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donnabenevientosimpingzone · 11 months ago
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Hey! Now that you’re back I wanted to ask about Resident Lover? I remember you were on the team- but then the game came out and your name wasn’t on the dev list... what happened?
I can’t escape this question can I- and for those of you who messaged me, I did delete them in hopes of avoiding this- but I don’t want rumours to spread so lemme be transparent.
Also pls read this for how I’m handling coming back to this blog: https://www.tumblr.com/donnabenevientosimpingzone/741337986608873472/complex-feelings-and-absolute-pandemonium-about-my
No, I wasn’t kicked off the team, nor was I invited back when I left- and they made the right choice doing that. I was not mentally stable. I didn’t take the project seriously, I had jealousy issues, and didn’t take criticism well- I self destructed badly- blew up and burned that bridge to ashes, not to mention what sorta hurt I caused the team.
It did hurt a lot when I saw the game release. I was so upset, and spent so many weeks thinking about “what if I didn’t fuck up”. But there are no “what ifs” in history, we are meant to go through what we do in order to become the best versions of ourselves. The whole ordeal was part of the last push I needed to finally seek professional help. And the fact it still hurts whenever I see it around means I still care and carry guilt about everything that happened.
I’m practicing exposure therapy to try and heal that gaping wound. RE8 has turned my life completely on its head and I don’t want to abandon it- the best outcome will be the day I can download and play the game and find it within myself to genuinely love it with no more wounds to lick- but for now I’m content with seeing it float around every once in a while on my dash.
Out of respect- I hope none of you will pester the devs about this either. They did something amazing, and I’m so proud of what they’ve accomplished. Out of all of them I really miss MJ. They were the best, most hilarious friend- I always thought they were super attractive- and the whole reason the game was possible. Show them some love- idk message them “you’re cool!” for me or something. Anon ask if you have to. Don’t tell them I’m the one who sent you- I think it’ll be funny to just have a whole buncha people messaging them outta nowhere bahaha
And with that I hope this clears it up and stops people from messaging anymore about it. It’s still a sensitive wound I’m working to heal and I’d like to do it at my own pace<3 I don’t regret the experience, I’m in such a better place now because of it. I would love to make peace with my past self and accept the pain as a part of growing.
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Until then enjoy me going back to my usual shenanigans before all the shit hit the fan. I’m very excited to draw more Spider Donna and Beneviento Sisters, I hope y’all enjoy it too<3
Update edit: https://www.tumblr.com/donnabenevientosimpingzone/737803172475781120/stupid-lil-update-i-wanna-do-as-per-my-pinned
Update! https://www.tumblr.com/donnabenevientosimpingzone/737980137572892672/people-who-knowknew-me-personally-probably-arent
Update that shows old sprite: https://www.tumblr.com/donnabenevientosimpingzone/738487941680316416/want-me-as-a-professor-okay-damn-ignore-the
Update where I rant about Angie and Daniela with a cat: https://www.tumblr.com/donnabenevientosimpingzone/740499151828156416/can-we-see-the-png-of-the-angie-sprite-holding-a
Update about the dangie ask on the RL blog: https://www.tumblr.com/donnabenevientosimpingzone/742312364040454144/hey-just-a-heads-up-that-the-rl-team-recently
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writingroom21 · 6 months ago
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The Nanny
Pairing: Rafe x Nanny Reader
Summary: Being Wheezie's nanny was great. The only downside was dealing with the oldest Cameron, Rafe. What happens when his fascination with the nanny becomes a reality?
Warnings: Angst, mention of drugs, (Let me know if I missed any)
Wc: 4.8K
A/N: Sorry for the shorter chapter. I got a stomach bug and it's been kicking my ass
Chapter 7: Will we ever be enough?
A thumping noise stirred you from your sleep. Footsteps make their way closer to the bed, quick steps slightly muffled. Crap did you not lock the door last night? The bed shifts right next to you, the person resting their weight there. Your eyes are screwed shut hoping that Rafe will go away and not bother you right now. “Hey get up.” The voice is feminine definitely not Rafe. Peaking one eye open you see Wheezie sitting in front of you. Jumping up, you give her a big hug, pulling her super close. “Jesus you’re going to squeeze me to death.”Even though she protests, her arms are squeezing you just as tight. 
“Sorry I just missed you.” You say as you pull back. Looking at the alarm clock you see that it is nine in the morning.  “What happened while I was gone?” Wheezie’s words cause you to freeze, shoulders tensing at the thought of the past week. “Why would you think that something happened?” Your words spew out more than coming out calmly like you intended. She just gives you a strange look, her eyes glint behind her glasses. Her stare is making you squirm in your spot, it’s like she was deciphering what was plaguing your mind.
“Well I have been gone a whole week so wanted to see what you were up to. But now I’m thinking something actually did happen.” Her look is questioning, wanting you to tell her what happened but mostly to see if she was right in her thoughts. One of her friends had texted her saying she saw you and Rafe together in his truck. She didn’t believe them at first, I mean come one there’s no way. Everything Rafe did seemed to annoy you, to be fair he had that effect on everyone. But to think that of you two together was weird, Wheezie wouldn’t mind it would just take some time to get used to.
“Nothing happened. It was a boring week without everyone.” You nonchalantly say, shrugging it off and getting up from the bed. Since everyone was back it’s best if you got ready and did something today. “So nothing made Rafe destroy part of the living room last night? Dad was pretty mad when he saw what Rafe did.” Your actions hault, the shirt in your hands slipping back to the drawer it came from. “Rafe did what?” You practically shout as you turn to her. “When we got home today dad found Rafe in the living room. It looked like he was throwing some stuff around last night. I’m surprised that his yelling didn’t wake you up.” She watches you as you gather your clothes, not really saying anything.
“It’s okay if something did happen, I wouldn’t be upset.” Wheezie is being honest. The more she thought about it the more she realized it would be nice. You are already part of the family and she loves you. Not to mention Rafe seems happier around you, she noticed that he isn’t as rude or violent when you are around. It made her happy to see him like that. It brought her back to when she was really young and Rafe cared about her before he changed. It was comforting for her to know that even in all that hate, her brother was still deep down there just waiting to come out.
She just watches as you keep your back turned to her, walking to the bathroom. Right before you walked in you looked over your shoulder at her. “Nothing happened Wheeze.” With that you went in, getting ready for the day. Letting the hot water melt away the tension in your body. When you got back into your room Wheezie was laying on your bed scrolling through tiktoks. “Can I just say I missed the internet while I was gone. Getting up to date on everything in one morning is very tiring.” She exaggerates flopping her body around once she hears you enter. “You were only gone for a week. How much could you have possibly missed?” You detangle your hair as she keeps talking. 
“You don’t get it. All of my friends have been going to the parties now, things happen at those. Like this one guy was caught making out with another girl besides his girlfriend at the bonfire the other day. Can you imagine that? What a dick to even hookup with someone when you are seeing someone else.” By the look on your face she can tell that she messed up. That the fun story she thought would lift your moods actually seemed to make it worse. Her eyes widened when she realized that you were the girlfriend and Rafe was the dick that two timed you. Can’t really say girlfriend but the notion still stands, he was seeing you and then did that.
“Oh my go-” “Why don’t we go off the island and do something fun today? It's not even elven yet so we can catch the ferry and go shopping or something.” Your words are rushed, kinda mumbling together from how fast they came out. It’s one thing for Wheezie to be prying into what happened over this week. Now it's another thing for her to be connecting the dots just by telling one story. You know she can tell you were a part of it, the look of sorrow has infiltrated her face. She just doesn’t have to know that Rafe was the guy that hurt you like that. She says your name.
“Wheeze drop it.” If only your words were that simple or that Wheezie actually listened. “I’m sorry I didn’t kno-” 
“Wheeze it’s okay. I was seeing some guy and he was apparently seeing other people as well. It sucks but it happened. All I can do is move on and not let it get to me. Now get up and let’s go. We have the day ahead of us.” Reluctantly Wheezie gets up and follows you out of the room. Just as you were about to get to the stairs the door to Rafe’s room opened, causing the two of you to meet face to face again. His eyes are red, you can’t tell if it’s from crying or being high out of his mind. Rafe’s eyes flicker around your face and catch the glimpse of Wheezie behind you.
All he wants is to grab you by the arm and drag you into his room. That way you would be forced to talk to him. Let him explain how he doesn’t want to hurt you, how he doesn;t want to be the person you are afraid of. He can handle the frightened looks from others, the ones that scream he’s a psycho but he can’t handle it from you. He doesn’t want to be like your dad, he doesn’t want to make you feel small. Rafe just wants you to smile again, to hear your laugh even just for a moment. Then he remembers the look on your face last night. The disgust as he tried to explain himself. Just that reminder was enough for the steel walls to come back up and for him to brush past you like nothing.
“What no comment today?” Wheezie jests at her brother, testing out the waters. If she’s right she has to know. “Nothing to comment about. Stop being a little shit.” Rafe snaps back, continuing his trek down the stairs. It shouldn’t sting this much knowing he has nothing to say to you. It still does, a sharp pain radiating in your chest, constricting and then relaxing before repeating the cycle. Once you get by the front door you realize that your car is still broken down at John B’s. “You have got to be kidding me.” You whisper
“What’s up?” Wheezie asks. “I totally forgot that my car broke down yesterday and we now have no way to the main island.” Just before the other girl can answer, Rafe interrupts. “I can take you, Just get in the truck.” His keys jiggle in his hands as he walks to the door. “NO!” Wheezie yells making the both of you look at her. Rafe gives her a look, to anyone else they would be scared but she just rolls her eyes at him. “It’s supposed to be a girls day hence no boys allowed. I see Sarah pulling in anyway, we’ll just ask her if she wants to tag along.” She explains as she drags you out the house and into Sarah’s car without any warning.
“Wheeze what the hell?” Sarah exclaims, staring at the youngest sibling for answers. “Drive Rafe is trying to take us to the mainland because someone's car is broken.” The explanation was all she needed to put the car in drive and speed off. “You told her about Rafe? I knew you were close but I thought you would keep that one to yourself.” Wheezie shrieks. “It was Rafe! I knew it.” Her words die down as you disconnect from the conversation. You look at the back window to catch as Rafe walks out locking eyes with yours as you leave.
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“What do you think about this one?” You ask, holding up a top to your chest. “I like that color on you.” Sarah points out, grabbing a few tops to try on. “Yeah maybe Rafe will get jealous when he sees how many people hit on you.” This is the third time Wheezie has mentioned him since Sarah accidently spilled the beans.The first was in the car directly after. “When did it start? Like where you and Rafe always a thing or did this just happen? I’m just confused by this.” Sarah had shot her a death glare and told her to cut it out.
The second time happened two stores in on your shopping spree. Well more like taking them shopping as you get a few things for yourself. “I’m sorry Rafe did that to you. I stand by what I said earlier he’s a dick.” You just sighed, pushing some jeans around to find your size. “Don’t say that he’s your brother. He messed up but that’s a part of being human. I can be upset because he hurt me but you can’t fault him for making a mistake.” You eye her by peripheral vision.
“He hurt you and you’re upset about it. I’m upset he hurt you.” She huffs. “Exactly Wheeze he hurt me. I have a right to be upset with him. He didn’t hurt you, it’s sweet that you care about mt. He’s still your brother and making mistakes is a part of life, don't be too hard on him, okay.” You place a hand on her shoulder rubbing a small circle. “Fine but I still think he’s dumb.” You chuckle as Sarah walks over. “What do you think?”
Which brings you back to third, now. “I don’t need him to be jealous. It doesn't matter.” You put the top back and dig around for more. “So you wouldn’t care if you saw Rafe with someone else?” Bile tries to crawl it way up and you have to try hard to keep it down. The thought  alone was awful enough to make you feel like crying. “Wheeze leave her alone.” Sarah scolds her younger sister. Trying to convey that this is not the time to be talking like that. “No it’s okay. I wouldn’t care, he can do whatever he wants.” Lie.
It would crush you, physically break you. You’ve always been a second choice your whole life. Parents always loved each other more than you. Most of your friends from school don’t even talk to you, deciding it was better to cut you out and all stay friends. Second in your family, second in social life, and now second in love life. Seeing him happy with another person would hurt the most. 
Rafe was one of the only people who seemed to actually pay attention to you. Sure at first it bugged the shit out of you due to all the flirting. But you could see the way he noticed the small details about you. Asking about the current tv show you are watching even though you never mentioned it to him. Or when he gets Wheezie a treat and happens to get your favorite as well. Nothing with him felt like you were second best. Yeah you knew about his reputation with girls yet it didn’t matter because he never treated them like that. Now all you can see is how he did all of it just to sleep with you. It was never genuine and he never wanted something deeper. 
Giving up on finding any other clothes, you just watch as the girls shop. Giving input on which items they should get or what they should pair it with. It goes like that for a couple more stories until you all decide to go get an early dinner and head back to the island. Missing the Ferry would be a big inconvenience so it’s better to be early. 
