#and yet they also recognized like well this is gold so how about we absolutely never let them go

[unproduciblesmackdown]

for real how epic that akd crushes this role for 6 seasons where they are acting it tf up and whenever they appear guaranteed Very Present when they contrast so much against the backdrop of the rest of the series' milieu in addition to having a usual intensity in demeanor and billions had to hold the role back to avoid eclipsing its supposed core parts but didn't just try to get rid of them about it and so we get all this energy already and the constant nonbinarity too. win

[inkskinned]

okay yes it's often bad and hard and sometimes i am so anxious my whole body feels like it's vibrating but also at the same time the gps took me a different way on my drive and i got to see more of the river than i usually do and yesterday the sun was still above the horizon after 7pm and that was amazing and the whole sky turned an orange-gold like how they try to make ice cream taste; you know, one of those evenings that just tears you open no matter how jaded you get. it's warm for the first time here and people had lined up against the water just to stand outside and watch the sunset

and yeah it's tax season no i haven't done mine yet but when i mentioned it offhand in a single side-comment three days later my friend sent me a list of helpful tips and followed up to see if i'd need help on them

there's this parking lot for a walking trail near where i live and one of the two google reviews is my actual favorite: love it here. there were so many beautiful parking spots but sadly we could only take one. and no this person isn't going to go viral and probably the only people navigating to this spot are extremely local - but there's something so precious to me about someone taking the time to write something that will make strangers in their community laugh, even though there's no way for me to tell them good one! directly

yes i am not doing well sometimes i'm doing even very-badly but recently i have been given enough breathing room to say okay, this situation is bad, but then it will be over, and you will be moving onto the next thing and it's true that i need to get groceries and pay rent and argue with my health insurance but it is also true that in the absolute stress and anarchy of my life today someone recognized my dog before they recognized me and was so excited because "they tell everyone about the greyhound in the area and didn't get a picture before so can they take a picture now please"

in class we all stand in a circle and are all grown adults and for a moment while the teacher is figuring something out, we all hold hands, just to be silly and connected. for no reason at all at 8pm on a thursday my friends and i start breaking out the dance moves to high school musical. my coworker gchats me during a meeting about the book he recommended to me and i'm enjoying reading

i help a high school set up for a star-themed dance and while putting up streamers i find graffiti that says if you're reading this, i love you, and we're both going to get out of here right next to fuck everyone, live out of spite, don't let the fuckers make you die. on the bridge where i walk my dog someone has written i love you and on the sidewalk in chalk someone has written i love you and on the side of the water tower someone has written i love you

at the bottom of a text post an internet poet says - i love you, i love you, i love you. i've never met you, i love you because you exist and we exist together. and isnt that enough for now. just for this moment, i mean. like, if you just close your eyes and breathe - somewhere, across this world, i love you, because you're here with me.

[bluedalahorse]

off the cuff thoughts about the differences between being public and being recognized

Don’t hate me but I’m actually really interested in what kinds of delicious narrative tension Young Royals 3 is going to play with when it comes to the Wilhelm/Simon relationship not just being something that happens openly but something that is public. As in, a relationship that has a public presence and meaning, that is going to be consumed by the public in some way and evaluated under public scrutiny. As in something that the palace may attempt to curate and spin a certain way for the public eye.

In my mind, being “public” is different than just being “recognized” or just being “together” in a way that the people around you can see. In a show that’s a little more “slice of life” like Heartstopper (hate to use this as the contrast example but it was the first thing that comes to mind) there’s a lot of emotional stakes to Nick and Charlie calling one another boyfriends, and then being boyfriends in front of their friends and family. And generally it’s positive when they can take these steps of being more recognized by the people around them, because it allows for a lot more emotional honesty, self-expression, and self-acceptance. It’s also historically significant, given the way that queer couples in previous periods of history have at times been forced to live in the shadows.

For Wilhelm and Simon there’s emotional stakes to being recognized as a couple, especially as they try to reclaim agency for themselves in the wake of being violently outed. Yet Wilhelm’s position as crown prince means there’s going to be political stakes as well, and for that reason they can’t be recognized without also being public. And it feels very much like this emotional threads and these political threads are in conflict. Whether they like it or not, Wilhelm and Simon are symbols. I do wonder if Kristina and some of her associates at the palace will choose to openly support Wilhelm and Simon’s relationship, but also express a lot of opinions about how that relationship gets styled and posed in photo ops. The monarchy could want Wilhelm and Simon’s relationship to be a sign of their progressiveness, showing that they can adapt to the times while still remaining one of Sweden’s constants. But I admit I would absolutely devour a storyline where this is called out for the calculating PR move that it is, and not just written off as a message about cozy acceptance.

I also think it’s interesting how this idea of the public image of relationships applies to other characters in the show. Public scrutiny is something we think of affecting queer relationships a lot, but it impacts other types of relationships as well. So let’s go into the girls’ arcs for a little bit…

Felice is constantly under scrutiny for how people perceive her relationships to Wilhelm and August, and she is consistently negatively impacted by social expectations around female gender roles. People gossip about her being a gold digger when Wilhelm kisses her, for instance, despite Wilhelm initiating. Alternately, I think a lot about the shift between Felice and August’s initial hookup in 1.3, where Felice is in a bad place emotionally but at least has some agency in her anger and rage, and some of Felice and August’s early public appearances, such as when the headmistress expresses approval of them together and says August looks happier. There’s subtext here about Hillerska being the place where high status boys and girls meet one another to eventually marry, and about women managing the emotions of the men they’re in relationships with. And, what does August yell at Felice for? For not holding his grief for him when he’s sad about Erik, of course, and holding emotional space for Wilhelm instead. He expects her to be managing his emotions. This is not just August’s general toxic douchery (although there is that) but like, what adults and public expectations have socialized into him from birth. Now, Felice and August’s relationship was never going to be functional to begin with and it’s pretty damn dysfunctional in private, but that public pressure to behave according to certain roles made things even worse between them. It trapped Felice, too, because of the expectations that she act like a Good Society Wife to whoever she’s in a relationship with and not challenge him. That’s why Felice’s public instagram blast is so important. It’s not just a fun moment, but one where she stops playing the Nice Girl and says openly how fed up she is.

Meanwhile, in season 2, Sara and August’s relationship doesn’t have quite the same kind of dysfunction. But I’m really struck by the anxiety and fear that hits Sara during the scene in 2.4, when she overhears August’s phone call to the palace and the plans for the next ten years of his life. When Sara and August fight at the ball, we can see how worried she is about the idea of her relationship with August being under the PR microscope. Not just because she’s in a relationship with the guy who exposed her brother and was pretty shitty to her best friend (although, there is very much that) but because of the nature of public scrutiny in general. Sara is already looking ahead to the endless slog of press conferences and curated social media feeds, and she knows August wouldn’t be able to protect her from that because he is the reason she’d be getting that attention in the first place. Wilhelm wasn’t able to protect Simon, after all. She’s also got her eye on how the threat of attention is affecting August, making note of how he’s turned to unprescribed ADHD medication to stay on his feet. I think it’s incredibly smart of Young Royals have the canonically autistic and ADHD character be so aware of the psychic toll it takes to present a public persona, and to recoil from that horror when it’s offered to her by the person she most desires. (I also think that’s exactly why an AU fic where Sara ends up in that public princess-consort-to-be role would be so damn interesting. I don’t think we’ve seen that kind of story with an explicitly AuDHD character and I would honestly just be fascinated.)

To bring this back around to Wilmon… I do not want to ignore the historical significance of a queer prince having a recognized queer relationship, and I do think that is something that can come with moments of joy and happiness that I will enjoy as an audience member. At the same time, I think given what this show has chosen to say about relationships serving a public function, especially in ways that reinforce the class system, I am practically salivating to see what kind of commentary we will get about how this relationship gets packaged for the public. What kind of PDA is acceptable to the press? What terms are Simon and Wilhelm allowed to use to refer to one another in interviews? What kinds of places are they allowed to be seen together? What hobbies can they pursue? What colors is a queer prince allowed to wear? Is the pink sweater Wilhelm’s sign of rebellion, or was it imposed on him by stylists because they thought it made him approachable and quirky and accepted by his parents, and Wilhelm found himself liking it in spite of the imposition? Does Simon feel he can reclaim a sense of his own image, or does he feel like he’s being curated into something he’s not? What if Simon’s ideas for his future conflict with those of the palace’s? What then? How do they find their real relationship with one another when the people around them are always attempting to craft one?

I also wonder what our role will be as audience. We have been watching Simon and Wilhelm’s story for three seasons now. Will the show challenge some of our assumptions about true love and authenticity? Will it call us out for our voyeurism? To what extent are we complicit with the public scrutiny that governs the lives of Hillerska students and the upper classes? I am so curious to find out what season 3 has to say about us, even if it takes the form of criticism we aren’t expecting.

[blindmagdalena]

Center Stage in a Gilded Cage sounds super interesting!! can we get any hints on what it’s about??

yes absolutely! I was filling yandere prompts and REALLY fell down the rabbit hole with this one, but it ended up being pretty different than I expected. the basic premise is that Homelander starts observing a perfectly ordinary citizen go about their daily routine (the reader) and gradually becomes fixated on their potential to remedy the emptiness he experiences in his own home life. they're domestically capable, nurturing, kind, and seem to him a perfect fit. on top of that, he considers their life exceptionally drab and lonely. mundane. he cannot fathom that they're in any way content when they have so little (in his opinion) in terms of material and social fulfillment.

so, he makes the elective decision to kidnap rescue them from their mundane life and bring them into his world. shockingly to him, they're not impressed! they are in fact quite angry, but he has built this up so much in his mind, he refuses to let them leave until they see reason. what ultimately comes of this is a hostage situation wherein Homelander is desperately trying to reconcile how this person can possibly be so miserable when he's offering them the world on a gold platter. it forces him to reevaluate his own perception of freedom, happiness, and fulfillment, and what that might actually mean. he also needs to come to terms with the fact that no matter how prettily it's presented, a cage is still a cage, and for all his power and self-defined freedom, he's also in one. here's a snippit!

Over time, he begins to recognize regulars. People moving back and forth, day in and day out, no different than ants moving grains back and forth. He has to laugh. It's no wonder god abandoned man. Man is fucking boring.

Even the god they made for themselves thinks so.

To ease the monotony, he concocts little stories for the ones he recognizes. He imagines the kinds of lives they live outside of the commutes and routines he observes. He names one of them Peter, and every day he invents a new reason Peter is yet again running late for his train. Because he's always late, Peter never stops for the woman selling street meat on the corner across from the station.

Homelander imagines that the meat she peddles is people, and that she's got her eye on that speedy little rabbit, Peter.

And then one day, he notices you.

Just like all the other busy little bees, you go about your routine each and every day. Sometimes you're in a rush, other times you enjoy your stroll. Regardless, you always find time to stop and give money to the same homeless man occupying one of the few alleyways protected by an awning. Sometimes you linger to chat, other times you can only stop long enough to drop something into his hands.

It isn't always money. Oftentimes you have food for him packed neatly into a little take-out box. Despite the packaging, it looks homemade. You always have a warm smile for him, even when you’re obviously frazzled.

To the rest of the world, this man may as well be fucking invisible, but here you are handing him a box of home cooked food like he's someone who matters. Homelander is the world's greatest hero, and yet some bum on the street is being fed with more love and attention to detail than he ever has.

It's a goddamn joke.

More and more, it becomes apparent to Homelander that you’re pathetically lonely. After a few days of observing you amongst the others, he starts trailing you more actively, forgetting all about Peter and his eventual butcher. You live alone, working and cooking for only yourself and your homeless pal. He watches from a distance while you toil away, cooking more food than you’ll eat in a week for someone you see for a fraction of each of your weekdays.

It couldn’t be more obvious that you’re desperate for someone to take care of.

[acourtofquestions]

Okay so my week is only getting less conducive to reading & posting so here’s some reaction spam of random round ups throughout ToD & KoA as fast as my thumbs can type them & whatever my brain recalls cause I’ve gotta squeal this out before I implode & then go try to sleep so I don’t fully make tomorrow miserably impossible & long😂

The line in ToD about Nesryn’s nieces & nephews being the light of her life gets me every time🥹😭 I love how we got to see & meet her family, I love how that led to her further connection with Sartaq, I love how his family was close enough to stop with the whole ritualistic murder thing

Chaol’s arc was so well done I have so many thoughts but mostly my old CoM self is just glad to be back here AND YRENE TOWERS MY WYRD I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER literally just I LOVE HER and I want a Baast cat

Inaccessibility being one of the biggest issues is such a relatable real world problem like how have people with magic not figured this out yet I wonder the same thing everytime I go somewhere that doesn’t have ramps handicap parking sign translators etc

Chaol recognizing Celaena’s handwriting and then telling Yrene the story will forever be such a 🥹 moment

The way he healed was beautiful too, the chapter facing Aelin, the discussions with Yrene

And again just AGAIN everything about Yrene

And Nesryn who is so underrated and I just want the world for our Empress queeeeen

The tiny Easter eggs leading to everything essentially rounding up the series to Aelin doing small acts of kindness that come full circle and save everyone is so beautiful

I hate Maeve, I am now claustrophobic, and having my old Peeta days come back to me from HG

Those were some of the most painful chapters I’d ever read

Aelin def knows somethings up with Maeve and the Valg

Dorian planning to take the price is horrifying and yet also comforting and yet horrifying and the two of them plotting it out is making me nervous

KALTAINS GHOST

Dorian and Manon are absolute gold

Them and the thirteen — I mean this content is just fantastic — we’re getting some great Vesta moments

The new power is also interesting & cool

I know Aedion’s hurting but wow could you be anymore of an asshole towards Lys? Look what she did was horrible (mostly cause the whole let’s make the world think you married your cousin thing is wrong on so many levels) that aside she was just doing what HER queen said she loves Aelin she didn’t want this either and he needs to deal with his own shit and stop putting it on Lysandra I mean LYSANDRA OF ALL PEOPLE CAN THE WOMAN GET A BREAK

Darrow I hate you still

Nox I’m still not over you being back thanks buddy I missed ya

Lorcan finding Aelin first and sobbing in relief has so much depth to it I’m gonna have to discuss later

Even their bickering it’s a bit of a relief to have the spark and almost normal… not forgiven just better I guess

And then him saying he already thought Elide was powerful and he crawled for Aelin not Maeve

And all the I CARE ABOUT YOU scenes with SO MANY OF THEM we got Manorian we got Elorcan we still got Rowaelin now we got platonic stuff with Fenrys the list GOES ON

Curious what Rens figuring out cause someone’s gotta be figuring out the whole isn’t Aelin thing and I have a feeling his Lysandra obsession is more than that

Glad to see sweet Evangeline again… I’ll feel better when we get so safe Fleetfoot comes home

Anxious over my war side babies cause there REALLL deep in the bad stuff

The one thing I CAN thank SJM for is not making Fenrys hurt Aelin I spend half the time terrified that was gonna be the next play though the freaky dreams were a whole new level of fucked up not to mention the fact they stole her scars because that’s how mutilated she was and now she’s foreign to herself and my heart hurts

Also the do not yield scene😭

And Fireheart being my new fav all time term of endearment

And their (Fenrys & Aelin) blinking code … honestly I need to put it on a bookmark for frequent translation

And again Fenrys who btw BABE WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME I ABOUT LOST IT WHEN I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD BUT HE BROKE THE OATH FOR HER AND THEN THEIR HUG AND ALL OF IT AND ALSO

I started wondering the same thing about could you double oath it and cancel it out so I finally got my oath answer and lost it again because the iron “take it off” scene… idk which even came first just ow and then LIVE.

The moment Aelin realizes it’s really Rowan

And then he says can I hold you

And then that he’d love her even if she never got back to who she was

And then she’s still storing power away and a half living inferno and probably gonna go save the day

and she’s trying but she doesn’t know what’s real but Fenrys reminded her and she’s trying so hard

And she got the rings

And the I’m so tired Rowan line that broke me again

And the beautiful things glowworm starry night

Then there’s again Elide and Lorcan

The impending Morath

Dorian and Manon shenanigans

All these sub plots I’m sure are gonna be a big deal

Chaol hasn’t even caught up yet

And Yrene is PREGNANT?!

