#and things are going to be much different now if they continue like how we left off ... so u don't think dustin would notice?

[blackwell008]

This post really got me today because of the journey I’ve had with social media. I feel like I need to go back to the beginning when all I wanted to do was create art, write my weird screenplays and short stories.

A time when I wasn’t worried about presenting myself as perfect: something I’ve failed at continuously anyway.

A time when my love for filmmaking, my passion for the horror genre and cinema as a whole language.

I miss those days when I was in undergrad and my passion for cinema was addictive. I watched films from all different genres every single day after class (where we sat and watched films for hours).

I didn’t really care about social media at all. In fact, I started my first instagram because I wanted to network with other filmmakers to try to get a job- that was it.

Then in 2013, a really traumatic thing happened and I feel like I had a mental health breakdown. I used social media as a way to escape bc I was in a toxic living situation and had almost no one I could emotionally connect with and talk to.

Isolation, maladaptive day dreaming and misery is a dangerous thing. I started posting and ranting on twitter, posting photos of myself to impress people who were emotionally unavailable and didn’t even acknowledge my existence.

Mental health issues and social media can be a ticking time bomb if you’re not aware, medicated and have no one to hear you out or check up on you.

Eventually with life, therapy and support I am a lot better but I still struggle with social anxiety and living in real life and I used film to connect to the world.

The issue is now whether I still desire to turn my passion for film into a career; or do I just live life as cinephile while holding a 9 to 5.

Honestly, I’ve been pursuing film for 20 years; going back to my very first film theory class in undergrad until recently pursuing a dual MFA/MBA degree which completely blew up in my face.

The current school I attended was a giant clusterfuck with again: absolutely no support (this is another post in itself that I’ll talk about at another time).

I just turned 48 years old. I’m tired, currently broke and feeling defeated by life. Plus the trump administration gutting DEI certainly doesn’t intend to help Black queer women over 30 like myself.

I’m at the point I’m ready to give up. I’ve had so many setbacks, physical and mental health issues that I have to manage on a daily basis, financial issues I have to figure out how to manage (student loans😩🫩🙄).

I just want to be an ARTIST. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Yes, I know I could paint and sculpt etc. which I actually do. However, one of my biggest dreams is to write/direct feature films. I’m actually more open to working in tv now more than ever- seems a lot more stable; but that original love of film I had is still in me.

I keep talking about the film Sinners because it brings me back to that original passion for cinema before it was perverted and bastardized by toxic people I’ve come across irl, the fucked up sociopolitical climate we’ve been in for the last decade and my own personal struggles.

I feel numb. Apathetic. Indifferent.

I pray I’ll get my cinema mojo back like Annie’s necklace that she gave Smoke. Right now I’ve lost it.

This is a long overdue come to Jesus moment. in my case with my growing practice of Yoruba spirituality returning to Olodumare.

I’ll be alright, I don’t consider myself a victim even though I’ve been victimized so much in the last 10 years by America’s horrible healthcare system because of the systemic and institutional racism festering in it; America doesn’t give a fuck about the health of Black people, our bodies and they never have- a horror movie within itself . Again, another conversation for another time.

If you’ve read this far I really appreciate you doing so. Trust me, this was a process of 10 years of frustration.

I needed to vent.

I just don’t know what my next move is. I don’t know if I want to be a film director/ screenwriter anymore maybe as a hobby but not a career. I have to be more pragmatic and practical to pay my bills like 99% of us do. I’m definitely don’t think I’m unique in my experience but being a black woman in America I experience it differently.

[harrows-soup-kitchen]

I think about Harrow and Crux a lot actually and I need to talk about it a little bit or I might scream. because like- Crux sucks right?? we all agree on this, he is an awful, wretched old man who was abjectly abusive to one of two little girls left in his care after the deaths of their primary care takers.

but then his relationship with Harrow in specific makes me insane bc he loved that girl SO MUCH. that was his daughter!!!! maybe even more so than she was Priamhark and Pelleamena’s she was his!!!

and HE KNEW just like they did exactly what had to be done to create her, he watched her grow up reviled by her parents and he looked at that little girl and just… loved her? no questions asked, no morality hang ups, she was worth every sin committed to get her.

because that’s the thing about Crux i think for me, the moment he conceived of Harrow’s existence she was what he was loyal to, not the ninth or the reverend parents or even god just his kid; the rest of the ninth loved Harrow because she was The Reverend Daughter, Crux loved Harrow because she was Harrow. and because she was Harrow she was literally more important than anyone else.

and what does that do to a person? because I can guarantee right now that it was not good for either of them, like at all. Harrow was traumatised, fundamentally hubristic and a literal actual child, with a very confused moral compass, who by age ten had become fully complicit in the abuse of the only other child she had ever met!!! she did not need yet another grown adult enabling her to become worse!!

not to mention that he did abuse his position as the final arbiter of her reality to lie to her on more than one occasion, including but not limited to that one time he deadass killed two whole people for going even slightly against his special little lady (not to mention the several times he seemingly tried to kill Gideon without Harrow noticing)

an idea I see thrown around a lot when discussing the potential kiriona-John dynamic that I think works really well and is also interesting when applied to Harrow and Crux, albeit in a slightly different way is : what if your dad was the worst man in the universe and also literally the only person who really wanted you? how do you contend with that?

ALSO the fact that in Nona we find out that half his grudge with Gideon is that she didn’t die for Harrow!! her parents fear it but Crux is BITTER about it!! he’s so angry that she, in his eyes, has been failing to do right by Harrow her entire life because she could never die right!!

anyway, all this to say I can’t wait to see Harrow try to navigate her grief over Crux’s death in AtN while contending with the fact that he was fundamentally complicit in her continued abuse of Gideon for years and years, which ultimately led to gideons degradation of self and set the groundwork for her sacrificial suicide.

not to mention yet another person she desperately loved dying in a way that is unquestionably in service of her continued existence, unasked for and without giving her a snowflakes chance in hell of saying goodbye. again.

[iamthatonefangirl]

bucky w insecure reader where they get all insecure during sex and he praises the shittt out of them please and thank youu

also can i be 🕷️ anon please? ☺️

(i love ur fics btw)

insecure - nsfw bucky barnes

oh I love this bc I am a soft insecure sap. also this is longer than I anticipated.

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he laid you down so gently, keeping an arm around your waist and a hand behind your head as though afraid he might break you. he held you close, your bodies pressed softly together.

he hovered above you, carefully watching your facial expressions, acting intentionally with every movement he made. he thought about every little thing: how much weight to put on you without crushing you, how tight to hold you without hurting you, and most of all, how badly he wanted to worship you like the goddess you were.

you smiled at him, a little nervous, but mostly hopeful as you brought your hands from his shoulders to the back of his head. you gently tugged at his hair, feeling how soft it was under your fingers, just like you'd always imagined it would be.

he slowly leaned in to kiss you once more, still holding a hand behind your head even while you were now laid against the pillow. perhaps it was just a protective instinct, his need to keep you within his grasp and not let you go.

you nodded, and he pressed his lips to yours once more. it was so different than anything else, the feeling of you below him, all splayed out and vulnerable for him.

he kissed you softly, slowly, the way he imagined he would once he got you into his bed. he planned to pull out all the stops, treat you with nothing but the utmost care and respect that he had for you. he wanted to take you apart one piece at a time and watch the look on your face as he did.

he took his time, sensing the tension in your body slowly ease, feeling every time you would pull him a little closer. he wanted you good and ready for him, eager for him.

you couldn't help the little noises bubbling up in your throat, letting them out with your mouths still pressed together. it made his heart beat faster, his hands hold you a little bit tighter.

he took it as a sign to keep going, moving his hand from around your back to rest at your side, slowly thumbing at the hem of your shirt.

you tensed and pulled back, avoiding eye contact, looking over to the lamp.

"can we turn that off?" you asked, indicating to the light on the nightstand.

he watched your face again, frowning at the thought of it. he was ecstatic to finally have you, have the chance to pleasure you, and he wanted to see every part of you while he did.

"why, baby?" he whispered, trying to understand.

you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. you didn't know what to say.

when you don't respond, he takes it upon himself to continue.

"can I see you? please?"

you shake your head immediately.

"you don't want to see me, Buck," you respond, chuckling anxiously, all while still avoiding eye contact.

he sees your hesitance, and his heart breaks. he opens his mouth, trying to find the words, but none come. it takes him a few beats before he continues,

"nothing will change the way I feel about you. how much I want you," he reassures, and you finally meet his eyeline once more. he looks into your eyes for a minute before requesting for the second time, "can I see you?"

you fight back your reluctance and nod your head.

if he hates what he sees, your heart will break. but at least you're prepared for it.

he takes his hand from under your head and brings it down to your side, both hands gripping the hem of your shirt. as he begins to pull it over your head, you bite your tongue and hold your breath.

but you refuse to close your eyes. you have to see his reaction, you have to be able to see the look on his face. you have to.

you take a hesitant breath once he tosses your shirt off the side of the bed, noticing the way he looks you up and down. you wait for his face to fall.

it doesn't.

"fuck," he growls, "let me touch you. please, baby, I might die if you say no," he admits, and he's never sounded so...

"please," he repeats, voice hoarse, looking up into your eyes. all you see in him is pure desperation and want.

"yes," you whisper, and his hands are on you, touching your skin, holding your waist. he brings his mouth to your chest, running his tongue over your collarbone, and he's fucking whimpering.

it's the hottest he's ever looked.

his fingers roam over the plush of your stomach, attempting to touch every part of you as his lips come to where your breasts are exposed above your bra. you gasp sharply when he nips at you, and your legs press together unconsciously.

"I didn't think I could want you any more than I already do," he tells you, barely pulling his face away from your skin. you feel his nose on your flesh, the movement of his lips against you as he continues, "you're so perfect. so perfect, doll. goddamn," he curses, and he feels his entire body jittering from his need for you.

"let me take off your bra, baby, please. I'll do anything, just let me see you," he asks, looking up at you, resting his cheek against you.

you look at his face, the puppy dog eyes he's flashing you, and you nod your head 'yes.'

he leans back to carefully draw the straps down your arms before bringing his mouth to your neck. he begins to suck a mark into your skin while his hands reach underneath you to undo the clasp.

you let out a cry when you feel his lips wrap around your nipple.

god, he feels like heaven.

he moves away to look at you, and your automatic instinct is to cross your arms over your chest.

"baby, no," he whines, putting his hands on your arms and gently moving them away so he can see you. "I think you know you're so pretty and that's why you're trying to hide from me," he teases you.

"no, Buck, I'm really not," you try, but he's not having it.

"you are the prettiest, you hear me? can't even believe you're letting me see you like this, touch you like this. it's a fucking honor," he says, bringing his mouth back to your skin, making you moan out into the quiet room.

you bite your lip and try to muffle your noises, but he goads you on. "come on, my pretty girl, you can do it. can you make those little noises for me, yeah? yeah. I know you can, cause you're such a good girl," he coos, planting his lips on you again.

his words make heat pool in your stomach, your thighs clenching tighter, punctuated by a broken whine from high in your throat.

this time, he feels the movement.