“You know there’s this party going on tomorrow night. We should all go.” You and Sarah stare at Wheezie. Did she just really suggest going to a party together? “Wheeze I literally nanny you. Taking you to a party would probably get me fired.” You laugh while taking a bite of your chicken alfredo. “You’re practically Sarah’s nanny too and you go to parties with her.” She argues. “One Sarah is older than you and I am not her nanny. Two, you are just going into highschool. It would be weird if I was bringing you to parties or even encouraging that.” You argue back.
Truth be told you actually don’t want to go at all. If there’s a party then Rafe will be there, he always is. It’s bad enough you have to deal with him now at the house, seeing him outside would just be torture. “How about we stay in and watch movies?” You suggest, mostly hoping that she will take the bait. “Come on please can we just go? All of my friends are going to be there, I can’t be the only one not going.” Just as you were about to speak Sarah cuts in. “Wheeze she’s right. If dad found out you went to a party and she as so much even knew, he would fire her. Your friends shouldn’t even be going to those parties to begin with.” Who knew Sarah could be the word of wisdom.
Sighing, Wheezie gives up trying, rather choosing to finish her food. “You should at least go and have fun. Show Rafe what he’s missing.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you. You just look down at your plate, avoiding eye contact so you don’t have to answer her. “We should finish so we can head out before it’s too late.” The two other girls nod their heads. The rest of the dinner had awkward silence. No one knew what to say, you didn’t want to keep talking about Rafe but Wheezie had so many questions. Poor Sarah wanted to help you out but she also had questions.
The middle Cameron knew when she should leave topics to rest, knowing that pushing you too much would cause issues. From experience she knows you don’t like to share things, she only really knows basic things. Maybe a few more personal information but nothing too crazy. It never bothered Sarah because no matter what you are still a great friend. On the other hand it bothers Wheezie how closed off you can be. She has questions and she wants answers to them.
She’s curious on how this even started, was it you or was it Rafe? Had to be Rafe she thought. Did you want the two of you to be together? Duh or you wouldn’t be so heartbroken. But mostly she wants to know what Rafe could do to make everything okay. What he did still makes her upset but she believes that he’s better with you. The car and Ferry ride back home was just Wheezie thinking. She just had to get the two of you to see eye to eye. If she could do that then everything will be okay even better than okay.
“Hey John B just texted me to say that he and JJ fixed up your car.” Sarah looks over at you. The view from the Ferry turns into Sarah’s face as you pan over to her. “Really?” You shift in your seat, sitting up a little straighter. “Yeah I can take you once we get back. That way you can have your car.” You smile at the blonde girl thanking her. You just want to get home now, tired from the day.
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“Well hello there gorgeous.” JJ shouts from the dock next to John B’s House. Sarah had just dropped you off, taking Wheezie back home so she can be free for the night. “Hey Jayj! Heard you boys fixed up my car.” You smile at the boys making their way over to you. “That we did. Had a leak in your exhaust it caused the engine to stop running.” JJ slaps a hand on John B’s shoulder after the boy just explained the problem. “Don’t worry we fixed her up nice. It will getcha from point A to B in one piece. Hopefully.” JJ jokes thinking he’s funny like usual.
You roll your eyes at the blonde. “Haha, so funny. Can I get my keys now so I can leave? Wouldn’t want to intrude on your make out session.” You tease the boys. It’s been an ongoing joke since you had to watch them one time. They were in middle school then. You weren’t that much older but Luke didn’t like the thought of his son and no good friend alone. It was one of the very few times Luke spent money on his Boy. 
Them being young teen boys started hitting on you and you told them to go make out in the corner. From then on the joke took a life of its own. Anytime they annoyed you the joke always came flying out. “And I thought I was a comedian.” JJ huffs throwing the keys at you to catch them. “Now if you could leave we have some important business to attend to.” John B shoves him off pulling a face of disgust to the other boy. “Take him with you please he won’t leave me alone.”
You laugh as you walk to the car, unlocking the door and opening in. “If I wanted to take Jayj I would have just asked him to come along. It wouldn’t be fair to separate such a happy family.” You say as you get in and start the car. “Fuck you” They yell and flip you off, watching as you back out to the dirt road. 
It seems like when they fixed your exhaust they also put AC fluid in your car. The vents are now blowing cold air instead of hot like it's done for the last two summers. It makes the drive back more enjoyable. Not having to stick with the windows down that just blow hot air at you is life changing. No more muggy car rides that make your clothes stick to your skin. A new car, well slightly new, for a new start. Everything is going to work out.
That mindset was put to rest as soon as you stepped foot into the house. Yelling can be heard from down the hall. “What is so wrong with you that you can’t seem to stop yourself from fucking up?” Ward's voice echoes down the hall. “You can’t do anything right can you? I swear Rafe I wonder if you even are my kid. How could you when all you do is cause me headaches. Sarah isn’t like this, why can’t you be more like her?” Footsteps get close to you, panicking you try to leave but run into Wheezie. “I’m sorry I was just trying to ask him questions and dad overheard. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
She’s crying into your arms, her grip tight. “Wheeze what did you do?” Her glossy eyes look up at you. “I was asking him how he could mess up what you had. Dad overheard and then started yelling at him. I don’t know what to do.” You brush her hair to sooth her, feeling bad for the crying girl. “Where are they?”
“Dad’s study.” she squeaks out. “Okay. Go to your room, I'll find you after.” Your feet carry you closer to the room. Listening closely you can hear Rafe’s voice now. “Sarah? Are you fucking kidding me? Sarah has run off time after time with John B and the rest of them. She has left you more times than I can count and she’s still your favorite?” You can tell he’s hurt, you can hear it in his voice. This conversation is an exact replica to the others you have heard. 
“Don’t start this again. Just because you keep screwing up doesn’t mean you can bring Sarah down. She’s a kid, she’s still learning.” Ward yells back. “What about me?” Rafe yells. “I’m your kid too. I have done everything to make you see that I care. I’m the only one who actually wants to continue the family business. I’m the one who has had your back this whole time. Sarah doesn’t care about you, why can’t you get that.”
You are right outside the door now. Rafe and Ward are standing in the middle of the room staring at each other. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near the account now then you’re just as stupid as I think you are.” You gasp but thankfully it wasn’t heard. “What?” Rafe’s confused, he was promised this account before his dad left for the trip. “You heard me. I left you for a week and you screwed the nanny. On top of that you cheat on her and trash the house up. I don’t know how many times I have given you a chance and you never change.”
“Nah you gave me that account before you left. I fucked up I know but you can’t just take that from me. I’ve worked hard for it and you can’t deny that. You can’t just take this from me for a mistake.” Were you the mistake or making out with Sofia? You shake the thought out of your head, it doesn’t matter. “No Rafe, a mistake is forgetting to buy something at the store you need. You took something good and fucked it up like you always do. That girl is better off without you anyway.” Rafe’s shoulders deflate at his fathers words. “Yes I can take this account and I will. Clearly you can not be trusted for anything.” You see Ward move around the room, scared he will catch you, you try to back away. The only issue was the floorboard squeaking and giving you away.
Both men look toward the door seeing half of you standing there, the other half blocked by the door. Ward calls your name out. “Can you come in here please?” Reluctantly you make your way into the room, eyes trained to the floor. “How much of that did you hear?” Ward asks. You look up making eye contact with Rafe before looking at the older Cameron. “Practically all of it.” You answer.
“You’re wrong by the way. Rafe didn’t do anything wrong, we weren’t together. He’s free to do whatever he pleases. Wheezie caught on to what happened and took it too far because she thought she was helping me. I honestly don’t care that it happened.” Rafe’s eyes are burning into your face. “He shouldn’t be punished for living his life. I know I may be over stepping here and you might want to let me go. But it wouldn’t be right if I stood here and watched him get in trouble for something that isn’t a big deal.”
Your eyes meet Rafe’s again after you finish. The blues in his seem so dull, almost lifeless. “No one is going to fire you. You’ve been good to us, I'm not letting that go. I appreciate you defending him but he needs to learn to fight his own battles.” Rafe shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I’m not defending him, ‘m telling the truth.” They open again watching you closely. “Then I guess everything is fine. You can keep the account.” Wards simply states and walks out the room. 
Heavy breathing is the only thing heard in the room for a moment. “I don’t need your help. Save it for someone else.” Rafe tries to brush past you, your hand stops him from getting far. “Are you kidding me right now?” He just stares at you, blank stare meeting your angry gaze. “You shouldn’t have done that. I don’t need you to help me. I could have handled that myself.” A scoff leaves your lips, hand falling from his arm.
“I did it to be nice because no one deserves to be yelled at like that. If your head is too stuck up your ass to see that you shouldn’t be treated like that then I’ll see myself out. I don’t need you to yell at me for doing something nice for you.” You try to walk around him but he steps in front of you. “Exactly I don’t need you to do something nice after I hurt you. Oh sorry I forgot that it meant nothing so I shouldn’t feel bad. Should’ve known this was some sick ploy for you to be the better person.” His words strike you, their venom flooding your system.
“Is that what you really think about me? That I would go so low to make you feel shitty. News flash Rafe the world doesn’t revolve around you. I don’t spend my days planning ways to destroy your life. I hate the way he talks to you, always have and I won’t be the reason why. I meant everything I said when we were together. It’s okay that you didn’t but don’t make me feel bad for something I didn’t do.”
You walk past him, reaching the door when he speaks again. “I freaked out. Kelce was saying dumb shit and I freaked out. I didn’t think you wanted more so I just…” His sentences fall short, Rafe trying to tie the words together in his brain. “So you just decided to be with someone else?” You bite back, wanting him to feel the pain you are. He exhales, his walls building back up, blocking off the confession on the tip of his tongue. The hope you gave him when you said you hated how his dad treats him dies. She will never trust you. “Yeah, I just decided that.” It’s better to just agree with you. Arguing has gotten nowhere and the truth falls onto deaf ears. 
You may have confessed that you meant what you had said, yet it didn’t matter to him. The key word being meant in your sentence. It doesn’t matter if he wants to say how much he cares about you, that the thought of not having you physically pains him, or how these past two days he can’t do anything but take bumps of coke. None of it matters because however you felt was clearly long gone. It was time for him to do the same, he needed to move on from you. The way your eyes shine at him tell him how much you don’t care, how little he means to you.
The urge to be high is scratching Rafe’s insides as he just looks at you. The pain slowly fades to numbness as he looks at the hate in your eyes. The clear baggy full of white powder burns a hole in his pocket, begging him to take a hit. “I didn’t want to hurt you. You won’t have to worry about me again. I’m sorry.” This time it’s Rafe who is leaving you, walking into the hall and past you like nothing. 
“What do you mean I don’t have to worry about you?” Your voice wavers, worried about what he means. He just keeps walking, not paying attention to you. “Rafe.” He looks at you, eyes scanning your face. “I mean I won’t be in your way. I’ll stay as far away from you as I can. You’ll be happier that way.” With that he just leaves. He knew Ward was right, you are better off without him. He’s seen it first hand how happy you can be when he isn’t there to bring down the mood. 
Even if he did love you, he was too damaged to deserve you.
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schumachersnightmare · 9 months ago
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Could you do one for Fernando Alonso with wife reader where she catch him doing one of the Tiktok's video (the one where he's spinning in front of the microwave🤭) and she tease him about it. And he accidently posted it with her reaction of him doing it and the Internet went wild! I don't know if it make sense. Add something you'd like though. Thanks!!
Ahh I absolutely love this request!! I love that tiktok so much. I'm such a softy for Fernando I had to write this one first. Hope you like it!
OG tiktok
BTS tiktok
Word count: 650+
Warnings: None just pure fluff
The season has yet to begun but everyone was at the factory in full swing. Fernando was called in to start his usual preseason requirements, seat fit, simulator, briefings, and of course media duties.
“Just a little more carino, then we can leave.” Fernando said as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before being pulled away by Jimmy, the social media manager. Lance always seemed to disappear whenever the camera came out, leaving Fernando to fill in the gaps.
Your stomach growled. Lunch had been a few hours ago and Fernando was nowhere in sight. You walked over to the break room hoping to grab a light snack to hold you over until Fernando was done and the two of you could get dinner.
You pushed the door open and froze.
Your lips tightened together as you tried to contain the laughter building inside you. Little squeaks escaped as you tried your best to just walk around over to the fridge. Your cheeks turning bright red as you watched the scene in front of you unfold.
Your husband had no idea you had even entered the break room. Fernando was focused on making the tiktok. His phone sat in the microwave as he crouched down and slowly spun in a circle.
As soon as he stood up, he was surprised by the eruption of laughter. Fernando turned around towards the fridge where his wife was bent over in hysterics, one hand holding onto the fridge for support.
“It's funny, no?” Fernando asked, thinking you were laughing at his tiktok and not the behind the scenes view you had. “Jimmy and I thought of it together! It's good, no?” He asked as he walked over and slid his arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. His hand danced up and down your side as your face pressed into his shoulder as you tried to calm yourself down, tears spilling onto his shirt.
