#any boarders out there who can help?

[young-royals-confessions]

I have so many questions about the practicalities of boarding schools and the internet is rather unhelpful in finding answers and now I keep getting adverts for boarding schools lmao.

Have any of your followers been to one? I was wondering how things like laundry/haircuts/planned doctor's appointments work? Like has Wille ever done his own laundry or hoovering? His room always seems suspiciously clean. (Side note: do you think Wille has ever done household chores or cooking?) Or what happens if a pupil has is sick with a bug? Do they have to go to the house parent to get a day off or do they need a dr's note? Are house parents also regular teachers too? If so who would look after a sick pupil during the day? And do boarding schools have their own in house doctor? Or would a pupil need to visit the GP in the nearest town?

Sorry for the bombardment of questions but anyway hope the current negativity you've been recieving will get better ❤️

[justaaveragereader]

Slashtober 🔪|| Invisible Man Hongjoong

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Choking, MeanDom!Hongjoong, Pussy Slapping, Man Handling, Degradation, Spanking, Unprotected Sex, Name Calling (Whore, Slut..), Stomach Bulge, Rough Sex, Mirror Sex, Consensual Sex, If I Missed Anything.. Let Me Know…👀!

A/N: They are all slashers so all of them are going to be boarder lining mean doms Or just mean doms🤪😁.

Slashtober Masterlist

NSFW UNDER CUT🔞 MDNI!!!

The first new neighbor was Kim Hongjoong, devilish eyes, sharp nose, and pristine clean man. With a huge moving truck across the street you couldn’t help but get curious as to who was moving in. You quickly made way to introduce yourself, wanting to befriend the hot, and hopefully single male. He was out on his lawn instructing the movers where to place his boxes in his home. With arms full of water bottles you stood by the curb.

“Hello! I hope I’m not disturbing you, but I saw you were new to the neighborhood. I just wanted to stop over and introduce myself, and also offer some water as I see you all are working ha-..”

He turned around to look at you and you trailed off into your sentence, mind completely blanking by his visuals. He was even hotter up close.

“Why hello!” His voice was higher than you expected yet it was still so attractive like the rest of him. From that day forward. Anytime you saw him outside you went out of your way to greet Hongjoong, you learned he had no wife, no kids, he owned the home he was living in. You never saw anyone leave in or out, so you assumed he had no girlfriend either. He did leave at odd times of the night, sometimes not returning til late a.m. you had assumed his job as an artist made him have odd hours.

As more neighbors started to pile into the neighborhood the weirder things got, you noticed no matter how many times you closed your bedroom window, it was always left open a crack. Strange white residue would be left on your mirror. Certain clothing items would be missing. Yet you never felt the need to investigate what went on. Blaming it on your lack of caffeine, along with your lack of sleep. One night you had awoken to the buttons to your night shirt popping open slowly, your eyes literally watching them undo themselves. Too stunned to move you watch the last button pop. The creaking of your mattress falls upon your deaf ears, stunned by the sight in front of you. Nothing. Absolutely nothing is there, nothing you can see, nothing you can make out. Nothing. Your heavy breathing is the only sound heard, besides the late night crickets making noise out your cracked window. The cool autumn breeze blows through, causing you to shiver.

The indentation on your bed should’ve clicked in your head but when you looked forward at the mirror all you saw was yourself panting and out of breath. Deciding it was best you lay back down, forcing yourself to go to sleep. If this was a dream you were definitely not going to entertain it any longer.

As morning came your window was still yet cracked, the room now cold with the autumn air, and your bed messily tossed around. Looking out of your window, you see him once again. Raking the leaves on his lawn, Kim Hongjoong. While you stand and gawk at him it never registers in your mind that your night shirt is completely unbuttoned, your bra just completely out for everyone to see. It’s almost like he senses you looking at him. Turning from the leaves he looks up at you, shooting you a toothy grin, waving his one nail manicured hand at you. You smile back, clearly dumbstruck at his warm smile. The breeze of air flows in, blowing your shirt back, the nipply feeling in your skin causes you to look down, embarrassment creeping up at your neck, when you look up, Hongjoong isn’t there. The pile of leaves are scattered, no signs of every being raked. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you step away from the window. Proceeding to get ready, as you walk to your bathroom you notice that weird white residue on the lower half of the mirror, letting out a huff you start your normal routine of getting items to clean the mirror, while struggling to find an outfit for the day.

~

It was always at night time when things got weird for you. The window always cracked open at night, your pajamas would randomly be off. You were convinced you truly were going insane. That was till everything snowballed one night. Those light touches turned into firm grasps, your airways would at times become cut off like something was blocking them. Your cunt would ache like it had just got rammed the night prior. Yet you always woke up with a chipper attitude, a small limp in your walk but a bright, relieved smile nonetheless. Tonight was no different, you heard the window crack, not even bothering to turn over, you remained still. Trying to level your breathing out as you feel the cool air invade your warm space. The small creaks of your floorboards can be heard. Suddenly a cold object touches your ankle, causing your body to flinch. Your leg shoots close to your chest, eyes open wide trying to make out whatever was in the dark. You saw absolutely nothing, were you truly losing your mind? Had you gone off the deep end?

“What are you..?” You whisper out quietly, you hear the bed creak as if something sat on it, yet you are on high alert with fear it doesn’t register in your mind. You feel an object touch your shoulder pushing you down harshly. Your body submits easily, you’ve done this same song and dance numerous times. Yet this was always the thrilling part, the part where you would try to piece together what or who was doing this. A high pitched laugh can be heard through the room, causing your body to attempt to sit up just to be pushed back down.

“I’m the best thing that’s happened to you slut.” A voice suddenly speaks out, you feel your legs shift open the bed dipping with each movement. A cool sensation runs up and down your warm fleshy thighs. You let out a small whimper, so easily submitting yourself to whatever it was that was making you walk like your legs were two over cooked noodles in the morning.

“You like this don’t you? Needy whore.” Hongjoong pushes his thumb down on your clit through your pajama pants, he’s been doing this so long with you he knows your body, and what it likes. He knows it so well, he can be deprived of all senses and he’d still know how to work your body. You let out a small moan, cocking your legs open more. Morals tossed aside for something you continuously thought was a dream. His thumb rubbing small circles amongst your clit, drawing our small noises from you. You were always so pretty when you made those sweet noises for him. Drawing his hand away from your cunt, he gets more comfortable between your legs. The lack of feeling him for a split second has you whining instantly. Bringing his hand down to your clothed pussy he gives it a slap. Causing your body to jerk up from the sudden action. If only you could see how his eyes darkened when he saw how well you responded to that action, waking up an inner demon in him.

“You want me to keep going? You’ll spread your legs for anything that crawls into this room huh.” He cackles out, mind now fueled with one thing, and one thing only. He was going to completely ruin your pretty ass, and he was going to make sure if you even had the ability to get up and walk the next day, you’d be walking with a limp. The noises that continue to leave your throat as he man handles you, pulling you to sit up so he can swiftly unbutton your shirt. He’s tossing you around like you are nothing more than a flesh light that he is lubing up getting ready to use.

Pulling you to the floor, your night shirt rides up your back, as your shirt is completely unbuttoned your bra is on display once again for whatever is pulling you down. Dragging you in front of the mirror, panting with nerves due to not being able to see what was dragging you around effortlessly. Crushing your thighs together you are wound up from all the touching on the bed. Whatever is in the room with you. You feel its warm breath on your ear, causing your nails to dig into your thigh. Gripping your face he causes you to look into the mirror, you already look fucked out. Your face is slick with what you think is saliva, shirt hanging off of your shoulders faint bruising littered across your chest. You suddenly feel cool hands on your lower half, watching with full attention in the mirror you see your pajama shorts get pulled down slowly. Revealing your embarrassingly wet panties that are clinging to your folds. A warm breath hits your ear.

“Look at you, disgusting slut. You get this wet for just anybody?” A high pitched voice with a rough undertone speaks out into your ear. Your legs are spread open more. A hand grips your scalp tightly, cocking your head back. You look up at nothing, a high pitched chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine makes your blood curdle, but your lower stomach flips.

“I should fuck you with in a inch of your life you pathetic whore. Look at you, so fucked out for me and I haven’t even stuck my cock in you.” Letting go of your scalp, he pushes you on your stomach, snatching your night shirt off you, unhooking your bra so your breast fall free. A humming noise is heard behind you, Hongjoong grips his hard cock through his suit, not that you could see any of his movements. Pushing a thumb on your clothed clit hearing the soft squelching noise of your panties being squashed between your moist lower lips. You let out a small moan, not wanting to give whatever it was the satisfaction of hearing your moans. You feel a heavy weight slap your ass, knowing you will have a welt on your cheek in the morning. Letting out a choked out moan your body shivers from the impact.

“Look in the mirror, whore. Look at yourself, pussy dripping for something you can’t even see. Are you always this easy?” He hisses out, gripping the back of your neck, bringing his lips down to your ear, the sweet scented breath engulfing your senses.

“Answer me!” He growls out into your ear, your eyes rolling back at the glimpse you catch in the mirror, your body angled in such a way yet it was just you in the mirror. You choke out a sob through your moan. His hand coming down to slap your ass, jiggling your ass cheek in his hand. Mounerving your body so when you are face first to the mirror. Hiking your hips up so your back arches, pulling you panties down behind your knees. The cool autumn air hits your hot core. Causing you to let out a small gasp. His hand wraps around your throat making you collide with his broad chest. Back curved, breast on display, panties pulled down to behind your knees.

“Pitiful slut, how many others have you had in this wet cunt of yours?” Letting his thumb roll around on your clit, you bite your lip trying your best to remain conscious as to what is going on around you. His hand swiftly comes down giving your pussy a slap. Causing your body to jerk forward, you would've fallen forward if it wasn’t for Hongjoongs tight hold on your throat. Gripping his hand tighter blocking your oxygen off, the way he’s flicking his fingers on your clit though, you could care less how your body is being deprived of oxygen. Your hands fly to try to grab the invisible figure as your vision starts getting blurry, yet the way an orgasm is coursing through your veins you should care more but the feeling of fear is what pushes you over the edge. Letting out a choked out cry, your toes curl. Taking in a big breath of air, while Hongjoong still rubs slow circles over your pulsing clit. You flounder around on the floor trying to run from the invisible hand that you cannot see. His strong hand grips your hips keeping you in place.

“There are plenty of pathetic whores I could waste my time on, yet I’m here with you. Be a good girl and give me another one.” He grits into your ear, causing you to let out a whimper, gripping the small patch of carpet in front of your mirror, you glimpse up, seeing your back perfectly arched, you can see an indentation of a hand print of your ass cheek. Causing your mouth to moisten, you were drooling. Were you truly a sight to see. Letting out a choked on sob. You start pleading.

“Please please please..” you cry out, brain completely dried of any thoughts. He wanted you to cum again, yet you were begging for it. His hand comes down to slap your cunt. Your body lurching forward. His hand wrapping around your throat again, pulling you back to his chest, his firm grip on your throat was destined to leave a mark. His grip tightening with each breath you take.

“Be a good slut and spread your lips open.” He grits into your ear, tightening his hand slightly. Brain on autopilot you spread your mouth open slightly. His hand cracking down on your ass cheek, making you jolt in his firm grasp.

“You going dumb already on me slut? Spread those pussy lips for me, otherwise I will make sure your pathetic ass doesn’t cum again.” Tone the lowest it’s been since he’s been in the room. Bringing your hand down to your sopping cunt you spread your lips open. Your fingers glistening with your slick. His hand tightens even more causing you to let out a choked on whimper.

“Look at yourself…” the hand that is wrapped around your throat jerks your head up, your body is flush with sweat, your fingers holding open your slick lips, eyes glazed over. You looked like eight days of blissful rain. His hand comes down to smack your spread open cunt. Causing your body to arch further into his grasp. Your fingers lip away from holding your lips open. His hand jerks your neck back, so you are flush against his body.

“Hold them lips open baby, if you don’t it’ll only get worse from here.” He whispers into your ear. Nibbling on your earlobe. Nodding in his tight grasp you move to open your lips back up, slick fingers making a quiet squelching noise. His hand comes back down to slap your cunt.

“Start counting slut. If you count like a good girl I will make it worth your while baby girl.” He grunts, digging his hard cock into your naked ass cheek. Bringing his hand down, slapping your cunt once more.

“O-one..” you stutter out.

“Wrong!” Bringing his hand down faster, smacking your cunt a little harder than last time.

“How many times did I smack your wet little cunt before this?” He says tilting your face up with his index finger that is tightly laced around your throat giving it a small squeeze. Shutting your eyes, your body shivers with neediness.

“Twice! Twice!” You choke out, tears streaming down your face.