"you feeling like you need something, pretty girl?" he asks, now thumbing at the hem of your pants. "I want you to tell me. I want you to tell me what you want."

you pause. you want so badly to feel his fingers, his mouth, whatever he wants to give you. but you're still apprehensive.

"I want you to be comfortable with me. I want you to trust me," he tells you firmly, looking into your eyes. "if you don't want this, I want to know that, too."

"I do," you murmur, but the knot in your stomach hasn't gone away.

you wish it would. you wish you could be carefree, and sexy, the kind of girl he should be with. the kind of girl that's in his league.

your breathing starts to quicken as you start to get in your head again.

this is a bad idea. you need to put your clothes on and leave. this is a bad fucking idea.

"baby, what's wrong? talk to me," he encourages, bringing a hand to your cheek to direct your gaze back to him.

"Buck, I-"

"I want you more than anything. but if you don't want this, just tell me," he pleads.

"of course I want you," you tell him honestly, the knot moving to your throat, your eyes getting warmer. "but-"

"there is no ‘but’. you're what I want. what you want is what I want," he admits, "so let me give you what you want."

the knot tightens, but regardless, the words come out before you can stop them.

"I want you to think I'm pretty," you whisper.

he smiles at you and looks at you in awe. you are the most perfect, most gorgeous thing he's ever laid eyes on.

"I have never found anyone as beautiful as I find you. please, let me show you."

you see the sincerity in his eyes, hear the authenticity in his tone.

you crack a broken smile. you believe him.

"I want you so badly," you whisper.

he nods fervently and pulls you in, kissing you so softly you have no choice but to believe every word he’s saying to you.

you let him lay you back down, and this time, you don't hesitate when he moves to take off your pants.

"my girl. you gonna let me make you my girl? let me prove how badly I want you?" he asks, hands trailing up and down your thighs.

"yes, Buck," you respond, telling yourself to shake your nerves and let yourself have this with him.

"spread your legs for me," he whispers. you will your muscles to make the adjustment, and he doesn't give you the chance to get in your head about it. he moves quickly, pressing his tongue over the fabric of your underwear, already soaked through. you react loudly, your moans filling his ears, encouraging him.

he doesn't wait another second before yanking the damn things off. he wraps his hands around your thighs and closes them around his head, pressed up against his ears, and mouths at you with determination.

all your thoughts finally pause, the knot in your throat dissipating as you feel the urgency with which he nudges at your clit, dipping his tongue inside you to finally taste you.

he's imagined this moment forever. being able to put his mouth on you, to make you feel so blissful. that's all he wants to do for the rest of his life.

you feel so uninhibited when you thread your fingers in his hair and grind your hips up against him. you whine and whine because you just can't help it, and he knows he's harder than he's ever been, straining against his pants and rutting against the bed. he wants you to do as you please, to feel comfortable letting go and giving into your desires.

your whines get higher out of nowhere, and he doubles down on running his tongue over your clit, and fuck you're *so* done for.

you're coming before you can stop it, all over his face.

was that good for him? was I too fast?

when you look down at him, he doesn't look at you. his face is soaked, and he's leaning back, unwrapping your legs from around him.

he finally looks up at your face, his cheeks pinked up.

"that was..." terrible? horrible? "...absolutely amazing, I, uh..."

he leans back some more, bringing a hand to palm at himself, and you see it.

and you fucking celebrate.

he came in his pants, untouched.

"fuck, I'm sorry," he chuckles, embarrassed, crawling over you again. "you're just so goddamn sexy, you know that?"

every thought is out the window. you grab him and yank him down to kiss you, hurriedly grabbing at his clothes.

"that's so hot," you say between kisses, "take your fucking clothes off, please-"

he does as you ask pretty quickly, his clothes gone in an instant. the thought of you being so excited to see him naked gets him worked up again quickly.

"yeah? you like that?" he asks you. "you like knowing what you do to me?" he smiles.

you smile back at him. "oh yeah, I do."

"you're perfect. stunning. so good for me," he says, spreading your thighs for him once more. "already so hard for you, again."

"I'm ready, Buck, please," you tell him.

"when I take you for the first time, I want you to say my name. my real name," he says quietly.

"James," you all but purr, and his eyes roll back in his head.

"just like that, you sound so good, my girl," he murmurs. "you ready?"

you nod.

and then he's pressing inside you, and it's everything.

"you're so tight," he groans. "you feel so fucking good, baby. you're taking me so well."

his voice sounds so broken, like it's gone up an octave.

"you're my pretty girl, you know that?" he says, giving an experimental thrust, and you reach for his ass, trying to pull him in again. it makes him groan, and he does, pushing even deeper in this time.

"my good girl. you look so perfect under me. I want to be the only one who gets to see you like this."

you nod. of course he is.

"I trust you, James, fuck, I think I love you," you blurt out, shocking yourself.

he lets out a noise like no other.

"I love you, baby, fuck. I love you too," he tells you. "you're perfect, you know that? and I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how much I love every goddamn piece of you."

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ dainty rings ࿐ྂ

˗ˏˋjoel fluff!!´ˎ˗mdni, lowercase intended, established relationship, age gap [60s & 20s], fluff, mentions of: death, marriage, god *ೃ༄pls leave reqs!!

your head laid in joel's lap as his hands combed through your hair. it was finally warm in jackson and joel wanted to take the rare opportunity to show you a clearing he had found on patrol.

a worn gingham blanket laid beneath the both of you, the food you had packed sat mostly eaten next to you. the two of you had been out there for hours and sun had just began to set, shades of pink and purple on the horizon. it felt like the most peace the two of you had gotten in a while.

“i thought i would die alone, you know” you heard his southern drawl cut the calm silence from above you and your eyes snapped open, all sense of tranquility leaving your body. what?

joel’s hand paused its brushing in your hair, his eyes not on your face but on the disappearing sun, lightly squinting. without wasting another second you sat up, twisting to face him head on.

“joel what are you-” you frown with a slight shake of your head but he cuts you off with a light laugh,

“when i made it back to jackson with ellie i jus’ thought..” he paused sighing, “i been in this world a long time darlin, done some bad things” he finally looked at you but something haunted in his eyes.

one of his hands came up to your cheek, his thumb lightly began back and forth under your eye,

“i ain’t done nothing to deserve you, spent half my life killing people, i don’t understand how i get love you” he spoke in something close to a whisper, enough to drown out the crickets and breeze passing through the branches and leaves.

“ain’t never believed in a god till you but only something supernatural could've gotten you to me and every damn night i pray i get to keep you” his right hand ransacked his pocket but your chest was tight, ears were too hot, and your eyes were too blurry with tears to notice.

he continued,

“i know it don’t mean much now but i come from a time where this showed someone you loved ‘em and wanted to be with them, and fuck baby do i love you” he’s eyes guided your down to his calloused hand where a dainty ring was held between his two large fingers.

you eyes widen in shock; jaw going slack.

“marry me baby, even if its only a ring and we ain’t got no one to officiate-” your hands shot to his face and you kissed the poor man to finally shut him up.

“yes, yes, joel, yes” you speak into his mouth.

his hands instinctively go around your waste when he remembers the ring. slowly pulling back, he takes your left hand in his, slipping the slightly too large ring onto your finger.

“i can get tommy to make it smaller” he says slightly breathless as you both stare down at your ring finger and its new accessory.

you wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you into his lap leaving light kisses around your face. after a few seconds of soaking him in you pull back, wanting a good look at him.

“i love you” you take his hand and press it into your cheek.

“and i love you, sweet girl” his hand splays into your nape pulling you in for a quick kiss.

“you really okay with being stuck with me for the rest of your life? y’know that comes with ellie too” he jokes finding different spots on your face to trace with his fingers.

your eyes widen in excitement and you jump up, “oh my god come on! we have to get back and tell ellie!”

joel laughs and slowly makes his way onto his feet, knee pain and all. as the two of you collect the remnants of your [favorite] date, you chat joel’s ear off about how excit you are to tell ellie. joel's mostly silent, thanking whatever supernatural power that decided to bless him with the two most perfect girls.

[joel masterlist]

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

Asking them if they'd let you get them pregnant...part 2?

Cw: pregnancy talk, a little suggestive.

Part one is here.

Part three is here.

Part four is here.

A/N: more crack to feed my silly little brain I decided to have a few where it's poly for even more funsies :V

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Kaveh and Alhaitham have two very different reactions when they're both asked the same question during dinner. Kaveh's is the most dramatic as he drops his spoon into his soup slashing some onto the table staring at you with his eyes wide and mouth gaping like a fish.

Alhaitham is more relaxed but his singular raised brow over the book he'd been reading says everything. It's silent for a few seconds before you repeat your question which has Kaveh screeching flailing his hands in different directions.

"We heard you the first time! Wh-wha-JUST why?!" "Kaveh calm down its just a question." He whips his head to Alhaitham. " Why are you so calm?! They just asked to get us pregnant!"

Alhaitham closes his book knowing he's not gonna be able to read in peace at this rate.

"We both know that's not physically possible and you know that. It's just one of their hypothetical questions they always ask when they're bored."

This makes him simmer down just a little until you speak up saying that you are not joking and that it is very much possible to get them pregnant and that you know how.

"Excuse me?" "EXCUSE ME?!" The two say simultaneously at different levels of disbelief.

You begin explaining the detailed process you found in some records that could without a doubt make it possible to make either one or both of them pregnant. So you ask again if they'd let you get them pregnant.

Kaveh sputters and Alhaitham is silent as they both process the words. But Alhaitham breaks the silence.

"Well I'm not carrying. Kaveh can do it."

"WHAT?! How come you can't carry?!"

"Because I've got work to do-"

"Well so do I-"

It's a constant back and forth before you clear your throat and say that Alhaitham can carry and work until he starts to show and that you'll provide for the family while Kaveh takes care of Alhaitham. Kaveh looks a little torn and Alhaitham is unbothered but this arrangement works out pretty well for him.

"Alright we start tonight!"

"What?" "WHAT?!" they respond.

Zhongli and Childe are silent when you ask them the question if you can get one or both of them pregnant if they'd let you. Childe breaks the silence laughing that even if they had wanted to they're both not exactly equipped to do so but Zhongli cuts him off that such a thing would be no problem.

"Come on you must be joking. We can't get pregnant-"

"You may not be able to but I can." Skill issue?

Zhongli explains while he no longer has the gnosis he still has plenty of adeptal power and knowledge to make pregnancy in himself and others, should Childe want to also bear a child, possible. Childe is stunned by the knowledge but he ultimately agrees to let Zhongli be the one to bear the children while he continues working and you take care of him.