“It's funny, Nando, it really is.” you wheezed as you wiped the tears from your eyes. Your lips pressed against the scruffy facial hair on his cheek before you stood up properly. “It's great, I think you captured the essences of pizza rolls perfectly.” You teased him and he rolled his eyes at you before his fingers attacked you, tickling your sides in retaliation.
The rest of the day continued as usual. Fernando and you shared dinner together before cuddling up in bed for the night. Your head rested on his shoulder as you scrolled through social media. That's when the Aston Martin account popped up on your tiktok. The video was pretty funny you had to admit. Fernando peaked over to take a look to see what you were giggling at. A smile grew across his face as he watched his beautiful wife giggling in his arms watching his tiktok. Giggles continued to spill from your lips as you went through the comments.
User1: old man has really lost it this time
User2: No! Don't microwave us!
User3: is that y/n in the background?
User4: yea she's in the behind the scenes
User5: Let! Him! Cook!
Behind the scenes? You didn't remember any behind the scenes video being shot. You clicked on the profile and scrolled until it popped up. Sure enough, there you were looking like a tomato trying to not laugh at your man-child husband before completely breaking down when he finished filming.
“Nando!” You yelped as you lightly slapped his chest and shoved your phone in his face. He chuckled as he looked at it and the comments. All the comments on the behind the scenes video were about you and your slow descent into hysterics. Everyone online was obsessing over you and your relationship with your husband. There were dozens of not hundreds of comments talking about how cute you two were together.
“I might have to give up my tiktoker of the year award.” He teased as he brushed the hair out of your bright red face.
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Let me know if there's anything I could improve on formatting wise, normally I double space when I write in my editor but to me it looks like a lot between paragraphs on here, however if you prefer it let me know. Thanks!
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transformers-spike · 9 days ago
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Random!Blitzwing vore, but it's actually a glorified cunnilingus. Yes you gotta put this on the internet for everyone to see
Idk what to say. I personally don't do vore, but I know for a fact Blitzwing's random personality is into that (even if he doesn't know what it is) So here. Come get your mush
Inside the mines you were exploring just a minute ago, you shoot Blitzwing an exasperated glare as he brings you to his eye level. The face before you is a horror movie amalgamation of shadow creature and Tumblr Sexyman, razor sharp teeth cocked into a smile. “Can’t you just let me go?” you say, having experienced the same situation for the third time this week. Nothing has been clearly established yet, but considering the many occasions he’s fingerbanged you, you’re sure your fragile human self must mean something to the giant killing machine. Admittedly, judging by the overexcited grin he’s giving you, things are bound to get weird unless his other faces intervene. He tilts his head at you like a hungry tiger observing the mouse he just caught.
“Now why would I do that?” he asks, accent thick and clear. You have to remind yourself it’s because there’s something wrong with his translator, not that he’s a giant robot built by German officials to destroy Detroit and all its inhabitants as payback for the Second World War.
You point at the metal behemoth approaching through the mine’s entrance, far enough for you to look like a spec in Blitzwing’s hand, and you wonder for a moment if it’s safer for Blitzwing to splatter you against the wall or wait until his pal gets his two massive claws on you. In a moment of pure, unperturbed genius, Blitzwing flings you into his mouth like a kid chucking a bubblegum ball.
Whirling in the air doing a full, dizzying 360, you land face first against a squishy metal mass you assume to be his tongue. It’s too dark to see anything, the kind of pitch blackness only present in underground caverns. So, you do the right thing and fish out the fleshlight you brought specifically to explore the mine before your giant robot bitch plucked you from the ground. Flicking it on, you realize this could very well be a cave if it wasn’t for the stench of motor oil and exhaustion fluid prying your nostrils open. You wheeze and sputter, burying your nose in your sleeve as your teary eyes try to make sense of the other two paths perpendicular to your own, separated by a huge dark gullet at the center, deeper than the Mariana Trench. It’s then it actually hits you; “Oh shit, I forgot about the other two heads.”
Then the tongue below you starts to squirm like a worm being plucked out of the dirt.
You fall back on your ass and push yourself as far away from that thing as humanly possible, up until your shoulders hit the inside of his teeth. There’s a commotion outside, and try as you might, you can’t catch his attention by banging against the inside of his mouth while yelling “GET ME OUT OF HERE I DON’T WANT TO GET PROBED BY YOUR TENTACLE TONGUE!”
The lack of an answer leaves you vulnerable to the apparatus rubbing up against your legs. You snap them shut as hard as you can, but you’ve clearly underestimated its alien determination. With an impressive if not outright criminal prehensility, it slips into your pants. Hentai flashbacks fill your mind with giant DANGER pulsing bright red. You try to kick it away and conceal the arousal leaving you especially hot in the desert that is his mouth – humiliation growing as your attempts falter and you spread your thighs just a bit to let it slip down to your entrance.
You’re going to tear Blitzwing piece by piece with your bare hands once you get out of here, but for now you can only squeeze your eyes shut and whimper as it enters you over and over again, fully aware of the embarrassing wetness having built up when he first caught you sneaking around the place. You throw your head back and groan, forgoing any form of dignity as you fuck yourself with his tongue, meeting every movement of with jubilation.
As the noises die down behind you, you drill through your second rock bottom by taking off your pants and underwear. You tuck them under your arms like the world’s saddest security blanket and bite your lip as the tongue drags across your stomach and back to your crotch before slipping back in for just a second…
Before Blitzwing’s mouth opens up and he pulls you out. Dripping with your own fluids, the expression of shock on your face is replaced with one of righteous fury – then shame – then fury again.
“You…” you falter, red in the face, “you fucking degenerate.”
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siriuslysatorusimping · 11 months ago
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Fight Me? (Gojo Satoru one-shot)
This is based on the following:
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Nurse!Gojo falling for a grumpy lil Rinko in this short and sweet AU one-shot 💕
It is fluffy and cute and I really enjoyed writing this silly lil thing 🥹
Also, happy early birthday Gojo Satoru!
I'll try to get the amusement park Another Level Extra done and posted by tomorrow 😊
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Fight Me?
“Good morning, Kurisaki-chan,” the nurse’s annoyingly chipper voice sang as he entered the room. “Wakey, wakey!”
“Fight me,” Rinko mumbled, trying to shield her eyes with a pillow when he flipped the lights on.
“Maybe later, Kurisaki-chan,” Gojo replied cheerfully, prying the pillow from her face. His stunning blue eyes smiled down at her from behind the white hair that fell in a messy mop across his forehead. “Can’t if you suffocate yourself while I’m trying to take your vitals, though.”
He wrapped the blood pressure cuff around her arm and began pumping air into it, his eyes staying firmly on the gauge as it inflated.
“Did you sleep okay?” he asked as he jotted the numbers down. “Comfy enough?”
She hadn’t, which was to be expected since she was in a hospital. Her least favorite place on earth. The constant beeping of all the machines and the hustle and bustle just outside the door didn’t help the ambiance, either. But she would admit that it was a bit more comfortable than usual because he’d been kind enough to get her extra pillows before he’d left the previous evening. 
“Fine until someone blinded me at-” she glanced at the clock on the wall, “-seven in the morning.” She scowled at his giant grin. “Did you have to turn all the lights on?”
“How else would I be able to see your pretty face?” he teased. His lips pulled into a smirk when the beeping of the heart rate monitor sped up, and he winked before walking toward the door. “Remember, if you need anything, just press the little button, and I’ll come to the rescue!”
He flipped the lights back off and closed the door behind him.
It wasn’t fair of him to be attractive and flirty with her when she felt - and probably looked - like death.
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She glared out of the little fortress of pillows she’d created as the door opened, his familiar voice chiming excitedly.
“You know what time it is,” Gojo called, his grin widening at the sight of her protective barrier.
“Fight m-” the words choked off when the air caught in her lungs, and she hunched over as the coughs rattled her chest.
He patted her back gently before giving her a serious look when she was finally able to breathe again.
“I can’t fight you, Kurisaki-chan,” he stated matter-of-factly as he wrapped the blood pressure cuff around her bicep. “You’d win. And those other assholes over at the nurse’s station would never let me live it down. They’d probably film it, too, and then it would end up on the internet, and then I’d never be able to leave my house again.”
The wheezing laugh escaped before she could stop it, causing his face to break into a giant, boyish grin. His already brilliant eyes somehow shined brighter when he smiled like that. She found herself blinking up at him stupidly as he turned his attention back to his task.
He had dimples.
There was that damn beeping.
“Bit faster than it was when I took it earlier,” he observed. Her neck felt hot, especially when his grin turned smug, but he just jotted down the numbers and placed her pillows back where they had been.
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Her brow furrowed in confusion when she heard Gojo’s voice just outside her door.
He had been in earlier to get her vitals before he left for the evening, so she wasn’t sure what he was doing back. The only thing she could think of was if they needed more bloodwork, which made her actually want to fight him.
The door opened, and he slipped inside, holding his left hand behind his back. She knew he could see the panic in her eyes, but it shifted into a glare when he laughed.
“I’m a bit hurt you’re so upset to see me,” Gojo teased, his lips pulling into a pout. “You can breathe easy. I’m not here to poke or prod you again, Kurisaki-chan.”
“What are you hiding, then?” she asked suspiciously. “If you have a damn needle, I’ll-”
“Threaten to fight me?” he asked, eyes shining with amusement. She leaned over, trying to see what he had, and he tutted. “Ah, ah. No peeking. I have a gift for you since you’ve been such a model patient this week, right now excluded.”
Rolling her eyes, she gave him a slightly unimpressed look.
“What kind of gift?”
“Just a little something to remember me by,” he stated happily. “You’ll most likely get discharged tomorrow, but I won’t be here since it’s my day off. Soooo-” he pulled his hand from behind his back to dramatically brandish a small stuffed panda, “-I wanted to give you this. You can look at him and think about the best nurse you’ve ever met in your life.”
Her eyebrows shot up at the sight of the stuffed animal, a surprised laugh escaping at the fact that it was wearing scrubs and had a felt stethoscope draped around its neck. It was cute.
The boyish grin that showed off his dimples was back. Deep cerulean blue made her feel like she was drowning. When her eyes met his, she felt her neck heat up when the damn beeping sped up like it always did.
“Thank you,” she murmured, gnawing on her bottom lip. “And thank you for being so kind this week. Sorry if I was a bit rude-”
“I don’t take it personally,” he cut her off, still smiling. “You clearly aren’t a fan of hospitals. Most people aren’t. But I do like to think my incredible charm makes it a bit more bearable.”
“A bit,” she conceded, unable to fight the urge to return his grin. “Thank you again. And for- the gift.”
“It was my pleasure,” he replied easily, moving back to the door. “Now, I’m heading out for the night. Take care of that little guy, yeah? I know it’s a big responsibility, but I think you’re up for the task after I did such a great job caring for you.” He paused at the door. “But if you forget, I left some instructions in his pocket to help you remember!”
He tossed her a wink before he was gone, and she blinked stupidly after him. 
Pursing her lips, she reached into the tiny pocket curiously to find a torn piece of notebook paper folded up. Another laugh escaped before she could stop it as she read his scribbled ‘instructions.’
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Fun anecdote: years ago, when I was in the hospital, a student nurse came into the room at 7:30 after I'd barely slept at all, flipped the lights on, and was like, "GOOD MORNING, [KIKO]. MY NAME IS KATE. HOW DID YOU SLEEP? I'M HERE TO CHECK YOUR VITALS-" and I feel like the fact that I still remember her fucking name after all these years tells you enough about how much I hated her in that moment.