And I still can’t wait for them all to meet

And then AGAIN with the little folk

And the crown of Mab though now it’s kinda got bad vibes tbh

And all the queenlyness Aelin STILL is

And the scene where Rowan sees what would’ve been his children and her seeing how he would’ve been her mate either way

And then her hair being too long and the tattoos gone and this terribly long list

And him coming for her And her thinking he wouldn’t and his words on that

Aelin telling Rowan she didn’t break

Rowan calling Fenrys brother

Elides wisdom always saving the day

Lysandra becoming Wivern and so many things to save them all

Finally meeting the bane

Chaol going back to Anielle

Connall who we barely got to know and idk what was even real

And now no one knows where Maeve or mystery last cadre is

Ugh I need more time but alas this is the round up to shortly delve into more cause I do have annotations lol

Okay this has been fangirl screaming in Wyvern

Ps ABRAXOS HAS A MATE SITTING IN A TREE LOL

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

🦋 Titania <- The Goddess Never Said Her Name Was This, But, Then Again She Never Said her Name.

Warning : Long Post ! - Extremely Long !

here are some absolute pure fact's, details about her.

I tell you the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth about this entity & you are not allowed to worship her, she will kill you without Mercy, and your soul ends up in hell. trust me don't be stupid, don't be daring.

the goddess is absolutely green consisting of no other colors besides green or green light of every shade of color, and every shade of Green from all the way from Deep emerald to vintage to neon Green to light green, she is Omni Green !

she smokes more than a fucking volcano, although a ghost also knows that being a ethereal although just a ethereal being she is 100% still smoking long after she experienced it in life ?

she does not have a husband Named Orbitron

She's a deity and She's recognized by God as a deity, God sees her as Kin, and God sees her as part of his Divine family of one of the many deities she's a pure blood deity in other words she has two Divine parents she's a true deity an extension of the Divine family.

the Goddess of insectoids/bug's/arachnids/arthropods/gastropods/Ect. - But the word fairy was made up on Earth, so on Earth they call her the queen of the fairies She face palm when he heard that and She said that's what they call me over there when she was looking at the planet 🌎 Earth when we were standing on our planet looking towards yours.

she's a very emotional and very moody goddess, she's extremely secretive, she's extremely quiet as well being around her she rather just go into deep thought and think a lot she very much ignores you but she cares about her responsibilities that's when she gets super active it goes right back to ignoring you ? she's a very hurt goddess but I can tell she's had a very troubled past, She's had an extremely rough and aggressive Past, an unbelievably traumatic path that she keeps Extremely Secret ? you can really tell, by the way she acts.

she's a goddess that it will either give you shifty eyes or just not look at you at all.

She's a goddess who has been known in the world with what details I could get to be true true lovers of fairies true lovers of all things bug she loves them more than words alone can express them she has infinite mercy and infinite forgiveness for them whenever they do something she is beyond bias, she has the strongest mother's love, but she also is not a human so there's a lot of things about her there if they're seen as imperfections or flaws about her nature but then again humans will complain about everything not being human, there's a reason why they try to anthropomorphize, Every motherfucking thing in Nature. one of the most idiotic things the most unrealistic and irrational things human beings have ever done is try to get mad at something which was not human to begin with on having bad character which will be described instead of a human being and get angry at the ethics of something which can't even so much comprehend morality or the human nature. humans are extremely fucking stupid when they do that shit I seen so many people try to tell animals how to have good ethics and good morals as the other people try to describe the animals how they need to accept they're religion like I've seen Christians do that shit in Catholics, I've actually seen people do that when it comes to dog's, I've seen that shit. they try to get their dog to swear to their Bibles they can see their dog in heaven.

The Goddess exist on both sides white and black she exists on the summer side and she exists on the Eternal Darkness side there is one side of the portal that is always light but yet sometimes you'll see night, but on our side it is always dark but sometimes you'll see a green sun as well on the other side of the portal you see a yellow sun, that talks and is sentient. human beings called the gold Hive and the silver Hive what we know is truly as hive as they called them courts ? this confused as shit on me cuz humans are stupid creatures that make everything into a fantasy their minds go wild with fantasy when I simply explain the reality ! - there are no such things as Unseeley Court the word Seeley means blessed - They are the hive of the gold which is light and the hive of the silver which is night. positive a negative a light fae dark Fae but the ones of the light are the ones that want the other worlds and killed everyone to convert them in the hive they would try to take over worlds and end all life there to convert The Planet Of The Hive we dark fairies didn't actually do that despite we are natural and all the ways of Darkness and Negative energy and all that you would call evil we never did any of that you have to open a portal and slowly we would creep through and Eventually they're being invasion.

She is linked with the Grays she knows of the Grays, the Gray's come from our world, despite she would often ignore me and not listen to me when I spoke to her she would absolutely open up and speak to them when they spoke. when any of the fairies spoke she would ignore all equally worthless but when the Gray's Spoke she's opt up and actually say something. 😡 the fucking cunt Goddess Said all are worthless to me ?! she may not have said it with her words but she said it with her actions.

this is also the same Goddess that cursed me to forever be a goddamn male when I used to be an eternal female she forced me to be a male, it's a court she placed upon me, I was there when she cast The Curse she she literally directly went up to me and just cursed me for no goddamn good reason I saw her laying on her fucking bed chair thing I don't know super long chair you lay on, and then she literally casted a fucking spell ain't like she was smoking and the next thing I know I went from being a female to being a male and I could never break that fucking curse I never wanted to be a male she and I both hate MASCULINITY so she cursed me to be a male ? 😡 Fucking Cunt ?

you cannot worship, this goddess. she does not tolerate Worship in anything except a fairy also known as an insectoid she does not tolerate it whatsoever. she kills everybody to try to contact her contact her but the only what time you're allowed to contact her is when you want to let your soul be eaten by her, YOU READ THAT RIGHT, she needs to eat your immortal Soul process it through her body digest your spirit rip apart everything that it makes up your entire soul and Consciousness digest the parts that will be useless to the insectoid energy put you back together if possible and then rebirth you through her, Goddess Ghost Pussy ! - I know that sounds absurd but that was my experience and that was real as fuck, she literally gave birth to me when she gave birth she gave she she also let loose a bunch of Ectoplasmic Cum ! - and at that point I could feel it at that point I knew this was now our divine mother I finally became a fairy but then I got reincarnated on earth and the type of agenda and I know I can feel inside just by my soul is extremely extremely fucking extremely damaged, I still know that I'm a little bit of a fairy ( insectoid ) if that little bit goes out this whole body drops and it becomes in animated because I'm now dead, empowering my body off that last little spark and that spark dies, I die. - if you try to worship the goddess she will kill you she shows I've been around her I seen her do it caught us and many other fairies off guard all the time she goes to war to any fucking person or soul that tries to worship her who doesn't want it who doesn't want to become a fairy they just want to fucking use her for her power and her abilities, you cannot become a fairy while you're alive you have to die or if she's in the world if he can be seen and you can go up to her you have to tell her you want to become a fairy get ready cuz you're about to be eating, she's going to eat you she's going to digest you and she's going to She's going to convert you but if your soul is not compatible to bug energy you just get eaten. - There's a Reason Why VORE is Sacred, in Faeryland ! - ( Hive World )

This Goddess often Seen, hating men or fighting against male deities. the spicy hates males she has a different view or feelings or something that comes a male fairies she's much much nicer to them though despite she hates all men she's extremely biased towards male Fairy's, even though our world is female dominant and female Domain There's no kingdoms is only Queendom's, males are eating a lot by the women killed slaughtered dominated but the women will murder each other over a mate over a male and we are not monogamous. it's by all that shit she does not hate mail insectoids at all I've been around her she does not treat male and sex with like shit often she tries to have sex with them, she doesn't hate male ferries she sees them as the most precious things there is she doesn't hate female fairies either although she she kind of hates them a little bit Because They're competition & it's another Female !

the goddess Titania has multiple fucking Size's, one minute she's a Giantess 21 ft tall or 50 or one next minute he's a Small fairy the size Bigger then the palm of your hand ! she makes no sense but then again she's also a Ethereal and maybe she's just showing off the things she experienced in her many different lifetimes.

she never gave us her name, I only call her titanium because that is the only name I know of the queen of the fairies there are so many other names for goddesses that are queen of the fairies and I'm just might makes my head spin like what the fuck is this world experienced, are they or were they invented this world because human beings are so good at lying they create false realities, he was great fiction, no other creature does that, that does not mean the other creatures don't have an imagination and it doesn't mean other creatures can't be creative it just means human beings create fiction, in other words they love lies, human beings love to mix art with lies also called fiction. and then human beings love that shit to the extreme ? 🤨 - Ayo, Wtf ? . . . 😐 Anyway, she never told us her name, a few other names of goddesses another fairies that I found were ( Diana, said to be of the fairy kingdom <- ? Male ? ) - ( There is Aine ? - A Celtic goddess of the fairies, ALTHOUGH SHE'S NOT COMPLETELY FUCKING GREEN AND HE DOESN'T FUCKING SMOKE, AND SHE'S NOT BLOODTHIRSTY AS FUCK ? our goddess as far as more violent than the goddess Kail, our goddess is more violent and bloodthirsty than Mortal Kombat ! )

humans create so much fucking fiction I can't it's so hard on the internet to weave what's a video game Bullshit what religious stuff and what is just some fanfiction shit someone came up with. there's so much fucking fiction it's so hard to find truth. everyone has lost their mind in fantasy and I'm trying to I'm trying to stay grounded to reality like a damn Mountain. 😡 and when I speak of a reality that seems non-existent and can't be real shit hit the fan for me. 😡 I sometimes wonder if I was fated to suffer on Earth because God, or The FATES decide to be as cruel to me as possible and I haven't done anything. wasted there is still yet not a war. 🛸🛸🛸

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in our world Our Goddess has never said her name

imagine if the word Jesus Was Erased but you know it was said multiple times in the past but all the bibles are gone and everything of the world has been destroyed and there's no proof or sign of it anywhere.

even the most highest of insectoids also known in this world is fairies did not know her name she was called by the little Grays Mama tall graze the mother and by all fairies and it's like toy known as a Great Goddess notice how everyone's calling her by her title no one's calling her by her name.

cuz her name was forgotten her name with lost and she never wanted to repeat it ever again.

Another Thing is That, I just want to go Home, I don't want to conquer your world, I don't even want to be your world. I'm not human. I'm not schizophrenic I'm not mentally ill I don't but keep mental illness as a human concept. I don't do any drugs except for caffeine I do that in moderate amount.. I'm not writing fixing I'm not writing fantasy.

And Thay 👽👽👽 See Earth AS There Home, I don't know but if it's a shared confusion I don't know if they're full of shit I don't know if they're lying to us and that didn't agree to lie I don't know they're just fucking stupid ? I don't know if they're robots and their software is glitch and a Virus Got out until like Some kind of Cybernetic Network ?

But, They Really Believe, This is their home and it was taken from them. they don't tell us who took it from them they simply say the evil ones they cannot name them otherwise they will appear around you and kill you ? so apparently their enemy is extremely fucking psychic ? their enemy is so God damn fucking psychic and they're also made a pure dark energy ? like shadow people. that once you know them know their name they feel extremely threatened and they go on not attack but they go to war with anything that knows a little too much about them they feel too threatened they feel the need to go into absolute on back to save themselves.

Thus, Why it's important for them to get keep you ignorant so that you don't "disappear" and the Agent's, Don't Go Fucking Nut's.

if you wonder why I talked so much on this blog about this shit it's because I treat Humanity like a police report, if somebody broke into your house or if you have a missing loved one you want to give that cop as much information as possible so they could do their job thoroughly and efficiently as possible !

yet Humanity read my writings if they will work for fiction the an act of mental illnesses human beings did not or was not intelligent enough to read my writings and understand that they were truth.

I often wonder if Humanity has any intelligence left ?

Human beings are overwhelmingly fucking stupid which points to Extinction. they're all so extremely sensitive so when you call people stupid they feel offended which kind of makes you wonder if they think they know that they're stupid cuz if you're guilty of something and someone says something about they who do wrong you feel guilty.

so if you call people stupid and they feel stupid they must know they're stupid ?

because people who know they're not stupid are called stupid and it doesn't affect them because they know they're not stupid.

anyway that's why I gave someone information so that someone out there could help me there's 8 billion human beings on the earth and I was hoping at least one of them could take what I said seriously go through it when they had time and GOD DAMN FUCKING HELP ME, find my peoples find a name with my goddamn goddesses called Help me find the other hybrids gets help me get some information on the grays. but I learned in this extremely shitty world that if you want something done you got to do it yourself. this world really teaches you against love, this world really teaches you to go against love against Community against connection against being socialist World teach you to be a mindless soulless fucking drone to do everything yourself and have no bond or connection anybody else.

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human beings will go out of their way to treat you like shit as much as possible for no goddamn good reason but besides the factor stupid piece of shits are extremely fucking corrupted. i Nicknamed it, Rogue Humanity.

so I sometimes wonder if all eight billion human beings just simply do not give a fuck you know the Gray's also called you models right ?

they said that you were the old model in that humanity is a series of models. but they've been creating the slowly recreate their people. also known as insectoids.

which doesn't make sense to me is why they had to start third mixer DNA with that of a monkey in order to create the first human also known as the first hybrid why couldn't they go right to insect toward why they had to do all this stupid genetic Fiddle fucking around ?

but I know this because they said they need to go out to the fairy souls and that's why they had to capture titanium YAH ! She got captured, even though she's an extremely powerful goddess she still got overpowered by the grays, And There 🛸

she can't compare her power to that of God we all knowing all powerful and on the present God is an ultimate deity it's not fair to call all the other deities fake deities or false deities because they are lesser that be like calling other human beings fake Humanity, simply because they are not good enough or their skills and abilities are not equal to yours. it's extremely disgusting & Short-sighted !

our guys got overpowered and captured and was extremely excitedly tortured on their ship and they were she got they all so change her to a table but she was kneeling at the same time they demanded it that she give clairvoyance to them to wear the fairies are in the spirit Realm and also when they said that they're going to convert and turn all the human souls in the hybrids even though God said all human souls are going to hell. I think the gray is going to get a rude awakening when they go to abduct all the human souls and they end up in hell anyway.

God Said : he showed up two hands and the left hand the left ghostly giant white glowing fucking hand showed Souls pouring out with like this Red mist and red energy and in the bottom hand was hell.

and God literally showed a barrage of a waterfall of souls pouring directly in the house screaming and crying all the way fucking down the average Joe and people you see out there in the world going to hell and God said all of them are going to hell. he Lily said not a single human soul is going to be able to make it to Heaven they're all going to hell which means no human soul is going to make it to the Elysian fields to Valhalla, the field of reeds, which is heaven in Egypt. God Lily said that everybody is going to be thrown into hell everybody's doomed he said that not cryptically not not in mystic way he said that directly pure blank, blunt English.

GOD : All Humans, Are Going To Hell.

God said nothing about the fairies and he said they would be safe, God said nothing about reptilians going to hell, God literally didn't name a single fucking thing and I was paying so intense attention to God God could feel the extreme intensity to me listen to anything and everything he was saying I was carving in my soul as if my soul was like an emerald tablet everything God said became, also the most important thing I've ever heard that it came from fucking God now I'm going to I'm going to be honest I care more about my own goddess even though she's a bitch and I do God but God knows and God and God likes that about me he wants not to be worshiped he wants others to worship his family the other deities you.

but at the same time, you only belong to your deities so God basically just said that as well it's when you're with the deities you belong to certain deities and I belong to our goddess ( CAN THE FUCKING CUNT, GIVE US HER FUCKING NAME ) i'm only going to give her cherish,worship, love, eternal to DEDICATION eternal loyalty i gave my immortal soul to become what i wanted by also became a property and extension oF her the least you could do is give, is HER FUCKING NAME ! ? ! !

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The Great Hunt, Chapter 43 - A Plan

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(A’dam icon) In which threads start to come back together.

PERSPECTIVE: Min digs her nails into her palm at the first piercing cry coming out of the room, but picks up her skirts and runs out of the house when she realizes she can't help. She's out in the street before she realizes, crying hard. She almost doesn't realize it when she hears a low-pitched shout of her name. Nynaeve and Elayne have spotted her! She tells them almost immediately that it's too dangerous for them to be in Falme, with all these damane about... but oh it's good to see them.

Nynaeve ignores the warning and asks where Egwene is, and is she alright? Min says diplomatically that she's as well as can be expected, knowing Nyn would charge in and try to save her if she knew the whole truth. She says she's found a ship captain who's willing to risk leaving without permission, if they can get Egg to his ship, but Egg is about to be carted off to Seanchan to locate ore for them. Nyn says she’d planned to ride back out, despite Seanchan patrols on the whole of Toman Head, and rumours of some sort of fighting beyond there.(1)

Elayne wishes Rand were here, or at least someone with a sword. Ten, a hundred. Min says even an army might not be enough. Min says they don't have an army, so they three will have to be enough. She sees a slight vision around the women, a heavy gold ring for Nyn and a hot iron and an axe for Elayne, though she has no clue what they mean.