Though he does ask for at least one sparring session before Zhongli goes through with the process as he's not going to fight him while he's pregnant. It's a little funny hearing him explain to Hu Tao that he's going to need to take parental leave because he's going to be pregnant.

Diluc nearly shatters the glass he's cleaning his face as red as his hair. He's lucky that everyone has left the bar and it's just you and him he doesn't think he could handle the embarrassment. Taking a deep breath to calm himself but he does stutter as he asks you if that's your way of asking to have children together.

He doesn't mind having children it's just, well, he didn't think this was how you'd ask. There's also the fact, as he points out, that you're both not exactly equipped for him to bear your children in the way you're suggesting.

"It's possible though, I asked Venti and he knows of a way from his friend in Liyue."

Diluc covers his now pink face with a hand groaning because of course their drunken absentee God says he knows how to make that possible.

"Look, just...ignore whatever that bard says I-"

"I know he's Barbatos Diluc and I don't think he was lying I mean I got the solution here."

You lift up a vile of suspiciously pink liquid that just radiates energy. You swirl the liquid while looking deeply into his eyes.

"So...would you let me get you pregnant?"

He tugs at his shirt collar and adjusts his gloves nervously. "Per...perhaps later just...not here. Let me finish up closing and we can talk about this."

Kaeya laughs swishing the glass of wine in his hands reclining comfortably in the loveseat in your shared home.

"Well your mind is certainly in other places. Had I known you wished to try something new I would have brought out the other wine."

Clearly he thinks you're joking, perhaps horny and or drunker than he is so he doesn't think much of it at least until you bring out a mysterious vile you got from a certain alchemist that apparently would make it very possible to get him pregnant.

He glances between you and the vile a couple of times before he breaks out into laughter.

"So this is what you were doing while I've been away to Sumeru? You must tell me just what other things you get up to when I'm gone."

He carefully takes the vile from your hands holding it up to the light watching the odd gold swirls in the pink liquid swirl around. He hums as he thinks about what this little vile can do and takes a little sip finding it a little bitter but delightful.

"Well then let's find out if this little potion can do its job. Just so you know if it does work, you'll owe me plenty of death afternoon once I'm done carrying them."

[possesseddesiress]

Possession – Revenge: Part Two

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Possesion – Revenge: Part Two

part one: Revenge

- I'm home! - I heard Dustin's voice. I could only smile with an expression laden with mischief. Bingo.

- I'm in the bedroom, honey! - I lied with no chutzpah.

Almost immediately he was already in the doorframe, smiling as he looked at me. It took everything in me not to yell at him, at least lash out or curse at him, instead I just forced a smile.

- What are you doing? - he asked with a laugh.

- Nothing. Don't you like it?

- I love it... Although I'm confused as to why you're wearing your Halloween costume

- I remembered you like those things and wanted to surprise you - at least I had the advantage that I knew this jerk inside out.

- You're absolutely right...

We started kissing. I was nauseous, I wanted to make these two pay, how could I ruin Dustin and Alberto's lives? I wanted to come up with a plan but it was hard to think of anything with Dustin touching my buttocks insistently.

He placed his hand between my legs, to which I let out a slight gasp. I thought maybe I could get some use out of this.

I kissed him with some intensity, both of us using our tongues, a kiss as sloppy and intense as never before. Or at least... not with me.

I sighed lightly. I felt him press against me fully, saliva escaping between my corners. He spun me around until I was settled on his legs, both of us panting.

- Today you feel... Different.

He murmured, watching me from head to toe, a little suspiciously. He stared at me too long, to which I preferred to kiss him intensely to keep him from thinking.

- Why don't we... de-stress?

I moved against his body, letting my buttocks rub insistently against him. And suddenly neither of us had any pants on.

His thick tool ended up inside me, to which I gasped with desire. We had been intimate a thousand times in my original body, but there was something now that felt very different, as if Alberto's body had more nerve endings.

It was like seeing stars.

- Ah!" I half-opened my lips, confused by the new sensations that I myself was sticking to with more need, as if I wanted him to get to the bottom.

- Gosh honey, you're so excited today....

I didn't even pay attention to him.

My eyes curved with desire, I smiled foolishly and even felt a little saliva drop. It was as if my brain was melting just to feel that.

We ended up exhausted on the bed, him cuddled up to me, which made me uncomfortable, it must be said.

- Everything all right?

- Yes, yes - I looked away.

- Did I do something to upset you? Are you angry?

I denied.

- Not at all, honey - Rather, I was thoughtful. As much as I would love to occupy Dustin, I couldn't forget why I ended up here in the first place.

So I had to come up with a way to make them both pay. Leave Dustin so disappointed in Alberto that I wouldn't want to see him for years, and Dustin so ruined that there was no going back.

So it all started the next morning. I waited for Dustin to leave the house and immediately installed a "casual" dating app.

I filled in the necessary information, and to make things worse (or better?) I put Alberto's full name, and a picture where his face was perfectly visible.

If they liked to play "keep" with someone else's partner, then they wouldn't mind sharing.

Barely five minutes went by and the message inbox seemed to explode: men of all sizes, races and descriptions, discreet, twinks, everything.

But there was one message that interested me more than the others.

- Alberto, is it really you?

I opened the message, noticing the profile and the picture, I could only smile with mischief and total satisfaction: It was Roger.

Dustin's best friend.

- Hey, right. That's right

I typed.

It wasn't even five minutes before he answered back.

- What are you doing here? What's going on with Dustin?

- Well, can't I have a little fun?

- Not when you have a partner.

He had a point, I wish his best friend felt the same way.

- It's weird, though. Don't you think? You say I can't but...that hasn't stopped you from texting me, if you wanted to tell Dustin.... You would have done it by now.

It took several minutes for him to respond, so I sent another message.

- Or did you see something you liked? Do you want to play with your best friend's "prize"?

Six minutes passed, I thought he wouldn't answer until the phone buzzed.

- I'm on my way to your house.

I smiled arrogantly.

As soon as he arrived, I opened the door, he walked in, looking somewhat annoyed and even intimidating.

- Aren't you dating Dustin? - I rolled my eyes a little at his insistence and the same question.

- I thought we had already cleared that up.

- It's not fair what you're doing, Alberto.

He muttered crossing his arms, I did the same.

- And yet you're here.

The silence lasted a while, he looked at me with his eyes closed.

- It's Dustin's joke, isn't it? Where is he? Tell him to come out now.

- I can prove to you that it's really not a joke.

I smiled coquettishly, kneeling in front of him to stick out my tongue like a fool, I took his hand to make his fingers find their way into my mouth.

He looked at me with desire for a while, until finally he lifted me up and we started kissing so intensely that our lips were so hot, he grabbed my waist, dug his fingers into my skin and then spread kisses down my neck. He caressed my buttocks and his fingers found their way to my entrance.

- You don't know how much I wanted to do this - he murmured hoarsely. He placed me against the wall.

- And why hadn't you been up for it before? - I whispered in a seductive tone, before I felt him insert his tool all at once, my eyes widened with force and some pain, which was quickly replaced with pleasure, I gasped with a silly smile, feeling a slap to my buttocks.

- I thought you were faithful to Dustin.

- Well, the world changes so fast.

And again, another lunge.

We went crazy for hours, sweating and filling the room with that signature scent.

I expected Dustin to arrive at any moment, "finding" me red-handed. But he never came. So I had even more time and ideas to leave Alberto as a random.

My initial idea was more encounters until Dustin figured it out. But maybe that would be too boring.

I took my cell phone, starting to take pictures to upload to my stories, caressing my new chubby buttocks, or "promoting" my new gift boxers. The easier Alberto looked, the better.

- Today there will be a party with some friends, maybe we should go. Although I know you might not feel like going - he commented while we were eating.

- Actually I do want to go.

I smiled to myself.

- Do you really? You don't usually like parties.

- I know, but you're my boyfriend. And I have to support you, don't I?

He swallowed it all. The poor guy didn't even suspect anything, and how could he? Of course, he had no idea that his ex was inside the sensual body of his new boyfriend.

We got to the party, which was pretty... boring. Just drinks here and there, boring talk and nothing else.

So it was the perfect opportunity to make it interesting.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Once in front of the mirror, I smiled, flexing my arms and pulling my hair back.

- Ready for your big performance? - I asked as if Alberto could answer me.

I took everything off immediately, leaving me in just a tight boxer. I flexed my muscles a little more and opened the door.

I moved forward to where the "soul" of the party was, I felt the stares of all of Dustin's friends, some indignant, others... staring very intently.

I stood in the center, starting to flex my arms with a goofy grin. I didn't even know what to do but that was the least of it, right?

- Do they like what they see? - I asked aloud, also starting to sway my hips back and forth, feeling the relief in my underwear bounce with each sway. I lifted my armpit to sniff it, enjoying the stinking aroma.

Then I knelt on the floor, beginning to caress my buttocks.

Panting and sticking out my tongue almost like a dog, a little saliva escaped my lips in between panting and slapping my buttocks.

I could see perfectly well how some of his friends started rubbing their pants and looking at me with lust-laden eyes.

- Anyone care to join me?

I mumbled licking my lips, just at that moment I met Roger's gaze who looked quite “excited” with a marked relief in his tight jeans.

And next to him, Dustin.

First an expression of surprise bordering on disgust and disappointment, until it shifted to anger.

Bingo.

I leaned forward, starting to knead my muscles, slow from my calf all the way up to my hip, then back. I began to work my fingers into my entrance, gasping at the sensation, smiling and biting my lower lip.

Despite everything and the repulsion I naturally felt for this body, it was sensitive....

- What the fuck are you doing, Alberto?

He grabbed my arm to pull me up suddenly. I smiled like anything.

- Does it bother you?

- Of course it bothers me! What's wrong with you?!?

- Oh come on, don't make this scene in front of everyone.

I said looking around me.

- A scene?!? You're the one acting like an exhibitionist!

- And you don't like it? - I pressed myself against him, caressing his abs - We can give you all a.... show everyone. I think they'd love it.

- Fuck you.

He stormed out of the room, annoyed and angry. I just stayed in the room, surrounded by his friends who hadn't left upset or shocked by my behavior, on the contrary... they looked hungry, starving.

- Do you want to come and have a taste?

I flexed my arms again.

Going home was quite a challenge, Dustin and I screamed a lot, which was strangely... satisfying.

Considering that in my original body he only left me with a text message.

- I don't understand what's wrong with you Alberto! You've been acting weird for weeks! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?

A laugh escaped my lips, denying.

- You don't have the slightest idea, do you?

- What?

I laughed again.

- That I'm not Alberto, asshole.

I let out a thunderous laugh, drunk with revenge. I don't think I'll ever forget his confused look.

- You're crazy.

- Pretty crazy, "Dunnie" - I put my hand on his chest, smiling. That nickname only I could tell him, his look transformed into pure horror.