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ofdarklands · 6 months ago
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level 90 at last!
so! about black mage
i've been thinking how to describe playing black mage, and i think the simile i used this morning in chat works well enough:
black mage feels like trying to run with a pot full of boiling water in my hands. with other jobs i feel light and agile, but black mage plays like how seeing emet selch as solus run would feel. look at that guy go. i didn't know spines could do that! you can hear his knees crunch, also
mechanically, it's really not nearly as bad as i feared it to be, even though i don't think i'd managed to figure out a decent rotation myself on the first or even third try so, thank you internet people for the guides!
anyway, the boiling pot wheezing trot sensation is not unique to it, though it is the most noticeable of all the casting classes i've played. i'd say rdm>summoner>whm>>blm in increasing awkwardness
so, while i acknowledge that blm is an optimizer's paradise to get the Biggest Booms, probably, playing it feels like it's almost fighting against the game instead of flowing with it and due to that it's just not very enjoyable, for me. it's got the same inflexible rotation that makes dragoon my least played class despite it being very canon for mitr'a
and from a physical perspective my fingers are not very precise on the keyboard, so i tend to fuck up the routine by accident quite often and then i have to correct it or start over and eeeehhhhhh. and my can't-remember-to-click-despair situation. dunno what the problem is with that one, to be quite honest. brain said no i guess :( that one's on me
woops this got longer than i thought so have a readmore
the good:
aforementioned big damages, when i manage to keep the rotation on track. sadly not as much of a plus for me, personally, but it's relevant still
against one enemy, getting immersed in the rotation can be pretty fun, until the 5 aoes come, the boss leaves the arena, and i sigh deeply while creakily running around, not casting
lasso spell goes brrr. it's got a very funny sound effect, in my heart
the 'return to leylines' spell is also great. i've used it mostly to instantly dodge when there's more than 2 sequential aoes. you can play around with these two spells
shoutout to the simplified job gauge for letting you actually understand anything about it. sure it's 3.5 things to keep track of, but for 2 of them you get informed about their readiness with convenient sounds and flashing borders so whatever
big staff to hit people with
cone hat funny
big lb meteorites. very good very cackling
the bad:
moving feels heavy, even when using the instant cast abilities. i keep lagging behind the group even in normal content, and sometimes clicking the right person to yeet to can be a bit hard in alliances or wall to walls. this class needs to do some cardio
clicking fire IV 3 times, then 1 fire I then fire IV 3 more times is. very boring. sorry. rotation 40 years long and rigid like the brutalism. the funnest parts are the thunder procs and the ice phase before going back to fire and the occasional instant cast. oh you sneezed and misclicked and dropped your fire badge thingies on the floor? sorry idiot you get to start over from the top, but sadder this time
this one i only noticed here at the end, but i feel it's very important, maybe more than the rotation: the best and biggest animations it has are the ones for the ice spells, which you use the least. xenoglossy, foul and flare are also good. amplifier, manafont and triple cast feel nice and dramatic to use. paradox i just got but it's also nice with the color mix. the rest i don't even remember, had to go cast them on a dummy. it's fireballs and fire columns it's all fireballs! the blm animations have a lot of boom but they need more heft, if that makes sense? more flying shit going from you to the target, shit shrapneling from the target, rings of fire, fiery eldritch runes, anything. if rdm can shoot 50 explosive roses at a guy for some reason and drk can summon shields of runes, blm can do something fancy also. casting a finisher skill called 'despair' should look like i'm sucking their souls out through a straw
also more casting positions. summoner has a lot and they're pretty different! they got floating symbols and shit. blm has 'slightly crouched' and 'staff held high' in variation 1 and 2, and that's about it from what i can tell besides the selfbuff ones. add some evil runes at least. the paradox wide armed one (i think you float a little?) is a good addition though
anyway, final verdict: it's a good class, but it's very rigid and inflexible to get Big Damages, which is not an exciting exchange, for me. i prefer to be nimble and do less damage but have a more varied and forgiving rng based rotation. also more utility skills! i miss peloton or having a group shield or heal, or even rdm's rez; makes me feel actually useful instead of being just a giant cone hat that produces flamethrower on command. i don't think i'll play it too often, i'm afraid, even though it's a perfectly alright class, and i'm sure i'll get better with time
HOWEVER. if dawntrail allows blm to throw meteorites outside of lbs i might reconsider. they can be small! even magical molotov cocktails if we must. but i want physical flamming objects to hit my enemies and i want to see the animations do that with some flair. just ole fire and spite booms and a couple icicles is not enough. i want to flatten them
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shmothman · 2 years ago
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This is nothing but I had to write it anyway. Someone please explain memes to this man. Source: I can’t keep up with the kids’ memes either. (500 words)
Clavell’s tentative call of your name makes you look up from your work, losing your place in the seemingly endless excel sheets before you. You blink the strain from your eyes and swivel around to face him—he’s sitting at his desk, hands steepled before him. You’ve seen him like this before: he’s been thinking hard about something.
“Hm?”
“You seem… good with the students,” he starts, and you already know where this is going—your lips start to quirk upwards before he can finish, “would you say that you’re… hip?”
You purse your lips—trying your best not to laugh—and roll your shoulders: you’ve been sitting at the computer for far too long. “I wouldn’t say I’m hip, no.”
He frowns. “But you understand their slang.”
“Sometimes,” you admit with a shrug. “But kids are always coming up with new things that I don’t get.”
“You seem very capable of keeping up with them,” he presses. “How do you do it?”
You give a short, self-derisive laugh. “It’s ‘cause I’m on poke-twitter too much.”
“Really?” He asks, his interest clearly piqued. “That allows you to keep up with the slang?”
You know where this is headed, and you instantly know that you need to put a stop to it. “Sorta, but I promise it’s not worth it.”
“Why not?”
You lean back in your chair with a sigh, crossing your arms behind your neck and your ankles before you. “That place is a hellscape, Clavell. People are, like…” how on earth do you describe the drama of the internet? “…Really mean to each other.”
His brows are knitted in concentration. “Ah,” he says. “Like the cyber-bullying.”
Well, he’s at least heard of that term.
“Yeah, but that’s not even all of it. The stupidest stuff happens on there, all the time.”
He gives a hum of displeasure. “I just want to be able to… connect with the students more,” he says, and you know how he feels. It’s clear in everything he does that he cares about them, that he wants to be able to meet them on as equal a footing as possible. But dear god they’d eat him alive on poke-twitter.
You smile gently. “What did you hear that’s got you thinking about this?”
He puts his head in his hands, his voice coming slightly muffled as he replies: “I walked past a group of boys, and one of them let his Foongus out of its poke-ball. The other three immediately said, ‘uh-moh-gus,’ and then ‘sus.’”
You let out a wheezing laugh that makes you double over in your chair, and Clavell hunches over further.
“What am I missing?” He laments, and you have to take a deep breath to steady yourself.
“Oh god, I’m sorry,” you say, still not containing your laughter well, “I’m sorry.” You finally sober enough to grab your phone from your desk and head over to him, and you know he doesn’t like it when you do it, but you sit on his desk anyway. “Alright,” you say, leaning over to share your screen with him. “This is gonna take a bit.”
A/N: this one goes out to whoever is running the Clavell Twitter account. Also, I’m not on Twitter. But my partner sends me the highlights.
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girlgenius1111 · 7 months ago
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You said you like to keep these things in your asks to read them again - figured it’s the least I can do to try and show how much I appreciate your writing! I apologize in advance for the absolutely excessive length of this, but I’m not well know for my brevity, unfortunately.
Solstrale being so excited at IKEA - my HEART! Mapi is giving such golden retriever energy in the store I am obsessed. Solstrale starting to tear up in the store and yet Ingrid being so gentle and kind, this is simply everything this girl deserves and more. THE SUN MAP MUG? UR AN EVIL GENUIS I LOVE YOU (pun absolutely intended)
“Mapi was just happy to be there” had me giggling as I sat in bed.
“You weren’t…loveable” oh but baby you so are, and you never had to do anything to be deserving of that love. None of us do.
Your ability to write these little splashes of humor in serious moments is just…wistfully wonderful. Your ability to write golden retriever Mapi? God tier.
THE TWENTY THREE TATTOO?! Punch in the mf gut I must admit
I must say I wholeheartedly say that I sympathize with Ingrid’s inability to be chill in any situation. Her tumbling into the room asking about the tattoo is cracking me up lol.
The dichotomy of emotion between Ingrid and her sister, Mapi and Solstrale, and Mapi and Ingrid flows so well and is executed perfectly. I’m in complete and utter awe, in the most complete sense of the words! It just ebbs and flows so perfectly
ABSTINENCE IS KEY IM WHEEZING 😭
“You cried yourself to sleep that night, quietly muffling your sobs in your pillow. It was a sadness that plagued you, mixed with hope. Your parents didn’t love you, you were pretty sure of that. But it seemed like, maybe, Ingrid did.” This is gorgeous. Painful, and yet so so hopeful at the same time. The balance of heartbreak and softness is wonderful.
The phone call 💔 The call backs to Mapis experience with the Spanish camps is such a perfect comparison.
“I am never letting that woman near Solstråle again. I don’t care what I have to do. She’s been hurt enough. I won’t let her be hurt anymore.” INGRID FINALLY FUCKING GETS IT PRAISE THE LORD!
“Of course healing isn’t linear” Judas Priest I am genuinely sitting in bed with tears in my fucking eyes.
Okay their father showing up wasn’t at all what I was expecting but I am sat. Oh god…not Solstrale coming in at the worst time PLEASE GOD NO 😭
“You didn’t mean you wanted them to let you go back to Norway. You wanted them to let you go. The tension in the air thickened at this, as both of them realized what you meant.” This poor GIRL. Mapi swearing on fucking INGRID sent me into the stratosphere…oh how much they love her.
“And maybe it was also the desperation inside yourself, too,  and the ache in your heart that you knew you didn’t need to carry anymore.” No words. All I do is fucking write and I have no words to adequately describe how much perfection exists in this one sentence.
Whew. I truly can’t quite put into words how genuinely perfect this is. To reach the level of heartbreak and emotion that you do is just something phenomenal. It’s something special. How you find the moments of light and mix it with those of the dark, all at the same time. You have this most wonderful gift of being able to portray human emotion in such a raw, real way and I am so endlessly grateful that you choose to share it in this little corner of the internet with us. I’ve adored this series and how you’ve crafted these three and their little household, and will always be sat for any future stories you write about these two - or anyone else for that matter.
Thank you so so much for writing this. Dealing with some of my own personal issues with my own mother and reading this is just…its heartbreak and it’s healing all at the same time.
And ofc, thank you to Bailey as well! Who are we without the planners and helpers in our lives - I think I’d lose my head if summer-princess didn’t remind me where I put it sometimes haha!
i am… speechless?
i want to print this comment out, frame it, and put it up in my room. tattoo it onto my body.
it’s crazy to me how comments on my writing can be so eloquent and beautiful, but you always somehow manage to do that.
seriously i read this with the biggest smile on my face.
it means so, so, SO much to me that not only do you read my work… and enjoy it… you have such strong feelings about it. it blows my mind in the best way.
anyway. going to read this everyday for the rest of my life. i appreciate and love you very much.
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writeforfandoms · 2 years ago
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How Did You Love 9
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This was supposed to be out yesterday but the home internet took a swan dive and there was no way I was formatting all this on my phone. 
You learn something new from Nova, and Dave finally takes his turn. 
Warnings: Swearing, grief, general malaise, feelings of lethargy and inadequacy, mention of blood and injuries.
Word count: 2.3k
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That day was a little… listless. You didn’t do much, honestly. You just… hurt. Your heart ached for these men, for their hurts and their lives and their deaths that hadn’t yet happened. You didn’t even know if they would still happen, not really. Nova hadn’t exactly been clear on what was going to happen, after all. 
Frankie let himself in around noon, took one look at you, and quietly promised that you’d have the day to yourself. Both numb and aching, you nodded, and he left. 
You needed quiet. You needed time. You needed to hurt less. 
But you could at least get some answers. 
Mind made up, you spent the rest of the day working through some things. Some emails, some work, some personal stuff. And you did your level best to block out the blood and the wheezing and the desperation from your dreams. 
Nobody bothered you all day. Frankie was as good as his word. You had no idea what he’d said or done to keep everyone away, but you were grateful all the same. You needed this time to yourself. 
Nobody even knocked to ask you to come to dinner, and you made yourself a quiet meal. Good enough.
Finally, after dark, you decided you were done waiting. You needed to know. 
So you went upstairs. 
“Nova?” You asked quietly, setting down to sit on the roof. You’d brought a blanket and a cup of herbal tea, content to wait as long as it took for them to show up.
Rather to your surprise, Nova appeared beside you very quickly tonight. “Yes, dear?” 
“What happens to the ones I don’t choose?” You looked over at them, searching their galaxy gaze for the truth.
Their brow furrowed, just a little, before clearing again. “Ah,” they sighed. “We had wondered if you would ask.” They were quiet for a moment, and you let them take their time. “The ones you don’t select will go back to their own time.”
Your heart stopped in your chest. “What?” you breathed. 
“There’s no reason for them to stay here,” Nova pointed out with a shrug. “If you don’t select them, that is. They were brought here for you, not for themselves.”
“But they’ll die,” you whispered. 
“Yes. They will.” Nova shook their head a little. “And it will not be your fault, my dear. Not even a little. They had more time, because of you.” They were quiet for a moment. “If it will be a comfort to you, I can promise they will feel no pain.” 
You took a deep breath, very carefully around the sudden lump in your throat, and found you couldn’t speak. You simply nodded. 
“Was there anything else?” Nova asked gently. When you shook your head no, they nodded. “Don’t let this bother you,” they said. “Try to sleep.” 
And then they were gone, leaving you with your whirling thoughts and tears clouding your vision. 
Sleep was a long time coming. 
Knocking on your door woke you, and you groaned softly but hauled yourself out of bed and to the front door. You half-expected Frankie or Marcus, who so far had proved to be the most sensitive.
So you were surprised to find Dave instead. “Um. Hi?”
“Get your shoes.” He looked you over once, assessing. “And a jacket.” 
You blinked. Twice. “Why?”
“We’re going out.”
“We are?” You raised one eyebrow. 
His lips twitched in a little smirk. “You had your day yesterday,” he said, tipping his chin up. “Today you need a walk and a solid meal. It will help. I promise.”
