. Maybe not.

I shouldn’t keep thinking of him right now, not when I don’t have to, but he won’t fucking leave my brain. I can almost hear his voice sometimes and it’s absolutely nauseating. I can’t say that I was the closest to him, but I was pretty damn up there in his ranks. I was always a go-to for a multitude of things. Things I no longer wish to fucking remember. Maybe he should’ve ended me right now. Maybe I should’ve finished the job when I got the chance.

His men were kind of touchy which was never surprising to me. Being under harsh conditions together, relying on each other to keep the other safe? It creates a bond like no other. They tended to be touchy with me in due time, too. I’m not sure how I was able to handle it for so long. Every brush of their hands on my shoulders, every shoulder and elbow bump, it felt like hot irons painfully maiming my skin, branding me for everything I’ve done.

He was touchy at times, too. It made me wanna vomit. 

..Well, now it does. At the moment, though, not really. Which just.. Makes everything worse. One part of me wishes I refused the assignment. I truly fucking feel like I should’ve. Now he’s everywhere in my life, invading the parts he was never supposed to be in. It’s not like I exactly expected this assignment to go incredibly smoothly, no. That’s quite frankly really fucking stupid to do, but I at least expected this to be smoother than it has been. Perhaps that’s been my flaw this entire time, I’m not sure. 

With him, you can never know. That’s one thing that I had to learn pretty damn quick. If you thought you knew what his plans were, you better backtrack five steps and rethink it all because you are definitely not on the right track. I guess that’s one thing I can give him; he’s always been intelligent, so much so to an annoying degree. With every report I gave, it felt like everything I was finding out was contradictory to my previous report. Even now, is the information I’m giving the 141 accurate? 

I’m not even sure anymore, not after the fact that he left me alive in that warehouse. I seriously doubt he left me alive for a reason. He’s the one who’s always put two in the head to make sure the person was dead. That’s perhaps the singular good thing he ever taught me.

I feel those leathers hands on my shoulders in my dreams.

There’s a touch on my shoulder and I jolt out of my thoughts, jerking my shoulder away, causing a lightning bolt of pain to pulse through my arm. I hiss, my hand grabbing my shoulder. “Shit,” Soap’s voice filters through my ears, and it does little to calm my pounding heart. When did it start pumping this hard..? “Are ye alrigh’? Didnae mean to startle you.” 

Fucking hell.

My hand is on my chest, feeling the desperate pound underneath. I realize I haven’t answered him and I give him a little nod. “Just startled me, is all.” I croak out. It takes me a second to look around, to get my bearings. “Was worried for a sec, was talkin’ an’ ya didn’t respond. Couldn’t tell if you were spaced out or ignorin’ me.” Soap jests. We’re still in a hallway, but possibly a different wing?--- The hallway of my ward had a long red strip in the middle of the wall, following the hallway. The stripe on this wall is yellow. I need to focus and pay attention, Jesus Christ. 

“Was thinking,” I utter. “Sorry.”

“About?” Soap begins to push the wheelchair again; my fingers twitch around the IV pole. How am I supposed to explain that? Do I lie? Do I tell the truth? 

How am I supposed to tell him I was thinking about him?

“Just..” I begin, my lip twitching as I rack my brain for an excuse. “I had a—”

“OI!”

I flinch at the booming voice from down the hall, jolting so hard in my wheelchair it scoots forward a bit. My free hand instinctively forms into a fist as suddenly, it was an empty hall and now I’m back in a fucking warehouse with a pistol in my hands. The, the fucking smell of the warehouse burns my nose, the concrete floor caked in blood and somebody’s organs—looks like a kidney, honestly. I don’t fucking know, what the fuck is happening? My hand is shaking; my finger is still on the trigger. My hand is vibrating. I pulled it, didn’t I? I glance forwards where the puddle is and there’s two bodies. I don’t.. I don’t remember their names, but fucking hell. 

“Don’t fret over them. They lived and died like the dogs they were.”

‘They were fucking human beings! They had lives, fucking friends and family, aspirations! Don’t tell me who and what to not fret over, you fucking freak!’ I try to scream at him—he’s behind me. My mouth opens and it’s moving, but nothing is leaving. I cough and choke, dropping the pistol, which rattles against the ground with a clank. My throat is tight and I reach for it, my eyebrows furrowed. I pull my fingers back and they’re slick and hot with my blood.

Fuck. FUCK. 

I blink; he stands in front of me, holding the pistol. His fucking.. Leather gloves, holding the grip, his finger hovering over the trigger. Am I dreaming? 

Please fucking tell me I’m dreaming.

The gun is aimed at my head and my hands naturally raise upwards—fuck, I can’t stop shaking! Cold sweat drips down my temple—he aims at my stomach and the pistol fires, so loud that my ears ring. I flinch, and I feel horrible bile bubble up in my throat as fierce, hot pain lights up my stomach. I try to talk but that vomit decides to bubble and hurl out of my mouth. I bend over, my eyes filling with hot tears.

It hurts—it hurts so fucking bad and none of this makes sense. 

It fucking burns.

I blink—and I gasp, and suddenly I’m back in the hospital. My vision is blurring, I’m laying down on something—it hurts, it hurts it hurts it hurts—

“I know it does, I know.” A deep voice says. Soap? 

..M–

No, it’s Soap. Soap.

It isn’t him.

There’s hands on my wrists, holding them down at my sides as someone wraps something around my head, something bumping against my nostrils. I feel vomit bubble out of my mouth and—then it’s dark.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been out, but my head fucking hurts. And so does my stomach.. And my back… and my jaw. Along with everything else.

I feel myself laying on a plush surface; there’s some soft beeping present, too. My throat aches and I find it hard to open my eyes. It takes a few minutes, definitely. Once I’m able to open my eyes, I squint to adjust my eyes to the room. The familiar room comes into focus with the red stripe in the room; it’s dark, it’s night-time. My hand comes up to my face, feeling an oxygen tube on my nose. I groan softly and I try to move my other hand, but something is restricting it..?

Don’t tell me.

I lift my head and I look down. My heart drops, seeing one of my wrists shackled back to the railing of the hospital bed via handcuffs. I swallow some spit that accumulated in my mouth before letting my head drop back down onto the pillow. It did nothing to soothe the ache in my throat. “Fuck.” I croak out. Of course—I lose privileges. For something that wasn’t my fault.

I’m alone.

Moments like these make me wish I could retreat into my mind and hide like I did when I was in that warehouse, or when I had committed violent crimes for him. I could blink one moment and I would be in a different room. There’s probably a lot that I don’t remember—I’m not sure how my recounts will be useful. Maybe it’s because when it comes to Makarov, it’s not like he’ll be subjected to an international court.

If they get their hands on the monster, they’ll kill him. Torture him, maybe. I don’t know. Nobody follows rules all of the time, that’s for sure.

I hear the hospital door swing open and my eyes immediately flicker over to it—I see Soap walk in with two plates of food. His eyes glance over to me and he lights up for a moment before he looks a bit somber. “Hey, you’re awake.” Soap utters; his voice is a special type of soft. Guilt, probably. “Yeah.” I respond quietly, my handcuffed hand twitching a bit. He walks over and grabs the rolling over-bed tray, carefully rolling it over my lower body. My eyes track his movements as he does. Soap sets the plate down before clicking a button on my bed, slowly sitting up the head of it.

I glance down at the food. I’m definitely hungry, but I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to hold down. I wince, the pain jaw aching from the angle change. “Sorry.” Soap murmurs, his own plate of food in one hand, the other reaching back to drag a chair closer to my bed. I just hum, closing my eyes for a moment in an attempt to calm the throbbing in my jaw. My eyes open after a moment and I look at the food once more. Definitely more appetizing now, and I notice Soap only got light foods, stuff you can hold down with an upset stomach.

“I’m sorry,” Soap utters, leaning closer, picking at his food. I look at him, seeing how his brow is furrowed and he’s kind of pouting. My lip twitches from the display. He looks up from his plate to me, lifting his plastic fork to dig it into the fat of his lower frowning lip. “You were right, y’know? Handcuffed ‘cause of me.” He mumbles, letting out a sigh. He seems genuinely apologetic, and a bit guilty for what happened earlier. 

“Partially my fault,” I respond, trying to minimize the movement of my jaw. “Had a little freak out. I don’t do so well with yelling, it seems.”

“So you say.” Soap immediately quips before he sinks down a little. “Too much?”

“Just a bit.”

He nods in response, eating a little piece of overly cooked steak. “Got it.” Soap chews it and swallows it, eyeing me. “Not eatin’, hm? Pain?”