“Please…plea-se.” You hiccup out.

“Please fuck me.” Your fingers still spreading your glistening cunt open, juices running down your inner thighs. Letting out a growl at your begging he lets go of your throat, shoving your head into the carpet, placing a hand onto your back, arching you even further. You feel a weight on your back, his body covers your own.

“Only because you beg so pretty.” He unzips a small section of his suit, letting his cock spring free, the way you are bent in the mirror you aren’t able to see the flesh of his cock. You still see nothing. Tapping his cock against your slick folds, he rubs his head over your puffy, red clit. Letting out a mockingly coo at you. Sliding his heavy cock in between your folds slickening himself up before sliding in, causing you to let out a loud moan. Your hands instantly gripping the plush carpet beneath you. Grabbing one of your hips, while keeping a hand on your lower back so you are perfectly arched. He lets out a hissing noise.

“Fuuuckkkk…” Hongjoong groans out, trying his best not to blow his load already. Your tight walls were strangling his cock. How was he supposed to last long? Gripping your neck he pulls you flush against him. He had to make this fast.

“Look at yourself baby, go ahead and look at yourself.” He grits into your ear, driving his hips up, you instantly let out a mewl. Picking your head up you look at yourself, stomach slightly bulged at the bottom, thick print of a cock in your stomach. Juices everywhere, drool on the side of your face, yeah, you definitely had a great night.

He slides out slightly before, placing a hand on your waist, bouncing your overly stimulated body on his cock. Your cunt grips him even tighter. His breathing getting heavier, your pussy felt like heaven. If he had to keep you locked up for his keepings best believe he would. Your loud screams can be easily heard from outside, Hongjoong did leave the window cracked open for them all to hear.

Slowing his hips down, as he pulls his cock slightly out, he pulls your body up, and slams you back down slowly. Making sure you feel every bulging vein drag through your warm wet walls. You can feel him pulsing in your cunt. You should be ashamed that you are getting off on God knows what but they way they are fucking you, you could care less. You are drooling over your breasts, you look in the mirror, seeing yourself being held up.

Shoving you to the floor, making sure when you lay face down all you get is a eye sight of your body being fucked. Sliding back in he lets out a groan. Slamming his hips back into you. Gripping the top of your ass cheeks to stabilize himself, so he can fuck you harder. He’s fucking you so good and so hard you can’t even feel the rug burn that’s beginning to set in on your knees. Your ass bounces off his suit, coating it in a shiny slick, the wet smacking noise is consistent with his thrusts.

“Fuck me! Oh my god…fuck me!” You shout your orgasm starting to creep up faster than you would like. Hunching his body over yours, he grabs a handful of your boob, his body weight on your neck feels delicious. His warm breath in your ear.

“I’m fucking you good aren’t I slut?” He grits out, cock still ramming into your squelching hole. You cry out, to what ever was fucking, warning them that you were close. Both hands come up to wrap around your throat, applying light pressure, causing your back to arch off the ground slightly, you can see your ass ricochet off of what is behind you. He’s holding you like he’s going to choke the life force out of you. Like you are nothing but dumb delicious putty in his hands. You can hear grunting filling the room over the wet skin smacking.

“You looking at yourself get fucked stupid slut?” He grits out, speeding up his hips resulting in your body to jolt forward with each thrust. Tears pour down your face, along with saliva. You truly were being fucked stupid. Biting his lip to prolong his orgasm, he tightens his hold on your throat, cutting your airways off. Your eyes roll back from the pleasure, cumming instantaneously. Your mouth drops open, drool pours out onto the plush rug beneath you. Hongjoongs hips speed up, his hands dropping from your throat, rag dolling your tightened cunt onto his heavy cock. Slamming his hips up once more he pulls out, shooting his load onto the mirror. Marking his territory, making sure you knew someone or something was there making you feel that good. Your head hits your rug immediately, passing out from your intense orgasms leaving Hongjoong to clean you up. Unzipping his suit slightly so he can let his sweaty skin breathe. He takes some of his dripping cum from the mirror and smears it across your puffy folds.

Marking you in as many ways as possible. Lifting you from the rug, he places you on your mattress. Tossing your clothes close to the side of your bed. Getting you comfortable on the bed, with no aftercare. He cracks open your window, zipping up the rest of his suit. Shimming his way back down the side of your house. Making sure to leave your window open just a crack.

~

The bright sun shining directly into your eye awakens you. As you crack open your eyes you are met with the sound of Hongjoong raking his leaves once more. Your body feels like it has been hit by a bus. Sitting up, limping your way to the bathroom, you don’t even care to think about why your clothes are off…last night was just a fever dream…right? Staring into your bathroom mirror, your lips perk up at the markings on your body..surely you aren’t crazy..? Whatever was here surely did a number on you, yet you couldn’t think of anything but the need for whatever it was to come back. Showering the stench of sweat off your body, you get dressed, and limp your way to where Hongjoong was raking leaves, from the corner of his eye he can see you limping. Trying to bite back his greedy smile, he turns around, acting startled at your appearance.

“Good Morning Neighbor!” He greets cheerfully.

You smile at him, rubbing your hands together, tugging your turtle neck up slightly to cover the markings on your neck.

“Good Morning Hongjoong! You are at it early this morning, aren’t you?”

He smiles at you briefly, internally he is boasting with joy, a shit eating grin being held back.

“I had a good night's rest last night, I feel really rejuvenated so I thought why not come out here and start the lawn early! How did you sleep? Restful, I hope?” He drops an octave at the last sentence, your body immediately littering with goosebumps. You smile at him telling him you slept all too well. Hopefully you will be able to sleep that well again. He tosses you a brief smile. Wrapping up the convo you bid him well, limping your way back to your house.

“Y/n! A good girl like you should always sleep well..” He calls out in a low tone. Your body immediately stops in your tracks. Turning around to look at Hongjoong who was nowhere to be seen. Looking around you see nothing, not even the pile of leaves he was raking together. Maybe the neighborhood was beginning to play tricks on you.

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[roploem]

Monsters (Divine beauties) of the passage SQH & SY:

So both SQH and SY die and transmigrate at the same time, but WAY before the original plot begins! Maybe even before the Qing generation are disciples!

They get reborn as twin kid brothers who were abandoned by their demon dragon parents in a migration tunnel that was used as a quick escape for demons to use to easily get from the human realm to the demon realm without having to go through the borderlands due to the passages weird qualities.

They grow up without a system and are relatively very powerful demonic dragons due to their supply of both spiritual and demonic energy coming from both sides of the passage. (They might just focus on using the spiritual qi tho because it feels nicer and is more useful in hiding their demonic heritage)

They have a fully built and protected passage that is whispered about on both sides about it being guarded by 2 deities that speak in a lost language (broken English) and use terms unknown to the living (modern slang).

With all of the rumors going around, people have been going to Cang Qiong to deal with the issue. As a result, disciple SQQ and disciple LQG get sent on a mission together due to LQG having the most fighting skill and SQQ having the most battle IQ and a sly tongue to get them out of any situation.

To their surprise, it seems like the demons everyone is worried about are both…. Kinda cowards??? How have they lasted this long???

So yeah, SY and SQH are kinda surprised when 2 cultivators show up at their little passage claiming that they are here to slay them. Like… no thank you??? Our last experience with death wasn’t fun… and they don’t wanna die!

I can also imagine SY is helping out any lost kids who can’t find their way back to the nearby village, or maybe just going to the library to grab some books so he and SQH can trash on them together. I can also imagine them using the passage as like… a toll booth? So you have to pay to walk through.

Idk if there would be ships in this, but if you want to imagine their being ships, please let me know so I can… maybe…. Start writing this out with a better idea of what would be most liked.

(So goofy, hehe, goofy funny dragon boys playing boarder control… and possibly wife beaming everyone who passes by..)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Lost 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss, grieving, death, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: nomad!Steve Rogers

Summary: You move into a shared flat and encounter a mysterious man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“And this is your room,” Muriel stops before a door along the short hallway. “You have a neighbour just across the hall, and two more on the other side of the kitchen.”

You nod. It isn’t an ideal situation. Not one you ever saw yourself in. But survival isn’t built for the fussy. There are many others like you. Those not so lucky, those who are dead. Many who never got the choice of a new home.

You keep your hand on your rolling bag, your other on your canvas knapsack. They’re full of items that aren’t your own. Second-hand clothes acquired from shelters and toiletries given out by the support workers. You’re on your own now.

“Anything else, dear?” Muriel asks to your silence.

“Thank you, Muriel,” you murmur.

She hands you the key and leaves. Before showing you your own space, she took you around those shared by the rest of her boarders. You suppose they’re your roommates now. A kitchen, two bathrooms, a front room with a tattered couch and old tube television. You’ll stick to your own four walls.

You slide the key in the slot, the metal grinding loudly. You hear a throat clear and peer towards the noise. The walls must be thin. You’re still alone. You let yourself into the room, pulling the door shut behind you. You flip the lock back into place before you shove your bags by the wall.

There’s a twin bed with a metal frame, a single night table, and a standing lamp. There’s also a shallow closet. It’s not much but you don’t need more than that. It’s good to have a roof over your head.

You sit on the lumpy mattress and the frame squeaks loudly. You stand up again and pace around. There isn’t too much room. It shouldn’t matter, you won’t need it. You’ll be out working and back to sleep again. You start tomorrow at the convenience shop.

You hear a thump and your head pops up. You can’t help but jump in your shoes. Ever since the city rained down around you, every bump, every sudden noise has you skittish. It’s nothing, only another boarder.

You go to your bag and unbuckle the flap. You pull out a can of beans and the pocket knife in the side pocket. You go back to the bed and sit, another shrill whine from the metal frame. You pull out the can open from the pocket knife and peel back the lid. On the same keychain is a small metal spork you use to scoop out the beans, eating them cold as your stomach growls hungrily.

You eat, bite by bite, staring at the wall, just beside the only window. It isn’t home. You don’t expect one of those. It’s just a place to live. To survive.

🚪

You take your toothbrush and your tube of toothpaste with you to the bathroom down the hall. It’s just across from the other bedroom on that side of the flat. The doorway is dark, beckoning you inside. You flip on the light and shut the door as you enter.

You turn on the tap and set to brushing your teeth. Such a basic and simple task but one you didn’t always have the chance to do. It’s almost soothing to feel the bristles in your mouth. It makes you feel almost normal.

You take your time as the mint flavour sticks to your tongue. You rinse your brush and flick off the excess water, sliding it back into the travel tube and capping the paste. You look at yourself in the mirror, not for long, just to make sure you still recognise you.

You clutch your things in one hand and flick the light off. You open the door and nearly shriek at the shadow waiting in the hall. You waver in the doorway as a tiny wisp escapes your throat. You blink as the dark silhouette stands with arms crossed in the dim hall.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” the man says gruffly.

He's tall but mostly obscured. His hair wings out around his neck and his shoulders bulge broadly. You feel his eyes boring into you, as he can see through the darkness and you.

You dip your chin and sidle out, keeping your distance as you sidestep along the wall. You should apologise but your voice is buried deep down. You put your hand up in a show of deference.

“You done?” He asks.

You pause and look at the plaster across from you. You nod then turn your back to him completely. He must be the neighbour. You quickly shuffle to your room and hide behind the door. It’s much better than the shelter, you don’t have someone rolling into your sleeping bag, but still, you’re claustrophobic.

You mourn that most. The sense of privacy. Of personal space. Have a place that’s your own with people you know. People you love.

You toss your toothbrush and toothpaste onto the night table and huff as you sit on the bed. You frown and push your head back, trying to soothe the tightness between your shoulders. You blow out, breath rattling as your nose tingles.

You can never go back to Sokovia or how it was. You can only go forward and the road ahead is very lonely.

[o-wyrmlight]

I haven't said anything on here because I've been so focused on what's been happening on Twitter. I spent six or more hours last night just retweeting whatever I could to help raise a ruckus. For anybody who isn't aware of what's been happening:

For the past 75 years, Israel has been doing exactly what the United States of America did to indigenous natives when we first began to claim the territory. They've been pushing Palestinians off of their homeland and claiming the land for themselves. They've been stealing homes and territory that doesn't belong to them, engaging in a quiet genocide.

They control what goes in an out of the border. They control how much food Palestinians are allowed to have access to. They control how much water and electricity Palestinians have access to in a day. They control how many times a year and how far out fishing boats are able to go, and they're relegated to areas where there are no fish. The amount of ships aren't enough to sustain the population. Israel has ensured that Palestinians cannot build bomb shelters by preventing those materials from coming into the country.

On October 7th, 2023, a Gazan organization named Hamas, which is stationed in the Palestinian city of Gaza, decided to retaliate. They did a plethora of horrible things to Israeli people, taking hostages. In response, Israel has begun being more aggressive and upfront in its genocidal attempts to eradicate Palestinians.