Nyn suggests they go talk to this ship's captain first, so Min leads the way to an inn, and Bayle Domon.(2) After some conversation, he says if they can get his ship out of the harbour without being blown up, it's suited for sailing the shallows where the big Seanchan ships can't reach, he can get them out for sure, but he'd need a damane to make the first leg of the trip. Nyn asks, what if he had something better than a damane? She takes out the cord around her neck, and Min recognizes the heavy ring as the one from her visions,(3) but there with it is Nyn's White Tower snake ring. He knows what the latter means. Nyn says he'll be surprised what they can do even before they earn the ring, and if he sails with them three and one more, he'll have three who can fight damane. He agrees to be ready to sail at a moment's notice, and the women leave.

Outside, Nyn sags against the front of the inn.(4) But, no time to rest, there are plans yet to make, and one or two small problems to work out. Min hopes that she's not just pretending to be confident when she says that last.

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(1) I wonder if that's related to the Whitecloaks manufacturing conflict between Tarabon and Arad Doman. (Also, whoever put "damane" and "Domani" in the same book ought to be necromancy'd and killed again YES I MEAN YOU ROBERT.) (2) NOT A COINCIDENCE! Hey Domon, how about we bail on this joint? (3) Yeah, hey, why is Lan's signet ring in Min's visions? (4) The sort of reaction Nyn's POVs never show us, that she would never acknowledge from inside her own head, exhausted from having to pretend to be so absolutely confident. Unreliable narrators! Gotta love them! (Or else!)

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Wellness best quotes

Wellness best quotes Wellness best quotes, aphorisms and ideas to discover the true meaning and essence of living in a good state of complete physical, mental and social well-being. Health is a state of complete physical, mental and social well-being, and not merely the absence of disease or infirmity. World Health Organisation You can't expect to prevent negative feelings altogether. And you can't expect to experience positive feelings all the time. The Law of Emotional Choice directs us to acknowledge our feelings but also to refuse to get stuck in the negative ones. Greg Anderson The World Health Organisation’s definition of health highlights the holistic nature of wellness. It’s not just about being free from illness but encompasses a range of physical, mental, and social factors that contribute to our overall wellness. Mark twain He had always been so unlucky that sometimes he even seemed to find a certain healthy comfort in thinking about the luck and well-being of others! Carl William Brown One should eat to live, not live to eat. Moliere The concept of total wellness recognizes that our every thought, word, and behavior affects our greater health and well-being. And we, in turn, are affected not only emotionally but also physically and spiritually. Greg Anderson It is health that is real wealth and not pieces of gold and silver. Mahatma Gandhi If individual well-being means collective malaise, it means that the economic numbers don't add up. Carl William Brown Take care of your body, it’s the only place you have to live. Jim Rohn

Aphorisms on wellness Health is not valued until sickness comes. Thomas Fuller The mind and body work together. What one feels, the other reacts to. Unknown Our economic system is evidently not "Pareto efficient", in fact the more someone increases their well-being and the more others increase their discomfort: our system is therefore "Pareto deficient". Carl William Brown Only one thing has to change for us to know happiness in our lives: where we focus our attention. Greg Anderson Our well-being is nothing but the deprivation of discomfort. This is why the philosophical sect that gave more importance to voluptuousness also reduced it to the mere absence of pain. Not having any evil is the greatest good that man can hope for, as Ennius said: Nimium boni est, cui nihil est mali. Michel de Montaigne The well-being and quality of life of a nation's citizens depends greatly on the capabilities of their intellectuals. By the way, how are you? Carl William Brown Although our inattention can contribute to our lack of total well-being, we also have the power to choose positive behaviors and responses. In that choice we change our every experience of life! Greg Anderson To eat is a necessity, but to eat intelligently is an art. Francois La Rochefoucauld God understood as absolute truth, as justice and social well-being for all does not yet exist or if he does, he has not yet been found. Carl William Brown There is no health without mental health; mental health is too important to be left to the professionals alone, and mental health is everyone’s business. Vikram Patel We are what we repeatedly eat. Healthy eating is not an act, but a habit. Felicity Luckey The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don’t want, drink what you don’t like, and do what you’d rather not. Mark Twain

Quotes and ideas on wellness For the human species, the true existential, concrete and definitive conflict should be between the ideas that aim to spread serenity, peace and well-being to all men and those that instead persist in wanting to make only the elites happy. Carl William Brown What most people don’t realize is that food is not just calories: It’s information. It actually contains messages that communicate to every cell in the body. Dr. Mark Hyman Want to learn to eat a lot? Here it is: Eat a little. That way, you will be around long enough to eat a lot. Anthony Robbins The only way to have a good life is to have a healthy mind, body and soul. Unknown Anyone who has been successful by skillfully exploiting the bizarre twists of fortune is to be suspected, he will probably want to give you advice and will want to increase his well-being behind your back. Carl William Brown Mark Twain’s humorous quote brings a light-hearted approach to the reality of keeping our bodies healthy. It’s not always easy or enjoyable, but making healthy choices is essential for our long-term wellness. Thomas fuller Let us be about setting high standards for life, love, creativity, and wisdom. If our expectations in these areas are low, we are not likely to experience wellness. Setting high standards makes every day and every decade worth looking forward to. Greg Anderson I can feel guilty about the past, apprehensive about the future, but only in the present can I act. The ability to be in the present moment is a major component of mental wellness. Abraham Maslow Only when the pleasure for our own and others' well-being coincides with the moral and categorical duty to achieve it will we be able to overcome the distinctions between good and evil, between the rich and the poor and will therefore obtain the maximum happiness achievable on this earth. Carl William Brown A healthy outside starts from the inside. Robert Urich If your body’s not right, the rest of your day will go all wrong. Take care of yourself. V.L. Allineare To ensure good health: eat lightly, breathe deeply, live moderately, cultivate cheerfulness, and maintain an interest in life. William Londen Power and authority have the tendency to maintain privilege, but the process of improving society consists precisely in reworking, changing and overcoming privilege. This is why power does not go well with widespread well-being. Carl William Brown By choosing healthy over skinny, you are choosing self-love over self-judgment. Steve Maraboli Doctors are always working to preserve our health and cooks to destroy it, but the latter are more often successful. Denis Diderot

Wellness and healthy food A balanced life is like a three legged stool. Each leg - nutrition, fitness and wellness - is necessary and supports the other. Ellie Krieger The United States, which is the nation with the highest technological-scientific level and which spends a considerable share of its GDP on research, also has a good 26% of the population that is illiterate. This is the best proof that the elites don't care much about the well-being of the rabble. Carl William Brown Wellness within is mindfulness and acceptance of what you are, what you feel inside and how it’s always changing. That process is helped by being attentive to the breath as it moves through the body. Rodney Yee Health is the crown on the well person’s head that only the ill person can see. Robin Sharma Good health is the mind, body, and soul living in harmony as one. Health is a state of body. Wellness is a state of being. J. Standord People try to delude themselves into thinking that they have found a leader who can finally lead them to well-being, and so they entrust him with immense authority, and alas, once again they cannot help but fall into the trap of stupidity. Carl William Brown Good health is not something we can buy. However, it can be an extremely valuable savings account. Anne Wilson Schaef The ability to be in the present moment is a major component of mental wellness.  Abraham H. Maslow The I in illness is isolation, and the crucial letters in wellness are we.  Author unknown Bad politics is the science of administration and safeguarding privilege. It is the attempt to preserve dogmas in order to limit pluralism. Good politics is the fight for the redistribution of wealth and knowledge, it is the fight for the spread of education and well-being. Carl William Brown Self-esteem is as important to our well-being as legs are to a table. It is essential for physical and mental health and for happiness. Louise Hart Wellness encompasses a healthy body, a sound mind and a tranquil spirit. Enjoy the journey as you strive for wellness. Laurette Gagnon Beaulieu Having a lot of friends and family around you – that’s all a part of wellness. Stella Maxwell The shame surrounding women’s hunger has twisted women to glorify not being hungry and feel ashamed when they have a strong appetite. Jessica Ash The true moralist must be a leader of behavior, one who fights against the stupidity of chance and necessity in favor of a social and mental organization that drives away and defeats pain and instead enhances the well-being and happiness of all. Carl William Brown As I get older, I think about the quality of my life and a balanced way to enjoy that. That’s true wellness – being well from inside out. Anna Kaiser Taking care of myself used to be at the bottom of my list, but I’m all about wellness. Caroline Ghosn The greatest wealth is health. Virgil We do not stop exercising because we grow old – we grow old because we stop exercising. Dr. Kenneth Cooper Certain men of power fall precisely within the definition of stupidity and that is, despite not being able to further, truly and significantly improve their position and their well-being, they nevertheless persist in wanting to worsen that of others. Carl William Brown A man’s health can be judged by which he takes two at a time – pills or stairs. Joan Welsh

Relax and wellness Every time you eat or drink, you are either feeding disease or fighting it. Heather Morgan Our bodies are our gardens – our wills are our gardeners. William Shakespeare The key to a healthy life is having a healthy mind. Richard Davidson I put a lot of time and effort into the exercise I get, the amount of rest and sleep I get, and the amount I eat. And I think those three things are really kind of my wellness and health foundation. Jennifer Ashton Pedagogy or applied philosophy, if you prefer, even before thinking about education and the teaching methods to spread it, should be concerned with ensuring that everyone has the means and possibilities to afford a good education. True pedagogy should therefore be an economic ethic for the politics of justice, equity and social well-being. Carl William Brown I personally think fitness is a very important part of skincare and overall health and wellness and beauty. I think that the skin is our largest organ. Gwyneth Paltrow Games are such a powerful intervention in health and wellness. Jane McGonigal The family and the couple are by far the most disintegrating centers of the capitalist society of false moral, intellectual and spiritual well-being. Carl William Brown The reason I exercise is for the quality of life I enjoy. Kenneth H. Cooper What does your anxiety do? It does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, but it empties today of its strength. It does not make you escape the evil; it makes you unfit to cope with it if it comes. Raymond L. Cramer A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Lao Tzu The horrors of modern imbecility cross increasingly unexpected limits and boundaries, and so to reduce crime, instead of spreading equality and well-being, advertising campaigns are created against the various crimes, with the sole, unconfessed but desirable aim , to increase them. Carl William Brown Exercise is a wellness tool, not a weight loss tool. Steve Dimon Life is a tragedy of nutrition. Arnold Ehret Stay committed to your decisions, but stay flexible in your approach. Tom Robbins Healthy citizens are the greatest asset any country can have. Winston Churchill Health requires healthy food. Roger Williams This quote by the ancient Roman poet reminds us that, no matter what our financial or material possessions may be, our health is our most valuable asset. It’s essential to take care of ourselves and prioritise our wellbeing if we want to lead a happy and fulfilling life. Jim rohn Non est vivere, sed valere vita est. Martial Mental health can be just as important as physical health – and major depression is one of the most commonly diagnosed mental illnesses. Michael Greger

Wellness and society It’s up to you today to start making healthy choices. Not choices that are just healthy for your body, but healthy for your mind. Steve Maraboli The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don’t want, drink what you don’t like, and do what you’d rather not. Mark Twain Physical fitness is not only one of the most important keys to a healthy body, it is the basis of the dynamic and creative intellectual activity. John F. Kennedy Philosophy means love for knowledge and also for well-being, but not only for one's own, but also for that of others. Carl William Brown Don’t ask why healthy food is so expensive. Ask why junk food is so cheap. Anonymous A child’s mental health is just as important as their physical health. Kate Middleton One cannot think, love, sleep well if one has not dined well. Virginia Woolf Take care of your body, it’s the only place you have to live. Jim Rohn The groundwork for all happiness is good health. Leigh Hunt I hate every minute of training. But I said, don’t quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion. Mohammad Ali The body is like a piano, and happiness is like music. It is needful to have the instrument in good order. Henry Ward Beecher Health isn’t about being perfect” with food or exercise or herbs. Health is about balancing those things with your desires. It’s about nourishing your spirit as well as your body. Golda Poretsky The wellness remembers the deep living of the wound, & so is happier than any easy health. Taisia Kitaiskaia Beautiful food and health are priceless. Bryant McGill Healthy eating is a way of life, so it’s important to establish routines that are simple, realistically, and ultimately livable. Arthur Agatston The ability to be in the present moment is a major component of mental wellness. Abraham Maslow I believe that the greatest gift you can give your family and the world is a healthy you. Joyce Meyer People who lived and ate traditionally experienced vibrant health. Dr. Kama Mico Wellness is the complete integration of body, mind, and spirit – the realization that everything we do, think, feel, and believe has an effect on our state of well-being. Greg Anderson Fitness for me is wellness. It means being healthy – mentally and physically. Suniel Shetty The first wealth is health. Ralph Waldo Emerson A healthy lifestyle includes exercise, nutrition, healthy sleep patterns and a healthy group of friends. Sophie Gregoire Trudeau I’ve always wanted to be in the health and wellness business. I try to encourage people to live a healthy lifestyle. Mark Wahlberg And I believe that the best buy in public health today must be a combination of regular physical exercise and a healthy diet. Julie Bishop On the same topic, you can also read: The laws of wellness Health and wellness Le leggi del benessere Yoga teaching Aforismi sul benessere Riflessioni sul benessere Read the full article

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The Thing About Books (Part 3)

Yesterday I talked about how my use of books shapes the space in which I work. They're the framework embedded into this space in which I imagine, daydream, conjure, troubleshoot, brainstorm, iterate, problem solve, strategize, and create. It's a space with inspiration baked into it. As well as answers, new ideas, How To's, encouragement, mental block busters, creative energy and—

One more thing that I didn't realize until yesterday.

It has memories baked into it as well.

The first ones are from Small World Productions, a mug featuring a staff photo that sits on the shelf next to me. Also from Small World, an old photograph of a man on a unicycle balancing something like five or six basketballs. I used to have that photograph hanging on my wall at Small World (back when we had a physical location) because I printed the photo captioned with the following words:

SMALL WORLD PRODUCTIONS We juggle more than anyone we know.

Over on the countertop created by the two chest of drawers Kimmer painted to look like luggage piled up at King's Cross Station from the Harry Potter movies... is an art piece Kimmer commissioned for me from a friend of ours who's a musician and an artist. The piece in question? A keyboard and keyboardist made entirely of metal wire along with my name scripted out on the base of the piece. It's absolutely wonderful craftsmanship that always reminds me of the artist who made it.

Temporarily next to it's a postcard Linzy gave me for Father's Day. It's actually a little larger than a postcard, a piece of art that captures the Seattle Public Library Main Branch in a kind of surreal watercolor. 

Now, my story doesn't actually connect with the Seattle Public Library but my friend Susan's does. And Linzy gave me this as a reminder of Susan who passed away a little over two birthdays ago.

It's a great present, by the way. It completely brings Susan into the here and now because she hated that place and its designer. She worked there, remember. It looked like a piece of art, of course. Was internationally recognized.

But.

She had to use the place as staff and, to put it politely, Susan felt that, functionally, it was a piece of junk. Something you show to people. Not something you actually, you know, use.

I love that watercolor of her old workplace invokes Susan's outrage. It brings her right. back. 😉

Another memory of Susan is a Batman/Arkham Asylum graphic novel she used to read. She was a massive DC fan. So I placed it on the shelf tower next to me for both the memory Susan and the creativity of its cover design.

On that same shelf, by the way, is the program for the most recent local Emmy awards, the 60th Anniversary of the Pacific Northwest chapter's awards ceremony for the National Academy of Television Arts and Sciences. Our show, BrainWorks: Vision & the Brain, won an Emmy in the Children/Youth/Teens category and, because we won, it was a pretty epic night all around.

Of course the golden, hefty statuette on the shelf above is a pretty decent indication of winning along with the other few similarly gold and hefty awards arranged behind it. The true memory on that shelf, though, is the steel rocket that stands a little over an inch tall, a house plant amidst a stand of Redwoods.

The rocket used to have a clock face embedded into its front... over time, though, the clock face fell off. With or without, the rocket is a reminder of a shoot on which I worked as a production assistant in 2001. The show was the London episode of Smart Travels with Rudy Maxa. The rocket... is what I bought at the gift shop of the Science Museum after we wrapped shooting at that location. I think the producer gave us something like ten minutes in there and the rocket's what immediately caught my eye.

So I bought it.