I let out a tense sigh and I mutter a quick, “yeah”. Without missing a beat, Soap leans over and clicks the nurse button in order for a nurse to come to my room. “Bit weird, I thought it was on a dispensary timer.” He responds, but gives a shrug. His eyes scan my face, which causes me to look away for a moment because his eye contact is, I don’t know. It’s bothering me right now. “Do ye want t’talk about what happened?” Soap questions. I can hear food in his mouth.

Do I want to talk about what happened? Would it be for the record?

“I don’t know.” I respond honestly. “I barely remember it.” That isn’t exactly a lie. “It makes me feel like I’m losing it if I do.”

I glance at Soap and he takes a moment to process my words, chewing whatever's stuffed into his mouth from his plate. “Everybody has their demons, [name],” Soap murmurs, his voice deep and gritty. His words hold a heavy weight to them, and I feel a metaphorical weight on my chest for a second. “There’s no shame.”

I let out a huff. “I’m not the first, and I won’t be the last, huh?” I mumble. “Aye.” Soap responds. He goes to speak once more, but a nurse, the one from the beginning, walks in with a concerned face. “What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice tight. I swallow hard. “My, uh, jaw.. Everything else, it all hurts.” I try to explain, trying to keep my voice steady but there’s an uncomfortable croak to it.

I watch the nurse walk over to the IV pole and fiddle with the lines. I then close my eyes and lay my head back against the pillow properly, the nausea kind of getting to me. I have this uncomfortable, empty feeling in my belly and it’s almost anxiety inducing. Maybe it’s from anxiety in general. I don't know. 

How do you recover from something like this? Do I deserve to recover from something like this? After everything that I’ve done in the name for the “greater good”, something both my handler and Makarov told me.. Two sides to the same coin. Was all of the bloodshed and death worth it? 

Was any of it worth it?

Maybe this is something I’ll be thinking about until I die. Hell, I really did think I would die before coming back here. I thought maybe one day I would slip up on a random loyalty test Makarov would administer and he would be done with me right then and there. I wonder if dying then would’ve been better? Oh, I slipped up and failed my mission, I wouldn’t have to be here to suffer the consequences.

Maybe that’s why I am still here. To suffer any consequence of what I’ve contributed to, and done. I wonder if they will still see use, or value in me once they get the information they need from me. Will they discard me like a toy so easily just as Makarov had? Breaking someone is easy, but it depends on how good someone is able to put the pieces back together. I’m certainly broken, even though I don’t want to think about it.

But will they be able to put the pieces back together?

..Will I?

The pain in my jaw eases as well as my ribs and stomach. I think I can eat now.

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I saw you hc L as autistic so maybe him with an autistic reader who's not the quiet type? (flappy hands, vocal stims, loud music instead of noise cancelling headphones; idk how to explain it)

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Summary: Headcanons for L Lawliet x reader. Both are autistic, but polar opposites in how they do things/handle their autism.

Credits: L Lawliet- Death Note, Divider- Benkeibear, Cover picture- Pinterest

A/n: Grrr I love getting to write for L! He's such a goober and I love getting to elaborate on my general headcanons for characters <3 ALSO 🦇 anon left a little bit ago, but I am still fulfilling this request they left for me so if you want the anon name, feel free to take it

Thank you so much for requesting!

Autistic!L Lawliet x Autistic!Reader who are polar opposites

L has always been rather quiet, even as a child

He didn't start talking until about 6, and even then he only began talking because it communicated his needs more efficiently

He prefers quiet spaces and being alone, because it allows him to focus more

He also hates chaos or unplanned things. If he has time to plan something out to a T, he can make sure nothing will go wrong, therefore insuring the safety of everyone

This being said, he never thought you were someone he'd remotely like being around, let alone dating you

No offense, but you are literally everything he hates

And when he comes into contacts with the things that make him uncomfortable (such as chaos, loudness, etc) he can get panicky

He will quickly become overwhelmed and irritable, meaning the littlest things can make him snap

If he can't focus how can he save the world? If the world isn't saved by him than who will do it? Panicking isn't helping though, it's making things worse. Oh god, he can't stop! He can't think straight long enough to calm down!

And then kaboom, he basically just shuts down

The second he met you he was on his guard, knowing this likely wouldn't end well

He prefers to not work with people, but he can handle them as long as they're quiet

This is entirely out of the question

As you can guess, your first meeting is almost a disaster

Well, everyone else didn't know it was a disaster of course. They actually thought it went pretty well!

But in actuality, L was completely overwhelmed by you

Not even you actually, just the idea that you might overwhelm him

TLDR: He became overwhelmed thinking about how overwhelmed you might make him, so you essentially did nothing wrong lol

After this, he keeps his distance

Of course though, this makes for a bad work environment

So he nervously invites you into his hotel room and explains things to you

How he feels around you, explaining his autism (which he refuses to do under normal circumstances), and asking you to explain yours as well so he can formulate an arrangement for you to be around each other without causing him to panic

After this communication is had, working together is a lot smoother

He considers you a better acquaintance than the rest of his employees

Meaning he feels closer to you

However, when you begin dating your differences are just another quirk to him that he finds endearing

He loves to see you get excited and flap your hands, he loves to see you dance to your loud music, he loves all of it

If he isn't in the headspace for loudness though, he will of course inform you before going off to be alone

If you want to try to accommodate his preferences into your behaviors is up to you, but he is perfectly happy either way

He finds himself feeling safe around you because of your loudness

Like, you are a German Shepard and he is a hurt bird

He'll hide behind you with his big ol' eyes staring at his surroundings while you fight off anyone that might be too much for him

And being exposed to you all the time helps him expose himself little by little to things that would previously make him very uncomfortable

For example, he can now go out in public without panicking over how many people there are and how many things could go wrong for short bursts of time

And he is now fine with soft music playing in the background while he works rather than just total silence the entire time

He also likes that having you around means you can do the talking for both of you and he doesn't have to actually break his focus for anything

the goobies <33

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Famous Last Words (An Ode To Eaters) | Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion/OFC | Bones and All AU

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est. final wc: 10,500

current wc: 6,619

Ever since she can remember, Nyra has led a lonesome life fueled by her desire for flesh. To sink her teeth into it and rip it from the bone, feeling the pulse of her poor victim beating against her mouth. She lives drifting from place to place, giving in to this ravenous hunger that controls her, leaving nothing but devastation in her wake. But Nyra yearns for something else; a connection that she cannot quite place and it is only when she meets fellow eater Astarion that she finds it. It terrifies her, this intimacy. It is a thing she never thought she would know in her lifetime and yet here it is, in the form of the pale elf. Together, they traverse the country and fall into their gruesome routine, finding themselves becoming closer. Inseparable. A sense of normalcy and comfort washes over them that Nyra can't seem to settle into. Something is out there, watching them, and at every stop, she can feel it getting closer.

Urn | Cyberpunk 2077 | Johnny Silverhand/OFC

est. final wc: 25,000 (3 chapters)

current wc: 0

She watches from the church parking lot as animals are taken to slaughter. Looks into their sweet, mournful eyes from holes in shit covered trailers. Hers water. A dust storm is blowing through a town in middle-of-nowhere Texas and she’s in the thick of it. Letting the dirt erode her, the wind rock her from side to side. The storm howls. Shouts vile things in her ears that she cannot understand. It is violent — biblical in its anger. She listens.  Jessica Ferreira has lived in the same town her entire life and has, above all, learned to listen. 

Whistleblower | Resident Evil | Leon Kennedy/OFC

est. final wc: 50,000 (10 Chapters)

current wc: 0

Amateur reporter Lana Laguerre is going against every NDA, every penny and dime of hush money to expose what happened in Raccoon City. All the while, Leon Kennedy is desperately urging her to let it die. Her life hangs in the balance of this earth-shattering expose. Its 1999 and wounds are fresh in a city alive and teeming with endless possibility. Will Lana live long enough to see her story through?

Thoroughfare | Red Dead Redemption 2 | Arthur Morgan/ OFC

est. final wc: 15,000

current wc: 0

Arthur thought this would be easy. Rob the store and get out. Now with a shotgun at his temple, he can’t help but fear that his life is about to end. Ana’s has only just begun.

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Fallout (TV and game), Baldur's Gate 3, Dragon Age, Stardew Valley, Saints Row, Cyberpunk 2077, Red Dead Redemption 2, Watch Dogs/Watch Dogs 2

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hey there! if i already sent this ask, then sorry for sending it again! bcs last night i really am not sure if it was a dream that i sent an ask? i have my ocs information and are wondering if you could match him up with a kny hashira? tysm!

Akito Fujimoto — Hashira

Age: 22

Height: 200cm

Gender: Male || Sexuality: Gay (… very gay)

Appearance: Has red fluffy hair that falls to his waist. Half of it is put into a neat bun. He also has a black army hat, with the word “KILL” in kanji embroidered on the front and centre. The man has bangs that hide his burn scars and missing left eyeball. His mouth is exposed. He has a mechanical right arm and padding for it. The uniform’s sleeve is cut off for the right side and the other side is the usual long sleeves. He has a haori that kinda just like… drapes on his left shoulder until his upper torso.