- But... Sebastien? Is that you?

- Till you figure it out, big guy.

I squeezed his breastplate hard.

- But how? What are you doing inside of him? Why are you doing this?

- Why? Are you seriously asking why? - I raised my eyebrow, crossing my arms - Don't you remember everything you did? You ruined my life, Dustin! I'm just returning the favor.

- No, you're doing it to Alberto and he had nothing to do with it-

- Of course he had something to do with it! I wasn't the one who chose to steal someone else's boyfriend.

I declared.

- And what do you want?

- To see you pay, of course.

- You've done your job, you've done it, leave us alone.

- Oh no, I made him pay. You...

I felt a strange sensation in my stomach, it was as if my body went on autopilot. I immediately threw myself against him to kiss him, grabbing him by the cheeks with force, he moved to pull back but I kept him where he was, I felt something rising from my stomach to end up in my mouth, the more I advanced, it was as if I lost control of Alberto's body.

And then I passed into Dustin's body.

I felt spasms and violent agitation, before falling to the ground with darkness enveloping me.

Once I awoke, I found Alberto's unconscious body next to me, I felt heavy, very heavy.

I smiled, stroking my fat pecs.

- I must admit, you're not bad at all... Dunnie.

I boasted, emphasizing the caresses to his chest in that sensitive spot, going crazy from the sensation.

- Gosh, you sure are sensitive!

I kneaded harder, flexing my arms to sniff my armpits.

- You do stink... But get used to it, from now on you'll be nothing but a muscle-bound fool addicted to their stench.

I sniffed, smiling.

From that day on, I stayed in Dustin's body. I thought about ruining his life like Alberto, humiliating him and leaving him almost ruined. But then I thought, where would I go?

I didn't know if I could go back to my body, and even if I could, I had no job, no money, not even a house anymore.

So I decided to stay as Dustin... for the rest of my life.

I had great muscles, charisma, a good job and a nice apartment, plus a rather interesting addition...

It turns out that when I possessed Alberto, my soul seemed to merge with his. Leaving a permanent residue of me in him, it was almost like a clone, my mind in his body.

It was quite a surprise to know that my consciousness was still inside that body. Although I certainly enjoyed staying inside Alberto as well.

It was a bit complicated to explain what happened that night at the party, but they quickly forgot about it (not that Alberto apparently had a magic mouth).

If you're wondering if we're still a couple, yes. Initially it was weird thanks to the hatred we had for each other, but, we also know exactly what we want, how we feel about things.

It's great, although sometimes if we do allow ourselves to be with other people for one-night stands.

And Dustin? Well, unlike Alberto, I did spend weeks listening to him whine, scream and beg me to leave his body, until one day he just shut up.

I guess my mind sucked him in or something, because his memories came with him. Anyway, everyone got what they deserved, and well, revenge is sweet.

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[satorella]

Note: (Request from 01/13/25) I hope this was to your liking anon! I’m sorry it took so long, there was a lot of asdfghjkl moments while trying to come up with the drama/angst for this, and I had some writer’s block for a bit as well😅 Anyways! I did tweak this around again lol. But nonetheless, iss hereeee. This’ll be my last for the Unrequited au bc I can’t hurt bae like this again🥺

“𝐔𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝” 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

(𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞)

So as it turns out, Jinpachi Ego was looking for a temporary assistant to help out his current assistant, Anri Teieri.

Luckily for you, you took online classes, and everyone at Blue Lock was already familiar with you. You were the perfect “match” for the job, (pun intended), as Ego said. This means you get to finally see your boyfriend on the daily again, while also making a bit of money!

“Are your parents actually cool with you staying here? I mean I know it’s only a temp position, but you know how they are…” Isagi asks while he walks you to your new personal employee living space. “They were thrilled, surprisingly.” You shrugged. “They’re probably just happy they can get a few months of alone time.” “Babe! Ew!” You gave him a playful shove. He chuckles, grabbing your hand and holding it against his chest. “I’m thrilled too. I miss you.”

“Ah, I knew I heard the voice of an Engel [Angel] around here somewhere!” Kaiser suddenly appears at the other end of the hall, interrupting your sweet moment. “This fucker again…” Isagi grumbles under his breath. “Language, Yoi.” You whispered to him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before turning to look at Kaiser and giving him a polite smile. “Hi Micha.” He returns your polite smile. “What’re you doing over here, Kaiser?” Isagi asks. Kaiser looks at him, his polite smile slowly fading. “I wanted to congratulate and welcome the newest member of Blue Lock.” “You just keep tabs on everything around here, don’tcha?” Isagi forces a smile, his eye slightly twitching again. You noticed that only seems to happen whenever he interacts with Kaiser, sometimes Rin too. “Only on the things that matter.” Kaiser’s eyes flickered over to you for a quick second, before going back to Isagi. No one else, including you, would have thought anything about that minor, innocent action. But to Isagi, it was loud and clear. Sensing your boyfriend’s subtle mood switch, you decided to interrupt. “We should go unpack my things now. Nice to see you, Micha. And thank you!” You dragged Isagi past him.

Kaiser gets a whiff of your scent and takes it all in…

“I hate that guy.” Isagi blurts once you guys were in the privacy of your new room. “Micha? Why?” You genuinely were confused. “God you’re so naive sometimes babe. Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of you.” He kisses your forehead before moving to open up one of your boxes. Eh? “What’s wrong with Micha? He’s nice…” Isagi’s eye twitches again at your obvious naivety, but he can’t blame you. “Of course you’d think that. You’re too nice and innocent to pick up on how much of a jerk he really is.” He rolls his eyes and continued unpacking your stuff for you. You frowned, walking up to him and cupping his face in your hands. “You know I don’t like when you talk like that…” Isagi lets out a soft sigh as he leans into your touch, his hard expression softening just for you. “I know, I know… sorry love.” He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him, burying his face in your shoulder. “Maybe if you got to know him better, you’d feel differently, hm?” You ran your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He lets out a satisfied hum at your touch, holding you closer against him. “I doubt it… that guy just rubs me the wrong way… I don’t like the way he looks at you… and I don’t like how he acts familiar with you.”

“So… was it… a mistake for me to apply here at Blue Lock?… I thought it’d be great because then we’d get to see each other everyday again rather than just the weekends… but if it’s going to start problems… then…” Your voice was soft, with a hint of sadness in it. God, you were so cute. Isagi pulls away from your shoulder and looks up at you with an expression full of nothing but the utmost love and adoration for you. “No! No baby, it’s not a mistake at all. I really am happy to have you here. Seeing you every day is going to be like old times! I’m excited!” He smiles up at you, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “…It’s just… that damn guy. Be careful around him.” You simply nod your head in understanding. “Good. Now, let’s open up this one.” He grabs another box. Your eyes widen, “Wait! Don’t-” But it was too late. “…Umm babe? What are… these…?” He raises a brow at you.

“Unfortunately, my work is getting pretty backed up and I don’t have time to just really sit there and do the research. So what you’ll be doing is helping Ego come up with workout routines and strict diet plans. From now on, you’re in charge of keeping the guys healthy and in shape.” Anri explains your job position. “Okay, seems easy enough.” You flipped through the guy’s medical files. “It may sound easy, but you really have to put your foot down with these athletes, Y/n. Take Ego here for example. He doesn’t listen to any of my nutrition advice.” She rolls her eyes, while Ego slurps on some ramen noodles. “I’m hoping you can be a better example for them. They seem to be very fond of you.” You smiled and nodded. “I’m on it.”

After a couple hours into your first day of work, you heard familiar voices through Ego’s big monitor screen while organizing your new desk. You looked up, and saw that the guys were in the cafeteria having lunch.

“So you know that Kaiser guy has an eye out for our Y/n-chan, right?” Bachira asks in his usual playful tone. Isagi chokes on his food before composing himself, clearing his throat. “Yeah… I already warned her.” Isagi answers. “Y/n may be a bit naive, but she’s not stupid.” Chigiri adds. “How do you feel about that though? Like he actively seeks her out, just to piss you off.” Reo asks, shaking his head. “This is why girls are nothing but trouble…” Nagi mumbles while playing on his phone as usual. “Why are we talking about this?” Rin barks. “Just worried about sweet Y/n-chan, is all… aren’t you worried for her, Rinnie?” Bachira giggles. Rin scoffs, turning his face away as a hint of pink lightly started to color his cheeks at hearing your nickname for him. “I didn’t say I wasn’t. I just have other things to worry about. Like, oh I don’t know, becoming the number one striker.” Rin pokes at his food, “And also… don’t call me that.” “But Y/n-chan calls you tha-” “She’s the only exception because it doesn’t sound stupid coming from her.” Rin gets up to leave. Like Kaiser, Rin had a somewhat soft spot for you as well. It could easily just be seen as respect, but Bachira was able to figure out the signs, as small as they may be. Though unlike Kaiser…

Rin knew his place.

“Here’s your bowl, sir.” You handed Ego another bowl of ramen, and made one for yourself as well. During your breaks, you sat next to him and watched the guys on the big screen. This was pretty much what you’ve been doing for the last few weeks since you started working at Blue Lock. You hadn’t seen Isagi as much as you’d hoped. His schedule was strict, while yours was busy. You guys only had about enough time for a quick kiss on the cheek when you passed each other in the hallways. But you saw him on the monitor screen often, so you weren’t too down in the dumps about it.

“Why so blue, mein schatz?” Kaiser suddenly says from behind you while you were getting a drink from a vending machine just outside of the cafeteria; his breath tickling the shell of your ear. “Micha! My goodness, don’t scare me like that.” You jumped, turning around to face him.

You shouldn’t have done that...

“I’ve been thinking about you.” His face was so close to yours. “Oh?” You swallowed hard, “W-What about me…?” “Just how beautiful you are, of course. And kind. And smart… everything I want in a lover.” He answers, trailing the tip of his finger along your jawline. “Your baking is delicious. It makes me wonder if you taste just as sweet.”

You couldn’t deny that you liked the attention. Kaiser’s words were like honey. They made you melt. You’ve been so deprived of this. With Isagi being gone for weeks because of joining Blue Lock, and now too busy to even see each other when you guys were under the same damn roof. You’ve probably seen Kaiser more than him.

Kaiser’s lips hovered over yours… making you snap out of it.

You quickly turned your face away before the situation could escalate any further. “What are you doing, Micha…” He sensed the disappointment in your voice. “I know what I want, and I take it.” He answered bluntly, voice low and soft. “Even when ‘what you want’ is already in love with someone else?” He huffs at your words, “That ‘someone’ probably doesn’t even remember that you’re here. While I’ve been thinking about you the whole time. Worried if you’ve settled in okay. Has he even bothered to check up on you? I bet you haven’t spoken him since your first week. I always use some of my free time to come see you, can he say the same?”