This is not an exaggeration. Israel is very upfront about what they want. The official Israeli account has posted what they've done proudly. The first event that made people outside of Palestine aware of what was going on was the bombing of a hospital that Israel boasted of, and then later walked back to claim it was a Hamas base.

There are rules of war to follow. Among them, it is a war crime to attack where people are taking shelter in places of religion and hospitals. Once this information was revealed and made obvious, public outcry for the support of Palestine began to ring out. Apparently it wasn't even the first hospital that Israel had targeted--there were over 10 at the time and more to come in the following days.

Consider that Israel knew they were targeting the hospital and sent out a warning for them to evacuate, and then remind yourself that there were people in the in the hospital who relied on the medical equipment to live. Where were they supposed to go on such short notice? Children and babies were killed. Israel admitted to doing this and then claimed that the hospital was a Hamas base. And soon after, they claimed that it was a misfired rocket by Hamas that hit the hospital. Isn't that so convenient?

Israel has warned a city to travel the road down south in ten hours--on foot, on a hiking trail that takes more than twelve--to reach safety. They promised they would be safe and that Gaza was the only place they were aiming to destroy. Instead, Israel proceeded to bomb and destroy the only safe passage that they were able to get. They weren't safe at all.

In the days to come, Israel would proceed to turn off all electricity and water in Palestine. They would continue to bomb various places under the presumption that they were Hamas bases. Hamas comes from the city of Gaza, so that doesn't explain why several of those places--even hospitals--were much farther south.

Yesterday, they bombed the communication tower that Palestinians have been relying on to communicate with the outside world. As far as I know, they've been dark ever since.

Egyptians have been trying to help. They've been trying to demand the gates to open so that they can send humanitarian aid in. There are people--good people--who don't care if they die for the cause or not. Hardly any humanitarian aid has been able to come in, and Israel has been teasing Egypt, their own weaponry poking at their boarder as a threat. If several missiles cross Egyptian boarders, how is it their fault of they were aiming at a hostile air craft?

Remember how much Israel monitored what comes in and what comes out of Palestine. They control how much electricity and water a day they have. They control their maritime and how far from the coast they're allowed to fish. Do you think that Palestinians are able to build such air crafts?

Egyptians have witnessed the horrors that have been happening from across the sea. The sky was red with fire and alight with bombs. The horizon echoed with the noise and the assault didn't cease. I don't know if it's still going on. I don't know if it ever stopped. But Israel is sending out ground troops now, and who knows how far that went since last night.

Israel calls this a war. Palestinians haven't been able to fight back. They don't have any weapons or a military of their own. Entire families have been wiped off of the face of the earth, numbering probably well over forty by this point. Entire generations are at risk of being killed. This isn't a war. This is a genocide.

Israel claims that Hamas hides behind its civilians for protection, but all Israel is doing is hiding behind Hamas as an excuse to commit ethnic cleansing.

The worst part to me is that world powers who could have done something to prevent this are actively doing nothing. The United States has been providing Israel with the very weapons that they're using to obliterate Palestine off of the face of the map. Britain has outlawed protests speaking up in support of Palestine. And there are a lot of protests. The public opinion knows that this is wrong. Joseph Biden has casted doubt on how many Palestinians have actually died just before the blackout occured.

The warning signs have been here for 75 years, and nobody has done anything about it. And now Palestinians are facing the most brutal evil that mankind is capable of, and nobody who can do anything about it is willing to lift a finger. What's the point of the United Nations to create laws of war that are to be followed if those laws aren't going to be enforced? What kind of message does that send to countries that violate those laws?

That they can get away with it.

This isn't even to touch on the fact that Israel has been paying content creators and companies to speak up in support of Israel. I wouldn't be surprised if they're doing the same with popular celebrities in the United States and elsewhere. I wouldn't be surprised if this is a part of why politicians are refusing to lift a finger to hold Israel accountable for their actions. Israel has always wanted control of the narrative. This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last.

I do want to point out that despite these horrors, it's important to remember that, while Israel has done these horrible things, you shouldn't blame the individual people. Not every single Israeli believes in this genocidal cause, but the system of government that encourages and rewards these behaviors should be held accountable. Israelis who disagree with Israel are very likely at risk of being punished severely if they express their beliefs. It's important to remember that.

Israel will cry antisemitism because they are a Jewish state: Holding them accountable for their actions is not antisemitism. Do not be afraid to do so. I have seen videos of Jewish people in the United States leading mass protests in support of Palestine, calling for a ceasefire in Gaza, for Palestine to be free. Don't blame all Jewish people or Israelites for this horror. Be angry at Israel the government, Israel the politicians, Israel the people who support them rabidly and celebrate the death of millions.

I know for a fact that there are some things I've missed. It's so difficult to tactfully cover everything that's happened over the past couple of weeks. But hopefully this is enough to let those who aren't aware of what's been happening know.

I'm ashamed to be a United States American. And I am angry at the politicians and the people in power who could have voted for a ceasefire and didn't. We are witnessing the evils of humanity at work this month. And yet we are also witnessing the selfless good that humanity is capable of, leading protests to free Palestine and call for a ceasefire, trying their best to raise attention to the people who did nothing. History will remember them as the villains of this story.

It feels like there isn't much you can do. But just knowing and spreading awareness of the situation is enough. It is enough. Israel has hired companies and social media to do their best to stifle talk and conversation about Palestine. YouTube has deleted fifteen years' worth of videos examining the Palestinian occupation and Palestinian culture as a whole. Israel wants Palestine to die in silence and be forgotten.

All you need to know is what is happening. All you need to know is to remember and not forget. All you need to know is acknowledge the Palestinian's generations-long suffering, know that we're living through a genocide, and see how world powers do nothing about it. This is how Adolf Hitler got away with it for so long.

So remember. Keep it in mind. Learn the warning signs. And be sure to remember this when it happens again.

Free Palestine.

[delaneytveit]

I've said this before but like i also feel like it needs to be said again low key.

Morrigan is no one's friend.

Like yeah she's Rhysand's second in command and commander of Hewn City or whatever and his cousin. But there's no evdence that she ever really does anything, especially because Keir (her father) has most of the power anyways and they apparently even needed to distract him and the rest of Hewn City so that they could get whatever it was they needed in maf (tbh i didn't really pay that much attention to what they were going their for because i was too confused with the whole fact that Morrigan as the de facto ruler and Rhysand as the actual fucking ruler should have just been able to waltz into HC and just get whatever the fuck they wanted with no questions asked). She rides on his coattails and condemns the people that she supposedly helps rule over, but she doesn't do anything to enforce corrections. She's Rhysand's cousin who got the job because of nepotism and nothing more.

She's not Cassian's friend as apparent with the fact that she was willing to put him in mortal danger just to get herself out an arranged marriage. Which like yeah you do you girl but also she high key manipulated Cass into risking his life just to get laid by the girl that his supposed best friend is in love with. And with the fact that Mor explicitly said that she chose Cass because she knew that she could get him to do it makes it all the more icky.

She's not Azriel's friend because what do you mean you thought that far ahead to know that Cassian would absolutely fuck you but Azriel who is supposed to have been pinning for you, won't touch you so you know you can't go to him because he has too much honor. But you don't think far enough to even consider the fact that Cassian could be executed for even touching you??? And she doesn't even hide it. Azriel was the one to get her from the Autumn Court boarder in the first place. And she continues to just not acknowledge anything!!!

Like I get it, as a member of the queer alphabet, coming out is tough with your family. But my fucking god you can't just tell Azriel that you don't like him in that way? That you won't see him in that way? Just so that you can pretend to the rest of your "family" that yeah you only like males? The hyper sexuality just to push Azriel away is so fucking cruel when you refuse to have a single honest conversation with the male.

And she is no friend to any of the Archeron sisters. SF proved that Mor will put Rhysand's wishes before Feyre's. Morrigan fucking suggested that Nesta should be condemed to HC, knowing what happens to women their, simply for embarrassing the "Royal Family" with her sellf medication, nevermind the fact that everyone in the IC has done much worse. And I can't even remember an instance in which Mor had an interaction with Elain tbh.

But I digress. Thanks for coming to my tedtalk. Morrigan sucks and i low key don't want her to be the major betrayal just because it seems like an easy cop out. I just think that she's a horrible person. but thats okay because at least she's more interesting than RiceBoy in the corner.

[dmwrites]

“Hey Impulse.”

“Oh, hi Tango!”

Tango cast a look around for any hostile mobs, but it seemed not dark enough yet for them to spawn. He sat down next to Impulse, who had his feet in the small brook. The sun was setting, hazy through the world boarder but still pretty. Impulse silently handed him a chunk of dripstone block, which Tango took with a snort.

“Watching the sunset? Didn’t take you as the type,” Tango joked.

“Been down underground for like an hour, felt like I needed to touch grass,” Impulse replied.

“Mining with your gang? Or what?”

“I… no, I was alone for most of today… just making… getting ahead of it, preparing for what comes next, really,” Impulse said evasively.

“Oh, so a creeper farm, then,” Tango guessed.

Impulse chuckled. “Can’t get anything past you, can I?”

“Nope, not a thing. Why wasn’t your team helping you out?”

“Oh, I was just kind of… wanted to be alone, you know? Cramped quarters, what with Scott and Cleo and Pearl and BigB somewhat.”

Tango turned to look at Impulse. Something was different in his friend’s face, like he’d sucked on a bad bit of dripstone and was trying to play it off. “Cramped quarters? Seems unlike you,” he paused. “How is… your team? Cleo and Scott and all of them? Pearl’s died twice, hasn’t she? And she’s going red early again.”

“Pearl’s great,” Impulse replied immediately. “And BigB’s been really nice. I’m not… everyone’s great,” he wasn’t looking at Tango at all.

“Impulse, buddy. I’m not gonna tell-”

“How’s your alliance? Bdubs and Etho treating you well?” Impulse interrupted, rushing to get the words out.

“I…” Tango paused. He thought of the cold stone tower and single bed he was going back to later, the leering face of Bdubs as he told them to act selfishly, only care when it’s convenient.

“Tango?” Impulse had turned in too, putting a hand on Tango’s knee. His face was lined with worry. “Are you-”

“Imagine someone so flippant about betrayal that they just decide that everyone should act in their own interest all the time, then boss us around.” Tango laughed bitterly. “Not even pretending like he’s going to care about us- well, me, really, Etho’s his precious little… thing. I don’t have an allyship, I have a neighborhood where you never know when it’s all gonna be over.”

Impulse laughed. It sounded kind of hollow. “Cleo hates me. I know she does. And Scott follows her lead, they just give me these looks… I’m not… one of them. I keep thinking well if I just work hard enough, save Cleo from mobs, build a creeper farm, maybe they’ll like me and maybe I won’t feel like a damn ghost in my own alliance. I’m not part of their little divorce gang, I’m just… Impulse,” Impulse threw a block of dripstone into the water in a sudden burst of anger. “I- I’m sorry, Tango, it isn’t fair for me to just unload like this on you,” his whole body sagged.

Tango smiled. “I asked, man. I didn’t think I’d say what I said either. Sorry. I know you like Bdubs a lot. It’s just… scars run deep, you know?”

“Scars run deep,” Impulse echoed, looking off over Tango’s shoulder.

Tango turned too, saw Cleo in the distance. “Maybe it’ll all be okay, you know? Maybe this time it’ll be different,” Tango said.

Impulse stood up, helped Tango up too. “Scars run deep, Tango, like you said. Thanks for talking to me. But I have a creeper farm to finish.”

Smiling grimly, Impulse walked back into the forest. Tango considered going after him, finding out the location of the creeper farm, but decided against it. There was no reward for it. And besides, he had a cold and lonely base to get back to, swallowing down the darkness that threatened to overrun him every time he looked Bdubs in the eye.

[smilesatdawnmain]

MK

Rivalries are sometimes there with his siblings. Who can run back home the fastest. Who can eat their dinner the fastest. He partakes in those silly little competitions. But he doesn’t view any of them as actual rivals. MK is very similar to both his parents. Most outside of the family think he is most similar to Wukong, while those within his family think he is far similar to Macaque.

He has a fear of spiders due to an incident when he was young, where a spider demon had stolen him from the boarders mountains. This was an hour at most, but a very traumatizing hour for the young cub. 