Personality: He’s often quiet and doesn’t talk often. Fireworks and any other loud noises get him all angry and raged (which fuels him for battle, hence why he uses guns). Although, he has a certain soft spot for people he likes. Akito used to serve in the Japanese army for a while before turning to demon slaying. 

Weapons: Big. Freaking. Arm. Gun. The man uses his mechanical arm for battle, being able to exchange the gun attachment to any other bigger or smaller gun. He can also do hand to hand combat is he wanted to.

Hobbies: He enjoys playing musical instruments as well as just… chilling on the porch and drinking tea.

im not actually sure if your kny ships are still open, but tysm!

Hey hey!! Thank you for the request!! I hope you enjoy!!

I ship you with Tengen Uzui!!

Tengen’s flamboyant and lively personality contrasts with Akito’s quiet and reserved nature, creating a balanced and complementary partnership.

Both have strong protective instincts and a dedication to their comrades, enhancing their teamwork and mutual support.

Tengen’s sound-based attacks and brute strength pair well with Akito’s ranged precision and strategic thinking, making them a versatile and formidable team.

Akito’s disciplined and duty-driven nature would resonate with Tengen’s own sense of responsibility and commitment to his comrades.

Tengen’s protective nature and commitment to justice align with Akito’s motivations, creating a strong foundation for mutual respect and support.

Their shared interest in music and relaxation would foster a deeper connection and provide moments of respite from their duties.

Tengen’s appreciation for the arts would resonate with Akito’s musical interests, providing common ground for bonding.

Tengen’s sound-based attacks and brute strength would pair well with Akito’s ranged precision, allowing for coordinated and multifaceted battle strategies.

Akito's precision and adaptability in combat would complement Tengen’s versatile and powerful attacks, creating a well-rounded combat team.

Akito's reserved nature would be balanced by Tengen’s outgoing personality, creating a dynamic where Tengen could help Akito open up.

Tengen’s outgoing nature would complement Akito’s quiet demeanor, while his compassion could help soothe Akito’s rage and bring out his soft side.

Tengen, with his own combat background, would appreciate and respect Akito’s military experience, fostering mutual understanding and camaraderie.

His experience and strategic skills complement Akito’s disciplined military approach, making them a well-rounded team.

His imposing presence and unique weaponry would pair well with Tengen’s physical strength, creating a formidable duo.

Tengen’s physical prowess and combat style would complement Akito’s mechanized weaponry, allowing for versatile combat strategies.

Akito's striking appearance and unique style would complement Tengen’s flamboyance, making them a visually compelling pair.

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Hello, Thelen! I was wondering if you might have any information on Tearing Paper, especially regarding the death of? (I am aware there was apparently a sudden disease but not much more than that?)

Good day, friends! This is the second request I received about Tearing Paper (the first being from Campus Security Being Rev). Let me gather the public information for you!

Here is what I have on the notorious breaking-and-entering specialist Tearing Paper.

TP, as she was called by her colleagues, is a Kenku with Magpie colourings in her feathers. She made a name for herself through offering her services as an "item retrieval technician" to the aristocracy, sort of mercenary work where someone would contract her to ostensibly steal BACK something that had been taken from them.

She joined the Foxe and Sittowe Delivery Guild as an extension of her usual duties around 19 years ago. She worked with the guild as an independent actor until she was assigned to the adventuring party The Horizon, about which I am sure you already know.

Regarding her untimely passing, there was an outbreak of a particularly virulent illness that affected melancholic individuals, and TP was exposed to it. Her condition degenerated rapidly, and while it was possible to remove the illness, much more work would have needed to be done to restore her to a livable condition. It was her demand to be allowed to perish instead of attempting to rehabilitate. Unfortunately, avian humanoids are more susceptible to damage from sickness because of their unique biology.

She was cremated, and is interred in a private burial site belonging to the Foxe and Sittowe Guild, their mausoleum just south of the guild hall.

You can also find the documents from her guild registration here.

Does this fulfill your request?

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WASHINGTON (AP) — In a case with potentially far-reaching press freedom implications, a federal judge in Washington is weighing whether to hold in contempt a veteran journalist who has refused to identify her sources for stories about a Chinese American scientist who was investigated by the FBI but never charged.

The judge previously ordered former Fox News reporter Catherine Herridge, who now works at CBS, to be interviewed under oath about her sources for a series of stories about Yanping Chen. Chen, who was investigated for years on suspicions she may have lied on immigration forms related to work on a Chinese astronaut program, has since sued the government, saying details about the probe were leaked to damage her reputation.

But after Herridge refused to divulge to Chen’s lawyers how she acquired her information, the scientist’s attorneys are asking U.S. District Judge Christopher Cooper to hold the reporter in contempt — a sanction that could result in steep monetary fines until she complies.

The long-running lawsuit, now nearing a crucial decision point, represents the collision of competing interests: a journalist’s professional obligation to protect sources and an individual’s right to pursue compensation over perceived privacy violations by the government. It’s being closely watched by media advocates, who say forcing journalists to betray a promise of confidentiality could make sources think twice before providing information to reporters that could expose government wrongdoing.

“Allowing confidential sources to be ordered revealed means that the public will have less information. The more significant the story, the more significant topic, the greater the loss to the public in not knowing the truth about what’s going on,” said longtime First Amendment attorney Floyd Abrams. Abrams represented New York Times reporter Judith Miller, who spent 85 days in jail after being held in contempt for refusing to divulge a source in an investigation of leaks about an undercover CIA agent.

It’s not clear when the judge might rule on Chen's request to hold Herridge in contempt.

The judge acknowledged the stakes in an August decision that forced Herridge to be interviewed, writing, “The Court recognizes both the vital importance of a free press and the critical role that confidential sources play in the work of investigative journalists like Herridge."

But Cooper said that “Chen’s need for the requested evidence overcomes Herridge’s qualified First Amendment privilege in this case.”

The stories by Herridge were published and aired by Fox News in 2017, one year after the Justice Department told Chen she would not face any charges in its yearslong investigation into whether she may have concealed her former membership in the Chinese military on U.S. immigration forms.

The reports examined Chen's former alleged ties to the Chinese military and whether she had used a professional school she founded in Virginia to help the Chinese government get information about American servicemembers. They relied on what her lawyers contend were items leaked from the probe, including snippets of an FBI document summarizing an interview, personal photographs, and information taken from her immigration and naturalization forms and from an internal FBI PowerPoint presentation.

Herridge was interviewed under oath in September by a lawyer for Chen, but declined dozens of times to answer questions about her sources, saying at one point: “My understanding is that the courts have ruled that in order to seek further judicial review in this case, I must now decline the order, and respectfully I am invoking my First Amendment rights in declining to answer the question.”

Herridge’s attorney, Patrick Philbin, who served as deputy White House counsel during the Trump administration, said that forcing the journalist to turn over her source or sources would destroy her credibility and hurt her career.

“The First Amendment interest in protecting journalists’ sources is at its highest in cases, like this, involving reporting on national security,” Philbin wrote in court papers. “And confidentiality is critical for government sources who may face punishment for speaking to the press.”

In a statement, Fox News said that “sanctioning a journalist for protecting a confidential source is not only against the First Amendment but would have a chilling effect on journalism across the country as the ability to hold truth to power is essential in a democracy.”

The network said it fully supports Herridge’s position. CBS News said it does as well, asserting in its own statement that the motion for contempt “should be concerning to all Americans who value the role of the free press in our democracy and understand that reliance on confidential sources is critical to the mission of journalism.”

Legal fights over whether journalists should have to divulge a source are rare, though they’ve arisen several times in the last couple decades in Privacy Act cases like the one filed by Chen. Some lawsuits have ended with a hefty Justice Department settlement in place of a journalist being forced to reveal a source, an outcome that remains possible in Herridge’s case.

In 2008, for instance, the Justice Department agreed to pay $5.8 million to settle a lawsuit by Army scientist Steven Hatfill, who was falsely identified as a person of interest in the 2001 Anthrax attacks. That settlement resulted in a contempt order being vacated against a journalist who was being asked to name her sources.

In Herridge’s case, the scientist’s lawyers say they’re seeking a fine that would increase over time until she identifies her source. Unlike in Miller’s situation, it’s a private plaintiff demanding to know the identity of the source rather than representatives of the Justice Department.

Courts have recognized that journalists have a limited privilege to keep confidential their sources, allowing reporters to block subpoenas in the past. But judges in some cases, like Herridge’s, have found that privilege can be outweighed by the need for the information if the person seeking the source has failed to find it through other means.