He had a point, but you knew how much this all meant to Isagi. You couldn’t be angry at your boyfriend for having dreams and goals…

“Micha, I’m in a happy… loving… relationship. I’m not giving it up any time soon.” You stated firmly. “Even for me? For the love and life I could give you?” His brows slightly furrowed, but not in frustration, more like in despair. It tugged at your heart strings. You hated hurting people, but what he was doing wasn’t the right way to go about things.

“You should go before Ness comes looking for you.” You gently pushed at his chest, making him take a step back. “Focus on soccer, not me.” Surprisingly, he nodded in understanding; not wanting to push you into doing something that you might regret. He loved you that much.

“Maybe in another life.” He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “If you’re ever in Germany… give me a call, ja?”

Just as you watched him disappear down the hall, the love of your life emerges from the cafeteria.

“There you are! I finally got a little break.” Isagi wraps his arms around you and peppers your face in kisses, “Was that punk ass Kaiser you were talking to?” “Yeah.” You gave him a small smile. “Eugh. What’d he want now?” He rolls his eyes.

You decided to keep what just happened to yourself, for now anyway. Both Isagi and Kaiser needed to focus on their careers. Mentioning Kaiser’s confession would only stir the pot even more; competing for a girl, rather than for the title of being the #1 Striker. It would ruin the purpose of being here at Blue Lock.

You looked up at your boyfriend. Your wonderful goddamn boyfriend. How did you honestly get so lucky?

You shook your head, “Nothing important.”

Isagi smiles that handsome smile, “Okay. Well, you hungry?” He leads you into the cafeteria.

“Y/n-chan! Ya made it for lunch!” Bachira chimes as soon as he sees you approaching their table. You smiled and greeted the rest of the guys, joining them.

You were exactly where you were meant to be.

“In another life” my ass.

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[iloveyanderes]

Part 3 of my sagau-ish thingy on ao3, now that I think about it it's more of a genshin cult au.

Green.

(name’s) blood was green for some reason, she discovered this after she accidentally nipped herself while trying to lift some furniture so she could peek outside. The window was quite high up and for some reason no one was letting her out so it was really her only option, all she’d wanted was a peek but it resulted in a papercut.

Which is how she discovered the green droplet of blood that fell out of her finger.

As if sensing the itty bitty injury lyney appeared in the room, in the split second of shock (name) noticed that the green blood turned to gold in an instant…what? What was that about?

“Your worship? What are you doing?” lyney asked, clearly referring to all the furniture in the room being rearranged.

“Oh nothing, did you have something you wanted to tell me?”

“Yes- we found a way that you can go outside without needing to permanently change your appearance” lyney suddenly held up a pendant, “this will make you look like someone else as long as your wearing it. It won’t affect your actual appearance at all when you take it off”

(name’s) eyes lit up, finally she could go outside. She did like this place but being in one room for a couple days was tiring and it also did have dark secrets that (name) wasn’t really sure she wanted these children to be a part of.

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(two days ago)

“You're a part of a gang or mafia aren’t you?” (name) asked quietly while sitting on the bed in nighttime wear.

That caught lyney seriously off guard-what the? How did they figure that out!? Before he could respond the most holy person in all of teyvat continued.

“I’m not mad at you, back in my home- uh earth, I worked mainly with children. Children that suffered at the hands of their parents, children that were forced to work with bad people because they didn’t think that they had any other choice-and sometimes they don’t have a choice”

Lyney didn’t say anything, only silence came out.

“I'm guessing you don’t have a choice”

“....I don’t”

“So did so many kids back at home” hugging her legs (name) rested her face on them, “promise me you won’t kill someone, that’s something you can never go back from, i’ve seen it break far too many souls” looking at him with sincere eyes (name) couldn’t find any emotion in his.

Placing his hands behind his back, lyney felt blood despite it not being there, how was he to explain that he’d already done it? The praise her worship had given him, those pitying looks. Would that all go away if he came clean?

Crossing his fingers out of (name’s) view the magician smiled, “of course your worship!”

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The salty air reminded (name) of Vancouver with all its ocean’s and endless seaweeds. But the culture was so much like france, the people did speak a bunch of french, and france was near water…. So maybe Fontaine is the france of teyvat

Looking at herself in the water (name) couldn’t help but marvel over how different she looked, that weird amulet thing was really powerful.

Her hair was now brown and her eyes were blue, (name’s) facial features hadn’t changed that much but she did look a lot more pale.

(name) had been allowed to go outside alone, but not to go near any towns or cities. Though she wasn’t really alone because she could feel the third one of the trio stalking her in the distance.

What’s that guy's name again? Freminet she thinks?

“Hey I see you!” she calls out softly to the dismay of freminet, “could you come out please?”

Knowing he was caught, freminet came out of the bushes. He expected a scolding or something worse but weirdly enough that didn’t happen.

The most holy person in all of teyvat held up some makeshift fishing rods, “do you want to go fishing with me?”

“...”

“Oh no, I lost the fish” it was said so softly, freminet almost didn’t believe she was frustrated, how can she be so calm?

“Your name is freminet right?” her worship asked him, when he nodded she continued. “So, why did you follow me?”

There it was, she asked the question, how was he going to avoid telling her that lyney told him to- their father has met massive delays these past couple days so everyone was on edge.

“..I wanted to thank you, for saving my life” yeah, that was a good lie.

Her holiness instantly seemed to like that, “oh don’t worry about that! It’s my job! I also like helping people so don’t mention it” she said all smiles.

“I still wanted to thank you though…”

“That’s good of you-” suddenly her holiness turned away from freminet looking somewhere else, somewhat distressed.

“Is something wrong?” Now he was panicking.

“I think some kids are bullying someone over there, I can’t quite see the kid being bullied though” before freminet could stop her (name) had already gotten up and was walking towards them.

“Wait! Your worship come back!” he yelled. Freminet didn’t want her to go over there, mainly because he’d have to call her by her name when in front of other people and he didn’t think he was capable of that.

Not to mention kids have grabby hands who could pull that necklace off of her which would be bad, very bad.

Meanwhile (name) felt drawn over to that place, “hey! What are you kids doing!?” she demanded to know, three boys seemed to not hear her so (name) instead grabbed one of them by the arm.

“What do you want?” one of the kids asked her meanly.

About to answer (name) felt her eyes drift towards the person being bullied, a kid- no not a kid, they had greenish-bluish skin, weren’t probably taller than three feet, and had different looking ears. They were also wearing a painter's outfit.

And just like that a searing pain stumbled through (name’s) head, she clutched her head in pain, and quickly lost her balance. The ground was surprisingly comfortable, wouldn’t it be so much better to sleep forever?

“(NAME!)” Freminet's voice snapped her back into reality, she woke up with him clutching her shoulder with his hand, clearly scared.

Those three boys had clearly been traumatized too but by what? Looking down she found that there was golden blood all over her hands and shirt. Nosebleed, she must’ve fallen on her face and gotten a nosebleed, a golden nosebleed.

(it should be green) whispered something in her head.

That voice was weird, and annoying. So (name) quickly shaked it out of her mind.

“Hey, is the girl okay?” getting up slightly, (name) found that it scared the ever living crap out of the three boys because they took a step backwards while shaking in fear. Muttering apologizes about something-maybe they think they upset a god(which they did) and were now afraid for their lives before running off.

“I just- wait are you okay?” just then (name) noticed that the girl who clearly wasn’t human got up and somehow just somehow (name) knew her name.

Mamere.

“M-mom?” Mamere said shakily, her tone of voice mirrored her body language because her body was shaking too.

“Mamere?” what the actual heck, how does (name) know this little girl's name?

“MOM!” the Melusine hopped up from the ground and ran to (name) diving in for a hug that (name) gave despite being confused.

(name) looked at freminet who stared at her back, it was clear he had no idea what was going on either, it wasn’t exactly a negative though….

Her holiness would be safe with a melusine right?

She wouldn’t tattle if asked not to right?

Besides he needed to go follow those boys anyway to make sure they don’t say anything

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“Mom, where have you been all this time? Me and the other melusine’s have been worried sick!” Mamere exclaimed worryingly while they took a stroll near the city of fontaine.

“I….I don’t know, everythings so strange. I’m human but everyone’s telling me that I’m a god. I don’t remember anything but yet I knew your name. I’m sorry”

“It’s okay mom, gods often forget things. Lady Furina often forgets her wallet or the fact that she’s the hydro archon” (name)...(name) had no idea who lady Furina was.

They stood somewhere near Fontaine's main city, it seemed Mamere was slowly trying to get (name) into the city, mainly cause she really wanted to show the other melusine’s that they’re mom was back.

“By the way mom, why do you look so different?” Mamere then asked (name), tilting her cute head.

“Oh” (name) crouched down, and proceeded to get close to Mamere’s ear so she could whisper something into it. “Well you see, some friends of mine gave me a magical necklace that changes my appearance, you can’t tell anyone about it unless it puts you, me, or someone else in danger okay?”

“Okay mom! The bright side of you losing your memories is that I get to show you around Fontaine all over again! You managed to wipe of the blood from your nose bleed very efficiently but I think I’ll take you to sigewinne so she can make sure it’s okay-”

“Excuse me?” somehow (name) hadn’t heard the lady nor the dozens of guards that came out of nowhere. This was probably a noble or something because of the ridiculously fancy clothes they wore. The interruption from the noble lady stopped (name) and Mamere from their conversation.

“Yes?” (name) politely answered.

“Did you know this was private property and that your trespassing?”

“This random area with no houses or anything is private property? Uh, I mean i’m sorry I wasn’t aware of that”

“Well you should’ve been-holy heathen!” as the noble eyed (name) up and down until she spotted someone on (name)’s hand. “You heathen! You know Fontaine's laws don’t allow people to have a birthmark in the same place as our creator! I’m going to have to charge you for that!”

(name) looked at her hand, it was the only place the necklace didn’t physically change so lyney had given her gloves that she had to take off because there was blood on them. “Your charging me…with the crime of existing?”

“I’m charging you with impersonation! Guard’s get this heathen!”

Before (name) could really do anything the guards that were with the noble had quickly surrounded (name) and grabbed her, in the process Mamere had tried to stop it but got pushed down to the ground-which made (name) pretty angry for some reason-well maybe not some reason.

“Heathen’s like you have to repent in jail for the rest of their lives….” the noble then looked at the necklace on name “but, perhaps I’d be willing to let you go if you give me that…it looks expensive”

(name)....well (name) couldn’t really do that because then her appearance would turn back to normal and lyney has really drilled it into her head that these people will attempt to kill her if she reveals her true appearance.

“I’m sorry, I can’t…”

“Oh come on, your not really in the position to say no!” suddenly the noble lady grabbed the necklace anyway and yanked it off of (name)

The noble lady screamed on the top of her lungs, “IMPOSTER!!!! QUICK QUICK SHOOT HER!”

And that’s how (name) got shot in the chest twice by an arrow in under 2 weeks.