Haoyu is a big inspiration to MK. He admires how cool and collected Haoyu is, often trying to imitate him or “draw from his inner Haoyu” when he needs to make decisions that are serious. It is very hard to tell what Haoyu is thinking sometimes, as he seems aloof. Haoyu is very easy for MK to read and understand. In return, Haoyu can read MK very well. When Haoyu came of age where he could leave the mountain and explore on his own, MK was very pouty that he was not allowed to go with him. He doesn’t have the same patience his brother has, often wishing he did. MK is nothing but supportive of his Brother… but uh… has a little trouble with accepting his love life. There is one girl in particular that Haoyu has his eyes on, and of course, it just had to be a Spider demon. MK has yet to meet her. Has refused to meet her. And feels bad that he hasn’t. He is quietly working on trying to ease his fear of them through Exposure therapy. 

Xiaohua is MK’s other half. Their bond is so close that the two can have full length conversations with each other just within their heads. Having never been separated, they had a lot more time to learn to control this bond and can even turn it on and off as they wish. Despite being two sides of one whole, they are quite opposite of each other when it comes to training, ambitions, and dreams. Xiaohua is a bit of a cry baby, who MK consoles whenever his brother gets pouty. Any trouble MK gets into is often due to Xiaohua’s influence. If MK had to admit he had a favorite, it would be Xiaohua. Xiaohua is the one secretly helping MK with his fear of spiders through Exposure therapy. He does this by turning himself into a spider and sitting in the same room as MK. It’s… a hit or miss if MK runs out of the room screaming. 

MK does not believe he has a rivalry with anyone. Sying however, 100% believes they are rivals. She will often challenge MK to duels and spares, which MK happily agrees to, thinking it is nothing but training. He gets scolded by her if he holds back, so it often results in him winning. This often confuses him as Sying gets pouty and frustrated, nearly in tears, whenever he beats her- but would get a far worse treatment if he held back with her, so it feels like a lose/lose to him either way. Despite this, Sying is always running to him when it comes to grooming, as MK is the best when it comes to making her fur silky and clean. If Sying ever needs any shots or goes on trips to the dentist, MK HAS to come with. She only feels safe if the person who she deems the “strongest” is also with her. So MK holds one of her hands, and Wukong holds the other. 

Savage is ever the prankster to MK’s life. An adorable little brother… who cannot help himself from putting a whoopie cushion under every single one of MK’s chairs. Or the time he filled MK’s bed with jelly. Or pop up snakes that come shooting out of the can. Which, in turn just… scared Savage as well, being afraid of snakes himself, and made him go running. He doesn’t always think his pranks through. Very much the annoying little brother. Savage views it as a bit of “revenge”. It all comes from MK’s desire to “Be a big brother” and often try to give Savage advice, even if the guy didn’t ask for it. To get his brother to stop doing this, Savage pulls pranks. Sometimes though… Savage does take and appreciate his big brother’s wisdom, even if it’s not always clear cut what MK is talking about. Savage does not tell MK of his secret girlfriend… for MK is just as overbearing and overprotective as their Dad is sometimes.

Rumble is quite similar to Savage in the fact that he gets unwanted advice from their Big Brother. Instead of lashing out with pranks to stop this however, he just lets MK rant and talk. These two do like to doodle and draw together. It’s one of the ways they like to connect to each other, even coming up with small comics and short stories together that their Baba published. The two get very embarrassed by this and opted to use a pen name for their creations. Rumble cherishes these moments and sometimes feels forgotten in comparison to their more outgoing siblings or younger siblings. Rumble and MK go to creative writing semenars together, and then come home using the new and bigger words they used to torture their siblings with this “Classy language”. MK forces everyone to learn their new words in sign language too so that Rumble can also freely use the new word. 

Xue is a constant stress to MK. MK is very aware of how cute his baby sister is. He is very aware of how sweet, and conniving she is too. He is protective of all his siblings, but it is his younger siblings that he feels this strongest. Whether that be from threats, illness, the unknown, or suitors if you will. So imagine his stress when Xue, who is aware she is cute, and is very conniving, has a line of poor saps out the door ready to bend over backwards for her attention- and somehow have to get through her menacing older brother for even a chance. He can’t seem to say no to her. He is fully aware she is using her cuteness to her own advantage, and it changes nothing, cause she calls him “My Dear Big Brother~” whenever she wants something. She wished that MK would doll himself up more- as he is very popular among demons, celestials, and mortals alike. The manipulation he could have over the three would be strong if he just had the same speaking charm his face had. 

Bao is the baby to the family. The most protected child, and smallest child. To their annoyance, this spures a lot of over protective tendencies from their entire family. MK being the worst of them all. Despite this, Bao is often seen standing closer to MK, often trying to copy his moves when training and other habits he has. Taking CD’s from MK’s room to listen to, and borrowing clothes that are just a bit too big for them. They despise being babied… but really look up to their big brother. Bao has a single shadow they can use for their own protection. It is not as easily dispelled as most shadows, almost like a second person. This shadow tends to form on what Bao considers safety. Despite their annoyance at their family’s protective antics, you will notice the shadow takes a part of each sibling and their two parents. It takes Haoyu’s fighting stance, Macaque’s six ears, and so forth. From MK, this shadow has his headband and grin- because Bao feels safest when MK smiles assuringly at them. 

Previous Sibling (Haoyu)

Next Sibling (Xiaohua)

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Thalia x Fem Reader who is a titans daughter, maybe even Kronos but she's pining hard for Thalia, without realizing she's into Thalia - Obviously reader is so straight, girls are just prettier and better.

Beauty of a Storm

|| Thalia Grace x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader is left out by campers, reader discovering sexuality

|| Summary; reader's the daughter of Kronos whose relatively new to Camp. When the Hunters of Artemis come to a visit, reader develops a crush on Thalia Grace. But... reader's still thinks she's straight and doesn't quite realize it's a crush.

Requests open!

Started; september 25th

Finished; september 26th

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A sigh left your lips as you sat on the roof of the Hermes Cabin. You knew who your father was, it was Kronos. Much to everyone's surprise when you were claimed. But that didn't change that there wasn't a cabin for you and you were sure they would never build one. So you were stuck in the Hermes Cabin.

You watched from the edge as campers trained in the fields, laughed around the hearth and just all around seemed to have a good time. Which sucked for you, cause you were having as far from a good time as you could.

Nobody here liked you. Nobody even tried to get to know you. You'd been here for two weeks and already lost whatever friends you could have had day three due to your father.

Camp life couldn't be any duller. Honestly part of you didn't blame the half bloods that had turned. You had heard the stories from other campers about the battle that took place. And yeah. Part of you was siding with them.

Some commotion caught your attention as a group of girls came into camp at a light jog. You tilted your head in confusion, some type of boarder patrol? Did something happen?

Your confusion spiked when those group of girls settled themselves into the Artemis Cabin. Artemis didn't have children... as far as you knew. So who the hell were they?

With spiked curiosity, you scrambled to the back end of the roof and jumped to the tree you had used to get up there. Climbing back down and running to the Artemis Cabin.

You knocked when you got there, obviously. You didn't want to just run in on them. Especially when they were all armed with bows and other various weapons.

A teenager who looked no older than you opened the door, her striking blue eyes almost immediately caught your attention. As did her punk rock clothing style. You fought the urge to say 'woah', because that would be pretty lame.

"Can I help you?" The girl didn't look overly pleased to see you. Whoever you were.

You found yourself straightening your posture almost immediately, cheeks flushed as you rambled out a response," Hey! I'm uh- Y/N L/N. New to camp- who are you? Last I checked Artemis didn't have children... no offence."

The girl rolled her eyes, though she seemed amused by you and decided to humour you. Just a little, considering you're new and all," Thalia Grace, Daughter of Zeus and Lieutenant for the Hunters of Artemis."

Your eyes widened," you're a daughter of Zeus?" That explained the eyes and intense stare," am I supposed to bow-? How does this work?"

She laughed and shook her head," Gods no. Don't be stupid. So who's your Godly parent?"

You hesitated, not really wanting to say it but something in you felt like you shouldn't lie to this girl," ...Kronos."

Everyone in the cabin stopped and stared at you. The silence was deafening.

"So you're the one Annabeth was talking about," Thalia murmured. Giving you a once over that made you stiffen and smile awkwardly," pretty brave of you to admit that. You do know who Kronos is, don't you? What he's done?"

You nodded slowly," people haven't stopped telling me.." From the moment you were claimed, it seemed everyone had something negative to say about your father. There was a point where Mr D had even debated kicking you out of camp, but Chiron suggested you stayed. Learned the ropes. He felt sympathy for you, with Kronos being his father too.

"Yeah, no doubt. He's traumatized at least half of them in someway." Thalia said, arms folding across her chest.

"You mean the battle?" You asked, she nodded. Her expression grim.

"Just be glad you missed it."

And that was the last of your conversation with her, throughout the day you continued what you always did. Keeping your distance from everyone, visiting Chiron at the big house, training and whatever else.

It was just before dinner when you decided to pop by the big house for the second time that day, having a few questions for your half brother.

"Chiron?" You called out as you walked in, he had told you before you could come by whenever.

"In here," He called back from the living room.

You walked in and found him talking with Thalia, who had stopped whatever conversation she was having and was getting ready to leave.

"Wait just a minute, Miss Grace." Chiron said, she looked a little annoyed but waited," Have you met Y/N?"

"Briefly." Thalia murmured.

"So it seems," He sighed and glanced at you, before looking at the girl again. "Would you be able to help her with some training?" He left out the part about how no one else was willing to teach you, so you'd been training on your own.

You felt embarrassed that he was asking her to do this and tried to look anywhere but Thalia.

"Fine." Thalia stood and walked past you," Come on."

"But-" You started but she looked back at you with a sharp gaze, which immediately got you to listen and follow after. A blush coating your cheeks.

"We will discuss whatever you need to later tonight, Y/N." Chiron assured you before you were out the door, giving him a small nod.

You followed Thalia, struggling to keep up with her; you couldn't help but admire the girl. She was clearly strong, confident... you weren't at all surprised she was a lieutenant. She definitely gave the vibes of a leader, than again her father was Zeus. So it only made sense to you that she would be good at that sort of thing.

It's been a few days now since your training with Thalia and the two of you had had more moments since. Whether it would be you were in the same activities or just paired up for training. Neither of you really mind, though. Sure Thalia had had complaints about you at the start... but now that she knew you it wasn't so bad. The two of you were becoming friends.

You had started realizing you felt more. Or at least... you thought you felt more. You'd talked with Piper a bit on it, with her helping you to realize your feelings. She never specifically told you you were gay, because she wanted that to be your own discovery. But she left you little tidbits here and there.

It took a while, but by the time you had realized she had already left and was back on the road with the Hunters. So you never did get to tell her how you felt and it seemed to awkward to tell her over an iris message, which was something the two of you did often.

Maybe you would tell her the next time you saw her, whenever that was. And if you didn't chicken out.

[ofmermaidstories]

So on Good Friday I had drafted up a little post just—I dunno. It started off with me talking about my lunch (broiche toast with peanut butter, some slices of overpriced smoked cheddar and a pottle of cherry tomatoes that i’d halved and dressed with wholegrain mustard, salt and pepper and sesame oil), because i enjoyed it, and then because i had been thinking about it, i had mentioned how Australian grocery prices have climbed well above the global average.

I mentioned some of my favourite people to follow, on tiktok! Food accounts—the woman who does the Dollar Store budget videos, where she plans out meals around limited money, or accessibility. The young mum who’s videos are just her making lunch/dinner for her four little kids. The Palestinian man who used to review resturants and dishes before the war on Gaza—and who, before Tiktok took down the videos, had started posting himself making dishes from aid rations. In the end I just saved the post to my drafts because—there was no real point to the post, not really, beyond how unfair it is that food is swiftly becoming a luxury and how it shouldn’t be, for any of us, anywhere. Not us here in Australia with our 54% on average price increases, nor for American families that have to shop at Dollar Tree with their last $30 for the next two weeks.

And definitely not for the citizens of Gaza.

Israel is manufacturing a famine within Gaza’s borders. And just today, they murdered via airstrike a carload of World Central Kitchen aid workers. Seven in total, six foreign nationals and one Palestinian local. No aid organisation can operate within Gaza’s boarders without reporting their travel plans to the Israeli Invading Force. Their car was branded with the organisations logo. Israel has some of the best surveillance technology in the world—it is often the testing ground for the hot new stuff that then gets sold to the rest of our governments. Israeli knew who was in that car. And they targeted them anyway. And now because of their actions, the WCK is now “pausing (their) operations”. And who can blame them? Knowing that if you stay, you’re just putting more lives at risk—but it means how many less meals, now, less food for the Palestinians still there? All of our countries are cowards. The Australian government won’t even name Israel in its condemnation today, of the attack. The Australian government has let our only two real supermarket chains—Coles and Woolworths—create a duopoly where they can charge the public however much they want. We can’t help ourselves and we refuse to help other people—so what good are we, as a country? The boomers and the ignorant on facebook are too busy frothing at the mouth over the imaginary millionaire immigrants who come to Australia in boats and buy houses by the dozens, per family. So many of our problems—here in Australia, globally—would be solved if the majority of us realised the real enemy isn’t a people bomb-locked on their own land, or the refugees that make it here, or even each other but instead our own fucking governments, and the bastard corporations that are gripping them by the balls. I’m grateful for every meal I get to sit down to. But I would enjoy it a lot more if it were easier for all of us to eat—or if it were a CEO or politician or two on the plate itself.