Many states have reporter shields, which offer various protections from subpoenas and the forced disclosure of sources, but there is no such protection in federal law. Gabe Rottman, of the Reporters Committee for Freedom of the Press, said Herridge’s case is a stark illustration of the need for a federal shield law.

“If sources can’t be given credible assurances of confidentiality, they won’t come forward,” said Rottman, director of the group's Technology and Press Freedom Project. “And that chills the free flow of information to the public and it limits journalists' ability to do their jobs.”

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A Message from Captain Paul Watson inside Nuuk Prison

Justice Delayed is Justice Denied

Written by Captain Paul Watson inside Nuuk Prison

October 2, 2024

Today is my 73rd day of incarceration in Nuuk prison and it was my 4th appearance in the Greenland court. It was what I expected, the judge refused documentation and arguments from my defense team and ordered me detained for an additional 28 days. That means 91 days on a bogus accusation on a very minor offense from 14 years ago for something I did not participate in.

It’s a classic case of “Justice delayed is Justice denied.”

The court has all the evidence, they have all the information needed to make a decision. It is clearly quite political.

The judge sat the bench like a stone

Evidence he denied to be shown

The prosecutor scowled

With contempt for the crowd

Her bias reflected in her tone

And so my friends it’s back to my cell with a view, where I can see the icebergs in the fjord and the occasional breach of a humpback whale to remind me why I am here.

I can endure the time for however long it takes. My only concern, my only regret is separation from my wife and our two little boys. I am not here because I am a criminal. I am here for opposing a criminal enterprise with the most deadly of weapons – a camera.

With our cameras we exposed the crimes of the Japanese whaling industry and in so doing, we embarrassed the proud nation of Japan, bringing their unlawful activities into the living rooms of millions of people around the world with our Animal Planet television show “Whale Wars.”

Japanese whaling is not a criminal enterprise because I say so. It is a criminal operation for violating the 1986 International Whaling Commission’s Global Moratorium on Commercial Whaling. Japan’s argument of it being a research effort and non-commercial was shut down in 2014 by the world’s highest court, the International Court of Justice (ICJ) in the Hague. This ruled that slaughtering whales in the Southern Ocean Whale Sanctuary was not research. It is commercial.

The whalers went to sea you see,

To see how many whales to kill, you see

We caught them in the act

An indisputable fact

And drove them from the sea, you see

In addition, the Japanese whalers deliberately rammed and destroyed a two million (US) dollar catamaran, broke the rib of an Animal Planet cameraman, pitching 6 crewmembers into the frigid waters of the Southern Ocean, refusing to rescue them. In the face of the documented violence, the whalers suffered no consequences. When the Greenlandic prosecutor claims that a single Japanese whaler suffered a blister on his cheek, from the chemical pepper spray from his own crew, something she describes as a crime of severity, it illustrates the almost comical absurdity of the charges.

What she claims is trespassing is captured on film showing Pete Bethune politely knocking on the wheelhouse door of the Shonan Maru, the door opens, he hands the Japanese captain a letter of complaint and a request for compensation for the ship they deliberately destroyed. The Japanese response was to kidnap Captain Bethune and to transport him to Japan to charge him with trespassing, obstruction of business, and assault. He was interrogated daily until he confessed to the charges although he refused to confess to assault.

It was only after a coerced confession that he was brought before a judge where a deal was made. A suspended sentence in exchange for a statement that I ordered him to take these actions. He was then released and allowed to return home and a warrant was issued against me for conspiracy.

After his release, Pete Bethune signed an affidavit stating he lied in exchange for the suspended sentence. His accusation was the sole evidence that Japan used against me, but despite the retraction by Captain Bethune, the Japanese prosecutor refused to drop the charges against me.

The whalers sliced his boat in two

Our cameras have proved this true

Pete Bethune was kidnapped

The evidence was scrapped

By the criminal whaling crew

What makes my incarceration bearable is the tremendous worldwide support I am receiving. Hundreds of thousands of names signing petitions for my release. So many demonstrations in hundreds of places around the globe, thousands of calls to the Danish Embassies and Consulates, the support of world leaders like President Macron of France and President Lula of Brazil, numerous celebrities, concerts held on my behalf. Such an incredible outpouring of love and support all brought together by our collective love and respect for whales and dolphins, diversity and interdependence of all life in the sea and on land.

The enemy has been clearly identified

Five thousand people from many a state

Protesting with actions, petitions and art

All united in opposing cetacide

It’s compassion we seek to instigate

Fired by courage born deep in the heart.

I am so very grateful for the 2,300 letters I have received in prison from over 30 countries. I am especially grateful and very much touched by the hundreds of letters from children, many accompanied with drawings of whales or poems.

Every poem, every drawing of a whale

Sent by children from around the Ocean

Delivered here behind this prison wall

Provides a storm of hope to fill my soul

Unleashing a tsunami of emotion

From across the blue shroud I hear them call.

I am in this prison cell for another four weeks, so please continue to raise your voices. It means a great deal and it is effective. Please continue to contact Danish Embassies and Consulates. And please continue to send me your letters, drawings, and poems. The prison guards tell me they have never seen anyone receive so much mail and your letters very much reflect the level of support. It also keeps me busy because I read every piece of mail. I try to answer as many as I can although it has been difficult because I am still recovering from the handcuff injury to my writing hand (my left hand). However, when I am released, I will answer every letter with a certificate of appreciation for your support. You all give me strength.

My Nordic jail cell has an amazing view,

Of the wild wide fjord that lies before me

Studded with jagged bergy bits of ice

Where great whales breach upon the Ocean blue

Happy and free in the Greenlandic sea

A wondrous site worthy of sacrifice.

Captain Paul Watson

Nuuk Prison, Greenland

To send letters to Paul in prison, please address them to:

Anstalten Prison

c/o Paul Watson

Nuuk, Greenland

DK-3900

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“The Spirit of truth will come and guide you in all truth.”

“We see now that You are aware of everything and You reveal things at the proper time.”

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 16th chapter of the book of John:

Jesus: I am telling you all of this so that you may avoid the offenses that are coming. The time will come when they will kick you out of the synagogue because some believe God desires them to execute you as an act of faithful service. They will do this because they don’t know the Father, or else they would know Me. I’m telling you all this so that when it comes to pass you will remember what you have heard. It was not important for Me to give you this information in the beginning when I was with you. But now, I am going to the One who has sent Me, and none of you ask Me, “Where are You going?”

I know that hearing news like this is overwhelming and sad. But the truth is that My departure will be a gift that will serve you well, because if I don’t leave, the great Helper will not come to your aid. When I leave, I will send Him to you. When He arrives, He will uncover the sins of the world, expose unbelief as sin, and allow all to see their sins in the light of righteousness for the first time. This new awareness of righteousness is important because I am going to the Father and will no longer be present with you. The Spirit will also carry My judgment because the one who rules in this world has already been defeated.

I have so much more to say, but you cannot absorb it right now. The Spirit of truth will come and guide you in all truth. He will not speak His own words to you; He will speak what He hears, revealing to you the things to come and bringing glory to Me. The Spirit has unlimited access to Me, to all that I possess and know, just as everything the Father has is Mine. That is the reason I am confident He will care for My own and reveal the path to you. For a little while you will not see Me; but after that, a time will come when you will see Me again.

Some of His Disciples: What does He mean? “I’ll be here, and then I won’t be here, because I’ll be with the Father”?

Other Disciples: What is He saying? “A little while”? We don’t understand.

Jesus knew they had questions to ask of Him, so He approached them.

Jesus: Are you trying to figure out what I mean when I say you will see Me in a little while? I tell you the truth, a time is approaching when you will weep and mourn while the world is celebrating. You will grieve, but that grief will give birth to great joy. In the same way that a woman labors in great pain during childbirth only to forget the intensity of the pain when she holds her child, when I return, your labored grief will also change into a joy that cannot be stolen.

When all this transpires, you will finally have the answers you have been seeking. I tell you the truth, anything you ask of the Father in My name, He will give to you. Until this moment, you have not sought after anything in My name. Ask and you will receive so that you will be filled with joy.

I have been teaching you all of these truths through stories and metaphors, but the time is coming for Me to speak openly and directly of the Father.

The day is coming when you will make a request in My name, but I will not represent you before the Father. You will be heard directly by the Father. The Father loves you because you love Me and know that I come from the Father. I came from the Father into the cosmos, but soon I will leave it and return to the Father.

Disciples: We hear You speaking clearly and not in metaphors. How could we misunderstand? We see now that You are aware of everything and You reveal things at the proper time. So we do not need to question You, because we believe You have come from God.