I haven't done this yet but one thing that's going up on the wall is the framed poster from the October 2022 horror film production of "What Lingers" for Seattle's 48 Hour Film Project. And while of course those forty-eight hours are a hell of a memory, what are even more worthy of remembering are the director and writer of that short film (as well as the two before it) who are just the kind of professionals you wanna work with in this industry. No joke.

They're the best.

If you look semi-carefully, you'll catch a block of wood in the shape of a book titled Writer's Block. It reminds me of one of my favorite people who used to stare at the blank page or the blank screen for any kind of writing assignment at school and at home... and just totally freeze up.

I used to holler at her about that... just start writing, I'd say. Write anything. Get it on paper or on screen where you can deal with it.

That didn't work by the way. But walking around the neighborhood and talking about it sure did. And one day, when she was older, she returned from a vacation with that glorious block of wood.

For me. 😉

Okay then...

Then, courtesy of a friend of ours who's both an excessively talented musician and graphic artist, Volume II of his Crater on the Moon: Story of a Space Marine graphic/photo novel. The art and design, of course, is striking. But it's also a reminder of one of the hardest working creatives I know. 😊

So there it is. The space in which I work is inevitably as important as the work I do. Each informs the other, is probably a better way to say that. Books. Memories. Color. Shape. All contribute to how the space feels. All contribute to my creative energy. 

And all contribute to the quality of work I do.

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Okay hi so I was wondering if you could do a kaz x reader where the whole thing with the hesit to kidnap alina happens but with the reader and also maybe the reader is an inferni who escaped the little palace so the darkling and her have some sort of past. Haha sorry for the extremely specific request but if you don't feel up to it it's fine too

Firebird-Kaz Brekker x inferni!reader

Thank you for requesting love! this has a lot of big timeskips, I hope you like it! please comment! This is more of a crows x reader, with some kaz x reader sprinkled in and im not very proud of it :/

Summary: You’re the FireBird, and Kaz needs you on the Heist to the Little Palace where you have to face your past.

Taglist: @messers-moony-lupin @mrs-brekker15 @scandalous-chaos@confuscita @sirisuorionblack @staytrueblue

“Kaz, I know that I’m valuable member of the Dregs but I don’t think I’m needed for this heist!” you argue with the boy who is hunched over a pile of paperwork in front of you.

“ You know your way around the Little Palace, and you can blend in easily, added to that, your’re a good inferni and as you said, you’re a valuable member of the Dregs.” he answered.

“ Kaz, you also need Inej, she’s a better Dreg than I’ll ever be.”

“ She is a better Dreg than you, but she’s isn’t a gifted Inferni, and she doesn’t know her way around the Little Palace.”

“She’s the Wraith! and I don’t remember much about the Little Palace” you countered, you did not want to go to the Little Palace, not to him.

“And you’re the Firebird. Now get out, I have work to do. Make sure Jesper doesn’t go gamble his money away again.”

You shook your head and left the room, closing the door with much more force than you intended, regretting it immediately as soon you were out.

Kaz’s eyes lingered on the door after you left. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so harsh, he’d already pissed of Inej, and now you too.

But he couldn’t waste time thinking about you, there was work to be done. If he wanted the million kruge, he couldn’t waste time.

It was freezing.

You shook as you stood next to Kaz in the cold, outside the Slat. Waiting for Jesper to come. Inej had gone to get some supplies for the journey.

Kaz noticed you shivering and took off his coat, laying it on your shoulders, not noticing the look of absolute shock on your face.

“It seems the Firebird doesn’t do well in cold weather.” Kaz said, not looking at you.

“Yes, I’m the Firebird, I’m not a fan of cold weather. I prefer the rains.” you replied.

“Hmm. You have your supplies?” he asked, smirking at the way you snuggled into his coat.

“Yes. How long is Jesper going to take?” 

“You know how he is, he’ll be here.”

“Jesper isn’t here yet?” Inej asked from behind you, making you almost shriek.

“Inej! God I have to be more aware of my surroundings.” you breathed heavily, missing Kaz’s silent snort of laughter.

Inej grinned, “Well, if the Firebird can’t hear me, I know I’m doing my job well.”

“I’m here!” Jesper announced, finally coming out of the Slat in a beige coat, his hat and his signature gold revolvers hanging from his belt, he eyed you in Kaz’s coat..

“Finally, we’re going to be late.” Kaz checked his pocket watch, “Let’s go.”

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“Nina?” you asked the Conductor, “Nina Zenik?”

“You know her?” Kaz asked.

“I mean, we’re in different Orders, but yes. We were partners for an assignment once.”

“Good, maybe she’ll recognize you and help.” the Conductor looked pleased with himself.

“She was a spy then, she knows at least five languages, and is a heartrender so she can slip away easily.” it had been years since you’d seen Nina. But from what you remembered, she loved Ravka and would never betray her country.

“We have to be careful.” you looked at Kaz.

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“Y/n and I’ll get the goat. Jesper, just the coal.” Kaz handed Jesper a paper and he nodded to you. Inej had to get the jurda.

“Aww that goat’s adorable Kaz! Let’s get that one.” you pet a small white and black goat who kept bleating every few seconds.

“I brought you with me to help carry the goat, not fawn over it.” Kaz’s sharp voice rang out among the shopkeeper’s voices.

“Oh poo, you’re just a big old grump. We’re getting this one. and I’m naming it Milo.” you picked the goat up and Kaz payed the rearer.

As you and Kaz walked to the meeting place, you spied the Conductor talking to the general, and nudged Kaz’s cane, nodding towards the sight when he looked at you.

Kaz scowled, making the hairs on the back of your neck rise. Kaz looked terrifying when he was pissed.

“Keep an eye on him.” he gritted out.

You nodded, clenching your jaw. What was Arken up to?

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“WE ARE GOING TO DIE!” you shriek, hiding your face in your hands, pulling strands of hair out.

Kaz gulped, he hated seeing you panicking. The Y/n he knew would never panic. This was serious.

He breathed deeply and placed his gloved hand on your elbow, pulling your hand away from your hair.

“We’re going to be fine.” he breathed slowly, “Follow my breathing.”

“Kaz, in case we don’t make it!” you say among the chaos, “I wanted to say-”

You were interrupted by Jesper getting up and rolling his shoulders. His face looked focused and his demeanor calm.

He twirled his revolver in one hand, the other holding Milo, as he shot the Volcra one by one.

Soon, sunshine streamed in through the wide holes, making all you sigh in relief.

You then realized that Kaz was holding your elbow and he seemed to realize it too, because he immediately brought his hand back and cleared his throat. 

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After a series of events which involved breaking into the Royal Archives, Inej being airborne, Jesper kissing his guns and you offering to be a fire-dancer in the group dance of a Circus, you were in.

You had managed to sneak inside the Little Palace through a shortcut. At least being taught by the General himself paid off.

You suppresed a shudder and walked quietly to a familar hut. Opening the door and rushing inside.

“ Baghra?”

The old woman’s eyes widened, “ Y/n? what are you doing here?”

“ I can’t explain, what I need is a Kefta, I don’t want to be seen by your son. He’ll only try to take me again.” you said., feeling uncomfortable.

Baghra produced a blue Kefta with red and orange embroidery, the Inferni’s Kefta.

“ This is yours, I don’t know why I kept it. Take it with you this time.” she threw it at you and you put in on.

“ Thank you Baghra. I’m grateful.”

“When you try to take Alina, try not to bully her. She becomes defensive, a lot of unresolved trauma.”

“I’ll take the advice. Thank you again.”

“ Why don’t you call me what you used to?” she asked as you turned around to leave.

“ Because if I do, I’m afraid I’ll want to stay.”

“ Fair enough. Go child.” she whacked the back of your legs with her cane, making you jump and leave.

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He was right there. It had been three years since you had seen him.  He had done so much damage, yet you missed him.

The Darkling was your adopted father. He took you in, taught you to fight. Baghra helped you with being an Inferni.

You were happy for the first time since forever.

But then he tried to use you. Making you a powerful Inferni, able to to conjure living beings, just like the Volcra.

You had to run away, for the good of everyone. That was how you ended up in Ketterdam, into the clutches of Kaz Brekker. 

Slowly but surely, you learned to trust him, and told him most of your past, leaving out the part where you were the Darkling’s adopted daughter.

Kaz was dressed as a guard and was talking to Inej, who was beside him. She was looking straight at the target.

Alina Starkov. Who was currently giving heart-eyes to Kirigan, making you grimace.

She didn’t know how evil he was and it was best if she never got to know.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw Kirigan dramatically clap his hands and separate them, summoning his shadows and making the room dark.

What a drama queen you rolled your eyes.

Alina raised her hands and orbs of light formed instantly, moving from one hand to the other. She directed the light to the other end of the room and back. Brightening the room again.

Murmurs and whispers of ‘Sankta Alina’ were said by the audience as some bent down and kneeled, others holding their chest.

You stole a glance at Kaz and saw him already looking at you, before looking away.

You curled your hands into fists, taking a deep breath.

This was where the real work began.

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“ Do you know what my sister and I do to spiders?” you could hear another Inferni say as he hopped from one seat to another, taunting and looking for Kaz.

Kaz creeped up from behind him and knocked him down with a marble object, making him fall on his back, before slamming into his shoulder, making the Inferni scream.

“Unlike a spider, I only need one good leg.” he twisted it, and whacked it across the man’s face, knocking him unconscious.

You appeared from behind a pillar and immediately went to Kaz, who was limping away. He looked at your expression and nodded. I’m okay, don’t worry.

You clenched your jaw and nodded, walking with him.

“ I only need one hand.” the Inferni’s voice came from behind you as he made an arc with his hand and sparking a fire.

You did the same and he almost tripped, his face in shock, before turning into a scowl.

“ Traitor.: was all he said before a knife lodged itself in the back of his head, killing him instantly.

From above, Inej looked distraught, her hand still stretched outwards, she was breathing heavily.

‘Oh saints.” you swore as she jumped gracefully and walked over to the body, her eyes filling up with tears.

“ Inej.” you slowly brought your hands up and cupped her face, looking for any signs of discomfort before hugging her as she sobbed into your shoulder, stroking her hair and calming her down.

“ Inej, you saved our lives. You’re a hero. We have to go now, before you’re forced to kill more people.” you held her hand and squeezed.

She looked grateful and nodded, before turning around and walking away.

You looked at Kaz, “ Come on Brekker. Night’s not over yet.”

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The skiff was being boarded as you and Jesper pretended to be husband and wife. smiling extremely fake smiles.

“ I know, I look amazing for my age.” Jesper grinned to the guy who was checking the papers.

“ I thought you looked older.” he replied as you bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing.

The four of you went in and immediately you saw him again. And you saw the chains that Alina’s dress covered and you scowled.

“Why do your eyes always go to the general?” Kaz asked you.

“ You’ll kill me if I tell you.”

“ I wouldn’t kill you for a million kruge.” he replied.

“ I don’t believe you.”

“ Tell me.”

“ Kirigan’s my stepdad, he used me for my power. That’s why I didn’t want to come.” you sighed and lowered your head.

Kaz’s eyebrows were raised, “ You thought I’d kill you for that?”

“ With you, you never know.” you chuckled, looking at the general, “ Kaz, I’m afraid.”

He breathed deeply and stood next to, facing the fold. He let his gloved fingers brush against yours, slowly intertwining your hands with his, his thumb slowly rubbing the back of your hand.

“Don’t be, you’re the Firebird.” he said.

You faced him, his blue eyes were filled with sincerity.

“ And if I wasn’t?”

“That doesn’t matter, you’re one of the bravest people I know. But I’d always be there, next to you, fighting our way out of whatever mess we get ourselves into. We protect each other. And I’ll do my best to protect you, just as you’ve done for me, for all of us.”

You squeeze his hand lightly, looking at the Fold in front.

“ If I die, make sure I have an open casket.” Jesper said as he and Inej walked over.

 “ No one’s dying today.” Kaz said, looking at you. “ No Mourners.”

“ No Funerals.”

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Hello!! Do you think you could do a part 2 of my request? An maybe a lil bit of angst with fluff where the reader comes to the mansion crying because someone hurt them?( Maybe techno or dream? Possibly jack manifold? 👀) Hopefully that's ok I just love the way you write it's so good plus it makes my day whever I read :D hopefully your day or evening is going good

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imhereforfan-fic : Omg can you do another yandere tubbo x reader x yandere ranboo romantic relationship please? Maybe where they get kidnapped by the dream team? Oh and adding on to my request can it also have some cuddling towards the end haha I’m touch starved and crap lol but can it a full length fic Okay okay okay. So. I'm so damn happy people loved this fic and I got two requests that I can easily add together. I hope neither of you minds too much having your requests mixed together ^^ I deadass wanna cry from how many positive reviews I've received from Too Sweet. ALSO. I'm a little wary of making romantic fics for characters Ranboo and Tubbo so I'm gonna play with the platonic marriage, just making it really fluffy and affectionate. PS: THIS ISNT AS FLUFFY AS I WANTED IT TO BE SOOOO OOOOPS. AAAAND. TOMMY ONLY TOOK ONE OF DREAM'S LIVES IN THE FINAL DISC WAR

LIKELY TO HAVE MANY ERRORS DUE TO BAD WIFI AND LACK OF SLEEP TW: Knives (+injuries that come from knives), kidnapping, taking of canon lives, Dream being power-hungry, minor panic attack, referenced strangulation.

Part One

Too Sweet (For This World) Yandere!C!Ranboo x F!Reader x Yandere!C!Tubbo Part 2

A few months had passed since you had moved into the mansion and some... How ended up involved in Ranboo and Tubbo's marriage, as well as being Michael's mother. At first, you were quite unsure about being a wife or a mother, but you saw how happy you had made the three boys and realized how happy they made you in return. In the beginning, neither of them wanted you leaving the mansion much without either of them, but then Ranboo started to notice small and minor declines in your physical and mental health. This caused him to panic and study your symptoms for a few days straight, to the point where you didn't see him once and you were genuinely scared he had lost his canon lives to the point where you kept checking your right wrist constantly for the message confirming Ranboo's death. But thankfully you never got it. When he had figured out what was causing your health to be less than absolutely perfect, he had spoken to Tubbo about letting you out of your room more often and getting you the sunlight you needed. It took a little bit to convince him, but once the goat hybrid learned that you could, or even would, become a lot sicker, he decided to allow you to go outside without them, as long as you stayed within Snowchester. You met a man the first few days you were out, who wore white glasses with blue and red lenses, and a headset with a mic, although he ran away from you the second you introduced yourself as Ranboo and Tubbo's (platonic) wife. Foolish had quickly become your friend around the same time though, which caused Tubbo and Ranboo to be a little unsure because of how he made you laugh and smile, but they noticed how you always kept him at arm's length with friendship and almost physically. Sure you didn't mind too much when he gave you a friendly side hug or pat on the head etc, but you were never really the one to initiate the contact unless you had to. Thankfully he didn't mind your awkwardness around strangers, trust issues, or lack of social exposure, so Ranboo and Tubbo didn't have to threaten a literal god. After saying goodbye to Michael for the day and putting him down for his nap, you got dressed into something more appropriate for travelling the snowy lands that Tubbo owned. Ranboo had to go to a Syndicate meeting, and Tubbo was working more on some buildings around Snowchester, saying something about prepping things to attack Dream who apparently escaped from prison? Not sure could've been rumoured or could be true? You had no clue honestly. You trusted Ranboo and Tubbo to protect you. The crackling of a few pine branches caused you to lift your eyes from the icy water below to turn your head. Walking out of the bushes were three men and one woman, pushing their way through the branches decorated with freshly fallen snow. One of the men was your crown-wearing platonic husband, although dressed up in an outfit you had never seen before, although not too far off from his normal get-up. Ranboo had a long black cape with golden edges and a high collar, held up together by a golden chain. His vest was now a deep royal purple with an eye of ender pin clasped on his tie, and his pants were half purple half black with golden designs sewn in. Beside him was a short female with shoulder-length pink hair and nicely done dark purple and black makeup. Her outfit consisted of a thick and warm lavender sweater with dark purple pants. On her hip was an enchanted netherite sword with a diamond-encrusted handle. You were quick to recognize her as Niki Nihachu, the baker who had lived in L'Manberg, but you hadn't heard much of her since the Pogtopia war. Off to the side, was a man you recognized easily as you had only seen him a few days ago when Ranboo invited him to see Michael, Philza Minecraft. His outfit wasn't too different from what he used to wear when he was a resident in the country, except for the black and gold cape and a black mask covering the bottom of his face. Then... The sight of the final male was the one to make you visibly react. A tall and buff male with a golden encrusted netherite