[queer-codedhero]

Tips to Support an Autistic Little!! 🧸🍼

as an caregiver of a little with autism and hyper sensitivity here are some things I have learned to support them for anyone who maybe a new caregiver or just want tips for your autistic baby 💕☁️

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Always remember your littles special interests! My little has a special interest of snakes! I love to buy them snake stuffies in order to make them happy and encourage them. I also send photos of snakes when saying hi or the help them be happy during hard times. If your little has a special interest to a TV show I recommend watching it (or some of it) in order to make references or do impressions of the characters. I attempt to remember facts about their interests. If they know them I can get excited to hear them talk about their favorite snakes! I recommend trying to understand their interest in order to support their interests 💕🐍

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2. A lot of autistic littles may not enjoy dress up like other littles! Always try to find clothes they feel comfortable in. My little doesn’t like clothes with multiple textures and loves pjs! I always ask if they’d prefer to change into a onesie rather than their day outfit even if they like it. I also cut off the tags on my littles clothes to insure that it doesn’t bother her skin. After bathes I recommend asking your little if they’d like you to warm up their towel and clothes so they are warm a safe putting them on 🎀💕

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3. when you go out in public a little may feel nervous and not like noises. Remember their brain feels small and they’re a lot of stimulation. Many littles love theme parks like Disney but autistic littles may find big places more stressful than fun. I have found that littles love going on adventures away from the noise and stress! Always offer your little to hold your hand if they may feel overwhelmed or are in public areas. Attempt to find quiet alternative to fun activities like a picnic in a flower field rather than a park. Always give your little comfort in knowing if they are over stimulated you are ok with finding something better suited for them.

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4. Encouraging stimming! When your little stims it allows them to regulate their emotions and body. Stimming takes many form and you should always allow your little to stim without fear of judgement. Stims can be verbal, tactile, oral and so much more! Some littles benefit from fidget toys when stimming others jump and flap their hands. Try to recognize the stims that they do when happy vs upset. If a little flaps their arms when playing that is a positive stim however if they flap their arms when someone is loud or yelling that is negative! Unsure they are safe to stim negative and positive but always try to communicate if their are negative stims!

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5. Littles with autism will likely have self destructive tendencies. Whether they are or are not intentional depend on the little. These behaviors should never be met with aggression or “the silent treatment” punishing a little (or anyone for that matter) is a boarder-line abusive attitude. These behaviors are not “attention seeking” these behaviors are often uncontrollable, scary and painful. When a little tells you or show you any injury from these behaviors, immediately check the severity. Often times you will be able to clean and care for it without a doctor, however in rare cases you will need professional help. If you find that their wound is too deep and is bleeding none stop go to an ER for help. If this is not a case. Comfort the little and don’t pry for information and instead tell them you care for them and that this is scary for you as well. Tell them you are happy they came to you so you can help and encourage them to tell you next time they feel this way. Ask your little if they cleaned it then show them how to clean it. Then bandage or put a bandaid on it. (Unless the cut in moist or bleeding, in this case give it air) Give your little more care until they feel better! Always give them cuddles (if they like) and give them all your care and help. Avoid using words that may trigger them such as self harm or injury. Instead use boo-boo or no-no spot. Also attempt to give your little none dangerous activities to help their need for these repetitive and dangerous activities. Try to find artistic expression such as drawing injuries or cutting paper. If your little finds cutting paper helpful perhaps add red paper underneath. If your little needs a way to feel the same pain you can try ice or rubber band snapping. To represent the feeling of having marks on them they can be offered to draw on themselves with markers. If the act of scratching or biting is uncontrollable, offer them a paci or teether. You can also use bandages to cover the areas they may harm to protect their skin. It may help to hold their hands to avoid scratching when stressed.

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[genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles]

The Forgotten Maiden || Part 3

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Character: Zhongli

Type: Angst, and tragedy

Tags: Fem!Reader

Content: You are the God of Light, you were once Zhongli’s beloved lover as he promised his full heart to you before his departure to the archon war, however, once he returned, he was injured and lost his memory of you. You figured out that he fought the god of memories and the impact of this fight affected his memories of you. 

Lately, you revealed to him your true identity in the middle of doing a request for the traveler, then left. You left him there, unknown about his thoughts.

Recently, Zhongli wants to try and remember you for who you were to him, as it troubled him that he had someone precious that he'd forgotten. He proposed a contract of some sorts to you but you refused, as now Zhongli decided to use a different tactic to get his way, as he refused to accept a no. You got involved with him deeply before, why now that you refuse him?

Part one: Here Part two: Here

[ Please don’t repost, this is my original story. ]

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You felt a whisper against you upper lips, as you saw thick golden meteorite eyes on you. "Accept my proposition Light Maiden..." You felt him suddenly speak ever so sweetly to you. "If not a month, a week, a year, millions of years, thousands...I’m well aware you aren't human.."

You watched and listen as Zhongli started to bargain with you on the time he is hoping you'd give him. A man crawling on the ground to protect and reconnect to the last thing that he never knew was ever precious to him. A desperate man who lost everything.

You sighed and thought for a moment. You know him incredibly well, all too well unfortunately. Looking back on the days where the knowledge of him haunts you so bitterly. You sighed looked at him and spoke to him. Despite being pinned, you gently placed your thumb on his, a small gesture, but he notices everything, even the little things. He appreciates the little things of course, more then the bigger things.

You gently rubbed your thumb on his gloved thumb and spoke softly and sweetly to him. “How about…we talk about this over tea…?”

His gaze slowly turned to the action of your thumb and then back to you. Once he hears your offer and somewhat cooperation, his gaze on you soften, but only slight.

“I know one of your favorite teas are tieguanyin tea, it’s one that…helps with the stress.” Immediately, his gaze fully soften. Of course you knew how to defeat such a stubborn man, a powerful contracted war god at that with only a few words.

His hands gently dragged down your arms slowly and pulled away. He sighed. “Alright, I conceded. You may have won this battle…but the war has yet begun, Light Maiden. If only you could’ve told me your name.”

You signed in relief. “Light Maiden is okay.”

Zhongli furrowed his eyebrows at you. “I would prefer your name. Any name for that fact. Don’t keep me at the boarder of your rumored reputation, woman.”

You sighed and tried to think of a false name he could call you. You could never tell him the nicknames he would call you, so you thought of something quick. You then pulled a name from your memories, a name that Zhongli used to tease you about.

“Nora.”

Coincidentally, it means light. However, it was a teased name by your past beloved, all because it rhymes with Mora. That is actually how the currency came to be. Norax and Morax, Nora and Mora. However, it was a precious name, that only can be claimed by his voice.

“Nora…” He repeated, as that last vowel rolled off his tongue. He thought for a few moments. That name does sound familiar to him…but why? Of course, he is somewhat aware of your close relation with him however, what specifically was the purpose of that name? But he won’t ask, he is well aware that he had pushed enough already.

Zhongli slowly walked to your wooden table in your cabin, and sat down. Despite being in the dark, you can see his glowing eyes. Oh, how much memories that brought you. Night time lovers, bedly bonders, darkness dancers, underwater soulmates…those eyes never change, do they?

You closed the cabin door, and as the goddess of light, you raised your hand to summon your powers. All the candles in your home immediately flickered and light itself. The neat and well equated cabin was overflowing with warmth and light. But you couldn’t fool Zhongli, could you? He’s 6000 years old after all, of course you can’t. He knew immediately, the creation of these lights were Celesta’s lights. It was a pure godly light. Not a simple fire. Not some sunlight. It was a god’s light. However, he remained quiet. He kept this knowledge to himself of course.

However, he couldn't fool you either. Not because you almost were the same age as him, because you knew him long enough to know he has a back up plan when things don’t go his way. Especially when you can feel an inactive power beneath you, beneath your cabin. Despite him saying he “gave up.” Zhongli won history’s biggest war, his strategies and connections to the earth was otherworldly. Hence, knowing that if you refuse him again, he would raise your cabin into the heavens using the ground beneath him, trapping you with him, until you agree.

You sighed and closed the cabin door, locking out the moon light, and welcoming in sunlight that didn’t need a sun to produce it. Zhongli watched as you lit up the cabin, unfazed, as his thoughts were elsewhere. You began boiling tieguanyin herbs in a teapot. The scent plague the air, as Zhongli’s eyes were on you. As if he is trying to memorize you over and over, never letting himself forget this moment of you.

Once the tea is finished, you pour him a cup and then yourself. You sat across from him, as you place your tea. Zhongli sipped the tea and looked at it. “Hmm..how peculiar....you…You did it exactly how I like it. Care to tell me why is that?”

You got nervous as you looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t fully boiling it, it is no coincidence that you know that I like my teas to not be fully boiled, as I like strong flavored tea.”

“It is just a coincidence…” You insist.

Damn it. You did that out of habit. What the hell do you do when you had thousands of years of habits ingrained into you? Especially for the man you love…and still love. Your heart aches. You want him to hold you so badly. You want to be held by his strong arms, kiss your forehead. Sit on his lap, and cradle into his chest, hide from the world. Everything stings, everything hurts. This is torture. You want him to tell you that he loves you, just one more time. You want to hear it. Just half of the sentence. Your Zhongli would notice this suffering from a mile away, but this present Zhongli, he wouldn’t notice, would he? Your heart had a wider hole. Your candles dimmed a bit.

Little did you know, he in fact, did noticed.

Not because of the dimmed lights, as though that confirmed it. But just by looking at you, he sees it. He sees you, raw. Peeled. Intimately. Despite his silence, he stood up and moved his chair next to you and sat close to you. Your knees were were touching his, only slightly. Warm. It was warm.

As you felt the need to move your leg away slightly, he pushed his leg more against yours. You felt the material of his pants against yours. Rubbing against it, causing friction. A spark. Like how two rocks were knocked together to make a spark, until it created a fire. Maybe that is why you and him mend so well, as you are both gods of creation.

You blushed and shot up as you looked at your thigh against his, and looked back up at him. All the candles in the cabin grew more passionate. “What…What are you doing…?”

Zhongli, still having an unfazed face. “I am only conducting the proper procedures that need to be done for my suggested contract with you. I need to be next to you, to make this agreement, no?” Despite his well worded excuse, his true intention was something else.

“Now…” He sipped his tea. He finished it completely in seconds. “What do you think of my offer?” He leaned his face close to yours. You blushed as you looked away.

He gently took off his gloves, keep his eyes on you, exposing his black charcoal hand, with golden highlights. He placed his bare hand on your chin and turned you back to face him. “I refuse to take no as an answer. It is well within my right to have knowledge of my own relations, contract and promises…”

His face was inches away from yours, you felt his body move closer to you. It was as if you could place your hand on his chest right now. You can merge with him, you can feel him, he is so close. As you didn’t even realize that one of your leg was over one of his leg from him being very close to you. As he his whole body was inched closer to yours. “U-Um…w-well…”

He looked at you and waited, as his hand on your chin, transitioned to a hand on your cheek. His large hand can swallow your face whole if it could. You jolted and blushed more. “F-Fine…I’ll date you for a month…”

For once, he finally gave a small satisfied smile. “Marvelous, I shall write down my conditions immediately.” He pulled away, as your leg was still over his. You immediately removed your leg, and tried to compose yourself. “You may keep your leg on me if you’d like, I wouldn’t mind it, we are planning to be lovers anyways, might as well start these affections actions sooner or later. A month is rather a short time span of such.”

He summoned a pen, and parchment. He began to write the agreement down. You didn’t take his offer, as you kept to yourself, your legs and your distance. Hopefully, Zhongli didn’t respond to this. Once he was done, he showed you his hand of the contract.

“I, Zhongli and farther beyond, Morax, will dedicate my affections, priority, and time to Nora for a month. For the purpose of regaining memories of who this person was to me. As there is mere proof of Nora being my lover, more so, my finance, my wife to be, the purpose for this contract, it is for me to find my place in this women’s life and to remember her place in mine.”

You read through his part of the contract, as you saw his signature on the bottom. It was now your turn to write something as your portion of effort into the contract.