Jesus: So you believe now? Be aware that a time is coming when you will be scattered like seeds. You will return to your own way, and I will be left alone. But I will not be alone, because the Father will be with Me. I have told you these things so that you will be whole and at peace. In this world, you will be plagued with times of trouble, but you need not fear; I have triumphed over this corrupt world order.

The Book of John, Chapter 16 (The Voice)

A set of notes from The Voice translation:

As Jesus warns of the mistreatment His followers can expect, He disarms fears by noting the most important things. If the Spirit is within, there is no reason to fear. In fact, the church will thrive under persecution. Yet humans are obsessed with power and political prominence as a means to influence the culture. Christian citizens have an obligation to strive for justice and freedom through the transforming power of the Spirit in people’s lives. Rather than exerting temporal power, the real work of the Kingdom often thrives under fierce attack and opposition. Jesus announces this coming persecution to His followers, believing this will lead to their finest hour.

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The promise of eternity is a reminder that God’s children are made for a renewed world. There is great comfort amid fear, knowing believers will be reunited with Jesus and joined with the Father. As believers labor together in this world—enduring pain, loss, and unfulfilled desires—they should be encouraged that in eternity all needs will be fulfilled in the presence of God.

Today’s paired reading from the First Testament is the 28th chapter of the book of Genesis:

Isaac called Jacob to him, blessed him again, and instructed him.

Isaac: You are not to marry one of the Canaanite women. Get up and pack your things, go to Paddan-aram to the house of Bethuel (your mother’s father), and find a wife there among Laban’s daughters. (Laban is your mother’s brother.) May the All-Powerful God bless you, make you fruitful, and multiply your descendants so that you will give rise to nation after nation! May God give to you and to your children in this inheritance all of the blessings of Abraham, so that you might someday possess the land where you now live as a foreigner—a land that was promised by God to Abraham.

So Isaac sent Jacob away, and he went to Paddan-aram to Laban, son of Bethuel the Aramean and brother of Rebekah (Jacob and Esau’s mother).

Now Esau saw that his father, Isaac, had again blessed Jacob and sent him to Paddan-aram to find a wife there, instructing him not to marry any of the Canaanite women. He learned, too, that Jacob had gone there just as his father and mother both wanted. So, realizing his father did not like his Canaanite wives, Esau went to see Ishmael and took Mahalath, the daughter of Ishmael (Abraham’s other son) and the sister of Nebaioth, to be his wife in addition to the two others.

Meanwhile Jacob left Beersheba and traveled toward Haran. As dusk approached one day, he came to a place where he could stay for the night. He saw stones scattered all around and put one of them under his head; then he lay down to sleep. During the night, God gave him a dream. He saw a ladder set up on the earth, and its top reached to the heavens. He saw some messengers of God ascending and descending on it. At the very top stood the Eternal One.

Eternal One: I am the Eternal One, the God of Abraham your father and the God of Isaac. The land on which you are now lying is the land I have promised to give to you and your descendants. Your descendants will be as many as there are specks of dust on the earth. You will spread out to the west, east, north, and south. Through your descendants, all the families of the earth will find true blessing. Know I am with you, and I will watch over you no matter where you go. One day I will bring you back to this land. I will not leave you until I have done all I have promised you.

The dream ended, and Jacob woke up from his sleep.

Jacob (to himself): There is no doubt in my mind that the Eternal One is in this place—and I didn’t even know it!

But even as he said this, a bit of fear came over him.

Jacob: This place is absolutely awesome! It can be none other than the house of God and the gateway into heaven!

So early the next morning Jacob took the stone he had put under his head, set it up as a pillar, and then poured oil on top of it to commemorate his experience with God. He named that place Bethel, which means “house of God.” Before that the name of the city had been called Luz. Then Jacob made a vow.

Jacob: If God is going to be with me, keeping me safe on this journey and giving me bread to eat and clothing to wear so that I return to my father’s house in peace, then the Eternal will be my God. And this stone I have made into a pillar will be the first stone laid in God’s house. And Lord, of everything You give me, I will give one-tenth always back to You!

The Book of Genesis, Chapter 28 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

Dreams are a bit mysterious. There are many theories about what dreams are and why we dream, but no one knows for sure. What is sure is that at times in the Scriptures God uses dreams to reveal Himself to His covenant partners. Certainly not everyone has revelatory dreams, and not all dreams are revelatory. But sometimes, on special occasions, when it suits God’s purposes, dreams can be a vehicle to see, hear, and experience reality as God knows it. It happens here with Jacob, who has not yet fully embraced the Eternal as his God; and it continues to happen in both testaments with Joseph, Daniel, Peter, and others.

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Saturday, march 30 of 2024 with a paired chapter from each Testament (the First & the New) of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about grace and humility:

An honest person is invariably a humble person, since honesty compels the heart to confess the truth that it is quite often ignorant, incapable of understanding even the simplest matters of life, and entirely powerless to heal itself... People may argue over words, concepts, and abstractions, inflating their opinions above even the Reality they purport to define, but the humble soul acknowledges that he doesn't really know much about anything... And if "all the efforts of the human mind cannot exhaust the essence of a single fly," then how is it that people get puffed up and proud regarding their supposed knowledge of life itself? It is far better to approach life in deep reverence, wonder, love, and childlike trust than to profess your dogma based on pride and illusions...

To a visitor who described himself as a seeker after Truth the sage said, "If what you seek is Truth, there is one thing you must have above all else." "I know," said the man, "an overwhelming passion for it." "No," the sage replied, "rather an unremitting readiness to admit you may be wrong."

Ours is an age marked by suspicion, arrogance and severely impaired thinking. Gone are the days of respectful dialog and the use of intelligence and logic. The self-styled deconstructionists of today are emotionally incontinent solipsists who are so self-absorbed that they cannot tolerate any dissent from their own narrative and perspective. They are lost to themselves because they lack self-transcendence. In general the so-called "intellectuals" today have nothing to offer other than despair, anger, and veiled threats of violence.

Sadly the postmodern derangement syndrome has affected even established disciplines such as medicine and science, where opinion has been politicized and dogmatized for the sake of economic interests (i.e., worldly power). Be careful of those who think they have all the answers; beware of those who think they know better than others what is best for them! As C.S. Lewis forewarned: “Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive....Those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience. To be "cured" against one's will and cured of states which we may not regard as disease is to be put on a level of those who have not yet reached the age of reason or those who never will; to be classed with infants, imbeciles, and domestic animals" (God in the Dock).

It has been wisely said that “education is the process of turning cocksure ignorance into thoughtful uncertainty.” Intellectual humility means admitting to the humbling reality that we all have biases and blind spots and therefore we may be mistaken. Such humility is an intellectual mark of grace, since it is willing to allow others their own perspectives while we work through our own convictions and truth claims. The difference between a real scientist and a fraud is that the real scientist will question his or her conclusions and be tentative in declaring the implications of his research, whereas the fraudulent scientist will irrationally demand that his or her ideas be accepted without question.

"Into this pond were flushed the ashes of some four million people. And that was not done by gas. It was done by arrogance, it was done by dogma, it was done by ignorance. When people believe that they have absolute knowledge, with no test in reality, this is how they behave. This is what men do when they aspire to the knowledge of gods." Science is a very human form of knowledge. We are always at the brink of the known; we always feel forward for what is to be hoped. Every judgment in science stands on the edge of error and is personal. Science is a tribute to what we can know although we are fallible. In the end, the words were said by Oliver Cromwell: "I beseech you in the bowels of Christ: Think it possible you may be mistaken." (Jacob Bronowski)

We all walk by faith, but faith (by definition) implies that we do not have all the answers in front of our eyes. "We see through a glass darkly," and that means we should respect the deep complexity that is bound up in all things, and furthermore that we should acknowledge that we are still learning, still growing, still seeking the truth for our lives. Those who refuse to concede their own fundamental ignorance regarding most things in life are fooling themselves. “God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble” (James 4:6; Prov. 3:34).

Let me add that regarding matters of faith we cherish the truth of revelation and regard it of utmost concern, but this means knowing from a place of real humility, for what do we truly know of the unseen world and of the heavenly power? You may profess perfect doctrine and yet exist untruthfully, whereas you might not have perfect doctrine, but exist truthfully. The devil knows how to quote Scripture, and often does so, but is a devil still. We must follow the path of peace, even if that requires that we “overlook” some of our doctrinal convictions for the sake of love. I don't mean we should throw away our principles, God forbid, but we rather hold them with an inward passion that is at the same time willing to be overlooked, to suffer, to be misunderstood, and even to be mistreated by others. The key here is not to indulge in self-pity or resentment, which does us no good. And above all we ask God for divine wisdom. God is faithful and true; if we ask Him for bread, he won't give us a stone (Luke 11:11).