chest plate and a velvet red cape with gold accents as well. There was a rather majestic crown on top of his long braided pink hair and his dark eyes were narrowed behind a set of cracked glasses... His gaze pointing directly at you. Technoblade. Giving a shaky gasp, you stood up from your spot on the edge of the dock and turned to face the visitors. "Where's Tubbo," Techno growled softly, watching as you visibly trembled under his gaze. "Techno, mate. You're scarin' the hell outta her." Phil put his hand on his middle son's shoulder before stepping in front of him, blocking him from your gaze. "Hey, (Y/n), can you tell us where Tubbo is? We just have to ask him some things." "I'm here." An almost unfamiliar voice came from beside you before a hand was placed on your shoulder. When you looked over, you saw the goat hybrid with the coldest look you had seen him wear yet. "(Y/n), please, head into the mansion." Without another glance at the piglin hybrid, you quickly scurried towards the wooden mansion, faintly hearing the worried buzzing noises of your enderman husband in the distance before you slammed the large door shut. You almost ran towards your's or Michael's room in the basement, but then realized if any of them saw you heading down there, Michael's safety could be compromised. So, you quietly sat down in the living room and curled up on the couch, trying to keep your breathing stable as you fought to keep your mind off of the fact that the man who had almost killed you was standing a few feet outside the door of your home. You pinched your eyes shut and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying your best to simulate the hugs you would usually receive from your platonic husbands after a nightmare or a panic attack. ".../n)." "../n)!" "...(Y/n)!" With a terrified gasp, you flung your arms above your head to shield yourself from any oncoming attacker but only felt a gentle touch on your knee. It took a few seconds to muster up your courage, but you slowly brought your arms down and opened your eyes to come face to face with Tubbo, who immediately sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your shaking frame. After an hour or so with your face buried into Tubbo's shoulder, you felt another pair of arms wrap around you, causing you to look up and see Ranboo burying his face into your hair, "I'm so sorry... So sorry... I didn't think they would come to Snowchester..." You murmured a small, "it's okay," to him as you sat up a bit to return the hug for a few moments. Tubbo got up, murmuring something about going to get you a snack and a glass of water, knowing you must've been hungry or thirsty from panicking. After a few moments, Ranboo let go of you and briefly explained that Phil had given him some potions to help Michael adapt to the overworld, and he needed to give them to him. He rested his forehead against yours affectionately for a few seconds before turning towards the bookshelf and walking down the set of hidden stairs after opening the secret door. Once he shut it, you shuddered and rubbed your arms to get rid of the cold chill that had suddenly washed over you. Frowning slightly, you looked around for the source of the sudden cold, only to freeze as you saw the door cracked open, allowing the snow and cold wind to slip in. Ranboo wouldn't have left the door open... "Sorry kid." A deep and growly voice came from behind you, causing you to spin around and come face to face with Technoblade. The tall tusked male watched your expression go from confusion to horror in less than seconds, "It's nothing personal. Really. I just got a favour to pay off." A scream of terror escaped your lips before everything went black. "Hey, Michael!" Ranboo crouched down to greet the small zombie piglin child as he held a few potions of varying colours in his long arms, he set them and a thermos filled with a hot drink down on the table. "I got some new drinks for you to try today! Philza made them a little extra sweeter than last time." The small child squealed and made small tippy tap noises with his

hooves against the quartz flooring before he sat on the chair. He watched as his tall father sorted through the bottles carefully before uncorking one of the light red ones. Before he could pick up the small pipette, there was an almost unearthly shriek that came from the top of the stairs. "(Y/n)!" Ranboo screamed, unintentionally startling Michael, but that wasn't his main concern as he sprinted out the door then teleporting up the stairs and pushing the bookshelf door with his sword drawn and gleaming with enchantments. In his peripheral vision, he saw Tubbo dash out of the kitchen with his axe drawn and bloodlust in his eyes. Glancing around, the only thing the two men spotted was moonlight and snow spilling through the open door. Tubbo ran out without a second thought and screamed your name at the top of his lungs as he spun around, searching for any sort of sign that would give away your location. Ranboo decided to start looking around the mansion, even though part of him grasped that you wouldn't have screamed without reason. "She's gone..." Tubbo whispered, standing in the doorway, the moonlight creating a dark shadow over his wide eyes. "Footprints are leading to and away from the house, but they disappear on the docks..." Ranboo stayed still, a violent growling noise bubbling up in his throat before escaping past his lips as both his eyes turned purple. He threw his head back and took a breath to scream all his anger out, but froze upon hearing sad whimpering. He turned his head and saw Michael standing at the top of the hidden stairs, whimpering and shaking quite violently. There was part of Ranboo that refused to move, but his brain seemed to flick onto autopilot as he walked over to the child and picked him up. "Sorry... Michael... Something happened..." "Mama?" "...Mama... Won't be home for a while..." "Wake up!" A voice growled before something sharply came in contact with your cheek, shaking you awake. Your eyes shot open and came into contact with... A smiley face? "Aha... Sleeping Beauty graces us with her gaze. It's about damn time." A harsh grip landed on your jaw, making you realize there was a dull throbbing pain in your head. "Huh... Dre... Dream..?" You whispered, barely recognizing the white mask that helped destroy your home and turn it into nothing but a crater. "W-What?" His mask was lifted up enough to the point where you could see his mouth curved up into a sadistic smile. "You, my darling pawn, are just the piece I needed to make life easier for me... I just need to raise the stakes enough for them to be... Well... Stakes. I'm sure you understand." You went to move your hand to slap the gloved hand away from your face, only to give a small whine of pain as you felt a tight pinching on your wrists, making you realize that they were shackled together and likely chained to a wall. "What are you talking about you psychop- Ah!" He tightened his grip on your face to the point where you knew there would eventually be dark bruising. "I don't think you're in a position to be calling the king any names, pawn." Screams and shrieks of pain bounced off of the blank stone walls as the two people standing outside of the door put their heads down with their eyes closed. "You still sure he's doing the right thing, George? Are you still sure... He's the good guy in this story?" "You know better than to question him, Nick." "Don't call me that."

(Y/n) (L/n) was slain by Dream using Nightmare. Life: 2/3 (Y/n) (L/n) suffocated while trying to fend off Dream. Life: 1/3

"He just took two of an innocent woman's three lives. Just to use her as a hostage to make Tubbo hand over the nukes and to force Ranboo to follow his orders... He's a stranger, George. This isn't Dream anymore... Don't be stupid." Sapnap lowered his right arm that he read the messages off of and looked in the direction of his former best friend. The screams of agony were almost haunting as they echoed through Snowchester as silence fell down upon the entire Dream SMP. Shock slipped through the veins of everyone who read the message that appeared on their right wrists. - "I'm gonna kill him..." "I'm going to activate the nukes..." - "Techno... What did you do." "I owed him a favour. What he does after that is none of my business." - "...Isn't that Tubbo and Ranboo's wife?" "Yeah... She was my friend..." - "Tubbo's definitely not happy about this..." - "Ah... Atta girl..." Dream murmured in a mock soothing voice as he gently dragged his knife threateningly along your cheek. "Y'know... You would look better... With a smile." He leaned closer to you, the drawn-on eyes of his mask staring into your dull and tear-filled eyes as a stinging pain came from the corner of your lips. "Sh, sh, Relax... They're just shallow cuts, they won't even leave a scar. I'm not a monster." Time had passed quickly, but also excruciatingly slowly. You had no clue how long you had been down here, or how long you had been dead in between respawns. Dream just didn't seem to be leaving you alone. "Now..." He flipped the switchblade closed and threw it in his pocket before tremours shook the earth below and around you. "What the fUCK?!" He growled deeply before the door slammed open. "How did they even find this place!?" The door was blown off its hinges with a loud bang, causing Dream to duck out of the way of the flying piece of scrap. Light flooded into the room as you shut your eyes tightly, your ears ringing from the explosion. Once your eyes got a little bit adjusted, you opened them and saw five figures in the newly widened doorway. "Let's just say... It was an anonymous tip." "Sapnap?! You dare betray me?!" The black-haired male fell silent as he turned around and walked out, putting his hand on the shoulder of the tallest silhouette in the doorway as he walked by. Once you got completely used to the new light, you began to recognize the figures. Tommy, Tubbo, Foolish, and Ranboo. Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo immediately ran forward and started a barrage of attacks on the masked psychopath while Foolish ran over and began to work on the chains binding you to the chair. After getting them off of you, he silently picked you up as you turned your head to look at the blond, brunet and monochrome boys. Dream's mask got knocked off and was thrown across the room as he was pinned below a growling Ranboo, whose skin looked almost purely black from your angle. Tommy was off to the side, rummaging through Dream's equipment, he already got his revenge when Dream was put into prison, this was Ranboo and Tubbo's revenge now.

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Dream was slain by Ranboo and Tubbo using Ranord

There was a clattering noise before two sets of footsteps running in your direction. Slowly tilting your head in their direction, you saw Tubbo with dark bags under his eyes and Ranboo with plenty more scars on his cheeks from tears. You were pulled from Foolish's arms and brought down to sitting on Tubbo's and Ranboo's laps, their arms completely wrapped around you. The goat hybrid was nuzzled under your chin while the enderman's face was buried in your hair. "We should have come sooner..." "We shouldn't have even left you alone in the mansion..." "I'm sorry... I should have never left the manor..."

[vickyvicarious]

I was thinking about the whole "how do people not know that Eliot Spencer worked with Damien Moreau" thing again today, and... I think that actually, it makes perfect sense that they don't.

It all comes down to the type of person Damien Moreau is, and the type of organization he runs.

(under a cut for length. the very last paragraph has mild Redemption spoilers but nowhere else does.)

Think about it. What do we know about Moreau?

He runs a very tight ship. He has very clear procedures in place to leave no evidence or witnesses behind. He is always the one in control and it's an absolute dictatorship where he is always the most important person in the room. Everyone else is either an asset or a liability; they are literally defined by how they relate to Moreau.

If you are an enemy of Moreau and he sends people to kill you, those people aren't getting individual backstories. It doesn't matter who they are, all that matters is that they work for Moreau. They are representatives of him and you know they will do whatever he says. There's no individual appeal to be made here. As far as you're concerned you're dealing with Moreau.

Letting Eliot Spencer's name spread around isn't actually that helpful to Moreau, because it diverts the attention from him. Even in the sense of "holy shit, he's got the Eliot Spencer obeying his every order" it still diverts attention. It's impressive yeah, but it's not a unified front. He wants it to be a homogenous mass where anyone or anything could turn against you. If you displease Moreau, you don't know who is coming after you, but you know someone is, and you know you can't get away.

And all that is assuming you know Moreau's name in the first place. He's so particular about his layers of privacy and deniability. He is so careful who he works with. He deals with only the more important people, but he does that himself. So either you don't know who Moreau is at all, or you know he's the only one from his organization who really matters.

(Also, think about Eliot leaving. If he's widely known, this is a clue to other people that Eliot Spencer working on his own means something has changed. Moreau let someone go? Is there a weakness to exploit there? People would wonder. However, if he's not widely known there is no danger as long as Eliot doesn't reveal his past relationship with Moreau. It makes complete sense with his "I never told anyone about you" line, because people wouldn't know unless Eliot told them. It would have to be a deliberate act of betrayal, versus him staying quiet and respecting Moreau's generosity in letting him leave by keeping that unusual behavior a secret.)

I'm not saying there's no one who recognizes Eliot. But his name is not really widely known the way we see in canon. At best he might be known as the one guy who hunts down the hardest prey, the reason you really can never get away. But there's also evidence to be had that Eliot served a role like Chapman (I mean, he's basically labelled Eliot's replacement). Chapman doesn't seem to be someone the rest of the team knew. He's not identified as a threat or a possible in or anything; the only person they ever talk about is Moreau himself, and maybe a few major subordinates of his who run entire sub-organizations. Chapman, from the outside, is just yet another killer working for Moreau, alongside a whole bunch of others.

Now. Internally, it's a different matter.

Inside the organization, there are obviously grudges. There's a clear hierarchy and Eliot's name very clearly holds weight. I think this fits perfectly with how tight a ship Moreau runs and how careful he is about who he works with. From the outside, all people see is Moreau and his vast army or whatever, but on the inside there are absolutely rising stars, commanders, people who are closer to Moreau and thus more respected, etc.

Chapman seems to serve as a combo of commander to all the rest of the goons, Moreau's personal head of security/assassination, but also someone who still goes and gets his hands dirty for the important jobs. He spends a good bit of time around Moreau, but to an outsider who sees him standing there during a meeting he's just another suit who could kill them. Security. Internally, he's clearly someone who fought his way up to this position; probably wanted it for a long time but couldn't get it because that was Eliot's spot.

Inside the organization, Eliot Spencer's name is an Moreau-access pass, even years after he's successfully left. Highest clearance, he's a big deal. They don't know his face but they all know his name. I think this fits perfectly with the kind of pitting people against one another games Moreau plays. There are intense rivalries and those who get close to the boss are respected and feared. There's the 'Moreau's dog' angle absolutely there, but it's just kept to an internal level. It's much more useful for keeping other subordinates in line to know that Eliot Spencer will come after you if you displease Moreau, because by virtue of working for him the usual approach of a vast invisible army already wouldn't work. They know who works for Moreau, it's not going to be a surprise. It's much better for them to have a living boogeyman, someone they all know is much better than they are, to fear.

And again, in the higher levels, other people like Chapman get to focus all their irritation on Eliot rather than on Moreau himself. He's trusted more, he gets all the best jobs, I could do it if he weren't in the way... Moreau's like an abusive parent pitting his children against one another so they can't see their real enemy is the father. He probably encouraged a certain amount of infighting, and doled out his favor juuuust enough to everyone to keep them wanting his approval enough to work together, even as they hated one another. In that sense, even letting Eliot leave unmolested is a bonus for Moreau; all the people left behind can still see him as this unattainable goal of being close to Moreau, this gold standard of someone trusted enough to get unusual leeway. And look at what he did, he threw that trust away and now Moreau doesn't trust us as much anymore - the blame still gets thrown on Eliot even after he's gone.

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So really, I think Eliot Spencer is known in the criminal world first and foremost as a retrieval specialist. He made his name after leaving Moreau.

He was well known in certain circles before then, of course, but those were generally military or spies. Government. They still did awful stuff but it was on the legal side of things, or at least supposed to be. The vast majority of criminals aren't going to know individual soldiers by name no matter how good they are, unless they hold a more public authority/rank.

And when he was with Moreau, he was just another faceless thug. More deadly than the rest, sure, but they were all still deadly enough to get the job done, so if you're dead either way the word about this one guy isn't gonna spread. Internally, his notoriety was tremendous, but Moreau would not want that to get out, so it wouldn't.

Eliot Spencer first starts to become really famous as a lone wolf retrieval expert. He is known by that, first and foremost. Maybe everyone knows basic facts, like that he was in the military or he worked as an assassin before moving into retrieval, but no real details. Certain groups know him as a highly-trained soldier (but if they can still get him to work for them on occasion, as we know they do, publicizing how large of a role he held/holds there is a link they don't want. plausible deniability is key) or as Moreau's dog (but advertising that outside the closest circles of the organization is actively discouraged) but the word doesn't really spread about those.

Then Eliot is linked to Leverage. And maybe after they take Moreau down and his empire collapses, more rumors spread that he used to work for Moreau, he turned against him and actually took him down. And when Eliot finally cuts ties with the military and no longer accepts odd jobs from them, maybe it's a little easier for those rumors to spread too, although I imagine they still wouldn't want details getting out so it'd be less likely.

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By the time we get to Redemption, Eliot's reputation is almost entirely linked to his work with Leverage. Once he reaches this level of fame, then of course more people are going to dig into his background before this. But at this point he's become much more of a ghost; you can't find information on him anywhere online, but he regularly shows up and is a threat to a lot of people especially in security. It makes sense that they pay more attention to him now. There's no one in the government trying to protect him enough to keep him operational anymore, since he doesn't work with them, so all levels of law enforcement can freely go after him. He's not just doing jobs for whoever hires him, he's going off on his own and attacking criminals left and right, so the underworld is less likely to ignore him. And he specifically is an ongoing threat/embarrassment to a lot of security teams, so the business/security world wants to know him too. RIZ knows that given the kind of people they protect, there's a good chance this monster is gonna show up and kick their ass, so they make it a point to try and know who he is.

[lilysdaydreams]

Praise Bingus (No fucking way)

→  I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don't think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Angst and fluff. (FLUFF IS COMING I SWEAR)

→ Words: 3.9k

→ In a world where everyone is born with a mark on their wrist, two souls come together over the power of bingus.