No one was as horrified as Mamere who cried so loud Neuvillette could feel it all the way from Fontaine city

[spreadlove-always]

Angel Baby Chapter 3

Word Count: 3.7K

Authors Note: I am obsessed with this Chapter and we have a new character introduced which will be reoccurring. But definitely stick around till the end of the chapter. That is the best part I promise. The end of this has me giggling and kicking my feet LOL. Enjoy.

Pretty little baby Pretty little baby, you say that maybe You’ll be thinkin’ of me, and try to love me Pretty little baby, I’m hoping that you do

Chapter 3

Life has continued.

Matilda and I spend our time driving to surrounding towns, blasting music and laughing at god knows what.

Its nice to finally have someone, I never really had a friend like her.

Matilda has showed me a lot, taken me to hidden spots where her other friends here go to swim. We go at least 3 times a week.

It’s been about 2 weeks since I’ve even seen Joel. Even when I go to Matilda’s he’s not there. I know the reason I’m not seeing him is because its what I asked for. I mean I pretty much told him to never talk to me or come around.

But I regret it.

Because even though it’s been 2 weeks, I still feel a pinch of hope when I pull into Matilda’s, hoping I will see his face.

Today is my 24th birthday. I’ve tried to keep it under wraps. I didn’t want it to be a big deal, especially because I’m not at home. The thought of having a gathering but it only being two people felt to embarrassing for me to bare.

But this morning Aunt Louise was quick to rush into my room, singing happy birthday with a plate full of chocolate chip pancakes with a single lit candle.

“Sorry, this was all I could find.” She laughs coming to sit on the bed.

“Don’t worry, not sure how you would get 24 candles to fit anyways.” I say shuffling to sit up in bed.

“well go ahead, make a wish.”

A whish.

My mind is blank, well blank except for one thing. Or well, I guess more like one person. Probably because he was in my dreams again, seems to be reoccurring. It’s sometimes different, but along the same lines. It starts when we were at the motel, and well, lets just say it doesn’t end with him saying we can’t.

I close my eyes and blow out the candle.

Wishing for one thing.

“happy birthday sweetie” Aunt Louise gives me a quick hug before placing the plate in my lap and standing up.

“Alright honey eat quick then get up, you’ve got a big day ahead of you”

I take a bite and look at her confused, “no I don’t.”

She gives me a look. A mischievous look.

“Well actually,” she turns around and walks over to the closet going through my clothes.

“I know you told me not to say anything, but I did tell Matilda.”

I stop chewing, and with a mouth full of food I say, “what why?”

“Well because honey you only turn 24 once, and I think you should celebrate, plus you’ll meet new people.”

I groan.

“oh, shush now hurry up and get ready Matilda will be here in 40 minutes” and she’s off.

I quickly scarf down the pancakes then jump up to quickly shower.

When I get back to my room Matilda’s sitting on my bed, twirling her hair around her finger.

“Well about time, you were in there forever. You relieve some stress?” she laughs and winks at me.

I just laugh and turn to my closet clinging on to my towel. If I knew the extent of what we were doing I would probably have a better idea of what to pick.

“Ugh what do I wear? Like what are we even doing?”

She hops up off my bed and stands beside me. “Something cute, and make sure to wear a bathing suit.”

I just nod as me and her look at my clothes, both scanning to see what feels right.

Finally, she takes my short overalls out, “these are cute! Maybe these with a cute bikini?”

“Matilda, I don’t have a bikini, remember? You lectured me last time we went swimming because you said and I quote “you’d think you are married with 3 kids with the way you dress” Plus what if I get cold?”

She laughs.

“Idamae, my friend, don’t you know anything about me yet? I never show up unprepared” she smiles and runs back over to my bed, and grabs a light blue gift bag.

“This is for you.”

I look at her confused then look inside.

Sure, enough it’s a red bikini.

“Well look at that.”

She smirks and winks.

“perfect now you can get dress! I’ll be downstairs.”

She shouts hurry up as she’s going down the stairs.

I quickly rush down after getting ready and find Matilda and Aunt Louise sitting on the porch.

“oh, don’t you look cute” Aunt Louis says.

“Doesn’t she” Matilda smiles.

“Well, I’m ready” I say giving a straight smile.

“Actually, there is one more gift.” Aunt Louise stands up from the chair, and grabs a pair of keys from the side table.

“Follow me.”

Me and Matilda look at each other confused but follow.

“I know you work hard, not just with me, but also during school. And me and your mom have been talking, and we thought you deserved something special.”

And suddenly we turn the corner.

And there it is.

A 1966 red ford mustang convertible.

“Holy shit” Matilda says from behind me.

“This is a joke, right? I mean like you’re just letting me borrow it right?”

Aunt Louise laughs.

“No, its yours” and she grabs my hand and pushes the keys into my palm.

“No, its too much I can’t”

“Oh, stop don’t be silly. It was Charles’, which sat in a shed forever, and I’m never gonna drive it.”

I feel tears prick my eyes.

I look at my aunt and go to her and give her a huge hug.

“Thank you, I don’t think ill ever be able to thank you enough”

“oh honey,” she pushes my shoulder, disconnecting from the hug.

“Thank me all you want, but Joel was actually the one that got it running again.”

I blink hard.

“Wait like my uncle?” Matilda chimes in.

“Ya, after he had fixed the truck, I figured I’d ask and he was quick to say yes. Only thing he asked was that if he ever needed to stay somewhere that I’d give him a room for free at the motel.”

I look back at the mustang, and at my aunt.

“Ill be sure to thank him then.”

That’s if I ever see him, I think to myself.

“Okay well, drive safe and have fun. If you’re gonna be staying somewhere over night just send me a text.” Aunt Louise kisses me on the cheek, then heads back to the house.

“Jesus dude, they must love you this is beyond gorgeous” Matilda drags her finger along the car, walking to the passenger side.

“Its my dream car.”

Matilda gets in “So you gonna drive this thing, or your just gonna look at it?”

I roll my eyes then hop in.

I let the engine roar to life.

“God, I cannot believe she’s mine!” I squeak.

“Well believe it and can we please get going, we’ve got people waiting.”

“who?”

“You’ll see now let’s go” she leans over and turns the radio up.

I pull out and we head into town.

Once we hit town, Matilda tells me to pull in front of the diner.

“But I already ate.”

She hops out, “oh don’t be so boring, just come on.”

I hop out and follow her in. Right away her mother comes up and hugs me, “Oh happy birthday dear.”

I hug her back.

 “Thanks Mrs. Miller.”

“Oh, honey how many times do I have to tell you, call me Josephine.”

I just smile and nod.

“Now what can I get you both?”

I pan over to Matilda.

“We will get two milkshakes, one strawberry, one chocolate. With extra whipped cream please momma” Matilda walks over to the same booth I sat in the first time.

“Coming right up.”

Me and Matilda sit and wait, and she makes jokes about me being old even though I am only a few months older.

“So, are you finally gonna tell me what today has in store, or is it forever gonna be a surprise?”

“Hmmm I like seeing you all agitated so, I’m keeping it a surprise.”

I roll my eyes and cross my arms leaning back.

Matilda gets up quick and walks up to the old jukebox, and a song begins to play.

Pretty little baby

Pretty little baby, you say that maybe

You’ll be thinkin’ of me, and try to love me

Pretty little baby, I’m hoping that you do

Suddenly the door chimes.

And in walks Joel.

He looks around and suddenly his eyes meet mine.

Matilda comes back and sits back into the booth.

“What you staring at?” she turns around and sees Joel.

“Oh, Joel come!’ She waves him over.

He hesitates for a second keeping eye contact with me but makes his way over.

“Hey M, how’s it going?” he leans down kissing her on the head.

“Oh, good, just celebrating Miss Idamae’s birthday.”

He smirks, “Oh that right? Well happy birthday.”

I feel my cheeks get hot, so I hold my face with my hands trying to hide the blush.

“So how you liking the car?” he nods his head towards it parked out front.

“Oh its, its umm great, thank you.”

Matilda speaks up, “Its more then great, it’s the hottest car ever, Idamae looks so good driving it.”

Joel clears his throat.

Josephine comes back with the milkshakes, “here ya are.”

“Joel what are you doing here?” she asks wiping her hands on her apron leaning against my booth.

“Was actually also coming in for a milkshake, had a little craving.”

“Well have a seat I’m sure the girls don’t mind” he looks over at us, and me and Matilda both shrug.

“I’m not sharing my booth with you though, so Idamae scootch” Matilda says.

I scootch over and Joel slides in. Josephine rushes out with another milkshake, his vanilla.

Matilda spends the time teasing me about how fun today is going to be, but how I need to wait. Joel chuckles along.

I try to keep my eyes away from Joel. I made it clear with myself that night at the motel, and I need to stick to it. Even though its hard.

Once we finish our milkshakes Matilda says she just needs to use the washroom.

I sit there awkwardly with Joel beside me.

“Ya know, you can look at me I don’t bite”

And suddenly I fell something, his hand rested on my bare knee.

My skin feels like its on fire.

“Mhm.” I hum.

My eyes turn to look at him and he’s looking at me.

Theres his face, I haven’t seen that face in so long. Too long.

Unless in my dreams counts.

“So, you get everything you wanted so far?”

I want to tell him the truth, to say that all I want right now, is for his hand to move higher. But like he said its wrong. We can’t, so we wont.

“Yup, everything and more.” I gulp. God what I would give to just feel him this close all the time.

Suddenly Matilda’s whistling is heard.

Joels hand leaves my leg, and our gaze separates.

“alright, well Joel it was nice seeing you but me and Idamae gotta leave, we’ve got a busy day.”

“ya of course, I better get going too” he pulls out his wallet and slaps a twenty dollar bill on the table.

“My treat, y’all have fun" and he’s up and gone.

Matilda then takes me to the pond we’ve been swimming at, this time though she has a bunch of other people our age from the surrounding towns there.

She said it’s the closest thing she could give me to a pool party.

Around 2pm I was laying on a towel, soaking up the sun when I dozed off.

I got woken up by water splashing all over me.

“Sorry!” someone shouts.

I look to the pond and see a boy, probably my age.

I dab myself off with the towel.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have laid right there.”

“Hey, are you the birthday girl?” he asks.

“Ya I guess I am.”

“and does she have a name?”

I giggle “its Idamae.”

“Well Idamae I’m Jack.”

“Nice to meet you jack” I smile.

“Why don’t you come in the water” he smirks.

“Oh, I don’t, I mean I just was.”

“Idamae, come in the water.”

I smirk, “no really I’m-“

I am cut off by a big splash of water hitting my face.

“Did you just splash me!” I rub my eyes .

“I told you to get into the water.” I scuff.

“fine, fine I’ll get in the water, but you better have a dry towel I can use.”

Once I’m in the water Jack swims to me.

“So, where ya from?”

“Nova Scotia.”

“What you are doing over here.”