You hesitated, unsure if you actually wanted to go out and be social. It was just… a lot. Everything was a lot. And it was all effort, and you didn’t know that you had the energy for that. 
But something about his voice when he promised made you believe him. So you nodded and went to get properly dressed. 
Dave was still waiting in the doorway when you came back, dressed and ready to go. He nodded once, approving, and led the way. 
“Are we going anywhere in particular?” you asked, unable to entirely quell your curiosity. 
“Not yet.” Dave shrugged, glancing over at you and slowing his pace just a little, allowing you to walk next to him. “For now, walking and fresh air are all I have in mind.” 
Satisfied with that, you nodded your agreement with this plan. The two of you were quiet as you walked, and you let Dave dictate where you went, simply keeping up with him. Which wasn’t a bad thing - it left you free to focus on the sunshine and the faint breeze. 
Fingers at your elbow had you pausing, and Dave nodded to the entrance to a park. You nodded your agreement, and he led the way in. 
“Better?” he asked quietly, tucking his hands in his pockets. 
“Better,” you agreed with a little smile, drawing in a deep breath. It smelled good here, green and earthy and with only bits of traffic smell. “How did you know?” 
His lips quirked and he looked forward again. “It’s worked for me several times,” he admitted slowly, carefully, choosing his words with care. “Shutting yourself away never works. Not for long.” 
“Well, I can’t argue that.” You eyed him for a moment before you decided not to push and instead walked quietly with him for a while longer. “Thank you.”
“For bullying you into a walk?” He was definitely amused now. 
“For giving me a little nudge out of the door.” Your grin was almost certainly not up to your normal standards, but he still relaxed a little and nodded. “What do you do for work?” 
“Government.” He shrugged, stepping off the path to let a jogger go by. “Nothing too exciting.” 
You eyed him, debating if you should push more, when he turned the two of you down a different path. “You mentioned a meal, too.”
“I did.” Looking faintly amused, he steered you off the path and across the grass. “When you’re ready.” 
You looked at him for a few long moments, really looked. He was harder to read than the others, quieter and less emotive. But there was amusement in the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, something warm in the slight quirk of his lips. And, really, you had no reason not to trust him. So you nodded, letting him continue to lead. 
“Do you prefer to have lunch back at the village? Or would you prefer to bring it elsewhere?”
Curiosity piqued, you raised one eyebrow at him. “That’s an option?”
“It is.” Dave’s smirk told you that he knew you were curious… and he wasn’t going to tell you anything more.
With a soft huff, you shrugged. “I think there’s a smaller park close to the village.”
Dave nodded, accepting that, and fingers at your elbow once again guided you where he wanted. 
“What are you hoping for out of all of this?”
Dave didn’t jump, exactly, but he did blink at you. “What do you mean?”
“I mean… Well, there’s an end goal for me,” you said, speaking slowly, figuring it out as you went. “Even if it’s not anything I asked for. I know you didn’t ask for this either, but… What are you hoping for?”
Dave blew out a breath, his hand slipping into his pocket again. “I’d like to survive this,” he offered dryly. “Beyond that… I haven’t decided yet.”
“Oh?” 
“Too soon to say.” He glanced at you, assessing and curious in equal measure. 
Your smile was a little sad. “I understand that.”
His eyes narrowed just a little and he huffed softly. “No undoing my hard work,” he grumbled at you more or less playfully. 
You chuckled. “Alright, alright,” you agreed, holding your hands up and out. 
“Wait here.” Dave paused outside the gates, waiting long enough to make sure you nodded, before he headed inside. Probably didn’t want you getting sidetracked by one of the others, at a guess. Which… fair. So far, you were working on giving them all one-on-one time, so it was only fair to hold to the same pattern for him. 
So you waited, more or less patiently. 
Dave was quick, returning with a backpack. But he didn’t let you ask, instead turning and starting to walk towards the nearest park. 
“Not gonna give me a hint?” you asked, half-teasing. 
A quick smirk was thrown over his shoulder. “You’ll see soon.” 
You pouted, just for a moment. “What if I don’t like surprises?”
“Then you have the kind of patience a monk would kill for,” came the deadpan reply, startling you into laughter. 
“Fair point.” 
“You’ll like it,” Dave promised, glancing at you as you both waited on a corner to cross. “Trust me.”
And, well… You could hardly say no to that. Not with just a hint of a smile tilting his lips, eyes warm and amused, a few flyaway hairs ruffling in the breeze. So you nodded. 
“At least I won’t have to wait long.”
“No, not long.” Dave huffed something under his breath, and you thought you heard the word “girls”, but you couldn’t be sure. So, to be on the safe side, you ignored it. 
“I don’t remember now, have you been to London before?” 
Dave nodded, making sure you kept pace as he walked across the street. “For work, yes. And many other places.” He shrugged, shifting the backpack just a little. “I don’t travel often for pleasure.” 
“Don’t like to, don’t have time?” 
“It’s… not my favorite. I prefer the comforts of home, when I can.” He looked away, swallowing once. “You can pick where you’d like to sit. Anywhere on the grass will do.”
You shrugged off the abrupt change in subject and instead found a suitable spot, and then stood back and watched as Dave laid out a blanket and a full picnic for the two of you. More than one dish was familiar, and you warmed when you realized those were dishes you’d gone for seconds of at dinner times, or exclaimed over. He’d been paying attention. 
“Help yourself.” Dave plopped unceremoniously onto the blanket, motioning to the plates and utensils already set out. 
“You know… I wouldn’t have expected this from you.” Glancing at him curiously, you sat across from him, taking bits of different dishes. 
He looked far too amused, turning one plate over and over in his hands. “Is that so?”
“You’re just so quiet most of the time.” You shrugged, a bit embarrassed now. 
“I will admit to pulling out some old tricks.” Dave shrugged, slowly taking some food for himself. “Even if I haven’t gone on a picnic since college.”
You perked up at the mention of his past. “Oh? Did it work then?”
Dave grinned, the expression so much more open that you were left stunned. “Better than I had hoped.” 
Oh. That was definitely fondness. Kinda made you wonder if you were stepping into something messy there, but he had said college, and he wasn’t wearing a ring, so… You shrugged the thought off. That was a later problem. If it even became a problem. 
It might not be a problem, ever. If you didn’t choose him. If he didn’t stay. 
If Nova sent him back.
Your heart clenched and your breath stuttered. Dave ducked his head a little to hold your gaze, holding one hand out for you to take.
“If there’s anything on your mind…” He spoke slowly, giving you plenty of time. 
“There’s a lot on my mind.” You sighed and then drew in a deep breath. “Just thinking about the future, I guess.”
“Oh?”
“Not mine. Yours.”
He went very still at that, gaze focused unerringly on you. The silence stretched between you just to the point of being uncomfortable, and then he murmured, “How do you mean?” 
“Just… thinking about life after this.” You swallowed the rest of what you could say - if he’d live after this. How you’d live with yourself after this. Knowing what you knew. Knowing what was coming. 
“Don’t think too hard about that.” Dave squeezed your hand, tugging you a little closer. “You’ll drive yourself crazy that way.”
A watery little laugh bubbled up out of you, and you nodded. You were already proving him right, after all. “You’re pretty good at this advice business,” you said, managing a more teasing tone. 
“Yeah, well, I’ve had some practice at it.” He shrugged, though he didn’t let go of you yet. “Tell me about your job.”
You blinked at the change in topic but obliged, starting slowly but gaining confidence as you spoke. Dave was a good listener, as it turned out. And he managed to keep you talking all through the rest of the picnic, even packing up the empty containers before you could help. (That earned him a pout, and he just chuckled at you.)
Finally, though, you both fell quiet again. He stood and offered you a hand up before packing up the blanket again. You turned away from him to look around the rest of the park, doing your best to ignore the ache in your chest. 
A soft call of your name made you turn, and you blinked to find Dave almost directly behind you. 
“A bit of advice, if I may?” At your nod, Dave nodded. “Don’t think about what anyone else wants here. Think about what you want. What you need. Everything else will fall into place.”
“But…” You trailed off, dismayed. 
Dave cupped your shoulders, stepping in closer. “No. No buts. In this, you must think of what you need. Not us.” He held your gaze for long moments until you nodded, then he stepped back. “Just keep that in mind.” 
Neither of you spoke again the entire way back to your temporary home.
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Broken Bloodlines Chapter 2
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Hello everyone! Arc two will now be gradually uploaded (im thinking every saturday but if someone has a better suggestion im all ears) also the chapters for arc two will be shorter for ease of reading. (i know the general attention span of people has gone down cuz Internet)
this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read. (not in this chapter but in future ones)
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What was going on? Hopefully not any of those anti Fae folk people, 
that could cause problems, especially with Fable here.
Maybe we should just go inside the castle and ignore this, the guards would make them go away soon enough.
Then I noticed that while there were a few Guards there also was a VERY distressed looking Robin and Barsen, who weirdly enough was threatening some shaggy looking dark blonde man with Gardening tools.
What. the. Hell.
Barsen was NOT the hostile type, at all, 
he was way too kind for that,like not a mean bone in his body kind, So what could be bad enough to get him angry like that?
I turned back to Fable for a second.
“Fable? Stay here for a moment,  I'm going to check that out and I don't want you getting hurt, okay?”
He simply nodded and I crossed the short distance to the gate where a few Guards tried to tell him to leave.
Oh man that wouldn't happen with Nea or Norrin here.
I immediately went up to Robin who was clutching his head and looked extremely close to crying.
I bent down and shielded him with my arms letting him latch onto one even if his fingers dug grooves in my skin and put a comforting hand on his back.
The cause of his distress was very clear and I bared my teeth at the man that I now noticed smelled of alcohol.
I hated the smell, it was sharp and bitter and did not bring any positive memories with it.
I had no idea what he did but I didn't care, whatever it was made even Barsen angry, and that was a near impossible feat.
Then the guy addressed me, at least sort of and I could smell his awful breath from even the three meters away where I was holding the hyperventilating Ginger.
“Now there's some other fucknn Basterd, you ought to kill those vermin before they breed even more! And now this ones touching my son!”
Son? THAT was Robin's Father? The one that kicked him out? 
The one that apparently did not give a fuck about his own wife dying? The stupid alcoholic? That one?
I completely ignored his previous comments about my heritage in favor of being outraged on what he did to Robin.
No doubt he'd been an already shitty person to Robin while they lived in the same house, why else would the ginger have this reaction? 
So what the hell did he want here now? He hadn't cared about Robin and tossed him to the streets for fucks sake, and judging by how he acted he wasn't sorry nor here to make amends.
I hugged the whimpering redhead a bit closer to myself and stared at the man with as much hatred as I could.
He was probably here because he'd heard that Robin was friends with the new king and wanted a part of that. 
What exactly he wanted wasn't something I knew nor did I care to find out, but it was probably money.
It was always money after all.
Barsen was still holding him off by putting himself between the man and us and holding a sharp looking small shovel.
Yeah that thing could do damage if it hit, 
and I kinda hoped he would but Barsen wasn't the type to do that.
Then suddenly the man sprung into action, pulling a wicked and rusty looking knife out and lunging over Barsen,  who got pushed to the side, to aim for me.
Then he fell to the ground clutching his ribs and wheezing.
What? 
Looking up I saw Fable standing there with one hand behind his back and the other bent in front of him.
Where the fuck did he come from that fast? 
And on top of that what the hell just happened?
It took me an embarrassingly long time to connect the dots that Fable had saved us.
He somehow had managed to jab the man's ribs in a sensitive spot and shoved him away from us.
The man in question was currently lying on the ground and then was dragged away by a few guards.
They should have done that sooner and spared a lot of people the trouble.
Despite the man now being gone Robin was still in a panic attack and I had no idea what to do. 
Normally I would go big and comfort him like that but there were too many people and not enough space right now.
Also Fable had not seen my Ardua form and didn't know how he would react to seeing me shift without warning.
Luckily Barsen started shooing away anyone that wasn't needed 
Then he sat down in front of me and Robin who was now clinging to my shirt and making himself as small as possible, 
He also did not seem to be aware of where he was or what was going on judging by the glassy and haunted look in his eyes.
Oh fuck, what could i do now? 
I wanted to comfort my friend of course,  but Barsen and Fable were right there.
I could technically shift,  but that might scare Fable even if he probably already knew what an Ardua was, though he didn't have a bracelet like I did.
And Barsen didn't know that I was able to carry people within myself in the pouch my weird anatomy had given me.
Also we were in plain view in the front of the castle,  anyone could look out the window and see, 
and there were Guards on top of the wall as well.
I ended up just hugging the rusthead close to my chest and hoped he'd still be able to hear my heartbeat even if he was a bit further away than he was now used to.
“Its okay, he’s gone, you don't have to worry,  i'm sure he won't come back after this, you'll be okay”
I really wanted nothing more than to be able to calm him down right now but there was still way too much going on with Guards running over the wall and the Alcoholic asshole screaming something from the other side of the door.
Seems like he'd recovered already, fuckdamnit just my luck.
Maybe it would be better to carry Robin away from all of this,  just right inside the Castle might be already enough?