→ (this isnt crack lol)

→ Warnings: Lots of swearing, um self-depreciation? rejection (kinda) and negative thoughts overall. Sorry im new to warnings.

→ Authors Note: this is the first time im doing like angst so please tell me if I did well? Um also, I’ve already started on the part 2 so keep your eyes out for that. If you wanna be tagged for part two please comment and lemme know. Also check out my other fics if you want!

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Soulmates were a phenomenon. They'd been there for ages, drawn into the Egyptian tomb paintings, seen in the cave paintings from millions of years ago, talked about in stories passed down from generation to generation. They could be matching drawings, first words, names; all black before the soulmates met and turning gold the moment they talked to each other. There wasn't a scientist in the world who could explain the phenomenon.

You'd received your mark at birth just like everyone else, a sentence running around your wrist,

"No fucking way."

Your parents weren't that happy when you asked at the age of 4 what "fucking" meant but it wasn't that bad. You were happy that you had something unique, something other than the "Hi," or "Excuse me," that was on every other arm.

When you were 13, a little girl on the train pointed to your wrist and asked her mom what it meant. Ever since then, you'd taken to wearing bracelets over it. This had turned out to be a good idea because a few years later you started making Youtube videos. At the age of 16, you started a Youtube channel where you focused on a variety of things; makeup, fashion, games, art, skits and a whole lot more.

At the age of 20, you had a steady following of a little more than a million subscribers, and you had moved to LA to be closer to all your Youtube friends. You hadn't just grown on Youtube, you'd also started a lot of side projects. You were known for the art that you did on the side, along with the makeup palette you'd come out with a year ago. Soon you were planning to release a merch collection, one that you had been working on for a whole year now.

You hadn't met your soulmate at this point but honestly, you didn't really mind. Balancing Youtube and study (along with all your other side projects) was hard. There was no need to add the struggle of love into it... Or that's what you told yourself anyways.

There were days though, days where you wished you had someone to hug, someone to cuddle in bed with, someone to go on long walks with. You didn't let yourself wallow on it that long though. Crying about it was gonna do absolutely nothing.

It started on a rainy day. The story of you and him. You were editing your soon to be uploaded video, an e-girl outfits lookbook, which had been requested by your followers. Your personal style was all over the place and your previous soft girl and cottage care look books had done well, so you decided to continue the series.

You eyes blurred as you looked at the same point of the video, and you sighed, removing your glasses and rubbing your eyes. Your editor was sick and had let you know that they wouldn't be able to edit it by the deadline so here you were, editing it yourself. You stretched in your chair letting out a yawn. You were contemplating on whether to make coffee or not when your phone pinged.

"Nooooo" you whined when you noticed it was on the coffee table that was just a little out of your reach. Stretching your foot out, you tried to grab it between your toes and then sighed when the phone fell.

"I have zero luck, I swear" you muttered to yourself, bending to pick up the phone.

The text was from Rae, asking you to join a game of Among Us. You and Rae had been friends for a bit now, which all started when she came across your art and decided to order something from you. You had chatted and clicked immediately, immediately becoming fast friends. Ever since the lockdown started, she often asked you to join in on Among us games and your friendship had really grown over these past few months.

You sent a quick "sure!" and then went to your table, waiting for the PC to turn on. Quickly tweeting out that you were streaming, you opened up Youtube and turned on the stream, saying a quick hello and letting them know what you'd be doing.

"Rae just invited me guys, I don't really know who's there," you mumbled, replying to a comment asking you who you were playing with.

You squinted your eyes, joining the voice chat and then opening your phone camera to quickly check that you didn't look horrible. Sure you didn't really care about how you looked but it was always good to check that you didn't have anything stuck between your teeth before you turned on the camera.

There was already a conversation going on, between who you thought was Corpse and Sykkuno, judging by their voices.

"Yeah I could totally do that. Get a cat and name it Bingus. I wonder if th-"

You gasped when you heard what they were talking about and unmuted yourself immediately yelling "PRAISE LORD BINGUS" and effectively shocking everyone in the chat.

A moment of silence and then Rae yelled: "OH MY FUCKING GOD Y/N, YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME."

You giggled as everyone groaned and whined, saying hi as they realised who it was. You had played with Sykkuno and the others a few times before but you'd never met Corpse before. You'd heard his voice though, as he was trending on twitter constantly over the past few weeks. Once they all quietened down, you realised Corpse hadn't said anything. Since you knew everyone else in the lobby, you introduced yourself, wondering if you'd scared him a bit too hard.

"Hey Corpse, I'm Y/N from Y/C/N, its so nice to finally meet you," you said gritting your teeth at you awkward introduction. For a second there was no response and then three words were said that made your jaw drop to the floor.

"No fucking way"

He had whispered it, obviously still in shock, and your eyes widened in surprise as a tingle spread all over your body. So this was what everyone meant by "you'll just know," when you asked them about how you would recognize your soulmate.

"Holy shit" you thought frozen in your seat.

Never had you been more glad that you hadn't turned the camera on yet.

"Uhhhh-" you started, but stopped now knowing what to say.

What the fuck were you supposed to do now.

"Wha- Whats wrong?" Rae asked after a moment passed.

Corpse cleared his throat and started "Its um, shes my -" and you cut him off, heart beating in your chest.

"Nothing. Its nothing." you said talking over him. "Who else are we waiting for Rae?" you asked joining the lobby quickly and choosing red as your colour.

"Uh one more person," she said slowly, still a bit confused.

"Oh awesome!" you said fake enthusiasm prevalent in your voice. "So Sykkuno," you started, wanting to keep the conversation going. "How's Bimbus doing?"

Sykkuno launched into a story of Bimbus and you blew out a sigh of relief, mind still numb over the revelation.

Corpse was your soulmate.

The guy who had literally went viral the past few weeks was your soulmate.

You'd finally found him.

You heard Rae cut Sykkuno off, telling everyone she was starting the game and muttered a "Thank god" when the words "CREWMATE" appeared on your screen. You would not have been able to play imposter at the moment, your mind pretty much stuck on the fact that Corpse was your fucking soulmate.

Heading down to admin, you realised you hadn't said anything yet to the stream so you quickly turned on your cam, saying a quick sorry to the viewers.

"Sorry guys, I forgot to put the camera on," you smiled focusing on card swipe.

"I hope everyone's been okay, I know this was quite sudden, but Rae invited me and I was like why not you know," you said rambling as you moved to comms and did the task there.

Lights were called and you moved to electrical, arriving there just as Leslie fixed them. You moved into the back of electrical doing the three tasks you had there when Sykkuno suddenly came in and went straight to standing on top of the vent.

You giggled already knowing his trick.

"Okay guys," you mumbled watching Sykkuno wiggle on the vent. "do we trust Sykkuno or not?"

"You know what," you said making a split second decision. "Its the first game, we might as well."

Joining him on the vent, you stilled for a second and then breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't automatically kill you.

"See, what did I tell you guys huh?" you question smiling straight at the camera. "I knew Sykkuno could be trusted."

You decided to follow Sykkuno going into reactor with him and starting 'Simon says' and just as you were on the last part, a body was found making you let a whine out.

"Guysss," you whined to the camera as Rae started talking about how she had found Daves body in admin.

"Um, I havent been in admin since the start of the game," you said, "also I can clear Sykkuno, for the last part of the round, he's been with me since lights went out."

Sykkuno confirmed it, "Yup that's right, also I can hard clear Y/N cuz guess what? She stood on the vent with me and none of us died."

Everyone chuckled as he said "Thats good enough for me."

"Uh, I was in navigation mostly." said Lily.

"Poki, can I just ask what you were doing?" said Sean, an undercurrent of mirth present.

"Me?" asked Poki speaking for the first time. "What was I doing?"

"You weren't doing any tasks, you were literally just walking from one side of medbay to the other when I peeked in."

Poki started laughing, trying to get her words out at the same time.

"Okay so-" a giggle. "okay okay- I was just, I was trying to um do the beep test," she said finally breaking down and making everyone else laugh as well.

"What the fuck?" you said, laughing at the image in your mind.

"My chat told me to do it last game so I decided to do it now, I was literally just playing around," she said finally, adding "I swear I'm not imposter" at the end.

"Hmmm," you hummed, bringing a hand up to stroke your chin. "Are you sure it was last game Poki... hm...."

Giggling at Poki indignant "YES it was last game", you quickly skipped voting like everyone else as the timer went into the last ten seconds.

Humming a tune under your breath, you went back to reactor, taking a minute to carefully do Simon says and then moved to the other task counting out one two three as you pressed on the numbers. Humming, you moved out of reactor, only to come face to face with Corpse. You paused for a second, and then moved ahead, refusing to show anything on camera. For some reason he followed you as you went to storage, looking at you while you did the trash.

"Why is he just staring?" you mumbled, biting your lip. God, you really didn't wanna think of him right now. You started walking to shields, him still walking with you when lights were called and not a second later a body was reported.

Suddenly there was screaming your ears as Toast and Rae both started accusing each other.

"Wait- Wait WAIT" yelled Poki trying to get them to stop. "What happened?"

"I'll explain" declared Rae, not letting toast get a word in. "We were in navigation okay, me, Toast and Leslie. Lights went out, and suddenly a report buttons there. It's either Toast or someone came in just as lights went out and killed but that doesn't seem likely because I didn't see anyone anywhere near us at all. Anyways I'm fucking telling the truth guys, its Toast, he's the one who did it."

"Toast, do you have anything to say for yourself?" asked Corpse, his voice making your insides shiver.

"Holy shit, this is my soulmate", you thought for the fiftieth time.

"Uh yeah," replied toast. "I didn't do it."

Everyone laughed as he continued.

"Like seriously, I wouldn't do anything like this because it'd be a stupid move from my own part, and I think Raes smart enough to not do this as well. I think someone else came in just as lights went down and killed immediately, which to be honest, was pretty smart of them."

"Okay so I can clear Corpse," you cut in noticing the timer was close. "he was with me in weapons when it happened, he wouldn't have had time to go all the way up, or even vent there because we were literally walking in."

"Yup that's right," confirmed corpse.

"I'm in cafeteria" said Poki.

"Yeah, I saw her on my way to weapons," said Sykkuno, "and I'm in weapons right now,"

"I'm in lower engine" said Sean, and Lily said she was in reactor.

"I think it's Toast," you mumbled and then rose your voice to talk over everyone. "Look okay fine, maybe he said it was a stupid move and he wouldn't do it but maybe he did it for that exact reason. He thought he could get away with it because no one would expect him to do something like that."

As the timer started going down by 10, you voted for Toast and it turned out 3 had skipped the vote while five had voted for him.

damn.

"Guys you actually voted for him?" you said in a high voice, re-enacting one of Sykkunos most said lines.

You heard a "oh for gods sake" from Rae before everyone went silent and you giggled as you moved back down to weapons to do your tasks.

You finished all your tasks and decided to go to security to check where everyone is. Humming as you moved through the electrical hallway, you narrowed your eyes as Corpse came out of electrical and went towards storage. Quickly ducking in you didn't see a body so you headed back out, going into cams and gasping as you saw the body. Reporting immediately you were shocked to see the four kills that had happened. Now only you, Corpse, Sean and Rae were left.

"Oh my god," you mumbled confused. Either there were still two imposters, and Toast wasn't the imposter or the imposter literally killed and did nothing else. Now either that could mean that its definitely Rae if Toast wasn't the imposter, or that it was Corpse as the only imposter left. That was a bit weird though becuase he could have totally killed you at the start of the game. You didn't suspect Sean at all.

"What the fuck?" mumbled Corpse, and Rae made her animal noises expressing her shock.

"Okay," you said taking charge and relaying the kill and your theory to everyone. "So either it was Toast and there's only one other imposter, who is Corpse. Or Toast wasn't an imposter and there's two of them left. I-" you took a deep breath in at the end, very confused. " I don't know anymore,"

"I think its Corpse as well,"

Corpse who hadn't said anything up till this moment suddenly started stammering out "hey-hey uh let-lets not gang up on me okay. It's not-"

"No, wait, its because Y/N said you came out of electrical right, and I saw you in upper engine literally a bit ago and you went down. I went towards cafeteria so I don't know exactly where you went but its totally possible that you killed."

You voted form him after that, convinced it was Corpse, and the other followed quickly.

"Guys what the fuck, at least give me a chance to explain my self" he whined when his body was thrown off the ship seconds later. You cheered when the "VICTORY" sign was displayed across the screen, bringing up your chat and laughing at Toast as he pretended to be angry at me.

"That was a great round, good work Y/N"

"Thankyou" you mumbled staring at your chat. You were confused when you saw the absolute influx of messages on there, and you were barely able to read them because they were going so fast. You scrolled up, and read through the few of the messages;

"You've made corpse sad."

"Corpse has literally been so quite since you came in, can you leave."

"Omg stop with the hate messages, its not her fault if corpse isn't talking to you"

"are you his ex or something? What was that reaction at the start?"

"what did you do? Corpse literally hasn't said a word since you came in."

"Um..."

Corpse POV

Corpses heart stopped for a minute, his breath catching. The words on his wrist glowed gold, and he stared at the little red character standing there.

This person was the reason that he had "PRAISE BINGUS" stretched across his wrist.

They were the only reason that he had searched "Bingus" on google for all of his life. The only reason Corpse knew about the meme before anyone else was because he was constantly monitoring the word online. Ever since March, he had been waiting with bated breath, anxious that he could meet his soulmate at any moment. and here you were.

For some reason, he had never expected that he would meet you in among us, or while he was on stream. He always thought it'd be someone outside. It was a bit stupid in hindsight as all he did nowadays was play among us.

He heard you introduce yourself to him but the only thing that came out of his mouth was “No fucking way”.

Immediately after he wanted to slap himself.

“Idiot” he thought to himself. “At least try to make a good impression.”

When Rae asked what was wrong, heat sprung to his cheeks as he started revealing that they were soulmates, but Y/N cut him off, saying that it was nothing.

Corpse’s heart sank a little then.

'Maybe she’s just a private person,' he reasoned with himself.

'I shouldn’t have tried to say it on stream either. God, I’m a fucking idiot, if I said it, literally everyone would know and not only would I have hated the attention, she probabaly would have as well.'

Convincing himself that she was right, he reassured himself that it wasn’t because of him. She wasn’t revealing it because she probably didn't want all the attention.

For some reason though, his heart sank even more when Y/N didnt talk to him, instead talking to sykkuno about his dog. Like sure he could understand not wanting to reveal they were soulmates but shouldn’t she at least wanna talk to him? At this point he wouldn’t even mind if she talked about his voice like everyone else.

He groaned when the word "Imposter" came across his screen, his and Toasts character standing together. He was not in the right mindset right now to be able to be a good imposter. Breathing in deeply he continued in the game, with the first round passing by quick. The second round, he saw Y/N and stood with her for a bit wondering if he should kill her. Her red character moved to weapons and he sighed moving the mouse over the kill button. Just as he was thinking of clicking a body was found. Corpse swore as Toast flew off the ship. Deciding he needed to speed it up he killed four people in the round, hissing when the meeting was called. The moment Y/N accused him, he knew it was over. He didn't even bother defending himself much, just hoping the game would end soon.

When they were in the lobby, he quickly told everyone that he was going to leave because his internet was acting up. Turning off the stream after saying a quick thank you to everyone, he leaned back in his seat breathing through his nose.

What the fuck was his life.

Even his soulmate didnt want him. Honestly, he should have expected this. Abandoned at 12 with no one around him, why did his expect his soulmate to even give a fuck about him. Tears pricked his eyes and he blinked trying to get rid of them. He breathed in deeply, grabbing the water on the table and taking a big gulp. He had never hated himself more than he did right now. Why couldnt he have an easier life.

“Why cant I just fucking be NORMAL” he yelled throwing the empty bottle of water at the wall.

Throwing himself into bed, he scrunched up his eyes, hoping that sleep would come today, not noticing as his phone lit up with a single message.

Your POV

You stayed for another game and then ducked out apologizing and making an excuse up.

"Sorry it was such a short stream, everyone," you said pouting at the camera. "It was fun though so hopefully I get to do it again." Waving goodbye, you turned off the camera and leaned your head back staring at the ceiling.

What the actual fuck.

Grabbing your phone, you stared at it for a bit. Everything that you had pushed to the back of your mind in the game, was suddenly in the forefront.

The only thing you knew about Corpse was that he had a really deep voice, he narrated horror movies, and he maybe did music?

'Rae mentioned that once right?' you thought to yourself.