“Helping my aunt over the summer.”

He nods his head, “so Matilda’s your friend?”

“Ya, she’s kind of my only friend out here” I say looking over to her where she is drinking a soda and chatting with some boy.

Cole and her have been having some issues, she says he seems occupied. But not to play devils advocate, but so does she. But who am I to judge.

“Ya I’ve known her since we were in diapers, our moms are good friends.” Jack says.

“So, you got any embarrassing stories I can torment her with, I think its time I get back at her” I whisper.

“Well, actually loads, but that will have to be for next time.” He says swimming closer.

“Next time?” I ask.

“Ya, I think you’re pretty, so what you say, want to hangout later?”

I contemplate and pan over to Matilda.

“I think I’m pretty busy today, Matilda’s got my day filled up.”

Just then jack shouts toward Matilda, “M mind if I steal Idamae for the evening?”

“No, no way, Jack you stay away from her. Plus, she is busy later.”

I squint at her “am I?”

She smirks “oh definitely.”

Around 8pm me and Matilda are finally back on the road, she tells me we are gonna go back to the diner to grab some dinner, before we go back to her house.

The diner is packed at this time with all the locals.

As soon as we are done, Matilda slaps money down then shoots up and looks at the watch on her wrist.

“Okay we better get going or we’ll be late.”

I look at her confused, “Late for what, thought we were just going to your house?”

“We are.”

“You’re not gonna tell me, are you?”

“I told you; it’s a surprise.”

So here we are driving down the dirt road toward her house.

As we get closer, I hear music playing, and people laughing. I turn onto the driveway, and Matilda instructs me to follow her.

“Alright, I know you said you didn’t want anything big, but I felt like it was my duty to show you how we celebrate over here.”

And just then we turn the corner, and I spot a ton of people. The backyard is filled, the radio loud, and everyone has a beer in hand.

Once Matilda makes our presence known everyone turns and shouts happy birthday and raises their beers.

Just then that guy Jack walks over and hands me a beer,

“told ya I’d see you later.”

I just laugh and take a sip.

Just then I notice Joel, leaned up against the shed he had just built, and drinking a beer.

I feel Matilda pull on my arm, “my momma made you a cake.”

Josephine walks out the back door, holding a beautiful strawberry short cake.

“Everyone come gather around.” She speaks.

Just then everyone walks over to the table on the deck, and Matilda pushes me into the chair at the head of it.

Josephine sets the cake in front of me with eight candles lit.

“Alright lets all sing.”

Everyone starts singing happy birthday, well everyone but Joel.

When we make eye contact, I don’t divert my eyes this time. And truth be told, him not singing with everyone feels hurtful. Does he seriously not like me so much that he can’t even just humour me.

“Alright sweet pea,” Josephine says, “Make a wish.”

I lean forward and make sure I don’t break eye contact with Joel as I blow out the candles.

Everyone’s claps take me out of the trance. And I smile looking around and thanking everyone.

At the corner of my eye, I see Joel disappear into the house.

A few hours later I am more then a few beers in, and a few rounds of beer pong deep. Its official I suck.

Its also official that Jack likes me, at least that’s what Matilda keeps saying. Although she’s just as drunk as me so who knows.

However, I have felt his hand on my lower back, and his stare quite a bit.

Its around 12 am when jack drags me off to sit down with him by the fire.

“So did you have a good day?”

I nod, “ya, I’m actually glad Matilda did all this.”

Jack takes a swig from his beer and looks at me.

“What do you say we get out of here?” he says, and I giggle.

Not because it’s funny, but because I’m drunk and just about anything would cause me to giggle.

“I think I better not.”

“Oh, why not come on.” Jack grabs my hand.

I squeeze my eyes trying to shake the drunk feeling. I take my hand back.

“No jack, not tonight.”

I stand up and stumble, but as I’m about to fall over someone catches me.

“Woah, careful there.”

Joel.

He helps steady me.

I giggle again; “Thanks” I grab his arm.

He creases his eyebrows and looks at me, “You okay little dove?”

“Mhm, just maybe drank to much.” And I giggle again.

“Maybe I should get you home.” I look at him and smile patting his arm.

“That’s sweet, just let me get my keys.”

“You sure you can manage?”

“Yup!” I send him a thumbs up as I stumble away.

I walk up the porch and find my keys, but decide to take a seat, when Matilda comes over.

“How you doing hun?” I just smile.

“Oh, never better.”

She laughs.

“Why do you have your keys, where are you going?”

“Oh, I’m not driving, Joel said he’d take me home.”

She nods.

“Ya know I’m shocked he came; we always invite him to these things, but he never comes.”

“Why?”

“Not sure, he always says it’s cause he’s busy, but I think it’s because it reminds him of Abigail.”

I look at her “Who’s-“

I’m cut off by Joel.

“There you are.”

I stare at Matilda a little longer,

“Ya sorry, lets go.”

I stand up and so does Matilda, I give her a hug and she tells Joel to “get me home safe.”

On the walk to my car, I try to think about who Abigail is. Is it a girlfriend, a family member? The way Matilda says it makes it seem like something happened, but what?

“Keys?” Joel asks.

I toss him my keys and we get into my car.

“Alright you’re gonna have to tell me where to go, if you want me to take you back to your Aunts.”

I go to speak, but then I realize I’m drunk to the point I’m not sure I could tell him.

“Just take me to the motel.”

He nods.

The drive is silent, except the sound of the wind blowing through my hair, I close my eyes and tilt my head out of the side, trying to let the cool breeze take my drunkenness away.

After a while I feel the car turn, and I open my eyes to see we are pulling into the motel.

“Here ya go.” Joel parks the car.

“Thank you.” I stumble out, “Oh wait the office key is on the car keys.”

Joel takes the keys out of the ignition, and steps out, “just let me help you.”

He walks to the office and unlocks it, we both walk in.

I go to the hook and grab a key for an empty room, “you staying this time or?”

He chuckles, “ah nope, I’ll just have Matilda drop your car off tomorrow morning.”

I nod my head, then move past him to walk to the empty room.

I know I think I’m walking fine but I already know I am probably not.

I hear Joels footsteps follow behind me, and I feel him when I fiddle with the key to the room.

“I don’t need you to hover ya know.”

Joel chuckles again and reaches his hand from behind me and grabs the key, putting it in the lock and opening the door for me.

“You sure about that?”

I can feel his breathe on the back of neck. He’s so close I can feel his body heat. Maybe it’s because I’m drunk, or maybe it is because he’s standing so close to me. But all I want right now is him.

I bite my lip to try and control myself.

Suddenly he whispers, “Goodnight Iittle dove.” Into my ear.

God I shouldn’t I really shouldn’t. I try to remember what he said last time. But it isn’t working, not when he’s this close.

Before he can walk away, I grab his arm, “wait.”

Joel looks at my hand on his arm.

“I-“ I take a deep breath. “You never asked what I wished for.”

He looks at me confused.

Now I know it’s the alcohol making me this confident. But I am honestly grateful for it.

I grab his hand and drag him into the room and make him sit on the end of the bed. He stays silent, but the look of confusion never leaves his eyes.

I walk over to the door and close it. Then walk back and stand in between his legs my hands folded behind my back.

“Idamae what are you doing?” he asks looking up at me.

I don’t answer I just bring my shaking hands up to his shoulders, and balance myself while I straddle him.

His breath hitches.

His hands don’t touch me, he keeps them on the bed.

“Idamae you’re drunk.”

I look at him and shake my head, “doesn’t change the fact that I want this.”

My hands sit in between us on my lap.

“Listen I know but we can-“ I cut him off.

“Please, Just once. Just now.”

His eyes stare at mine.

“Idamae.” He whispers, eyes glancing at my lips.

“Please Joel” I whisper back.

[gingerswagfreckles]

Well they caught him. If he wasn't the exact kind of person tumblr loves, the conspiracy theories about this being a random person being framed would have continued to spread. But he's an attractive 26 year old white man who was caught carrying a manifesto about corporate America and has an internet history that matches up with tumblr's general politics. So everyone is going to get excited about how he's a martyr and go back to acknowledging reality in that there isn't a conspiracy to frame the wrong guy.

The discussions over whether or not this man should be lionized as a hero are honestly not as relevant as the comfort with which people are going to drop the conspiracy theory they would have been fully committed to if this man's politics turned out to be nuts. The ease with which the userbase of this website switches between realities based on whether or not they confirm their biases is really alarming. I just hope people understand how weird it is to claim a random person is 100% going to be framed by the FBI on one day, and then drop that by the next day when it becomes clear that the person being "framed" is the exact kind of communist you had hoped.

[dent-de-leon]

TAZ Ethersea my beloved.....

[bylertruther]

smth abt eddie telling dustin to look after the little sheep -> s5 is going to return to s1 form -> dustin tells mike in s1 that his obliviousness blows his mind -> the whole painting & confession & obvious general fiasco that is willelmike -> dustin's going to have to put on his bob the builder / "the world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes" sherlock holmes hat and get involved

[galacticlamps]

actually ascension needs its own post since that's the one with the most details to speculate over and im starved for soho talk so i will talk to myself if need be

First the cover again, because I kinda can't get over it:

my only thing is that I had been hoping we might get Lizbeth on a cover again since she's never been on one of the boxsets before, despite being the 2nd person credited on all 4 of them (even if that's just alphabetical, still, she's the only one of the four main characters who never makes the cover)

But letting that go...

I know we already kinda knew the brief for this one but damn I didn't expect it to go quite this hard. Maybe that's just because the Parasite & Ashenden covers were (comparatively) similarish to each other and I was so pleased with Unbegotten's, and then got so used to it as the placeholder for Ascension while they kept postponing it, I wasn't expecting anything this colorful or detailed or with what I can't help but register as Fun New Outfits even though these are still like, pretty damn basic as far as costumes go. Still, it's a different vibe from everyone in suits and trenchcoats on every cover, technically. (Oh the woes of being an audio fan such that two characters owning sweaters actually does qualify as new information)

On top of just being visually delightful though, I know we knew religion was gonna be a fairly big part of this one, but I didn't actually expect to get quite this much of it - though I'm glad of it for a number of reasons. The BF twitter already made the ineffable joke so I don't have to, but also yeah I did very much spend all of season 2 episode 4 of good omens half convinced Samuel Barnett & Dervla Kirwan were about to pop up around any given corner (if you will go around being gay supernatural and horrible at your messy bureaucratic jobs in midcentury soho then I'm sorry, this is where my brain's gonna go) - so, fuel to that fire. But in terms of actual important things, at least one of my Soho wishes looks to be being granted because we have a Rev Edward Folgate on the cast list, which must mean we're finally meeting Norton's father, even if his mother & brother don't appear (which they could, technically, I've definitely seen BF not list all the doublings on their cast tabs before). Religion, domesticity, and the nuclear family are all things that absolutely fascinate me when it comes to Norton's character, so getting any amount of story involving his father & his church is something I've been actively hoping for for a long time now.