Barsen suddenly put a hand on my shoulder and stretched his other one out to help me get up while holding Robin.
I gladly took his arm and hoisted myself up while still holding Robin.
I half dragged half carried the smaller human over to the door while Barsen followed,  Fable was already gone but I hadn't seen where he went.
I could look for him later, right now Robin needed my help.
Also as he just demonstrated Fable was capable of handling himself, He'd be fine.
We went past the throne room which I still found ridiculous and overly pretentious but whatever.
Me and Barsen ended up bringing the still distressed Redhead into the big hall right behind the throne room itself and I recognized it as the room where the Guards had celebrated after Oakley killed the ice mage.
I wasn't sure if being here would help him but at least the room was mostly empty now with only a few tables and chairs which had all been shoved to the walls.
So the middle was empty, safe for some dust maybe,  so we set him down in the center of it where he immediately went back to gripping one of my arms as if his life depended on it.
I sat down on his right while Barsen sat to his left,  I hugged him close again to let him know he was safe now.
I had no idea what that sonofabitch did to Robin that he got this bad just by being confronted with the guy.
I really wanted to shift and comfort him in the way he'd asked in the past but Barsen was right here and if I did shift there wouldn't be much space in the room anymore.
Not to mention that if Robin saw my shifted form he'd probably do something like stick his arm in my mouth.
That was not something i wanted to explain to the Gardener, especially as i respected the man a lot and aside from being awkward how the fuck would i even begin to explain that?
And the Giant form would just brush against the ceiling, not to mention that I actually had never used that one while in the castle as I was pretty sure it could be seen over the walls and I wasn't keen on people freaking out about it.
Robin himself was still tightly gripping my lower arm, the one without the bracelet, and I moved to hug his hyperventilating form again.
Barsen sat next to us on the floor with crossed legs and basically radiated calm.
I was thankful for it though as it provided a beacon of peacefulness
Then he began to hum a little tune, a soft and simple melody that had a serene tonal pattern.
After a few seconds of this he began to sing, and I had to admit that it was rather entrancing with his baritone voice.
Just Hold On Don’t lose Control Now
I know that life gets hard sometimes
I know that sometimes you just want to cry
Just Hold On Don’t lose Control Now
Everything’s gonna be alright
Until the storm is calm
Everything’s gonna be alright 
Until your fear is gone
I know that you’re in a chapter you wish that you could erase
I know that life gets hard 
But brighter days will come
Everything’s gonna be alright
Everything’s gonna be alright
I know it hurts It's hard to breathe sometimes
You are not alone
I've been here the whole time singing you a song
Everything’s gonna be alright
Everything’s gonna be alright
You are not alone
I've been here the whole time singing you a song
Everything’s gonna be alright
Everything’s gonna be alright
As soon as he had finished I noticed that I had just been staring at nothing the whole time.
Same as Robin who had now calmed down either by surprise that Barsen could sing so well or just the melody itself.
Either way he wasn't panicking anymore and that was what mattered.
He was just sitting there quietly now, still holding onto my arm but not nearly as tight as before.
Barsen was also just sitting there on the ground seemingly not disturbed much by what had just happened.
That was the weird thing about him, He always seemed so weirdly calm and collected.
But he did help, in his own way and it worked so that was good.
“How are you?”
I looked down at the ginger who had slid a little bit onto the floor into a position I really could not call comfortable and he made a displeased noise.
“Mhf i had really hoped i'd never see him again”
It was very clear who he was referring to and if I could I'd punt the guy off the cliff.
But maybe a more nonviolent approach would be better.
“Should we tell Rikaad about it? I'm sure he could ban the guy from even going near the castle”
He looked up at me with alarmed and wide eyes.
“I'd rather not, i don't wanna bother him with my problems,  besides he probably has more important things to do right now”
I wasn't sure if I liked that response as it was clear that what happened troubled him, but if he didn't want to then there was nothing I could do.
Then Barsen stood up and both of our heads turned to the source of movement automatically.
“You might not want to go and bother him but as part of the Castle staff i do have to inform him of anything strange happening, including what happened today, 
but i'll tell him that you don't want anything to do with it”
With those words he left before either of us actually registered what he said.
Robin then sat up straight on the ground next to me.
“Oh, i hope Rikaad won't be too busy then”
I looked at him quizzically.
“What do you mean?”
He crossed his legs to sit more comfortably and then looked back at me.
“Rikaad is just a bit, uhh, perfectionistic? If that's the word?
But he has the habit of getting rid of everything he doesn't need or want if it proves to be a danger, so I don't know what he's going to do to my Dad.
And I'm not sure if I want him to do anything? I just want to keep away and pretend the man that married my mom doesn't exist”
Those were actually very valid worries,considering that Rikaad was king he could do whatever and face basically no consequences.
But Rikaad was a smart man, he wouldn't do anything that damaged his reputation, especially this early in his kingship.
Right?
I had witnessed how feral he got back when he'd thought I had eaten his friends.
Which to be fair I did,  but it wasn't to hurt them, It was to get them out of the cold.
Dodging me trying to catch him and trying to get around me to get a good angle to slay me from an ambush point.
Thinking about it if he hadn't been slowed down by the hill he'd probably managed to do just that.
No doubt he'd have cut me open immediately if I had gone down, maybe not even waited for me to die to gut me.
I had been on the wrong end of those icy gray eyes before, if briefly, and knew Rikaad was a dangerous and Capable man.
I was really glad we were friends, well as much friends one could be with the stoic king.
“Well, what now? Im sure if Barsen tells him you don't want to be involved he’ll keep you out of whatever he's gonna do, if he even does anything”
“I dunno, i don't wanna think about that”
I stood slowly up so as not to startle the redhead.
“Then don't, come on now i need to see where Fable went”
I held out a hand to him which he gladly took and pulled him up to a standing position.
“What do you think of him? He said he's your Half-Brother right? What's he like?”
That was a difficult to answer question as Fable was just, weirdly uncanny in everything he did.
“Well, i haven't known him that long but i think he's a good guy, if socially awkward but i think Elven culture is different from human culture so it might be that?
Also he just responds to things and doesn't really do things aside from that.
In short he's a bit weird but so am i so i cant judge”
The last bit managed to put a smile on the Ginger's face.
“Were all weird i think, but i don't believe that's a bad thing, Also maybe i should go tell Rikaad what happened?
I mean Barsen already told him but he doesn't know what happened before he turned up and i don't think they have context for any of it”
That much was true, Barsen could only report what he had seen and if he only appeared after it had already escalated then he wouldn't know all the details.
“I mean if you think it's best? That's up to you though and i'm sure they'd understand if you don't wanna talk about it”
He nodded and turned to face the large door.
“I'm not sure but i'll try, i don't want any of them doing something dumb just cause they got angry at him for making me cry”
I went beside him and gave him a thumbs up as a sort of encouragement.
“I don't believe Rikaad would do something rash, he’s far to calculated for that, most likely hell just ban the guy from going near the castle and that's it”
He turned to face me with wide brown eyes.
“You think so? I really don't wanna make people go Violent over it”
I shrugged.
“C’mon both of them are adult men and i'm sure they'll find a peaceful solution”
“If you say so, yeah i think giving Rikaad more info would be good, So I'm going to go and look for him.
The floorplan of this is still confusing so i don't know how long will take to find him, you don't have to come with tho, you should go back to your brother”
Right, Fable, i wasn't sure where he'd gone to but i doubted he was in the castle itself.
“Alright, good luck navigating this maze”
I messed up his Ginger hair,  drawing out a rather adorable squeak from him.
“See you then? Oh are you gonna eat at the table today? 
Or stay outside? 
I mean your Brother is here so sitting down might be nice?”
That was true, normally I just sat out in the sun for the day and that would be enough, unless there was something tasty, but occasionally I did join just to chatter a bit .
Aside from the times I snatched cinnamon bread of course.
Also Rikaad had moved the entire eating place closer to the Kitchen which was logical, especially considering they used to be almost on opposite ends of the castle.
Shitty floorplan indeed.
“I think so? I don't actually know if he had human food before,
Whatever if he doesn't like it he can just leave it”
“Oh then I'll save both of you a spot! 
Hey maybe he’ll like cinnamon bread? 
I mean you do so why not him too?”
That was actually a funny thought, yeah i did love the cinnamon bread so there was a chance that Fable would like it too?
“Maybe? I’d have to ask if he likes cinnamon at all, but for now i'd better go look for him, see you later then”
He waved and disappeared into one of the smaller doors that lined the wall.
Good luck finding anything in this labyrinth though.
I myself walked back out the door i had come from trough the throne room, which i still found idiotically pompous,  back outside into the sunlight.
I squinted a bit at the sudden change in lighting but still looked around for Fable.
After a few seconds I spotted him, he was in the same place I had earlier told him to stay behind while I went to check on Robin.
He was also just standing there not doing anything.
Literally, he was just there and did absolutely not do anything.
It was a tiny bit weird to look at so I walked briskly over to him to free him from this awkwardness.
It made sense in a way, he didn't know anyone else here, or the area, So I would probably do something similar if I was in his place.
“Fable! Hey, I'm so sorry for walking off but I had to help Robin, but now we can continue, if you want? I'm sure we'll find the library if we look for it”
I did hope however that we'd find someone that actually knew where it was, if only to spare time, and me embarrassment from not knowing where things were. 
He turned to face me fully and I was left to stare directly into his blood red eyes that still seemed weirdly uncanny.
Must be the unusual color.
“I apologize for not staying where you told me to”
What? Did he think I was mad at him for following me to Robin? I definitely wasn't, if he hadn't stepped in I'd be in the infirmary right now!
“No, no it's alright, you helped and that's what matters, without you i would have gotten stabbed, also that was impressive to be honest”
It really had been, he'd disarmed the man with a single movement, granted he didn't have armor and was drunk but still.
His eyes flicked over me for a second, coming to rest on my left arm.
“Your arm is bleeding”
Looking down I saw that he was indeed right, There were five tiny bleeding wounds.
I realized that this was where Robin had gripped my arm,  maybe a bit too tight it and ended up digging his fingernails in.
“Oh, yeah don't worry about that, that's such a small wound it'll stop bleeding on its own, also i don't want to walk all the way back to Oakley and ask for a rather useless bandage”
“Is there not an infirmary in the castle?”
Well yes there was, the problem was that my anatomy was nonsense to any of the human medics though.
Also from the years i spent on the street i kinda had a problem with asking for help in minor things, Besides, it was just five tiny dots that really weren't worth the effort in my opinion.
“There is but I'm not gonna bother them over something so tiny, besides they are human medics they have no idea what to do with my weird hybrid anatomy.
And Oakley is the only one i trust not to fuck up in that regard, he pretty funky in the anatomy part himself after all”
Oakley had to deal with all of his shit himself as far as i was aware, also unlike the medics he had an actual book on Ardua anatomy somewhere.
Even if he still hadn't found it as apparently his old hut was a disaster of a mess stuffed full of things he didn't even need.
He ought to sort his stuff better this time.
“The winged man is strange i agree on that”
Strange probably didn't even begin to describe it sometimes, but so far the only thing that got set on fire was Oakleys cloak so it was probably fine.
“Well whatever, lets go look if we find the Library, we can just stay there till dinner, oh by the way did you have human food before?
I don't want to give you something you react allergic to”
He seemed to think for just a second before he responded.
“I have had simple foods like bread and fruit but did not get the chance to try any other dishes,  and i do not have any allergies as far as i am aware”
Well yeah bread and fruit was easy to get so it made sense he'd got to try that first, also no allergies was great! 
He could try whatever he wanted then.
Like cinnamon bread.
I strung him along towards the castle then.
“Hey, have you ever had cinnamon? 
It's a bit expensive but one of my favorite spices”
He walked briskly beside me.
“Cinnamon? Not that i know”
He'd be in for a surprise then when he got to try all the stuff this evening!
Ducking into a side door that was in the castle I tried to remember what little I knew of the layout.
There had to be someone that knew where the library was after all.
Or where the hell we where right now as we had taken a few turns in one of the stupid hallways and i lost track of where i was already.
Luckily I could hear some form of chatter coming from one of the other paths.
Turning the corner I could see the head chef of the kitchen petting the cat.
Myril was her name and she was a pretty nice person even if didn't interact with her much aside from asking for food through one of the kitchen windows.
She had plenty of fun just throwing Bread at my Ardua form one time though.
“Ah hey Myril! Could you tell us where the library is? I really don't know how any of you find anything in this stupid floorplan”
She looked up, much to the displeasure of the cat,  and put her hair behind her ear.
“Oh the library? To get there you just have to go two times right one left and then another right from here”
She pointed to one of the hallways that went away from this one before picking up the cat who didn't protest.
“Really? Thank you! Fable wanted to see it, so we'll stop bothering you now!”
She waved and left in the opposite direction we had to go and took the cat with her who seemed to be alright with being held like a baby.
I then led Fable to where we had been instructed to go.