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Proverbs 3:34 reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/prov3-34-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/prov3-34-lesson.pdf

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from yesterday’s email by Israel365:

Our approach to our own religious growth must echo this lesson. We must understand that the optimal response to our own sins is repentance rather than penance. If we sin and then try to pay God off by giving some charity in the hope that it will erase the sin, we are fooling ourselves. God can not be bought. Until the sinful ways have been discarded and replaced with adherence to the will of God, the distance remains.

Sometimes, when we grow distant from those who care about us – be they our parents, God, or anyone else – our inclination is to run even further away so as not to face the problem. This solution is not a solution and never leads to a harmonious result. Buying back their love with gifts also probably will not suffice. The proper – and more difficult – approach is to “draw close” to those from whom we have grown distant; to approach and mend the relationship by changing our behavior. The result is a stronger more committed relationship that is freer of guilty feelings. This is repentance. This is how we relate to God who cares about us, as opposed to a god who does not care and must merely be appeased when angry.

When we sacrifice we do not give anything up. On the contrary, we only gain. We draw closer and more intimate with God.

Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

March 30, 2024

The Doctrine of Christ

“If there come any unto you, and bring not this doctrine, receive him not into your house, neither bid him God speed.” (2 John 1:10)

This apparently harsh instruction seems at first to conflict with the many biblical exhortations to show hospitality, but it needs to be placed in context. The one-chapter epistle of 2 John was addressed to “the elect lady and her children” by John, who also extended greetings from “the children of thy elect sister” (vv. 1, 13). These unusual phrases, together with the general tone of the epistle, make it almost certain that John was not referring simply to two individual Christian women, but to two churches, symbolically personified as two noble ladies with the “children” being the new converts in the churches.

The warning, then, is primarily against the danger of allowing a false teacher to come into the church, as a pastor or a teacher or even as a visiting speaker, who would not bring “this doctrine.” The doctrine mentioned is obviously “the doctrine of Christ” (v. 9). This doctrine of Christ is not, however, simply a set of doctrinal tenets about the person and work of Jesus Christ. It is not the doctrine about Christ, but of Christ—belonging to Him—His doctrine. The word “doctrine” is didache, meaning literally “teachings.” The meaning clearly is “the teachings of Christ,” that is, not just one or two least-common-denominator statements about Christ to which all nominal Christians could give assent, but the entire body of teachings that had come from Jesus.

Further, since He taught that all the Old Testament is inspired and authoritative and also promised the same to the writers of the New Testament, this “doctrine of Christ” includes “all the counsel of God” (Acts 20:27), from Genesis through Revelation. How important it is not to allow false teaching to get a foothold in a local church. HMM

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Niacin

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Visual clarity gets improved

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[rileythelonelyalien]

Do not take this as a request.

But what if Dottore and darling went on a work trip through the city which ended up in a date? Like, Dottore saying "Hmm yes honey please accompany today while I do some work related things" and then proceeds to take you to the park, a café, and the night market.

And what if after that, the both of you come back to the palace so cold and exhausted that you decide to cuddle together until you fall asleep?

Idk I just feel really soft for this man rn. All I want is some Dott fluff, is that too hard to ask??? :((

Oh! And I had never asked anything here so Hi! and I must say I love your writing style and all your fics have made my week! I hope to see more of you soon!! Tysm for all your work.

A/N: Oh my goodness this is just too cute!! This had inspired me to write this up , I know you said not to take this as a request but it was just too cute not to write up!! , and I'm very pleased to hear that you enjoy my writing ! Id never would've thought my writing would have an effect on others but I'm so glad that my writing made your week :D . The following will be the fic I wrote based on your idea I hope you enjoy it as much am I enjoyed writing it :))

Dottore x GN! Reader (A date?)

You were sitting on your shared bed as you quietly read a novel that you had recently procured. Enjoying the rare quiet that had overtaken the palace. It was certainly unusual but most certainly not un-welcome to you, it provided a moment of tranquillity that allowed you to further delve into the fictitious far away land that your novel had set you in.

However as expected once your fingers reach to turn the page in the corner of your eye you catch the door to open quite abruptly. You were preparing yourself to once again brief a clone on the importance of knocking on this specific door as it was impolite to barge in on someone's personal quarters. This was a common occurrence , although you did find it amusing how each and every copy stood and listened attentively to every word you spoke to them it did not matter if you were informing them about polite mannerisms or if it was a lecture. To them it was a pleasure to have you talk to them directly. Yet this time it was not a case of another clone , there in the doorway stood the original , your lover Dottore. There he stood in all his glory holding a proud stance and his head held up high , the usual Dottore which you love dearly. Although the next words that left his lips surprised you ‘My dearest, I have been requested to travel into the city for some work , would you perhaps accompany me on this trip?’ he smoothly states in a matter-of-fact tone.

All you could muster to do at your lover's sudden spontaneity was an amused smile as you gave him your reply ‘ Oh of course I shall accompany you ! I haven't had a chance to go to the city in a while. I wonder if that lovely cafe I went to last time is still there’ You mused to yourself unaware that you had unintentionally moved away from the topic at hand.Yet Dottore did not seem to mind this in fact he had taken into account your musings and begun to make a mental note of it. He had already made plans but he wouldn't mind adding a detour if it meant that it would please you. With this thought in his mind he felt his lips curl up into a smile exposing his pointed teeth ‘ Wonderful! We shall be departing tomorrow in the morning’ and with that being said he abruptly left the room. Little did you know that this was all a ploy , a facade, there was no business work assigned for him within the city. He simply yearned to spoil you and provide you with a memorable experience. He was just too stubborn to admit that he had just planned a date for you.

Soon enough the dawn of the next day came , as you awoke from your slumber you found yourself nestled into your lover's arms. He already woken before you and was admiring your features. In these moments the tenderness of Dottore shined through. As you stir awake he proceeds to litter your face in gentle kisses to help you wake up. You smile and chuckle at your lover's antics as you try to pull away. ‘My dear don't you try to flee from me , my hold on you is iron tight I shan’t let you go’ he lets out a soft laugh as his voice was still tainted by his early awakening. In response to this you let out a playful sigh before giving in as he continues where he had left off , placing a few more kisses upon your face. To finish off his barrage of love he brings his lips to yours as he gently places them on yours before indulging in a last big kiss. As he pulls away he lets one his arms come up from your waist to cup your face gazing into your eyes seemingly entranced by his sheer admiration he had for your beauty. You lean into his hand which seems to bring him back and he once again lets his smile shine through showcasing his uniquely pointed teeth , you adore his smile. His thumb strokes your face before he lets out a content sigh before stating ‘ I guess we should start our day we've got quite the schedule ahead of us’

It didn't take long before you were all ready and now sitting side by side with your lover inside a carriage watching outside the window as you spend the time travelling having idle conversations with Dottore. What was fascinating to him is that he’d never thought that he would enjoy talking about such mundane topics however because it was you who was talking about these simplistic subjects as a way to pass the time and change his entire view. He doesn't mind talking about the weather or hearing the local gossip that you had happened to overheard by accident about the city , simply listening to you was enough to bring him immense calm. Even if he has been in this relationship for such an extended period of time, how you manage to have this effect on him will always be a mystery to him although he didn't mind that. As the carriage transitions from the grassy and dirt roads onto the stone of the city the carriage jolts quite suddenly , this unexpected jolt causes the both of you to startle. Yet you notice in this unforeseen startle that caught Dottore off guard his hand lay protectively over you almost as if it was instinctive, even if this was such a small gesture its meaning conveyed so much to you at that very moment as you felt your heart melt. 

Having passed through the entry point of the city the landscape visible through your window changed drastically what was once open fields with nature flourishing in every corner. You were now met with the hustle and bustle of the city. Many people go about their merry way all smiling and radiating such a welcoming atmosphere. Red noses and rosy cheeks dominated the features of every person you saw outside of course the people of Snezhnaya were used to the cold certain things they could not control , yet this did not seem to bother the locals in the slightest. Having observed the enighting atmosphere you feel increasingly more ecstatic , thinking about all the things you could do in the city, all the delicious food you could eat , wonderful interactions with the joyus locals, and exploring any of the newer parts of the city. So enraptured in your own observations of the city you failed to notice that you ; yourself were being observed by your lover. Amused in your antics and enthusiasm to be in the city with him.