(I will say I'm a tiny bit bummed Saffron Coomber isn't on the cast list to play Mia again, but I kinda figured she wasn't going to be since Greg Austin's Armitage, who's making his first recurring appearance after originating in Unbegotten, was listed ever since the boxset was announced - presumably if she was also returning, that would've been handled in the same way. But since Unbegotten ended with Lizbeth and Mia going on a date, I still held out hope. Who knows though, maybe things did go well for them and Lizbeth just has a better work/life balance than Norton so she can date someone without them getting dragged into every scifi plot. I know that's not a very common accomplishment for any Torchwood agent, but a gal can hope)

At this point I know I'm completely in the realm of speculation & even wishful thinking, but I'm really really hoping we get some more clues as to Norton's overall timeline in this one, and I have a feeling that even if there's nothing as direct as dates given, the events of a plot like this one are going to heavily influence my personal interpretation of it.

To say that life & death are major themes for the soho crew feels wildly reductive, but even by Torchwood's standards and taking into account its origins as a piece of media with Jack Harkness & his newfound immortality at the heart of it, the living/dead status of this bunch has always been fantastically up in the air to me. Obviously Ghost Mission introduced Norton as kind of a ghost before revealing more obvious ghostly characters later on to which the title might have been referring, but his being from the past did beg the question of his survival into Torchwood's present era all the same, which Outbreak later alludes to much more directly, and his habit of showing up via hologram in multiple stories only further obfuscates any certainty we might have about where & when he definitely can be said to be alive and well. Then you've got Lizbeth and Gideon both being effectively 'brought back to life' via paradoxes that prevented them ever having died in the first place. Again, they are very very far from being the only Torcwhood characters this happens to (for a sprawling EU, it's really rather impressive how often & in how many different ways Torchwood as a whole manages to circle back to being about like. chaotic undead queers at the end of every day. though I suppose that consistency is part of why I keep falling in love with its different iterations again and again). That's without even getting into the question of Norton's dubious fate in God Among Us - and I say dubious because I know some people take that to be his ultimate death, but I personally think that reading something as vague as that as having any kind of finality rather goes against the spirit of this whole world/series, not just because I want him to live. (There are obviously other ways to make him survive/reappear, but I don't see this as a River Song scenario where we can safely assume one of his earlier-released adventures had to happen at the end of his personal timeline). But wherever God Among Us falls for him, he does very much meet God in it - or at least, a god, since the sentinel in Unbegotten is also described as a god of sorts, and even if he doesn't ultimately have the status of the god Jacqueline King is playing there, Unbegotten is still full to bursting with ghosts/undead/came back wrong/echo characters to continue underscoring that life/afterlife theme.

So all things considered, even allowing for the fact that we know Norton's twin hobbies are lying about himself and abusing time travel to suit his own ends/ever-shifting alliances, I find it difficult to believe we could get through a whole 6-part boxset about religion & death without something providing some kind of compelling evidence about where this adventure fits in among his other run-ins with apocalypses and gods and ghosts and dead-but-still-here characters/creatures, so I'm very much looking forward to any further exploration on that front.

And lastly, and least intellectually, I really want to know what the hell 20th-century Torchwood's obsession with Reginalds is. Reading through the cast list, I had to do two separate doubletakes over the character 'Sir Reginald Peebles' - firstly, because I had Reginald Rigsby on the brain, this being Soho (and the other Troughton brother being so active on BF's releases for this same month) - and secondly, because reading this in conjunction with the announcement for the July monthly adventure in which the new main Torchwood guy of the 20s is apparently called Sir Reginald Dellafield, there was a brief moment where I took that monthly release to be a tie-in with Ascension. I don't expect it to be, but damn. was it really so popular a name?

anyways, catch me thinking about those stained glass windows for the next couple months I guess (and knowing Torchwood Soho, for a long long time after it comes out as well lol)

[redley-of-many-noodles]

*holding writhing bag of shitty memes*

I GOT THE MORBS, START UP THE GRINDER

[vaspider]

Listen to me. Listen very carefully:

They are trying to wear you out.

They are trying to wear you out, and they own most major social media now, along with many major media outlets. The disinformation machine is cranking along. You are going to have to slow the fuck down and read things before you help them wear out other people, too.

So you just saw a post about a real scary bill, hunh? Republicans want to make it a capital offense to pet dogs and repeal The Sky Is Blue Act of 1793, declaring the new official color of the sky to be squant? Damn, that sounds scary.

Let's go look up this fictitious "Make The Sky Squant Again Act" on GovTracker* & on the official legislative tracker on congress.gov!

Well, let's see... GovTracker estimates it has a 1% chance of even getting out of committee and a 0% chance of being enacted, while congress.gov says this bill has 2 cosponsors who have been in the House and combined total of less than a month. The bill doesn't have any actual text, and it was referred to 5 different committees.

That fictitious bill and a hundred others like it are quite literally not worth your time, and more than that, continuing to wring your hands about it and tell other people about the scary scary squant sky bill only does their work for them. It scares people, it makes them spend time and energy on it, and it wears them out. It is a legislative Gish Gallop, meant to throw so many things at people that we can't keep up.

Even calling or messaging your Rep in this case means their staffer has to waste time responding to you and letting you know that Representative Buttzonheads definitely won't support making petting dogs a capital offense, a thing that will never, ever happen regardless.

Staying engaged in this environment is going to require protecting your heart and protecting your energy, yes, but also protecting the energy of others. This is why WWII propaganda posters also included ones taking people to task for spreading panicky rumors and undermining morale.

Do you know why most observant Jews don't eat chicken and dairy together, even though the ban is on red meat and dairy together bc you're not supposed to cook the calf in the milk of its mother?** It's not because we think that chicken might secretly lactate or Just Because. It's because the rabbis decided that if I'm sitting out in public and eating turkey and cheese together, someone might glance at the turkey and mistake it for red meat and think, "oh, well, I know that Spider is a good Jew, there must have been a change, or maybe I can just justify it to myself that if Spider does it, it must be permissible to bend the rules just that much." And I would then be accidentally leading my fellow Jew astray. We are responsible for being even more careful for the sake of others than we are for ourselves.

It's the same principle here. We need to really be careful about the information we are spreading and check things past reading a news site. Is it true? Is it relevant? Is it meaningful? Is the news site one I recognize? Can I find meaningful independent corroboration on another site, which is to say, if I find an article about it on a second site, is it just quoting or rephrasing this site?

Yeah, that is a lot. But that's how we keep them from using us to lead our fellows astray.

*GovTracker is an independent site. They explain their methodology in their About section.

**I cannot say enough how I am not at this time interested in going on a Jewish Side Quest About Dietary Laws on this post. Usually, I love it, but hold off this time, please, y'all. Let's stay on target this once.

[slimepuparibaba]

18+ NSFW CALEB HEADCANON, HEAR ME OUT! IF YOU ARE A MINOR THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING DO NOT TOUCH THIS WITH A 90-FOOT-POLE

ALSO I SOUND LIKE A MADMAN BUT HEAR ME OUT OK JUST... JUST HEAR ME OUT--

caleb gets worse and more depraved the longer sex goes on

HEAR ME OUT. JUST... JUST HEAR ME OUT.

The more he has you, the less restraint he has. by the time you're spent, he's PROBABLY STILL GOING SO LONG AS YOU DON'T ASK HIM TO STOP OR YOU DO NOT USE THE SAFE WORD (he abides by safe word and is heavy on consent, never assume otherwise)

It'll start with him on top of you, probably being rough (because let's be so real here Caleb is a freak and you are too), doing the usual, he'd encourage you to squirt, to cum, he'd whisper how filthy you are and how you're so perfect for him. he'll ask if you're aware about the size difference between you and him and how he could easily crush you, how he could ruin you for anyone else (oh but you would like that, wouldn't you baby? is probably what he'd ask)

I'M SAYING HE GETS WORSE AS TIME GOES ON. LET ME COOK HERE—HE GETS EXPONENTIALLY WORSE AND MORE UNHINGED THE LONGER THE SEX CONTINUES.

you think you're getting overstimulated? man's trying to get his cock milked over and over again, he's AIMING to be overstimulated. he wants to feel the warmth, the tightness, he wants to merge your flesh into one because HE IS THAT OBSESSED WITH YOU—

at some point he'd lose it entirely, start rambling about other things you could do.

"want me to tie you up, huh? use that little baton from when we first reunited, that thing in interrogations? oh you want that soooo bad don't you? want a collar around your little neck, want me to leash you and drag you around the room? you want me in uniform, want me to be gloved, spank you for misbehaving? how about i use my evol, fuck you against the wall, the ceiling? zero gravity even, drag you down on my cock? or maybe you wanna resonate, huh? wanna hear the disgusting things i think about, feel the way i feel whenever i thrust in and out of you?"

YEAH HE RAMBLES MORE THE LONGER THE SEX GOES ON. BECAUSE HE'S LOSING HIS GODDAMN MIND.

like he will start spouting out the most depraved thoughts he has of you the longer it goes, confessions spilling from his mouth. he's good at restraining, really, he is, but the longer he's inside you, the more of you he's tasted, THAT MAN? GONE. RESTRAINT? BYEEEEEEE

because you feel so good, and now his moans are turning into full on whimpers, and the moment you start seeming tired, and the moment he knows you've been going for WAY TOO LONG, he'll start bargaining

"I promise this'll end in seven minutes, just seven more minutes, need seven more minutes in heaven with you please please, please just please—"

and then when you PASS that seven minute mark (he's so invested), he finally becomes so whiny and apologizing

"I'm a filthy dog, they're right, I'm a disgusting mutt, I'm a beast, I'm a gross pervert, all I want is to take you and break you and rebuild you and mold you, I want you all to myself, I want to keep you here forever and fuck you like this forever, fuck, I'm a selfish disgusting bastard, I can't—"

he'll start raving on and on about how addicted he is, how he can't live without you, how you feel so good that he can't breathe, how he wants to stay right there with you, never leave, keep you there, breed you, and how he knows that he's a gross, disgusting pervert who's so honed in on fucking you out of your mind because it feels too good, he loves you so much, he needs you, he CRAVES you, but he's such a disgusting person and you're a divine being that's giving a sinner like him a chance--

Promise when he comes down from his high or you say the safe word that he'll return to normal and probably regret pushing it too far, ask if he did too much, etc.

he'll give you aftercare, he'll help you if you feel wobbly, he'll apologize over and over again for pushing your limits, say that you did so well and thank you for putting up with him...

...just... just know if you encourage him he will get even worse and you are in trouble

This man needs to be restrained and he would gladly BE restrained cuz the moments restraints are off and he gets a piece of you, KNOW HE WILL GET EXPONENTIALLY WORSE

(and if you're into that you should rile him up actually)