And as Myril had said, taking two right one left and then another right there was the beautifully carved wood door to the Library.
The carvings mostly consisted of a big tree above a single splayed open book but the detail was actually very pretty with all the leaves and such.
Pushing the doors Open we were greeted with shelves full of books and scripts as well as scrolls some of which were still sealed with wax.
We should probably not touch those.
“See? I said we'd find it eventually! Now let's look what books they have here”
I went along the shelves while Fable did the same a bit away from me, he was also faster and I realized he was probably a way better reader than I was.
Eh id just try to pick something simple then, like… this book about cats?
Apparently it was about Coat patterns?
Oh I could look if my Feline friends pattern was described in there!
Might even help with picking out a name too.
Glancing over I saw that Fable had taken a fairly thick book and was reading it in front of the shelf while standing up straight.
That couldn't be good for one's spine, there surely was at least one chair around right?
I let my eyes wander across the room to look for anything to sit on.
There were a couple chairs around an old looking table but they didn't look all too comfy.
There also was a bay window that contained a total of two old pillows which were decorated with colorful patches, presumably to patch holes.
Yeah, whatever, that would do, I'd give Fable the Window area and just sit on one of the chairs.
“Fable? You don't have to read standing up,  there's some pillows over there that's bound to be more comfortable”
I pointed at the window seat thing as soon as I'd gotten Fable’s attention and he gave a graceful nod.
While he walked over I could see that the book he picked was an old one that had the Kamerasca flag on it.
Made sense, he didn't really know anything about the place so reading up on it might help.
Maybe it would even help him be less awkward around people in general?
Well if it soothed his nerves about being in the middle of a human kingdom at least a little then that was already good.
Swinging myself into a chair that provided sufficient reading light so I could at least see the letters on the old paper.
Glancing over at Fable I could see that he opted to sit on the inlaid bench with his back against a wall and his legs tucked up as a sort of makeshift Lectern to rest the book against.
Just looking at him proved he was a far more graceful individual than me and I wondered for just a moment how I would have turned out if I had lived with Elves instead of humans.
But if i had done that i would never have met my friends, none of them.
I'd probably have a different name too, an Elven one like Fable even if he didn't want to tell it.
How weird to think about what could have been but never will be.
I decided to read the book I picked before I spiraled myself into some form of existential dread with that train of thought.
Opening it the first thing that greeted me was a glossary of the chapters and whatnot.
Maybe that would help me find the thing I was looking for faster.
Though the first few chapters weren't exactly what i had expected so i would just skip them.
I did not want to know how to properly skin a cat. 
No thanks.
At least there was a short description of the basic fur patterns as the list did not contain any drawings to help with that.
The one i was looking for was apparently in the latter half of the book near the end so memorizing the number i flipped the pages till i found it.
The pattern was Described as Siamese but apparently there were subtypes too as the description said dark brown legs and tail instead of Rusty so I flew over the other descriptions till I found the word red, orange or rusty.
I found it after another minute or so of reading, sure anyone else would probably have been faster but I did go as fast as i could.
The description fit almost perfectly aside from the fact that the cat i knew did not have a rusty face too like it was described here but everything else fit so it was probably just an anomaly.
So my cat friend was a Flame point siamese, or at least that was the closest thing to it.
Funny how pale and rust haired individuals just randomly decided to befriend me.
Though that did not help with a name idea at all, using everything fire related as a name was stupid, not to mention it didn't fit at all.
Oh well, worth a try at least.
Time to stuff the book back then, and maybe take a new one as Fable was still reading his.
Glancing over I saw that he was already a fifth in, He really was the better reader here.
Standing up I went to put the book back only to realize that I didn't quite remember where in the shelf I had pulled it out from.
Whatever the approximate area would be good enough.
Stuffing it into the shelves in what probably was the wrong place I went to look over the other books trying to find anything that interested me.
Since I was a slow reader that took a while and I somehow ended up finding a loose brick between two shelves.
Pulling it out simply out of curiosity I found a rather thin book that someone must have hid there at some point between the other brickwork.
It didn't possess a title but the cover had something akin to a broad lizard with six legs and fur on it.
I had no idea what that Creature was but maybe It would be described in the book itself? It did have a strange mammalian vibe.
Bringing it back to my spot at the table I blew the rest of the dust off which resulted in a sneeze from myself.
Fable didn't say anything to that, not even a bless you but maybe elves just didn't do that sort of thing?
Whatever that really didn't matter, also he was pretty engrossed in his own book so i didn't want to disturb him.
Opening the book showed that it did have a title but the pages were old and faded so I could only make out the first few words that looked to be added later in the book's life.
THE TALE OF
The Tale of who? Or what? The thing on the cover maybe?
Well maybe the later pages would show that, and what the six legged mammal was called.
Flipping to the next page it showed the thing on the cover resting near some houses which weren't even half the size of it.
It was just sitting there and the people that lived there didn't seem to mind much which was weird as they were clearly humans.
Who knew how long ago that was? The second weird thing I noticed was that the being itself, while fuzzy, still possessed a scaled underside even if not much of it was shown.
I flipped the page as there was no writing to decipher, at least none that I could see on the old parchment.
The other page was in a way better condition and even contained some color, it depicted the creature again who was being offered a variety of things by the humans, cute, maybe some deity?
Then I saw something that made my brain freeze.
On the chest of the Creature was a Very familiar symbol.
Even with the scarce coloring there was no mistaking it.
It was the Kamerasca flag, blue background, red ring and yellow star.
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How? And how old was this book? What was this?
Intrigued, I flipped to the next page which showed the Creature defending the little humans from what appeared to be a mixture of Manticores and other creatures most of which I couldn't name except Drakes.
Funny to think that Manticores were a problem however long this dated back too.
So whatever the big thing was it was Guarding the little humans for whatever reasons.
Well the previous page had shown them giving offerings.
I flipped to the next page and it showed an area that I was sure I had seen before, 
or at least half of it as the other half did not look like it did today.
But it was for sure Lormount, the unclaimed place between the two Kingdoms of Kamerasca and Maringand.
There even was the river which went a different route than it did today.
There also were more people, but they looked to be clad in different things than the ones with the creature and they seemed to want to trade with the Humans that lived on the other side of the river from them.
Was I looking at the stories of Kamerasca and Maringand before they were Kingdoms? 
Well they were literally just a few huts and some tents so it was more than likely.
How old was this book? 
It seemed to predate the actual history of the kingdom but for that it was in astounding condition.
Now I was really curious so I went to the next page which showed the big Creature again, and another one that was just as big as the six legged one.
This one seemed to only have four legs but there were strange nubs on its back which seemed to have been wings at some point? 
At least it looked like it but I couldn't be sure.
It was also fully scaled and had what looked like the Maringand flag as a mask over its eyes.
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The two beings were just staring at each other while the humans traded.
Flipping to the next page they were apparently back in their little area with the big Creature keeping watch.
Seeing it next to the tents and everything only showed how big it was and the humans next to it where barely the size of one of its claws, some not even half that.
The size difference between the creature and the humans it was protecting was a lot greater than the difference between me and humans.
It was strange, but there was a faint feeling of happiness that if something THIS big could be gentle with something so comparatively small then so could i.
Though I guessed to accurately get the size difference I'd have to hold something like a Rat at my own Giant size.
That was not something I wanted to do if I was honest.
Wellp next page then.
This one showed the Creature again with its head resting on the ground and an absolutely tiny human seemingly just petting it.
A child? I couldn't tell the gender of it but with how simple the style was it probably didn't even matter.
The only defining feature from this one that set them apart was the red hair, huh like Robin almost.
Maybe they were friends with the Creature? That would be nice.
The next page showed that I had guessed right as the little one was sitting on the creature's head picking some fruit out of a tree while everyone else had to use ladders or stay on the ground.
The next set of pictures showed more of the friendship with the Creature like the little one braiding what it could in the thick sand colored fur of the creature or just cuddling with it.
It was honestly kinda cute and made me wonder what the hell happened to the creature that these days nobody knew of it anymore.
Probably died of old age or something, same with the other one.
The next page wasn't so happy though as it showed Lormount again and this time the other tribe or what it was holding spears and tried to threaten the Creatures humans.
It didn't really like that so it was baring its teeth which had a total of six canine teeth.
Impressive really, the attention to Detail in this one was insane.
I flipped to the following page cautiously as to what would happen next.
This one just depicted the Creature leading its Humans back with a wary glance at the other big thing.
The next one showed the spear using humans falling into the little community in the middle of the night only to get chased off by the Guardian of it.
The spear wielding ones seemed really aggressive. 
I swiftly flipped the paper to the next page which showed the spear wielders to be fleeing back to their own creature.
The thing had a very displeased look on its weird face and was staring at what appeared to be the direction of the little community.
The next time I flipped to the page it showed both parties back at the river in Lormount and trading once again.
Both Creatures were there and openly hostile to each other but the Guardian looked more protective while the other one was just downright nasty with its hatred so openly displayed.
Next the book showed the huts and tents again with the little one appearing to comfort their big Guardian which was nice but I had a feeling this book was going to take a turn for the worse.
Which it did as the next page showed another trade attempt or whatever it was and this time the little one had sneaked off to the side.
It seemed their Guardian hadn't noticed for the moment but the Hostile one was looking directly at them.
Uh oh that wasn't gonna end well was it?
Flipping again it showed the Hostile one had stretched its neck over the water and snatched the little one in its jaws with the Guardian only now noticing with an alarmed expression.
Flipping again it depicted the Hostile one again in a sitting position with one absolutely tiny arm poking out between its only slightly parted teeth while the Guardian seemed pissed and did what I assumed to be some sort of threat display.
From the face of the Hostile one I judged it wasn't impressed with that though.
The next page showed that the Hostile Creature had bit down and a single bloodied arm dropped to the ground in front of the horrified looking Guardian.
That turned Graphic pretty fast.
And it was disturbingly detailed too.
Still I wanted to know how this ended so I flipped the page once again.
This one showed both of the creatures fighting with the hostile one having embedded its jaw in one of the Guardians front legs while the Guardian itself was scratching the other one's chest with its free leg and biting one of the strange nubs the hostile one had on its back.
The next few pages were just a continuation of the fight where the Guardian lost the already bitten leg and the hostile one having a chunk taken out of its shoulder while the little humans fled to their respective sides.
At some point the fight moved to a mountain peninsula and them trying to throw each other off of it.
The hostile one slipped and bit the guardian's tail so both ended up falling in the water while half the mountain collapsed under them.
So that was how the cliff came to be.
The story continued by showing that both of the creatures were still alive albeit severely injured and crawling out from under the rubble that was being washed away by the waves.
The Hostile creature seemed to have been hit worse than the guardian as there were sharp stones embedded into its back and legs while it dragged itself back to shore.
The Guardian was just a bit better off but still full of deep cuts and scratches and a chunk of its broad tail taken out where the hostile one had bitten it.
It was also right behind the hostile one and when it got close enough bit it's heel one last time before getting kicked in the face with the hostile one fleeing towards some mountains in the distance.
I knew those mountains as they were where Maringand would be one day.
The Guardian itself limped back back to where the humans had set up their place and lied down somewhat next to it.
The next page then showed what the hostile creature was doing, and it was not going well for sure.
The Hostile one had lost the fight over the area and instead moved to die quite a ways away in the groove of some mountains.
Huh, so Maringand was basically build over this things corpse, well that was a bit fucked up to put it mildly.
Also the depiction of it lying dead there and blood leaking out in little streams was kind of disturbing to say the least.
At least the next pages showed the guardian creature again.
It was still lying in the same spot but the humans seemed to have tended to its wounds as it looked better than before, though still missing one of its front legs.
The following pages it was clear that the Guardian couldn't do what it usually did as the little humans got attacked again and again by various creatures which mostly consisted of manticores and drakes.
The book then seemed to be missing a few pages but the ones that were still there showed that one of the humans had picked up a spear that had gotten dropped by the other community.
They went back into the village only to be met with another monster attack on the humans while the Guardian tried its best to fend them off while it couldn't walk, which wasn't as effective as it had been in the past.
The human with the spear then set to stabbing some of the manticores to death till all of the monsters left the area.
There were once again one or two pages missing but the next intact one showed the spear human again in what probably was supposed to be the middle of the night.
There was a rack of even more spears next to it so I assumed the missing pages just depicted the humans making weapons for the first time.
Flipping through once again the next page showed the human holding the spear to the Guardians eyes while the stars reflected in them.
I couldn't tell what color exactly they were supposed to be but in the surprisingly realistic drawing they seemed to be some hue of a lighter shade of blue.
The human then brought down the spear right in the middle of the poor creature's pupil.
It didn't react much while the human hacked both of its eyes out aside from tears leaking out of its damaged eyes and later blood.
The poor thing, all of that what happened previously wasn't even its fault so why was the human so violent towards it?
That was probably in the missing pages, damnit.
The human continued to cut and hack at the Guardians face till they moved to its throat where the human impaled the front of it repeatedly until there was so much blood that i was sure the poor being was dead.