You unlocked the phone and then locked it again, too scared to actually do anything.

Unlocked.

Locked.

Unlocked.

Locked.

"Oh get a grip," you muttered to yourself, opening the phone and sending a text to Rae.

‘Hey Rae, do you have corpses number? Do you mind sending it to me, I need to tell him something.’

A reply came in a minute,

‘umm, why. he's pretty private so idk i don't rlly wanna give his number if he doesn't want someone to have it’

You sighed, and decided you might as well tell her. You knew Rae wouldn't betray your trust.

‘He's my soulmate’

Immediately a ‘AHDJHAKJKAGDAK’ came as a reply and you giggled at the string of emojis after it.

‘Don't tell anyone,’ you sent quickly, trying to calm her down.

‘Okay okay, its XXX - XXX - XXXX, ASHAGDH IM DYING OMG. GO TALK TO HIM.’

Biting your lip you added Corpse into your contacts hesitating before putting a small black heart next to his name.

"Already simping," you mumbled under your breath, hands hovering over the keyboard as you struggled to think of what to write.

You finally decided on 'Hey, its Y/N, can I call?' thinking that something short would be the best way to go. Hand hovering over the send button, you sucked in a breath and pressed it, waiting with bated breath.

A minute passed.

And then five.

And then, without you even you realising, it'd been half an hour of you just looking at your phone.

An hour later, you were slumped on your desk, eyes closed and snoring lightly, the phone still open, the message you sent lighting up the screen.

tbc.

[spidernerdsblog]

Hey dear💟 how are you? Can I ask for some mob!tom smut?? Like he's smoking a cigar at a boring wedding when he meets a mob!reader and after talking a bit things just happen and he takes her home for fucking all night?

Oh and ends in fluff??

Hi nonnie! I'm fine hope you are well too. Here's your request hope you like this.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

His Queen, Her King

Being the mob boss Tom had to be a part of various social gatherings, galas, parties etc but the most he dreaded were weddings. Especially when you're an eligible bachelor, people around you are constantly nagging you with the most evident question ‘when is your turn?’ There were several occasions where the leaders of other mobs had tried to set him up with their daughters to forge an alliance but he would turn them down every time because he never found them to be his match. He likes to be in control but that doesn’t mean he would settle for a mere puppet who would dress up pretty and do as told, he wanted someone powerful, fierce who would challenge his authority, a real queen to his vast empire.  

It was one of his childhood friends' wedding day so he couldn't say no. The hall was buzzing with people as he was seated with a couple of his friends at a table drinking and laughing loudly talking about their busy lives and their businesses. One hour to the wedding reception and Tom was already bored he lit up a cigar and took a long puff from it watching everyone silently. 

Just then you walk in through the doors in a long red silk dress hugging your body like a second skin with a thigh high slit paired with pointed stilettos making heads turn. Your hair styled into loose curls cascading down your shoulders complimenting your dewy makeup. Your wrists and ears sparkling with the most priceless authentic diamonds.  Apart from being the maid of honor you are the only woman in the mob business who owns the biggest diamond business in the country. 

People were obviously envious of your power though they never dare to say anything to your face but you have heard how people think you just got lucky with the business as the only daughter of your father, women have no place in the mob even to the extent of being slut shamed and being accused of sleeping with your rivals to run the business. You had simply shrugged it off and showed those people with a flourishing business and earning double profits than your father used to earn when he used to run the mob. You walk over to your best friend.

“Congratulations Jane, finally you’re a married woman now!” you give her a hug.

“Thanks Y/N it feels like a dream honestly” she chirps “but when are you…”

“Please you also don’t start” you both chuckled and continued gossiping.

“Man why are these receptions so dull and boring” Matt groaned “couldn’t they do it at a bar or strip club?”

“Yeah it would have been fun to watch your wife beat the shit out of you after you flirted with one of the strippers” Carl mocked to which everyone laughed out loud including Tom.

“Hey!!” Matt revolted in protest as all of them laughed again.

Your conversation was constantly getting disturbed with their constant brawls and loud laughter. Even the other guests had a frown on their face with the noise they were making.

“I apologize on behalf of my friends, they can sometimes be a little loud” Paul the groom said apologetically.

"It’s ok I know how to deal with guys like them. Let me handle it” You offer and stride your way to their table. 

“Sorry to crash the fun boys but some of us are actually here to attend the reception not to hear your meaningless chatter” you jibe forcing a smile as the men turn their attention towards you. Tom puts down his cigar blowing out the smoke as he takes a quick glance of you.

“I'm sorry love, are we offending you?” he remarks with a smolder and the men around him hollered. The corner of your lips quirk into a sly smirk as you step closer to him drawing a finger along his jawline.

“It will take a lot more than this baby face to offend me” you taunt him back with a grin amusing everyone including Tom at your comeback.

“Oooh damn!” the men hollered again while you turned your back and strutted off to join your friends again. Tom just sat there completely blown away by your boldness. He had heard about you but now that he saw you he understood that you weren’t just a beautiful face after all who just got lucky in the mob business you were a complete badass. The very image of you radiates power and triumph. 

His eyes seeked yours the whole time and then he found you finally all by yourself near the open bar drinking a glass of whisky. He approaches you as he clears his throat.

“Ahem, hey” you lift your eyes from the glass and then put it down on the counter smacking your lips.

“Here to apologise for being a jerk?” you quip.

“I thought we were even already” he remarks with a smug grin.

“Yeah maybe” you half shrug

“Tom Holland by the way” he reaches his hand out and you dismiss it by picking your glass again and taking a sip. 

“I know who you are, the boss of the most powerful mob in London” you say nonchalantly

“Keeping tabs I see” he smirks as he signals the bartender to hand him a drink as well.

“It’s a risky business Holland you gotta keep records about your potential rivals” you state blandly.

“Absolutely, couldn’t agree more” he takes a sip wincing at the strong taste of the drink. 

“So all alone? Bossman didn’t get any arm candy for the night?” you snicker.

“Only a queen fits beside a king like me darling and I haven’t found one yet , what about you?”

“Well I haven’t found my king either” you clink your glass to his as you both gulp down your drinks.

“You look ravishing in that dress I must say” he compliments with a suave in his voice.

“Thank you. You don’t look bad either” you flirt back as you bite the corner of your lip checking him dressed in an Armani suit the Rolex on his wrist glinting in the golden light of the chandeliers.  

“I really admire you. Honestly it’s really hard and dangerous to run a business when you’re a woman” there was a different kind of sparkle in his eyes which you recognize very well.

“What can I say I just love playing with danger” you shrug with sass in your voice. 

“You wanna get out of here? I’m sure nobody will miss us” he licks his lips eyes darkening with pure desire. 

“Well what are we waiting for?” you smirk with a mischievous glint in your eyes both of you coming to a silent agreement.

The whole ride to his mansion was a blur as soon as you were inside he had you pinned up against the door as his lips met yours hungrily. His lips tasted of burnt cigar and whisky.  He started leaving trails of kisses on your jaw and neck while his hand snaked down to your thighs through the slit of your dress unclasping the thigh holster from your leg as it dropped on the ground with a loud clatter. His hand moved further to your flimsy lace thong to feel your sex. 

“So wet already, love? I haven't even touched you properly” you can hear the smirk in his voice. His hand goes to unzip your dress as he leans in for a kiss but you stop him placing two fingers on his lips slowly tracing them. 

“Bedroom?” you ask breathing heavily.

“Upstairs left” he informs between shallow breaths.

You gave him a peck on his cheek and made your way up the stairs. Tom’s eyes never left you as he watched you slide the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders and dropping it off on the floor striding away in just your strapless bra and thong your heels clacking against the marble floor. Tom scoffed in amusement a toothy grin forming on his face . You were really something who was just driving him crazy.

The moment he walked in the bedroom he felt himself twitch inside his pants. There you were sitting in the middle at the edge of the bed slightly leaning on your palms with your legs crossed one above the other. You looked like a viscous siren slowly entrapping him with your charm and beauty. 

“Nice bedroom” You gently smoothed the silk sheets with your hand.

“Glad you liked it” he said smiling.

“Are you just gonna stand over there?” You unclipped your bra and lazily dropped it on the floor putting on a show for him as you lifted a hand pointing a finger motioning him to come closer. A low groan escaped from his mouth at the sight of your exposed breasts as he strolled towards you unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off his body drinking in your almost naked form with lustful eyes. You subconsciously licked your lips marveling his taut muscles. He tilted your chin up as you gazed in his brown eyes with parted lips.

“God you’re gonna be the death of me” he mumbles in a husky voice.

“That was the plan all the time, I can then take over your mob” you giggle playfully.

“You minx” he knelt down to capture your red tinted lips passionately tongues clashing against each other as you ran your fingers across his abdomen, nails scraping his skin. He gently pushes you down on the mattress as you shift back in the middle of the bed. He spreads your legs to accommodate himself as he crawls up to be at level to your face pressing a soft kiss to your swollen lips. Goosebumps covered your skin as you felt his bulge brushing on your thighs. You tilted your head to the side as he took the opportunity to suck marks on the nape of your neck. One hand squeezing your ass the other palming your breast as he placed butterfly kisses all over your skin.

“So pretty” he mumbles, pressing kisses between the valley of your breasts,you shuddered when he flicked his tongue over your sensitive bud.

“Oh” you gasped when he wrapped his mouth around your breast sucking the nipple between his teeth, kneading the other fingers pinching and tugging on it. After paying equal attention to the other one too before continuing his journey south. Your stomach flutters as his lips trail down your rib cage, navel the cold gold chain dangling down his neck feeling ticklish against your hot skin. He placed a soft kiss over your soaked panties and you felt that your body was set to fire as you gasped lightly chest heaving up and down. A smirk forms on his face as he moves to kiss your inner thighs ignoring the place where you needed him the most.

“Please” you let out a quiet whimper

“Please what darling?” he whispers with a husky voice. 

“Touch me” 

“I’m touching you love” he lightly chuckles, you whined in protest. “You gotta be more specific with your demands, love, what do you need?” he coos.

“I-I need you, your mouth” you breathed out. 

“See that wasn’t so hard” he practically rips off your thong and throws the shredded fabric away letting out a low growl at the sight of your glistening cunt. He hooked his arms to your thighs, the rings on his fingers felt cold against your skin. He licks a long stripe up your folds sending jolts of pleasure up your body making you squirm in his hold.

“So sweet” he mumbles against your heat. You let out a soft gasp, your hands threading into his soft brown curls as he swirled his tongue through your folds.

You cry out when his tongue flicks your swollen clit giving his hair a harsh tug he groans into your heat. He continued to suck on your clit between his lips pushing a thick digit inside you. Your body arched bucking your hips into his mouth he had to place a hand on your lower stomach to keep you in place. He then adds another finger pumping it in and out of you his teeth grazing your sensitive bud soothing it after with his tongue immediately. 

“Fuck!” You moaned feeling euphoric eyes fluttering shut as he devoured you. Your body tensed up when he added another finger to your heat, your one hand was pulling his hair painfully and the other squeezing your breast rolling your nipple between your fingers. He curled his fingers hitting your spot sending you over the edge.

“C’mon love, let it go want you to cum all over my fingers” he moaned into your heat the vibrations leading you to tumble down the edge as you came undone around his fingers. He helped you ride your high still sucking on your clit, your legs trembled as he lapped up all your juices. He pulled away after sometime his chin glistening with your arousal. 

He got rid of his dress pants along with his boxers and then crawled over to you. You gazed into his warm brown eyes still in your post orgasmic haze as you pulled him down to capture his lips with an urgent need. You tasted yourself on his lips as he deepened the kiss grinding his hips into yours. 

A soft gasp escaped your lips when you felt the tip of his member brushed against your entrance. He gripped his member giving it a few pumps before lining up against your core. You placed a hand flat on his stomach signalling him to stop. He knitted his brow in confusion when you flipped him over to be on top him sitting on the back of your knee straddling his waist. 

“I wanna ride you” you whisper in a sultry voice and his lips curl up to a smirk.

“Then go ahead, darling” he shuffles back a little resting himself comfortably against the headboard. You brought your hand to your mouth and gave it lick before grabbing his member using it for lubrication, slowly pumping his length and lining it up to your weeping core. Your breath hitched when you felt his tip slide through your entrance stretching your walls in a nice way. You slowly sank down on his length feeling so full of him. You stayed like that, your walls warm and snug squeezing him like a vice. Tom groaned when you clenched around him. 

“Oh god Y/N please move or I'm not gonna last for another minute” you leaned down to kiss him starting to move your hips slowly adjusting to his thick shaft.

“Shit” He hissed as you lifted yourself hand gripping on his thighs for leverage to go a little faster, the soft sound of your skin slapping against each other filled the room. Your stomach clenched as you paced up and down his cock, each time filling you up to the hilt. His hands held your hips, fingers digging in your skin groans rumbled in Tom’s throat as he clenched his jaw. He gazed at you with hooded eyes smitten by the way your back arches towards him and your tits bounce with every thrust.

You started to feel a little exhausted, a thin sheen of sweat lining your bodies as you slowed down your pace. Tom’s hands slid down to your ass, spreading your cheeks as he took control, thrusting up into you. You jolted forward moaning out loud, grasping on to his shoulders tightly for support. 

“Just because you're on the top don't think you're in control darling” he says cheekily you let out a light chuckle at his comment before whimpering when his cock hit your sweet spot.

He lifted his knees, planting the heels of his feet into the mattress for leverage as he began to fuck you roughly. He grunted, feeling your walls clench around his cock with every thrust of his hips. You leaned down to kiss him sloppily he reciprocates by slipping his tongue into your mouth swirling it inside your mouth. You moaned into the kiss as you felt a tight knot build inside your stomach.

“Tom” you moan breathlessly, eyes squeezing shut as your hands slide down his shoulder to his chest nails scratching his skin.

“Gonna cum again for me love?” Tom murmured against your lips as he spanked your ass lightly. You nodded your head vigorously starting to roll your hips desperately. He brought his thumb to your swollen clit and rubbed circles as the coil inside you snapped and you screamed out your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. Tom wasn’t too far either as he continued rutting his hips and soon he was spilling inside you.

“Fuck.” He moaned as his face screwed up in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowing as he emptied his seed into your tight pussy, not letting go of his grip on your body. You collapsed onto his chest panting both of you catching your breath, your walls still pulsating around his cock, deeply buried inside you. He caressed your back gently, your chest pressed to his, head resting over his heart as you listened to his steady heartbeat while your fingers fiddled with the chain around his neck. He took your hand and kissed on your knuckles gently brushing his thumb over them lovingly.

“I really like you” he finally spoke out

“What?” you frowned, still a bit dizzy.

“I think I have fallen in love with you Y/N” he confesses softly as you straighten yourself to look him in the eyes.

“Are you asking me out when you are literally balls deep inside me?” you snicker raising your eyebrows.

“I’m serious Y/N” he cradles your face with both of his hands “the moment I saw you I knew you are the one I have been waiting for all my life. A strong, independent and fearless woman who doesn’t need anyone, you are a hell of a queen, Y/N. I want this queen to be only mine, together we can rule the world love. I don’t want this to be a one night thing I want to make love to you every night, kiss every inch of your body and appreciate you, adore you” he rants

“The last part sounded a little creepy though” you chuckled “Well I do like you too my king let’s just take things slow and see where it goes maybe?”

“Sure my queen” he smiles as you kiss him softly.

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[sourholland]

A Royal Convienence || Tom Holland

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Part One

Summary → When an alliance is made between England and France, you are sent away to marry the crown prince and heir to the British throne. Except both you and Prince Thomas despise each other at all odds, subjected to the hand of the monarchy and unable to stand each other.

AN → I’m so excited for this, I honestly thought it’d be out a little sooner but whatever.

Pairing(s) → Prince!Tom x Princess!Reader

Warnings → None

Word Count → 1.8k

Word of the royal engagement had spread quickly, not only by mouth, but through the newspapers as well.

Prince Thomas of Wales and Princess Y/N of France would be married in the spring. Only six weeks awaiting the royal wedding where the crown prince would marry the firstborn princess of France. Rumors of His Majesty, King Dominic’s ill health thickened the air, leaving the country to wonder if the reason for the sudden alliance was perhaps in favor of the succession of the eldest prince.

“Your Royal Highness,” the man bowed his head as you stepped from the ship onto the dock.

You lifted your gloved hand to his outstretched fingers, helping you onto the grass. The clouds hung grayly in the sky, droplets of rain threatening to spill. The man guided you to the carriage not far from where you’d disembarked. He was clearly a member of the royal guard, dressed stiffly and talking very little. You couldn’t tell if this was due to your status or the requirements he was to adhere to.