[autism-alley]

augh found my old post abt pjo and disability from before the show came out but it was on ye olde blog so i’m literally just gonna copy and paste, 3, 2, 1—

ok now that i’ve got it on the brain, i want to talk about disability in pjo and specifically how calling percy jackson dumb or treating him as such is not only a mischaracterization, but ableism. as a quick note, i’m keeping this to just percy to avoid having this already long post be even longer, but there are other disabled characters in pjo worthy of discussion, though i hit many of the same points in this post. i bring up percy specifically because he is mostly the character i have seen people treat as stupid.

percy is a dyslexic teen with ADHD who comes from a low-income family, raised by a single mother, and deals with an abusive step-father. i cannot stress enough how much of his character is shaped by that experience, but as hard as it is to single out any one part, i am going to focus on his ADHD and dyslexia. this kid has nightmares of being forced to take tests in a straightjacket as teachers ask him if he’s stupid and withhold him from recess with his peers. he is constantly labelled as “troubled” and blamed for things he didn’t do or aren’t his fault. he is told, over and over again, even from trusted adults, that he is “not normal” (othering him). he bounces between schools. he struggles to make friends. he deals with bullying. he has difficulty studying and reading, even when invested. teachers struggle to connect with him and tend to just give up on him. these are real disabled experiences, and rick does a good job at presenting them in the pjo books. sometimes, it feels like everything is a struggle. you are living inside a system that not only is restricting, but actively works against and punishes you.

in contrast, CHB is a great example of how when environments meet the needs of disabled people, it hugely changes how disabled we are in that environment. demigod brains are hard-wired for ancient greek, not english, and they’re born impulsive, with high energy levels that help them survive battle—but aren’t very good for a classroom setting. but by having them read books in ancient greek, regularly do lots of training/physical activities, and have genuine opportunities to express themselves...they function pretty damn well. percy discovers that while he struggles academically, he is brilliant in combat and capable of saving the world numerous times—he is a hero. do you know how important that message is for disabled children? disabled adults, too? that we can be heroes?

it is here, in camp half-blood, that percy finds a place he belongs, that shows him his worth—finally, somewhere is built to not only include him, but to nurture and genuinely prepare him for the world outside its boarders. however, i think people forget that just because percy functions in the world of CHB and the gods, that does not mean he doesn’t face ableism in the mortal world—and that there is an entire group of people who see ourselves reflected in his character.

i could talk on for hours about how much being disabled shapes percy’s identity and how he interacts with the world—like how percy’s humor revolves around coping with his environment and actually displays a very low self esteem after being looked down upon his entire life. this kid doesn’t even have to say anything and he screams i had a neurodivergent childhood. but about 5-6 years ago, when i was more regularly tuned into the fandom, every time i saw someone call percy jackson dumb or an idiot, even jokingly, i raised an eyebrow, and now that the series is getting fresh coverage from disney+, i have wanted to make this post. so much of this kid’s life and personality comes from being treated like he’s dumb or incapable, so it’s troubling to watch part of the fanbase reflect the harmful parts of this character’s upbringing. i truly hope it does not become common again. it’s also one thing coming from a neurodivergent/disabled person with similar experiences (and even then i personally find it a little uncomfortable), it’s another to be said by a neurotypical/able bodied person.

percy jackson’s experiences make for very important representation, and for people to characterize him as just a goofy, unintelligent guy is not only an insult to his character as a kid who is intelligent, but previously lacked the environment to show it, but also ableist. so in the dawn of the new tv series era, i ask that we cut that shit out. rick riordan did not create rep for neurodivergent and disabled kids for them to be called stupid by the fanbase. even jokingly.

[hydrangea-mon-amor]

Love favors the bold, not the clever

LOVE FAVORS THE CLEVER, NOT THE BOLD

Male! Yandere OC x reader

Trigger warning! Yandere behavior, obsessive behavior

Side note — if you read the trigger warning and still were triggered by the content (or any that I’ve wrote) please message me ASAP and tell me about it. This goes for all of my works, but I do not mean harm writing these stories and the content of my blog are dark and heavy. I DO NOT condone this behavior and if any of you see yourself in a situation like this I urge you to seek help.

Summery! In the forest of Hwen, lay a faerie king who aches for a love to call his own. He decides that he’ll visit the neighboring mortal town Willowdale where he meets you. Sweet little you housed him and fed him and gave him what he always wanted: companionship. And something a little deeper…

There is a tale in a small town next to the Hwen Forest, of a lonely king who wishes for company. He sings whims on the love stories he overhears from the neighboring mortal town, but alas he has never had a story to call his own.

So he stays in his bedroom, waiting for an opportunity to find his own romantic partner.

On the kings hallway leading to his chambers, a messenger with a gangly build rushes to his door, he bangs once and on instant the doors opens.

“Sire, you must attend to the banquet arranged from Hevara, Lady of Court Flies.” Geario users to his king. But the king pays him no mind and stares at the emptiness of his sumptuous bed.

“Tell her lady that I am unable to attend.”

Gaerio takes a step forth before he queries, “why so? You have no courtly business to heed to.”

“On the obstinate.” the king takes small precise steps to his grandiose wardrobe. “I've arranged preparations for a small group of my court and myself to visit the neighboring mortal town Willowdale.”

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“$5.85 for your drink ma’am.” You say with practiced enthusiasm. The old lady from down the street fiddles with her purse and puts down a mangled $10 bill.

“You could’ve been faster.” She mutters under her breath before she snags her drink and steers out of the store.

Bitch

You blow a sigh of relief knowing that your shift has ended. You don't mind the cruel remakes some of the people in this town may say to you, you don't have the time to give them any attention. Now, your focus is to rush to your university as fast as you can and not miss your class. The street is crowded with people and you grip around your phone for dear life in dread someone may pick pocket you.

“Good morning sir!” you say to the store clerk on the street, he's helped you with your tuition money from time to time and the respect you and for him was deep. he smiles and nod.

“Off to class?”

“Mhmm!”

“I've heard that your class is outside near the garden from the boarders of Hwen Forest. Lucky for you, you're just a few blocks away from there.” you stop in your tracks. Sure treading the boards of Hwen Forest wasn't dangerous as long as you didn't cross into it but even then, you have never heard of something like this. You stop momentarily on the sidewalk. You have no reason to mistrust the store clerk he's helped you so much anyway so...

“Thank you sir.” you say, swinging your eyes when you notice him wince in contempt.

Odd

When you've reached the borders of Hwen Forest, which was basically a twig fence separating lands you notice that there wasn't any chairs set for the students to sit on, nor did you see your professor. You rub your eyes and check again but nothing has changed. The area was bare. The store clerk must have heard wrong but you appreciated his sentiment to help.

You turn on your heels and attempt to head back to campus before you hear a diminutive thumb

Wincing your head to the direction you panic when you see a supposedly tall man on the other side of the fence in regime clothes. A green doublet adorned in gold and brown trousers. His black hair is ruffled from the dirt and his tan skin has small cuts.

He looks as if he is bleeding.

You rush to him, not caring if you stepped over the boarder.

“Are you alright?” he doesn't reply. “Are you crazy! Don't you know it's dangerous go cross over the boarder separating Willodale and Hwen Forest.”

“You've crossed it.” he says infinitively.

“Well that’s because you crossed it!” You try defending yourself but you can tell the man doesn’t really care for your statement. “What are you doing here anyway.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I'm worried that's why.” you don't think he’ll understand the thought though.

“Worried?” he mutters “why?”

You take a deep breath, talking to this man looks to be difficult.

“Here in Willowdale the people who've crossed the boarders to Hwen Forest have gonna missing and if they do get found, which by the way is very unlikely, their body is already dismangled to the point where it's harrowing to see. And now I see you here and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that too became your fate.” his eyes seem to widen a little. “What's your name anyway? You can come to my house and I can patch you cuts. He'll you can even spend the night if that's what you need.” the man is silent for a protracted second. You don't mind waiting, already your assessing how deep the cuts on his arms are.

“My name is,” he clears his throat, “Alceste, my name is Alceste.” in return you give him yours and let him lean on you while you help walk him to your house.

“It isn't much,” you tell him gazing at your house. A small abode with two bedrooms and the smallest of kitchens.

“I don't need much, don't worry I'm not picky.” his voice is aloof but you notice the slight stang of pain in it. The wounds must really hurt him.

Once inside you take him to your study which was your closet at first but had enough space to fit in a table and chair and extra leeway to walk around in that you turned it into your office. You sit him down ok your chair and pull out a first aid kit.

“Luckily your wounds aren't that deep for me to do anything else.”

“Do you know a lot about medicine?” he asks, his voice monotone.

“Well I’m studying to become a doctor so I hope I do, otherwise all of my efforts would go to waste.” You laugh to yourself but stop when you notice Alceste makes no comment on it.

“Continue.” He asks softly, but it sounds more like a demand.

“I'm sorry.” you notice the subtle frown on his face the moment your words were uttered but merely in a second he resumed to his aloof face.

“Your laugh, it is...nice to listen to. Please, continue.” this man sure is weird, you think to yourself you aren’t sure how to tell him that's not how it worked so you simply just faked your laugh for a few more seconds.

“You should shower yourself, your body is covered in dirt.”

“Shower? Myself? As in, I have to do it?”

“Um, well I hope so?” But Alceste shakes his head.

“Nonsense, my servants help shower me if you wish to show me the hospitality as you say then I suppose it wouldn’t trouble you to clean my body with your own hands, would it not?”

Servants? What, does this man live in a damn villa?

“That’s not really—well I would think that,” you silenced by the look he gives you. “Alright then, I guess I will…shower you.” You try to think of this as helping you in your medical knowledge, but you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

His body is submerged in the bath tube besides his upper half. You try to think of how soft his skin is instead of how uncomfortable the reality of this situation is. Not to mention the fact that all throughout this his eyes are perfectly tranced on you. It’s like nothing else interests him.

“If I recall accurately you said I could stay the night here if this what I needed?” You bite your lip.

“Yes, I did say that. Why do you need to stay for tonight? I can prepare the guest bedroom—“

“I need a moth.” He cuts you off.

“What?”

“One month,” he says again, “if it doesn’t trouble you so much could you house me for thirty days and thirty nights? I promise I’ll pay you back in kind.”

Thirty days?

You weren’t sure if you even have the time but when looking at him and how hopeful he seemed despite his aloofness, it made you feel ashamed to decline him. He looks at you with jade doe eyes, his back hunched almost like he was curling in a ball just so you could have better access to clean him. You still doing understand why he couldn't clean himself but you were set on trying to help him. You try to think of how to formulate your sentence when he lifts up his soaked hand to grab the hem of your shirt.

“Please.” it comes out almost like a whimper and whatever thought you had of rejecting him vanished.

“I guess it wouldn't be impossible. But, uh, instead of one month how about half that time yeah? Two weeks maybe?” Alceste Is quiet for a while.

“Three weeks,” he requests, “if you don't mind.”

You say to yourself that three weeks is better than one month so you simply smile at him shyly and agree.

Oh how foolish you were.

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The next day you have no classes to attend to so you thought it would be a good day to show Alceste around Wilowdale, besides the whether was really nice. You plan to show him parks, restaurants and the convience stores scattered around all of Willowdale. When you reach your bathroom your surprised to his Alceste already there. In only sweats, his bare chest exposed. You can't help but stare at his lean build and how tall he was. His head almost reached the ceiling!

“Oh, it’s you. Good morning, I went digging through your closet and found these, they were the only thing that fit me and my previous clothes were getting too tedious to wear. I hope you don’t mind.” He ruffles his fluffy brunette hair while his voice was nonchalant.

“Oh um I don't mind at all, seriously it's fine!” you wanted to chuck him across the face, “um I guess I can lend you a pair of jeans and hoodie, I'm taking you out today.”

“Taking me out? Isn't that what you mortals—I mean guys call a date? Are you taking me on a date y/n?” You stare at him dumbfounded.

“Whoever gave you that information is wrong. While in some cases taking a person out could be classified as a date but most of the time it’s just people hanging out with each other, you know, like friends hanging out or family.” He takes this into consideration.

“I understand, so the condition of one’s romantic date is based on the situation. Am I correct?”

“Basically. Now wait here I'm gonna check and see if I have any clothes that will fit you.” he nods and watches you leave.

You come back with a green hoodie and a oversized pair of baggy jeans.

“The clothes are from my dad, he must’ve left them here when he last visited me. Here change, these should fit you.” You hand him the clothes which he takes kindly.

“I appreciate this, y/n.”

“It’s no worries, a guest deserves this kind of treatment no?”

“I suppose so.” You gently smile before you leave the bathroom to give him space to change. When he is finished your pleasantly surprised to see that the clothes are perfect on him.

“Come, I have many places to tour you on!” You practically shout while runny to get your shoes and car keys leaving Alceste in the bathroom.

You weren't there to notice a small smile spreading his lips.