As soon as the carriage comes to a halt ,you leave the door almost immediately taking in the smell of all the cafes and restaurants enriching the air with the scent of all sorts of delicious food and the sound of people laughing and chatting amongst themselves as children giggle and play with each other. From behind you hear Dottore state to himself in amusement ‘ my my , such an enthusiastic reaction you truly are quite adorable’ he lets out a soft chuckle. You turn around to face him gently, grasping his hand as you ask him ‘where shall our first destination lie?’ you give him a content smile. He wraps his fingers around your hand and gives them a light squeeze ‘My love you needn't worry where we are going you just enjoy your time here , just do not let go of my hand , I wouldn't want to be losing you in that crowd now do I~?’ With that Dottore proceeded to guide you through the hordes of people, a firm grip on your hand as he gently pulled you through. The crowd seems to disperse the further you proceed , you both end up at the local park within the city. nature was blossoming with all sorts of flowers and other specimens growing within this park. You couldn't help but  let out a small gasp as you maintain your grip on Dottores hand you drag him over with you to look at a few flowers you haven't seen before. For a small moment you let go of Dottores hand as you kneel down to further inspect the interesting specimens in front of you. Dottore frowned at the sudden loss of contact, his hand already missing the warmth of yours. Yet before he can let out a complaint about how you seem more interested in the flower than him you swiftly stand back up with both hands behind you back. Dottores suspicions were immediately raised just what were you planning ? You slowly bring out from behind your back a vibrant blue flower as you beam at him ‘Look doesn't this match you so well , this would look so wonderful on your hair!’ As soon as you utter these words from your mouth you carefully place and position the flower in your lover's hair admiring how the flower complements his features , or rather the features that you were able to see at the time as he was wearing his mask. What you did not expect was for Dottore to then proceed to kneel down by the flowers and pick one out before placing one in your hair ‘My dear you certainly suit flowers much more than I do~’ he gives you his signature wry smile as he makes this comment. You could feel your cheeks get warmer at his gesture and comment which Dottore felt quite accomplished as he saw your reaction.

After wandering and further admiring the park you and Dottore had decided to take a break from the harsh weather outside in a cafe. To your surprise you had managed to spot the cafe that you had been to on a previous trip quite a while ago , it was a small family owned cafe which was doing well. The interior was cosy with windows that let you see out into the street as you sat down at your table. The lights glowed a soft hue which further added to the warm atmosphere , the best part however had to be the incredible scent of all the pastries and bread that were all hand made and baked within the cafe, the aroma was so delicious it was enough to make your mouth water. As you received your order you wasted no time digging into the baked good that you had selected and your face melted into an expression of pure bliss the rich flavours of the baked good melted on your tongue as the warmth of the food warm you up from the previous time of being outside in the unforgiving Snezhnayan weather. Dottore who sat opposite you watched you intently, taking every little sound of pleasure that came from you as you ate and the amusing way your face would give away the sheer enjoyment you experienced when indulging in such well baked goods. Now he knew where to go if he were to ever want to surprise his partner with anything sweet. 

By the time both you and Dottore had finished up with your food and beverages it had started to get dark outside. You notice the darkening sky as you turn away from the window to face Dottore once again ‘Hey Dot do you think we should head back it's starting to get late?’ you suggested as you begin to tidy up the cups and clear the table of any stray crumbs. Dottore only responds with ‘Not just yet my dear i still want us to visit the night market , after that we shall head back’ he rests his hand on top of yours as he gives you a gentle smile. You hum as you stand up making sure you are taking everything that you had set down before slipping your hand into his ‘alright! I don't mind going to the night market. It seems like a fun way to end the day’ and with that the two of you leave the cafe , you personally thank the owner for serving you as you leave. After a few minutes of strolling you reach the night market. It was festooned with lights that hung just above the stall providing an almost festive atmosphere. Holding each other's hand throughout the entire time you explore all the wares of each stall, an advantage of having Dottore with you was that no one would dare try to scam you by charging for higher prices , or even if they did it seemed like const was far from any of Dottores worries. You approached stall after stall nothing interesting until you came across a particular item , it was a pair of locket necklaces the ones of which were able to hold a small oval photo of whatever you wanted , you had thought would be perfect for you and your lover. To have him around always even if it was in picture form seemed both comforting and a cute idea to you. Thus you tugged at dottores hand bringing his attention away from some of the small robotic parts he had found and was examining. ‘Hm? Is there something that piqued your interest, my love~?’ he asks as you bring the two lockets to his attention ‘would you like to have matching lockets ?’ you excitedly ask Dottore. He is truly touched at this gesture , the fact that you want to have shared jewellery which is used to carry around memorabilia of each other. To be frank he found it to be an absolutely wonderful idea he gently took the lockets out of your hand as he inspected them ‘But of course my love’ he simply stated unable to express just how much these items would mean to him. He had paid for the lockets which now rest on each other's necks , serving as a symbol of your affection for each other. 

As the day comes to an end you safely make the carriage ride back home as the two of you head back to your shared bedroom. The cold had seemed to have gotten to you as you slipped under the covers of the bed, your body involuntary shivering due to the cold , not long after you felt the bed shift as Dottore set himself down into the bed. It had been quite a busy day and the both of you were exhausted but content with the memories created today. Dottore notices your shivering and without saying anything he pulls you into his arms letting you use him as a source of heat , enjoying being so close to you and being able witness the peace on your face as you get comfortable enough to drift away into the land of sleep. Thus the night ends just as the day had begun , you were once again soundly nestled in the comfort of your lover's arms revelling in each other's warmth.

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UPDATE: The rules have been clarified onsite! Thank you guys for your support, and to staff for responding to user feedback & writing the updated rules :)

i. What is this?

This is a port of the thread @brightmyth-fr posted earlier today in the FR discussion forums, which was then deleted a short while ago. I am reuploading it here to my blog on behalf of the AAA discord server for visibility; though I agree with the contents of this post, I did not write it. Please keep this in mind when commenting/sending messages.

Tl;DR: 

- Several skin denials in the recent past seem to reflect unclear or unwritten rules for custom skins. The listed skin rules have also not been updated significantly in a number of years, despite significant changes being made to the applied skin rules over time.

- We, as in a number of skin artists, are requesting that admins clarify the existing skin rules on site. We are not asking for them to be changed; we are asking for them to be reworded in such a way that reflects what skins are and aren’t denied according to sources like recent denial messages, the Skins & Accents problems thread, etc.

- This concerns the admins, not the skin moderators, who we recognize also struggle with the unclear rules and with keeping up with long skin review queues.

- If you are a skin maker, consider releasing the next set of skins you had planned and then avoiding releases for the rest of April to help bring awareness to this issue. A number of artists in the AAA discord server have agreed to do this. However, participation is entirely up to you - this is not a demand for all skin makers to stop submitting personal skins, public skins, festival entries, etc.

This is not a suggestion thread, hence why it's not posted in suggestions. This is an information and awareness post. 

Skin submission is a very lengthy process for a majority of skin artists. The biggest frustration we are dealing with currently is lack of clarification on rules. The current skin guide is nearly a decade out of date.

We do not ask for the rules to be changed. We would like staff to update the on-site skin guide. Rules have clearly changed since it was written and there are VERY minor things that will get a skin 100% denied.

Failing that, this can serve as a warning for aspiring skin artists to not fall into these common denial traps.

ii. Why is this an issue?

Most people don't know about the approval process for skins. 

 It takes about 8 days after a skin is submitted for it to be looked at by the two skin mods. 

If they determine that the skin may need further review by an admin, it goes into another, second queue.

This can add another week of time onto the original wait time, before it is either denied or accepted by the admin.

This is where our frustration lies. There are often unspoken rules that are not mentioned anywhere on site about skins. You can only find out the hard way, by submitting a skin and being hit by a denial after weeks of waiting.

You may disagree with some of the examples. You may think that they shouldn't be allowed on site. That's fine. We just want clear, updated guidelines on what is and isn't allowed.

iii. Examples of Unspoken Rules

For clarity's sake, I will not use counter-examples of skins approved prior to the unspoken gore rules change. There are skins from 2013 that had exposed muscle, bone, etc, but those are not the rules that apply now.

These are examples of rules that are mentioned nowhere onsite. However, there are more examples that I have not put here. They do exist, and I can provide more if needed.

Sexual Intent

Stockings and shorts, as well as certain lengths of skirt, are too sexual for Flight Rising.

edit: a skin previously used as an example of this rule being unclear has been removed at the request of the skin artist. Please remember to be kind about others’ original work.

Icon Skins

I didn't even know this was an issue until @sunrisetroodo got a denial for it. This is mentioned nowhere in skin rules. It's also untrue or inconsistent, since there's plenty of skins that exist exclusively as avatar replacements.

Religious Imagery

Quote from ado on FR:

hello, I want some confirmation/explanation as to the "religious symbolism" in this accent, as I do not see any "crosses" and never intended to put any in so I am genuinely extremely confused as to what is being referred to. If it's the little white shines on the jewelry, I don't understand why this accent was rejected when several other of my accents have the same "cross-like" shine on them, as seen below I have stylized my jewelry shine like this for ages without it being a problem, I would rather not have to change it now. accent that was rejected for crosses

other accents that have similar cross-like shine on the jewelry that weren't ever rejected

(source)

This case was resolved in the end as an error on the part of the moderation, but I believe this decision would have benefitted from better internal guidelines about skin rules.