The inside of the carriage was decorated richly, plush bench seats accompanied by satin curtains of gold. You were tempted to reach over and touch them, retracting your hand when the carriage jerked and began to move through the crowded streets of London.

You were exhausted, hardly sleeping on the journey from France. You’d been unable to keep down any food, seasick and lethargic the whole way. You hadn’t been able to freshen up, assuming that your hair which had been pulled back was a mess by now. You also hadn’t been afforded the luxury of taking your ladies with you, some of which had been with you since you were a girl. This was making things like lacing your own corset considerably more difficult.

The whole way to Buckingham Palace had gone by rather fast, the scenery passing you by reduced to blurs in your memory. It was a much different atmosphere than that of France, or at least what you’d been allowed to see of it. You spent most of your early life being taught how to rule a country, being the heir to the throne until you reached the age of fourteen. Your mother, the Queen Consort Marie, had finally produced a son, an heir, a male to take the throne once the king died.

This day, the day when your brother Prince Louis was born, had been one of the most dreadful days of your life. Everything you’d been working towards, learning about, being trained for, was stripped away from you. After that, you’d been reduced to what it seemed every woman was around you, aristocracy or not, an object of marriage.

Some years later, you would be called into the throne room and told by your father that you would be wed to the Crown Prince of England. You’d only met Prince Thomas once before, at the English Duke’s wedding when you were only twelve years old. He had been only fourteen, unbothered and unfazed by your presence. From what you recalled, your encounter with him had been less than pleasant.

You’d made several attempts to speak with the Prince throughout the night, taking your mother’s words of encouragement. He brushed you off every time, once telling you that he did not care for the French, nor your way of approaching the ‘next King of England.’

“Ma’am.”

You were brought away from your thoughts at the man’s words, your head rising from its place at the wall of the carriage. You glanced out the window, the large palace greeting you. You remembered nothing of coming through the gates, or even seeing the Buckingham Palace for the first time.

You stepped out, flattening your skirts with your palms and doing the best with your hair. You couldn’t imagine how improper you’d probably looked, your stomach churning at the thought of walking through the doors of the palace.

The walk from the carriage to the set of doors that led you into the large entryway was short. The walls were covered in rich fabrics, candles lighting each walkway. The guards accompanying you remained silent, the sound of your shoes against the fine carpet in your ears. You remembered your governess, the way she’d always remind you that a princess never slouched. The straightening of your back and extra spry in your step helped you to gain back a bit of confidence.

Through what felt like dozens of twists and turns, the tallest guard was pushing open two large doors. You stepped in wearily, recognizing it as the throne room. You suddenly became very aware of your appearance, the way you must be an absolute mess.

“Her Royal Highness, Princess Y/N of France,” he announced to the room.

You walked before the throne and gave a deep curtsy to both King Dominic and Queen Nicola. You met each of their eyes nervously, you knew it was wrong to look for any bit of illness in the king, unable to help yourself from noticing his paleness and sunken in eyes.

“Your Majesties,” you addressed.

“Why, I haven’t seen you since you were a girl,” she remarked. “Of course, then you were to be the Queen of France. And now—well, there’s Prince Louis, correct?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you answered with a twinge of bitterness. “My brother should take the throne some day.”

King Dominic’s eyes scanned over you promptly, looking for any imperfection, any flaw to point out. This wasn’t odd behavior of a king, yet it still seemed to make you stammer over your words.

“You’ve grown very beautifully, I’m glad of this,” she added. “We’ve had portraits sent over, however, I will say that you are a fine-looking girl.”

There was no sign of the Prince, nor his younger brothers. It was only the king and the queen that occupied the throne room. You felt almost relieved of this, not wishing to see any more people in your current state. You also dreaded your imminent fate, a vow of marriage to a man you hardly knew, let alone could stand.

The large doors opened once more, revealing the eldest Prince, behind him were the twins, and next was the youngest. Prince Thomas held a blank expression, his eyes not yet meeting your own as he walked with his brothers to bow at his parents feet.

“Thomas, I’m sure you remember Y/N,” his mother said, motioning towards you.

His gaze fell on you, his eyes dipping from the cream colored skirts that swayed at your feet, to the mess of hair falling into your face slightly. His hair was slicked back and styled, the embroidery on his tunic rich and in season. His eyes darkened, a look of disdain flashing for a moment.

“I do, mum, I quite clearly recall us being introduced at cousin George’s wedding a few years back,” he answered.

He forced a grin, looking to his mother for approval. She went on about wedding preparations, dining plans, and which wing of the castle your chamber would be. It didn’t take long for you to realize how much of a rambler Queen Nicola truly was. You could only blame it on her longing for a daughter, and the fact that this was the first wedding she’d be able to orchestrate for one of her sons.

“Tomorrow you’ll meet me to choose an engagement ring, then to tea where your Ladies in Waiting will be,” she spoke modestly. “It’s far too late to do anything this evening. Though, I’m sure a chaperone could be arranged if you and Tom wished to speak for a time privately.”

“That won’t be necessary, mum. It’s quite late, I’m sure the Princess would rather retire to her chamber for the night,” the Prince interrupted. Good, you thought. You had no desire to be anywhere near Thomas, not now, and definitely not for what was playing out to be the rest of your miserable life.

“Ma’am,” you started. “Do excuse me if I’m incorrect, however, I thought Prince Thomas should have been the one to choose an engagement ring?” You asked, a snort came from Tom, a dismissive look from the Queen following. He grimaced as his younger brother, Prince Sam, you assumed, had elbowed him in the ribs.

“Well—yes, you are correct. Traditionally, if you and Thomas had courted, and then he’d gone to your father for his blessing, he would have chosen an engagement ring once you agreed to have him. This is not a traditional engagement, though. You’ll look through some of our most precious jewels, I assure you, Y/N.”

You felt your face heat up at her words, drowning out the last of her speech and curtsying again as she and the king left the room. The three younger Princes followed suit, Tom stopped at the archway for a moment. A servant most likely waited behind those slightly ajar doors, ready to escort you to your chambers.

“Princess,” your title lingered on his lips.

“Prince Thomas, can I help you?”

“I wish you would not refer to me as Thomas, that god awful name is reserved for my mother,” he said shortly. “Tom will do fine.”

“Prince Tom, then. Is there a reason you’ve stayed back? We shouldn’t be alone in here,” you had only been in the palace a short time and the last thing you wanted was a scandal.

His expression was not endearing in the least, he looked burdened by you. His jaw was set, his eyes malice, the curl of his lip in disgust. You took in a breath, mimicking his body language and going to pass him out into the hall. You were caught off guard by the jerking of your forearm, his hand grasping at it harshly and pulling you much closer to his face than you had been before.

“If this is what I must do for my country then so be it, however, do not think for a second that I would ever willingly marry someone like you,” he cursed, leaning in so close that you could feel his cool breath on your skin.

“Believe me, the feeling is mutual,” you said, looking him dead in the eyes. The weight of his words stung like a blade, his expression like pouring salt into an open wound.

“Well then, something we can agree on.”

You yanked away from him, brushing off his grasp and looking up at him with narrowed-eyes. He gritted his teeth as you flattened the fabric of your skirts once more before you left the large room in a fleeting motion.

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[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 1

Author’s Note: Had this idea living in my head rent free so hopefully I don’t butcher it.

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language

Part 1 , Part 2

“So, where are we going again?” Bucky asked Sam, confusion written on his face as he leaned back in the front passenger seat of the car.

“You’ll find out. We’ll be there soon.” Sam answered, his eyes glued to the road and hands gripping the wheel.

“But we’ve been driving in the middle of nowhere for an hour now.” Bucky fussed while staring at the never ending green grass that passed by, clearly irritated with Sam’s lack of details.

“I too would like to know where we are going.” Zemo spoke up only to add to Sam’s annoyance.

“YOU don’t get to ask questions.” Sam glared at Zemo through the rear view mirror before staring back at the road. He was starting to get fed up with their questions and lack of patience.

The three men had been driving with their windows down for what felt like hours through the Scottish countryside, watching the green highlands pass by. Though they admired the beauty of the landscape, they were extremely anxious to stretch their legs and get to their unknown destination. Not to mention, they were starting to get a little hungry as well.

“Are we there yet?” Bucky broke the silence after some time.

“We get there when we get there.” Sam snapped, his knuckles turning white from gripping the wheel a bit too hard. He was really looking forward to getting out of the car and away from those two.

After a short while they neared a small seaside village. The place was not that busy, save for the few locals and fishermen going about the cloudy day.

Sam drove on a little further before finally reaching a quaint stone cottage that sat on a hill at the edge of town, overlooking the ocean. He pulled up next to the 60s convertible cream colored Volkswagen Beetle that had a surfboard tied on the roof, parked next to the cottage. Sam took the keys out of the ignition and stepped out, stretching his legs as the others followed suit.

Sam smiled to himself as he walked up the path leading to the front door and glanced upon the flower garden and the decorations out front. He knew for sure this was your place. The other two quietly followed behind while looking around the residence, from the neatly kept garden and the vines that crawled along the house, to the fishing equipment hung up on the side, down to the handmade birdhouses and the wind chimes and sun-catchers that clinked melodically against the ocean breeze, including the collection of garden gnomes. The place reminded the men something straight out of Jane Austen’s novels, not that they’d like to admit they knew such a thing.

Sam stopped at the front door before turning to the others with a pointed finger. “Now whatever you do, don’t stare.”

“Wait what?” Bucky scrunched his nose.

“Just don’t.”

Sam paused for a moment, thinking of how to explain this situation to you before tapping on the wooden door. No answer. Sam could feel Bucky glaring at the back of his head, ready to scold him about how this was a big waste of time. So he knocked again, this time calling out if any one was home.

Before Bucky could open his mouth there was rustling coming from inside and the sound of someone knocking into furniture before a faint “ow” and “fuck” of a woman’s voice made Bucky and Zemo glance questioningly at each other. Where the hell did Sam lead them to?

The locks on the door were fumbled with before opening up to reveal your head poking out from behind.

“Sam?” You breathed out. You were slightly out of breath and your hair was disheveled with strands falling out of your bun at the front from under your silk scarf. The sleeves of your button up blouse were rolled up at your elbows, revealing your dirt covered arms. You were working on your vegetable garden in the back before you were interrupted by your unexpected visitors.

Bucky stood behind Sam and couldn’t help but widen his eyes when he saw you. He only met you a few times during the threat of Thanos and before, but the interactions he had with you were very brief. All he knew was that you were a good friend of the Avengers, especially Thor, Clint, Nat, Wanda, Tony and Steve and now apparently Sam. But after Thanos was defeated you disappeared and nothing was heard of you since.

Zemo glanced out from behind Bucky and tried to remain hidden behind the super soldier once he recognized your face. You weren’t exactly an Avenger and you weren’t on Earth when he tore the Avengers apart, you were helping Thor at the time and little to everyone’s knowledge, you were also defending your planet against an inside threat. But you had heard of him through your friends, and though you hadn’t met him, Zemo knew you would strangle him once you spotted him.

“Hey y/n.” Sam smiled at you, calling you by your alias name. He knew who you were through Steve, but even then, he didn’t know everything about you and about the recent events that took place in your home planet that still devastated you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, wiping your hands on your apron. There was a reason you chose to live all the way out here, and though you gave Sam your new address, you didn’t expect him to bring company.

“I came to see how you were doing?”

“Bullshit.” You scowled, crossing your arms over your chest. “If you wanted to check up on me you wouldn’t have brought someone.”

Sam opened his mouth to speak but decided against it, refused to meet your stern eyes and looking down at the ground instead with his hands in his pockets. He often forgot how well you were able to read people, almost as if you were telepathic. Little to his knowing, you were in fact a telepath but decided against telling him. You’ve known people who became uncomfortable when finding that detail about you and noticed how they tried to avoid you, constantly guarding their thoughts when around. If only they knew you never bothered to do such a thing because you respected their privacy and because you’ve seen things in people’s heads you wished to forget. You’ve only ever used your telepathy when it was absolutely necessary. Straightening up, you finally took a better look at the other man behind him and instantly recognized him as Bucky.

“Barnes?”

“Hi y/n.” Bucky smiled shyly at you as he looked into your eyes. And that’s when he noticed for the first time that your eyes were different from when he last saw you. Your irises were now a shade of purples and blues with flecks of gold that spread out, a reflection of the stars and the universe. So that’s what Sam meant when he said to not stare. But could you have just been wearing contacts? Bucky’s stare was cut short as Sam noticed, glaring at him and clearing his throat before elbowing him in the stomach.

Suddenly, there came the sound of a little girls squeals coming from inside your home, startling the men except for Sam. And before they knew it, a small girl in overalls who looked to be of 6 years of age sprinted through your legs and out the door. “Uncle Sam!”

“Oof! Athena wait!” You gasped against the impact as you tried to reach for her.

“Hey hey little Athena!” Sam smiled as he picked the excited girl up into his arms before setting her on his hip. “How’s my favorite little warrior?”

“I’m helping Mommy with the garden! See!” She squealed in delight before showing off her dirty hands.

“I can see that.” Sam chuckled. “Looks like you’ve been working hard.”

“God, I’m so sorry Sam. She’s covered in dirt.” You tried to apologize with an embarrassed face.

“Hey no worries.” Sam smiled at you. “Some dirt is not gonna kill me.”

“Mommy who’s this?” Athena questioned as she looked at the man next to Sam.

You looked at Bucky and gave him a look that questioned what name he would prefer, to which he nodded and mouthed Bucky to you.

“That’s Bucky sweetie.”

“Hi Bucky! I’m Athena!” She stuck her tiny hand out to for him to shake, a big grin plastered on her face from meeting new people.

“It’s very nice to meet you Athena.” Bucky smiled as he gently shook her hand, making her giggle.

The scene made you smile to yourself as you pushed a strand of your hair behind your ears. Maybe it wasn’t so bad that Sam and Bucky decided to pay a visit.

“Mommy who’s the man in the back?”

The man in the back? You looked to Sam and James with a raised brow before craning your neck to see who the third guest could be, only to tense up and clutch the door frame, forcing yourself to not go over there right now and throw him off a cliff.

“What the hell is he doing here?” You glared daggers at Zemo as he watched you with caution, before you turned to Sam.

“I can explain.” Sam tightened his jaw as he saw your expression.

“Athena, sweetie.” You turned to your daughter with a gentle smile. “I want you to go up to your room and clean up okay?”

“Okay mommy.” Athena looked back at you with a worried look as Sam set her down.

You caressed her head as she walked in, watching her go up the stairs and waiting for the sound of her bedroom door to close and her shower to turn on before shutting the front door behind you.

“Are you out of your goddamn minds?” You glared at the two, trying to not yell, your fists balling up in anger. “What in the three hells is going on?”

“Look y/n. He might be of some use.” Sam tried to explain.

“So you broke him out of prison?!”

“Well technically he got himself out.” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. He was starting to think that this wasn’t such a good idea and felt guilty for coming here.

“Oh? So what? He magically decides to join your little boy band? The Wakandans are after his ass in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Look I get it. Working with Zemo sounds like a terrible idea and you have every right to be upset. We just need a place to lay low for now. Just...hear us out.” Sam responded with a pleading look.

You stood there with a hand on your hip, squeezing your eyes shut while you pinched the bridge of your nose, not even caring that you still had dirt on your hands.

“Please y/n.” Bucky spoke up, making you look up at him. “Sam wouldn’t come here if he didn’t know what he was doing.”

You looked between the two, rubbing your chin in contemplation as you thought everything over. Bucky was right. Sam would never try to purposely put you in harm’s way.

“Fine.” You breathed out. “You can stay for the night. But you are going to tell me everything. Every last detail.”

“I promise.” Sam looked to you as he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Well come on then. Get in.” You nodded your head towards the door as you opened it, letting Bucky and Sam in before putting yourself in front of Zemo and blocking him with a threatening look while speaking in a cold tone. “I swear to the gods, if you so much as try anything, I will bury you alive in my backyard and use you as fertilizer to grow fungi.”

“Y/n what the fuck.” You heard Sam utter from inside.

Zemo gave you a bewildered look and decided to keep quiet as you stepped aside to let him in, watching him closely as he went in. You stuck your head outside again, looking around for any bystanders and making sure the men were preoccupied before muttering something in Ancient Greek, waving your hand around and moving your fingers in specific gestures as a clear glass like film covered the area around your home for protection. You did another once over before going back in and closing the front door, readying yourself for the conversation you would have with Sam and Bucky.