First you take him to the local park, a few kids are already playing and you notice how rigid his stance is.

“Children,” he mouths, “I didn’t think there would be a place to store them while they look so lively. I’d have to consider this for my own personal reasons.” You look at him concerned.

“No Alceste, this is a playground! Children have fun here, I used to play here too when I was young and it’s a pretty good place for kids to make friends. Did you not have any playgrounds when you were a kid?”

“No, I would be severely punished if I didn’t take my education as my first priority.”

Oh…

“Okay…um since you’re no longer a child you can have all the fun you want now!” He looks at you uncertainty.

“I don’t understand.” He replies bluntly.

“Okay, we’ll I guess I can show you instead of explaining it.” He’s caught off guard when you lightly tap on the shoulder.

“Tag you’re it!” You start running around the park giggling to yourself.

“I still don’t understand, where are you going?” This time his voice had a slight edge to it, like he’s afraid that he’ll lose sight of you.

“You’re supposed to catch me while I try to run away, that’s the game. Usually you’ll be the tagger unless you catch me and that can last a while but since where tight on time I’m giving you ten minutes. If you can’t catch me in that time than you lose and I win.” That’s all the explanation you give before you continue in your attempt to flee. You guess this where the logic of the game clicks in his head and he starts chasing after you.

You’re surprised at how fast he is so much so that you stop your run to just stare at him. Not even a minute has passed before he’s got you cornered between two trees. But he doesn’t trap you, instead he places both of his hands on your shoulders and try to give you a massage.

“While you were running I notice your shoulders were tense and rigid. It didn’t look normal, I looked at the other kids that surrounded the playground and I stand corrected, your shoulders look, as you would medically say it, spasticity.” Now you are the one caught off guard. You don’t tell him to stop because even if the situation was odd because you two are practically strangers but still, the massage was nice. And you guessed that he was too. “Oh and I think I’m supposed to say, tag, you’re it.”

You try to smile, gently tugging his hands off of you. “I think it’s best if we continue with our day, what do you say?”

When night approaches you are tired out of your wits. You'd taken him everywhere you could think of, clothing stores, hospitals, movie theaters, hotels just anywhere that wasn't a house. Your eyes are practically begging for some shut eye. Meanwhile Alceste doesn't look to be fatigued at all.

“I want to tell you that I appreciate all of this,” you look at him with sleepy eyes “I've never felt this welcomed by anyone ever. The hospitality you've showed me today was a testament to your character. Truly I am deferent to this.”

“It's nothing.” you say, waving him off.

“Your wrong” he simply states, “it’s everything, some people wish they could have the kind of heart you do and I praise you for it.” You can’t help but notice the way your cheeks flush.

“You really thinks so?”

“I do, I really do.” The sleepiness from your eyes seem to wear off from his compliment.

“Thank you Alceste, I have to say you may be my most intriguing guest I’ve ever hosted.” You nudge him on the shoulder.

“I’m glad.”

By the end of the first week of his stay with you, you’ve already taken him as a friend and he has taken you as something so much more.

The second week of his stay has begun and you’ve finally finished your studies for the day so you decide to take him out for coffee.

“I’d prefer it more if it were sweeter.”

“There are sugar packets if you want to add some.”

“Really? Where?”

“Just ask the person at the counter.” You point your gaze to the guys busy making drinks for the other fellow costumers. Though from your utterance you notice the complete change in body language from Alceste.

“On second thought, I don’t need the sugar.” There is a pause as you both drink your coffee. It’s comfortable, it’s nice, nothing like how you first felt when you took him in and agreed to house I’m for three weeks.

“How has your collage been?”

“It’s been fine, I’m waiting for an important call today, kind of nervous.” You set your coffee down on the table and play with your fingers. Sometimes you envy your temporary roommate with how poised and fresh he is. But living with him you notice how dependent he is of others and how shy his essence is.

“Don’t be nervous, when I have pressing issues I like to spar with my servants. Most of them get seriously injured or even die in the end but it does get my mind off of things.” You wince when you hear the mention of him killing people. But then you chalk it up to him joking with you.

Yeah, that’s what it is, he definitely doesn’t have any mental problems.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, how was your childhood like?”

“Horrible. I cannot begin to tell you of the many times I would get punished for doing the simplest things. I once got smacked for owning a toy, can you believe that? My parents said that playing with toys instead of studying books would inevitably ruin my future.” your heart hurts for him and you sure as hell don't know how he can say all of this with a straight face.

“It's not your fault.” You say quietly.

“Your pardon?”

“How you grew up, the violence and abuse inflicted onto you, it wasn’t your doing. It doesn’t matter what you’ve been told no one deserves to live like that. If you wish to talk about it more then I’ll be happy to listen to you.” From the silence the enveloped you two, Alceste feels grateful to have met you. Never did he think he would find a wife as charming and understanding as you. And he doesn’t want anyone else.

“You truly are extraordinary…”

“What was that?” You ask but Alceste shakes his head and said it was nothing.

“I have good news to tell you.” You look up at him.

“Really? What is it?”

“I’m moving to Willowdale, permanently. Don’t worry it won’t interfere with my work. I’ll be moving at the end of next week which matches up perfectly with the timeline of my stay with you. I’ll be able to see you more frequently too, considering how much more free my schedule will be.” He talks with a sense of proudness and you can’t help but be proud of him too.

“That’s amazing Alceste! I can help you pack your bags oh I’m so excited!”

Alceste wants to tell you that it is him that’s excited, because then he can ask you to marry him and he’ll finally have a love to call his own. You’ve truly vexed him, he can’t wait to ask the question. But alas, the time more the situation is adequate enough.

It was when you least expected it late at night that the important call you’ve been waiting for finally happened, and you got good news. Rushing in the guest bedroom you called Alceste name over and over again until he woke, which wasn’t many, he woke up by the third chant of his name.

“I got in I got in!” You shout, startling him.

“I don’t understand.” His groggy voice is light in comparison to your incessant screams.

“My internship! I applied to work at a local hospital and they agreed to hire me as long as I do a four month internship and I got it!”

“Well congratulations.” He applauds, though his voice is much more soft than yours. But then you look at him and then you’re unsure of what you’re going to say.

“There is, one problem though.”

“And that is?”

“Our time has to be cut short.” That snaps Alceste out of his sleepy state. His body goes rigid and his breathing faster. He can feel his heart squeeze.

“What do you mean?” He asks rashly. You wince at the sudden gone of his voice but you continue on.

“My internship is in the UK a whole country away, and they want me in four days.” Alceste doesn’t know what to think or what to do.

He needs you.

You were the one to show him kindness, to show him such hospitality. You made him fall in love, you couldn’t just leave him like this.

“No…” is all he says, grabbing onto your forearm quite harshly.

“Alceste you’re hurting me!”

“No, you won’t go, you won’t leave me.”

“Alceste it’s only four months! I’ll come and visit whenever I can, I promise!”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m not letting you leave me like this. I’m not letting you leave me at all!” You try as hard as you can but you can’t get out of his hold.

“Alceste you’re scaring me!” It was then that he decides to let you go.

“I apologize, I didn’t meant to…” he looks as if he is lost, as if he doesn’t know what to think anymore. You try to look at him like a friend would but after what just happened you can’t help but feel creeped by him.

“Alceste, I want you out of my house.” Your voice is shaky and you barely get them out of your mouth.

He doesn’t respond. That’s seems to happen a lot.

“Alceste?” You call his name again, delicately you take your forearm and examine it. A bruise is going to form.

“I’ll leave if you agree to something for me.” You decide hearing him out won’t be the worst decision you could make.

“What is it?” Your voice is weary.

“Tomorrow, visit me at the boarders that separate Hwen Forest and Willodale. Let’s depart their.” You suppose ending your relationship with him on a semi good note couldn’t be bad.

“Fine, it’s agreed upon then.”

𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊

Alceste waits by the boarders impatiently, his messenger Geario is to his left, well hid by the trees that no passerby could notice him.

“Your majesty are you sure your plan of yours will work?”

“I’m certain, prepare the room.”

“Understood sire.” Geario bows before he swiftly winnows away.

It is then that you walk in, oh sweet beautiful you he can’t seem to get his eyes off of you.

But you seem to be concerned again, because just like how you saw him first he is again at the other edge of the boarder. You don’t know why he wishes so much to be in the territory of the fey folk.

“Alceste, what are you doing on the other side of the boarder?”

“Is that really the first thing you tell me considering the situation?” You clench your teeth.

“I came as you requested, let’s get this over with I have packing to do.”

“Of course, but before you leave I want to show you something.”

“And that is?”

“Step a little closer.” He urges and you find yourself stiffening up.

“You may have no problem crossing the line between us mortal and them faeries but I actually regard my life in a high light so—“

“This is probably the last time we see each other and you won’t even grant me my one wish?” You contemplate your situation, sure you could be kind and lend him this one thing but it is your life that your toying with. Still, you wonder how he could so carelessly cross in the forest like this. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you’ve gotten your interest piqued.

“I’ll do it if you answer me this: why aren’t you afraid of the folk in the Hwen Forest? The very forest you’re stepping in right now.” He regards you for a moment.

“I’ll tell you if you cross the boarder and stand by my side, so we could have a proper end to our chance meeting.” You collect all the courage you can search for and with a hesitant ache in your chance you step over the twig fence.

“May I hug you?” Alceste asks and for some reason you relent. The minute his arms are closed around you something feels off. His breaths are longer and deeper and his grip around you clenches. “You have no idea…” he mutters “how long I’ve waited for this.” From beneath your feet little buds of mushrooms poke out creating a circle around you.

“Alceste what are you doing…” your voice fades out as you realize what is happening.

“To answer your question, the reason why I care not about my safety here regarding the folk is because I am one of them. I am their king matter of factly, King Lahreus, the Supreme of all Martial arts. You won’t be able to get away from me anymore, dear Y/n. I’ll find you, I’ll find you in every lifetime in every form you take. Because you are mine and I am yours and we are mated for all life. And now you have secured your fate, because you stepped into the one things mortal should not. A faerie ring.”

You feel bile clogging up your throat.

“No…”

“Yes. Do you know why we met when we did? You must think that your store clerk gave you the wrong place but actually he was one of my messengers. I’ve ordered him to pose as a mortal and lure you to me. And you know what? It worked.”

“You’re a monster! I hate you!”

“You’ll change your mind.” You thrash around in his hold but he won’t give up, not when he has you all to himself, not when your right here just for him.

“Stop that, you don’t want to be punished by my own hand.” Now fear is all you feel. You can’t look at him in as a friend anymore, hell you can’t even look at him as a pitiful stranger anymore.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Nothing that doesn’t have your best interest in mind.” You don’t believe him, you don’t think you ever will anymore. “Do you know of faerie bargains?” You nod your head slowly. “How about we make one? I think you would want to hear this out.”

“What is it?” Your voice croaks and you can feel the threat of tears falling from your eyes.

Alceste hums to himself, slowly stroking your hair, trying his best to make it as pleasing as he can for you.

“How about…Your mine and I am yours, what do you say? I consider this a bargain no mortal should think to turn down.”

You can’t bring it in yourself to dignify him with a response, all you can do is cry and Alceste delicately massages you lulling you to sleep.

—

AN: this is unedited and it’s my first (actual) post here so enjoy

[forestshadow-wolf]

Ok guys, I sacrificed a newborn lamb, migraine no longer debilitating :)

Cw: slight (nongraphic) emetophobia warning

Anyway totally don't think about simon riley who gets migraines due to trauma because trauma does weird thing to your body

Totally don't think about him ignoring it until he passed out or throws up infront of someone.

Or how he definitely would deny any ailment because "It's just a little headache." When infact his brain is trying to evacuate out the back of his skull, and there's so much pressure behind his left eye that he thinks I'd hurt less to scoop it out with a blunt spoon.

Don't think about how if he was on a mission where his body would automatically go into a sort of fight or flight mode due to his condition

Don't think about how he narrowly misses a shot because his left eye has this quite unique colorful, grainy starbusting phenomenon going on with it, and his right has this odd fading, and puldisng black boarder around it. And when he does fire thsi shot it rings in his ears and actually his vision goes white for half a second. And he'd shake his head to clear his vision, except he has since learded that that does nothing for him except cause an immediate expulsion of his stomach contents.

Don't think about how the action, and the noise, and the lights, and especially the flashbangs only make him want to kill himself, but of course he wouldn't. If only because he would never leave his team without his help, without overwatch, without backup. He'd never leave Johnny.

Or, missions aside, definitely don't imagine him trying to do paperwork but the words aren't words anymore. They aren't even stationary. They just squiggling blobs of black outlined in red or blue or green or purple, and it makes his head feel like it's imploding.