Incense Denials

Incense is often flagged as cigars/cigarettes and get removed for stylistic purposes.

Here are examples by @draconicslime of skins that were allowed as incense:

Here is an example of an incense stick by the same person, in the same style, that was denied for substance use.

Blood Denials

Contrary to popular belief, blood is allowed in Flight Rising skins as long as it does not come from the dragon itself.

Skin: Mace of the Faith (depicts an isolated blood splatter)

Accent: The Philosophy of Fungus (depicts bloody bandages, similarly to the existing onsite apparel set)

What is disallowed is any shade of red, or pink, or orange, or brown that looks like it could be coming from the dragon. This is flagged as excessive suffering.

Quote from a skin moderator:

@anteater It's specifically referring to this marking running down the side, which may just be a plant root but I would recommend perhaps adjusting its thickness or shaping to be more root and less blood streak.

(source)

This is a skin that was denied for 'massive gore and suffering'.

Circles in Dragons

Any sections of white in a red or pink area in a dragon is often flagged as excessive suffering. Any circular cutouts in a dragon are flagged as bone and gore.

There are many examples of this, so I have selected just a few. Again, the purpose is not necessarily to change the rules but to clarify them.

Quote from @/CrustyGlowstick on site:

My skin got denied today for “depictions of suffering”. Suffering as in “the spinal circles in the tail and such”. You guys are not at all consistent with this. How is it suffering? It’s a circle where lava lamp blobs come from. 

So THIS is suffering 

Quote from a skin moderator:

@CrustyGlowstick Skins are evaluated on a case by case basis. In this case, the site owners have stated that the inner circles in the cut out areas need to be removed so as not to resemble bone.

(source)

Skin by @sunrisetroodo :

Skin by @brightmyth-fr​: 

Skin by @/KerKero on FR: 

Denial Message:

(KK- DEADcora) Although this design is very well executed, Flight Rising does not allow skin designs that depict creatures that appear to be suffering from massive wounds/excessive gore. Please remove the small bone in the center of the bisected parts that makes it appear as those surrounding area is muscle. Also please remove the dripping red liquid from the bisected neck area as it appears to be blood from an open wound.

Quote from artist:

I've personally found the rejection message- to be rather picky; Yes, I would've understood the 'blood'/fluid coming out of the segmented neck part, but the bone, specifically the bone is where I take issue due. Especially given how site art can be considered to be more 'gorey' Such as with Plague primal, and the following spoken in the forum previously. When it comes down to the bone specifically I find it disheartening considering its not even on the realistic side- it is, more so on the 'hambone'/'cartoony' side.

iv. What can YOU do to help?

Okay, so you either read the title of the post and thought this was a joke, or you want to know what's going on. Here's what you can do:

>> Send in a suggestion to Contact Us. <<

This is something that has been suggested MANY times by our two Skin & Accent moderators, SuburbanSamurai and Madsniper. (They are the two people dealing with all skin reprints, approvals, changes, denials on site.) 

They are not responsible for updating the skin rules. They are also not the ones who enforce these strange and unusual skin denials listed above. Only by voicing support to administration directly can we change anything about the system.

Here is a template suggestion for a Contact Us form. Feel free to write your own, or add any additional comments.

Template:

The lack of information on site about Skins & Accents makes it very difficult for artists to continue their work.

 Please consider updating the official skins and accents guidelines on site (https://www1.flightrising.com/wiki/skins/1). The majority of information on the page is outdated, and there are many additional rules that have been added since that do not reflect on the page.

I hope clarification for skin and accent rules, especially rules about prohibited content, will benefit both staff and users. Thank you for your time!

Sincerely, [USERNAME]

v. Final Thoughts

If you've made it this far, thank you! Please consider supporting us and making our voices heard. The best thing you can do is submit a Contact Us form.

If you are a skin maker, consider releasing the next set of skins you had planned and then avoiding releases for the rest of April to help bring awareness to this issue. (Not submitting skins will also decrease the amount of skins in queue and help out the skin moderators a lot - currently the wait time is over a week, let's give them a break!)

If you're thinking about derailing this thread, harassing any site staff, or having a heated argument: please don't. We don't want this thread locked. The purpose is to spread awareness and have a peaceful conversation.

Please note that part of this above passage no longer applies, now that the onsite thread has been deleted; however, please continue to avoid harassing staff and be respectful to other players when discussing these issues. 

[jenomark]

hi🌺 how are u doing? I was wondering if I could request an nct dream reaction to them and their s/o relationship being exposed (famous or non famous s/o) and also how would they comfort their s/o ? thank you

Mark: The repercussions felt like the hardest part. What would they write about you? Would their opinions, their gossip, ruin the relationship you had built with Mark? He said it wouldn't and you believed him. You could trust him. After the news broke, when Mark brought you out into public, his instinct was always to protect you first. "Move away from her. Right now." he would say, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you through hoards of people, their phones at the ready. With his mouth set in a tight line, and his eyes flashing in anger, Mark would always choose the safety of your love together.

Renjun: He felt a little sick. Renjun dropped his phone down onto his lap and swallowed hard. "What? What is it?" you asked. "Is it bad?" All of the good in Renjun tried to smile, tried to think of the optimism in the situation. "The news is out." he said, keeping his voice level, ignoring the information that his name was trending on Twitter. "Everyone knows about us." For a second, your face mimicked the fear in Renjuns, before it morphed into sheer panic. "Everyone?" you gasped. Renun pulled you closer to him, his hand gripping yours. He said, "I won't let anything happen to you. They may know we're dating, but they don't know us."

Jeno: It was a slip of the tongue. Jeno was always quiet about his personal affairs. It was his own happiness that tripped him up. All he had done was mention there was "Someone Special" in his life and the damage was done. The fans began digging until they had found you, your photos, your social media accounts, what you did for a living, and where your family lived. "What have I done?" Jeno asked no one in particular. "I'm an idiot." There were multiple company meetings and a million conversations about what could be done next. In reality, the only people who had any real opinion into the matter was you and Jeno. "Do we hope the fans forget?" Jeno asked, sinking his head into your lap. "Do we pretend I never said it? Do we admit we're together?" You stroked his hair. You were terrified, but you were trying to remain strong. Jeno kissed your legs, looked up at you and said, "I'll do anything you want, baby, just tell me."

Haechan: Two idols and one leaked relationship. Both companies were scrambling for matching statements. If that failed, they were cooking up a distraction. Haechan was tired of it all. "I don't want to hide anymore," he said, his voice rising. "I love her and I want them all to know." Haechan looked over at you, and you nodded in agreement. To promote a united front, you held hands. Inside, you were happy Haechan would fight for your relationship. Outside, you kept your face as angry as his was. Neither of you would back down from your happiness with each other. Haechan continued speaking, "This is our life. If they want information so badly, we'll give it to them. Yes, we're dating. She is mine and I am hers and we are together. That's it. Tell them that."

Jaemin: He could feel something was wrong. Jaemin looked around and saw someone lowering their phone camera. "I think we've been caught." he whispered, whipping his head around. Jaemin pulled you against his body and placed his hat onto your head, as a disguise. "So many cameras." he muttered, catching another person blatantly filming you both. It was supposed to be an innocent shopping trip with his girlfriend, but Jaemin had forgotten where and who he was. For a moment, he had allowed himself to feel normal and made a mistake by holding your hand. "What happens now?" you asked, allowing yourself to weave in and out of foot traffic. Jaemin took out his phone and called a car. He put his arm around you and said, "Nothing. I'll take care of it."

Chenle: He was disappointed by the news of his dating life being splashed across the internet. Chenle never cared if strangers commented on how he lived his life, but he greatly cared if they were mean about you. For you, he cared so deeply. With a warm and understanding hand on your back, Chenle asked what you wanted to do. "I don't know." you said, feeling overwhelmed. "What are the options?" Chenles voice was soft and sweet when he said, "We can tell them all that this is how it is and how it's going to be. No one gets to talk about you. I'll make sure of that. Or, we tell them all to fuck off. It's as simple as that and it's your choice. I'll follow your lead."

Jisung: He thought he should probably feel worried, but he wasn't sure how to really feel. Jisung looked at you. You were staring off into space, not sure how the scandal would affect either of your futures. "Are you sure people have seen proof?" you asked. Jisung nodded. They had seen you two kissing somewhere that was meant to be private, but you didn't need to know what they were saying about you. He gave you a reassuring smile that felt hollow. "It's going to be okay," Jisung found himself saying. "Nothing will change the way I feel about you. I don't care if they burn my albums." Jisung hugged you tight, his warm embrace making you feel comforted.