Don't imagine him trying to write out reports but he can't focus at all. He's gripping his pen so hard that his hand shakes. He's not using his computer because he might actually vomit if he has to. He was for a while, forced himself to, after an hour he almost slammed the lid shut and smashed the thing into his wall until it broke into a missiond tiny pieces. He did not do that. Wouldn't be able to explain that to price.

Don't imagine him trying to do signatures but it just comes out as a scribble of nonsense that can hardly be considered on the line. He has to squint to even see the line, much less to coordinate his hand to find the interception point of the line and his pen.

Don't imagine soap silently noticing. He almost doesn't. Almost snaps back when ghost yells at him for nothing really. Doesn't when he sees the telltale squirt of Ghost's eyes and they way his head is tilted to one side ever so slightly.

Doesn't imagine soap doing double time to cover both his and ghost's arses when they're out in the field and sees ghost stumble just slightly after every shot.

Don't think about soap going to ghost's office to coax him out and back to his room. How he makes sure the room is pitch black, had his curtains changed to blackout curtains for this reason. How he poitedly doesn't grab food or drink, against his better judgment, because he knows that it most definitely would not stay down.

Don't imagine him laying ghost's head in his lap or on his belly and massaging his temples, the back of his head, his scalp, even his eye sockets.

Don't think about how he knows exactly how he knows to do all this stiff not only because it's happened to ghost enough times but because he also gets them. From working with chems and explosives everyday for so long, even before then he used to get them. He knows what to do because it's what he likes when he has a migraine this bad. Knows exactly what to do because ghost does the same for him.

And especially doing think about how for both of them they way the other found out is during an episode, and they had to scramble for a trash can or a toilet so that they don't retch their guts up onto the floor.

Don't imagine how they continue to dry heave even when their syomach is empty, so they stay hunched over. Knowing logically that there is nothing left, but the feeling is still there.

Don't imagine them having to sit on the ground and shove their head between their knees to feel even slightly better. Or lying down and resting their cheek against the cold ground.

Don't imagine how they used to have to deal with it alone before they met eachother...

[pandasleepy07]

Ghostober - Day 11 [Chain]

⚠️ Warnings | Mentions of bullying, waterboarding, violence, murder

"It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?"

WC: 2K

A/N: This is going to be different than the rest of my fics and an idea I'm playing around with. I picture the pit to be a bunch of sectors that connect with small boarders, allowing ghouls to travel between the different branches. The first part of this takes place in water ghoul territory which I picture kind of like Atlantis, with a city under water, but also a town square above the sea level with shops, parks, resurants, and inns around the outskirts of the water. I hope you enjoy it!

Chain was a messy kit, always getting into trouble, much to the dismay and disappointment of his parents. He didn’t do it on purpose. He was a natural protector, stopping other kits from hurting the weaker ones. With each defenceless ghoul he saved, he only got stronger and soon mastered waterboarding even the strongest kits his age. And he grew with his power, not just getting stronger as his teen years came around, but becoming a bit taller, and a lot thicker. 

Yet growing stronger in a short amount of time had its consequences. He couldn’t always control it, and when he made his first kill after a fight broke out in the courtyard, his parents disowned him, banishing him from the house without anything but the clothes on his back. It was on that fateful rainy day, that Chain ran into a ghoul with clouds wisping around his eyes, blocking any line of sight he might’ve had. He stood for a moment studying the ghoul It wasn’t new to see an odd-looking ghoul. They were in the pit after all. There wasn’t anything normal about any of them but for some reason, this ghoul caught Chain’s attention. He didn’t know if it was the way the cloud wisps wrapped around the ghoul's head, covering his eyes like a bandage, or if it was the way the ghoul held himself, tall, confident and utterly nonchalant. 

“You’re staring,” the ghoul speaks up in a low gravely tone.

Chain’s brows furrow and his heart skips a beat. He couldn’t have been talking about him, could he? Well, Chain was staring, but the ghoul wasn’t even facing his general direction. 

“I am talking about you,” the ghoul adds, slowly turning to face Chain’s direction. 

It’s a movement out of the corner of Chain’s eye that distracts him from his shock before he can react to the ghoul. A group of ghouls were coming towards them. It was a group that Chain was quite familiar with and he tensed, preparing for the fight he knew was to come. He didn’t have time to think about the odd ghoul standing just feet away, he was on autopilot, protecting a ghoul he didn’t think could protect himself. 

Chain raises his hands and flicks them, gathering the moisture from the air before pushing the water toward the group, it went straight for their heads, and he held the bubble of water there until most of them fell to the ground, passing out from the lack of oxygen. One ghoul, who was shorter than the rest had escaped Chain’s attack and lifted his hand, sending a strong gust of wind at Chain, who stumbled backwards in an attempt to keep his footing. The ghoul that Chain had rushed to protect flicks his hand. The earth that was underneath the air ghoul's feet rushes up, encasing the ghoul in mud. With a snap of his fingers, the mud hardens. 

“How-” Chain sputtered, quickly snapping his mouth shut to regain his composure. 

“When you’re blind, the rest of your senses are heightened,” the ghoul shrugged. “Like how my sense of hearing is stronger than yours.”

“That’s how you knew where I was standing…”

The ghoul nodded. “I heard your heartbeat.”

“Think you could teach me how you do that someday?” Chain asks lightly. 

“You want to be blindfolded?”

Chain shrugged. “Don’t knock it till you try it right?”

A soft, raspy, unused chuckle falls from the ghoul’s lips. “I’m Cowbell.”

“Chain.”

The two ghouls walk up to the bridge on the edge of their territory of the pit and sit on it, talking for hours. They get along surprisingly well and find out that they’ve both been kicked out. Cowbell for being a freak, and causing the near death of his brother’s mate, who lives on as if nothing happened, but it didn’t stop the shunning that follows. The image haunts Cowbell daily, and he admits how he’s scared he’ll do it again since his powers are unbalanced. His quintessence and earth elements haven’t found a way to work in harmony, not that he can figure out why.

They stay on the bridge for hours, it’s dawn when they try to stand up, deciding that they should probably find somewhere to sleep. What they didn’t account for was how long they’d been sitting there for. Their tails had fallen asleep and when they moved to stand, their balance was off. They spend a few minutes struggling before they’re able to walk down the street.

They walk into a small inn and pub on the outskirts and request a room.

“Sorry, lads,” the innkeeper responds gruffly. “I don’t rent out rooms to kits.”

Chain tenses, as if he’s going to fight the innkeeper on it when a voice speaks up from behind them. "It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?"

Chain and Cowbell turn around, Chain’s eyes widening. “Lucifer,” he breathes. The man. The myth. The legend. He drops into a bow and is met with a chuckle. 

Lucifer reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder. “None of that now. I asked if I can help, I’d like an answer.”

“Oh- uh- we’re alright sir,” Chain fumbles over his words, his eyes full of pure adoration and awe.

Cowbell elbows him in the side, making the water ghoul hiss out a curse. 

“From where I’m standing, you two are far from alright,” Lucifer states casually. “I hear you’ve both been banished from your respective houses.”

“How-” Chain starts. 

Cowbell elbows him again. This time harder. “He’s the devil. We’re in the pit. We are ghouls.”

Chain winces, realizing his mistake and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. 

Lucifer chuckles. “Come. You two will stay with me. I’m sure we can arrange something. And none of those formalities. I hear enough people calling me sir, and your majesty. I’m sick of it.”

“Yes sir- er- sorry- Daddy-”

Cowbell huffs out something that sounds close to a laugh, and even Lucifer can’t keep the smirk off his face. It’s not like he hasn’t heard it before. 

The two ghouls follow Lucifer out of the inn and with a snap of the Devil’s fingers, they’re teleported to his lair, or palace might be a more accurate description. It’s huge, and a deep red that looks black unless the lighting hits the walls right. There are three turrets that rise up above the main building, hitting the black clouds that swirl in the sky. 

“Unholy shit,” Chain whispers, staring up at the building. 

Cowbell next to him, shivers, feeling a wave of power coming off of the building. Even though the ghoul can’t see the building itself, he can still feel the energy and waves of power that throb around it. 

“Come on in, ghouls,” the devil drawls. “Let’s get you two situated.”

Chain and Cowbell follow him inside, Chain’s head swinging around taking in as much of the place as he could, as Cowbell follows quietly behind. The beings that work in the palace slink off out of their way, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by either of them. 

“Why do they seem scared of us?” Chain mutters, watching a demon scamper off. 

Cowbell only shrugs in response, he hasn’t the slightest clue either.

“You are both two of the strongest ghouls in a while,” the devil explains ahead of them, pausing in the hall. “Word of you both has spread quite far in a short amount of time.” He pushes a set of double doors open, revealing a den with two doors inside, on either end of the room. He snaps his fingers and the doors open, revealing two bedrooms. “I reckon this will be suitable for you both?”

“Yes, thank you, Daddy,” Chain says, walking into the room, his tail flicking behind him happily. 

“You ghouls get settled in. If you need anything let me know. I’ll have dinner sent up soon.”

The doors close behind him, and Cowbell and Chain are left in a large den alone. 

“Well, what does he look like?” Cowbell asks, walking around the room, and feeling along his way so he can figure out the layout. 

“Hot,” Chain blurts out.

“Yeah, I got that much from, ‘Daddy’,” Cowbell snorts. “Paint me a picture, eyeballs.”

“Tall, like tall, tall, black hair, that's short, kept tight around the back and sides but has grown out on the top, and kinda messy. He’s tan, like a bronze kind of colour, if that helps… and jacked. He was wearing a tailored suit that left nothing to the imagination.”

“Horny much?” Cowbell mutters, sinking down onto a couch. 

“Can you blame me? If you could see the man, you’d understand! He looks like a fucking snack!”

“If I could, I’d be rolling my eyes right now.”

Chain launches a pillow at his newfound friend, who hears the wizz in the air, and dodges easily. He picks up the pillow from the floor where it lands and launches it at Chain, who ducks last minute as the door behind him opens and a demon walks in with food. The pillow hits them in the arm and they look less than amused. 

“Your dinner,” they announce flatly. 

Chain grins and takes it from them. “Thanks.”

“I’ve also been instructed to tell you that Lucifer would like your presence after you’ve had something to eat and a bath. He’ll be in the library when you’re ready.”

They both nod and the demon walks out, shutting the door loudly behind them.

“That was… something,” Chain mutters, bringing the tray of food over to Cowbell on the couch. The two inhale the food, glad to have something warm and good, a change from the scraps they’d been stealing on their own. Then they go off to their rooms, Chain noticing that the doors, since their arrival, have been engraved with their names. They both find a hot bath and fresh clothes waiting for them.

Half an hour later, they’re wandering through the halls looking for the library and bickering. “Weren’t you paying attention during the tour?” Cowbell grumbles. 

“No! Everything looked so cool, and shiny! Why don’t you know the way?”

“I can’t see, genius!” 

Eventually, they find the library, and Lucifer sitting by a fireplace a book in his hand and a warm mug of tea. The Devil needs something that will help him relax while watching over the ghouls. 

“Ah, there my ghouls are,” Lucifer smiles, gesturing to the couch across from him. 

“Sorry we took so long,” Chain mumbles, sitting down. 

“Someone didn’t pay attention to the tour.”

Lucifer chuckles. “It’s alright, my ghouls. It is easy to get lost in this labyrinth. How are you finding your rooms?”

“They’re perfect, thank you,” Cowbell says softly, carefully taking a seat next to Chain. 

“That’s good. I’m glad. I’d like to offer you both a proposition.”

That makes both ghouls perk up, their earlier bickering forgotten. 

“I’d like for you to become the Guards of Hell, my own personal guard. Once you’re ready of course.”

“Seriously?” Chain blurts.

Lucifer nods. “I’ll teach you how to better control your powers first of course, and how to fight in full control.” A look directed at Cowbell then Chain. Cowbell tenses slightly and Chain winces, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll also teach you the languages. Both the ones used above and below, alive and dead.”

The ghouls sit quietly for a minute, absorbing the information. “Why us?” Cowbell asks, suspiciously. 

“As I said earlier. You’re both two of the strongest ghouls that have been born in a long time. Being the devil isn’t an easy job, nor is it safe. Plus I wouldn’t mind the company. It gets lonely down here. So what do you ghouls say?”

“I’m in,” Chain shrugs. “I’ve got nothing to lose.”

Lucifer smiles. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Chain’s outcome would have been any different. It’s Cowbell the Devil can’t seem to get a good read on.

“On one condition,” Cowbell starts after a minute.

“Which is?”

“I want to be able to hunt.”

“Of course. I’ve got a large hunting ground that I think you’ll enjoy. So do we have a deal?”

Cowbell nods.

Chain grins, “You’ve got a deal, Daddy.”

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