Also basic anatomy with most creatures was that the airway was in that general area so there was a chance it suffocated as well by the holes poked into its trachea.
The human then moved to the beings chest area and cut out the patch that looked like the Kamerasca flag.
It probably was the first one too but I also assumed that later versions had been made a little more symmetrical than this scaly hide had.
The last page of the book only depicted the human swinging a flagpole where the still a bit bloody hide of the creature was mounted.
That was the end of the book, and apparently the end of the creature's story.
Kamerasca had killed its Guardian.
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thestalwartheart · 2 years ago
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i'm gonna say this to you because i know you'll get me instead of getting mad about it, but GOD does it drive me crazy how a straight actor can play a gay character and instantly become the entire internet's fave special little guy, but gay actors who play gay characters are brushed aside and never make it out of their niche. like don't get me wrong, i absolutely adore daniel craig, i've been a fan of his since layer cake back in the cretaceous period and it's lovely to see the craig renaissance coming into full force, but let's be real - if a gay man had played benoit blanc they would not be popping off like this with normies. everyone loves gay people when they're theoretical, but still keep their double standards when it comes to real ones.
Hi Anon!
Okay, first, "layer cake back in the cretaceous period" made me wheeze. I have loved DC for about as long, and he bodies the role of Benoit Blanc. I'm so glad to see him shine in such an incredible series post-Bond.
Secondly, I truly do not have the energy to get mad at anything people say online anymore. And I wouldn't be mad at this anyway because I think you have a legitimate point about mainstream audiences loving theoretical gays and switching off when it comes to real ones. You only have to look at the cancellation of almost all the content on Netflix that features lesbians, or to have seen some of the outraged reviews as The Sandman ("why are they all gay? No one knows this many gay people!"), or to have heard the wank discourse around Q being gay in No Time To Die ("he didn't shove it down our throats! It was just a fact of life!") to notice a trend here. Mainstream audiences love sanitised diversity, and they love it especially when they get to venerate a straight actor for being "brave" enough to take on an LGBTQ+ role.
Having said all that (and this is diverging from the main point a bit), I have complex feelings around the notion of actors, sexuality and the roles they take on. By that I mean that I can see legitimate arguments on all sides of the usual argument about straight actors playing gay characters. We 1000% need more LGBTQ+ actors in leading (esp leading LGBTQ+) roles. At the same time, actors should be free take on roles that are creatively fulfilling and that they connect with, regardless of how they identify. Also, no actor ever owes the audience an explanation of their sexuality for any reason. It's 2022/3 depending on when you read this. I really hope we're done outing people and making assumptions about them based on the roles they take. I don't think any of those statements are mutually exclusive. The problem is with the wider social conversation about representation and why it's necessary.
Idk if I properly articulated myself here, or if I should have even posted this ask, but I'm putting it out there because I'd love to hear some more thoughts from everyone. As always, I loe a bit of respectful debate.
Final disclaimer that I love DC. At least IMO, this isn't really about him. You can love an actor and critique the cultural and social impact of the media they're in. That's a fine and normal thing to do.
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"They are something to gawk at and admire with the proper telescope and equipment. It'll be unlike anything you can see from satellites or images on the internet."
Even a high-resolution camera would not be able to capture the full extent of its beauty. Jade heard earlier that day that there would be a case of celestial lights that very same night, and he'd thought it would be an opportune moment to invite Idia to watch them with him at the peak of one of the smaller hills in Night Raven College. Fortunately, Jade knows a spot where there wouldn't be too many people and that they'd most likely have the enclosed piece of turf to themselves, enclosed by pine trees.
They set out after dark, with Jade carrying most of the equipment as it's commonplace for him to have a bag ready for a mountain hike he could whip up and set off at a moment's notice. In case of emergencies, he always carry enough for two and was ever grateful to do so at this very moment. However, midway through the hike he can't help but notice that Idia seems to have gone missing.
Confused, he turns around, eyebrows furrowed when he watches Idia's figure falling behind him and smaller than the last time he turned around to check on him. Oh, Jade breathes to himself, how unaccommodating of me.
Idia lacked the stamina to endure intense trips uphill, something he'd reminded Jade of earlier, but Jade had mistakenly forgotten about them in his excitement to quickly reach the summit. He does a U-turn and goes back down quickly in large steps until he finally reaches Idia.
There's the sound of something heavy being set onto the ground before someone kneels in front of the Ignihyde Housewarden, back bent. Jade extends a hand towards Idia, his face void of a lick of any impatience. "Allow me," Perhaps piggybacking someone up the hill wasn't the most romantic thing one could do, so instead, he slips an arm under the older boy's knees, and another one around his shoulders before he lifts him up into the air, doing so easily as if Idia barely weighted anything to him. He shrugs his backpack back on and proceeds once more to ascend upwards.
Despite Idia's grumbles about how he could enjoy the sights of a starry sky in the comfort of his own room perfectly fine through VR, Jade had been most insistent that nothing could compare to the real thing, and if Idia really wanted to prove him wrong on that front, well, there was only one way to do that. It absolutely, certainly, most definitely had nothing to do with that look in Jade's eyes that always had Idia conceding to his whims eventually.
The initial trek had been manageable. The cool night air helped, and Idia could keep pace rather easily. As their journey went on, however, it started to seem like there was going to be no end to the trail, and the incline only got steeper and steeper.
Idia finds himself struggling to catch his breath, and his legs burn with the effort required to put one foot in front of the other. "This was a mistake!" Idia gasps, but his voice is too weak to carry even over the gentle breeze. The distance between him and Jade has been lengthening for a while now, and Idia can barely make out the silhouette of his figure up ahead. "Curse these outdoorsy types, why did I have to go and get myself involved with one who loves hiking up mountains, FFS!" Idia wheezes, each curse being the only thing that's fueling the steps he's taking. As much as he liked the idea of watching the stars with Jade, his physical vessel is a weak and fragile one. The spirit may be willing, but the legs are soft and squishy!
Just as he is about to collapse right there on the trail and let the dirt claim him, he hears something thud to the ground heavily in front of him. Idia uses what little energy he has left to lift his head, and sees Jade who seems to have turned back for him. He mentally prepares himself for some kind of lecture of scolding about how he needs to get out more, instead, he's met with Jade's outstretched hand and a rather patient smile. Idia wonders if he's actually already died and gone to heaven. If he looks back, maybe he'll see his poor corpse lying somewhere behind him?
Idia glances over his shoulder. Nope. Still alive.
Before he can even muster up the breath to respond, he's already being lifted up into the air. Idia lets out a muffled shriek and wraps his arms around Jade's neck in a panic because no one has ever handled him in such a manner. It's like he weighs nothing to Jade, and it's strange to have his legs dangling in the air, even though having the weight off of his feet feels like bliss. Ah, is this one of those cutscenes where the love interest swoops in to rescue the MC because she's injured or her feet hurt?
"Y-you really don't have to, but t-thanks..." Idia mumbles. There isn't much light around them save for Jade's handy lantern, as well as the soft glow from Idia's flaming hair. The physical closeness, the sound of Jade's slightly laboured breathing as he continues upwards, and the way Idia maybe uses all of this as an excuse to rest his head on Jade's chest, and if Jade somehow catches a flicker of pink amidst the blue flames, no he doesn't. Eventually the ground starts to even out, indicating that they're nearing the peak.
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gemofbyroden-rp · 7 months ago
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Nine People to Get to Know Better
I rarely post actual content or coding here and this tumblr has mostly become a catch all for my interests (aren't they all), but I was tagged by @starkspi, and wanted to do this! Let's go! Last Song I Listened to: Human Enough - ONR
Currently Watching: A very weird combo of The Tudors (to both oggle the costumes but also "wtf is that ruff? THAT IS INACCURATE TO THE TIME PERIOD BUT IT'S SO PRETTY"), Critical Role campaign One (Rewatch), D20 Fantasy High Freshman Year Rewatch, Bob's Burgers, True Detective, Peaky Blinders (because I apparently stopped watching at some point and want to watch the whole thing). Friends is also perpetually on when I need to zone out.
Sweet/Savory/Spicy?: Savory. I cannot handle spice at all and will wheeze at one lime chip, apparently.
Relationship Status: A curious question for a cursory-attempt to know someone via the Internet. Silly survey.
Current Obsession: BG3 has been a brainrot for months. Months.
Last Thing I Googled: At the time of this writing? Irish Crown Jewels. Gotta' love a good unsolved heist.
No tags here! Again, this is mostly just a catch all of inspo and occasional ramblings of my stuff (and it's VERY occasional... very rare occasion). Even my RP Discord is a completely different identity. If you wanna do this, I can't and won't stop you. :)
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truckreincarnation · 10 months ago
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I Can’t Remember A Single Role I Was Suited For | Manami | 4.2 | RE: Esmée, Bian, Theo, Germain
Seeing Esmée like this breaks her heart. Manami forces herself to stay lost in the colours of Calum’s cape, ears tuned in but eyes vacant. Bian, too, every time she says dad it twists the vice in her own chest even tighter.
And then Bian says something else that knocks her nearly damn all the way out of her little pity party. Are You Jeff.
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“Wh-wh-wh-WHAAAAA?”
The way Manami yelps and full-body startles like a frightened cat when Bian asks her if she’s Jeff is probably answer enough on its own. After a moment of clear, off-guard surprise, she has the decency to look a little sheepish about the outburst, doing her little finger-tappy pointing thing with an almost comical shy pout.
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“Sorry about that, you just, um, just surprised me. You… gosh, you just know me so well, Bian. I… yeah, I’m Jeff. It’s really stupid, but, but I just thought having a reminder of something like a dark creepypasta character on hand might help me remember what was at stake for me with that really mean motive I had!! Like, um, like the Sword of Damocles, but… the Knife of Jeff. I, I didn't think… and then… and then after all this I didn't want anyone to worry, so I didn't say anything. It was just a stupid nod to a stupid internet story. That's all.”
Moving on from that particularly embarrassing personal anecdote, thank you very much. She sinks back comfortably into her grief, remaining afloat with a death grip on lights and colours. She tangles her fingers in her hair as she trips over Theophania’s words and into her own.
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“If you saw Frank crawling, then, um, like Germain is asking, maybe you would have seen or heard- um, oh, maybe not with your ears! You said you didn’t really get that fixed until after you were out of the Blossom yourself. Still!! Surely you would have seen something else happen to cause it, right?”
She pauses to think, expression growing more perturbed. 
“Unless you couldn’t have seen what happened to it from the outside. Bear with me here, I just…”
God. Is she really about to say this? Is she really, truly, about to do this again? When did the version of events she finds herself about to suggest become the ideal, the best-case-scenario, the wishful thinking?
“If someone wasn’t totally unconscious or incapacitated when you, um…. send them in. Could they voluntarily dispel the effect, maybe?”
Manami frowns even deeper at the mere thought of it.
“Because I don’t know if D- dammit, if Frank died exactly where the flower spit him out. There’s that one long trail of drag marks from where I assume he was crawling, and the ground right under him is… more disturbed than I think it would be if he dropped out and just dropped dead from someone trying to kill him.”
Her breath catches, almost in a wheeze. Happy ending - yeah right.
“Whatever the case, one way or another he made it to Luz after getting out, and she was killed by the explosion. That’s… that’s still what we need to figure out here. Esmée is completely right. The explosion was intentional and… that’s what we need to figure out, even if the deaths probably weren’t. In fact... I'm pretty sure they can't have been. If the radius was doubled, it should have only had an intended effective blast zone of around 25 feet. All three of Theophania, Luz, and Frank were further away from the Gate than that. And I'm no expert, but I can't imagine they were thrown that far by the blast, even if it was twice as powerful as intended. If it launched them that far, it... probably would have killed at least one of them on impact instead of... ouuuuughhhhg..h.h.."
Thanks for the insight on that, Avery. Manami hums morosely in thought. This! Sucks!
“If they were trying to destroy the barrier and had no idea their bomb would backfire so strongly, it makes sense that the creator would also be standing within 50 feet of it. Thrown or launched… I know we’re kind of  stupidly strong now, but why take any chances of it missing? They’d probably want to be close enough to make a run for it before anyone could be alerted to reactivate it too. But… hmmm. No, isn't that also weird?”
She twists her hair into tighter curls. Think. Think.
“Even Theophania’s crazy-strong healing factor didn’t patch her back up that quickly, or that thoroughly. Frank and Luz were in awful shape. If it wasn’t one of those three-- which, um, isn’t an accusation, don’t get me wrong!! -- then how did the culprit avoid getting injured?”
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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago
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We have more reports to update and new ones to issue
-the clones are being pushed back and eaten alive. They had 20 bases they're real big and those were the cavern bases. Right now they're down to three when people are hiring more troops everyday and they're doing well... There were 30 large cavern and they are being eaten alive, there's about 10 remaining.. 300 regular or medium cavern bases the down to about 10 those are going fast they got information on them they had to move just reports that giant spiders were heading this way never falls there are crabs. Another monitoring the holes and the tunnels and they didn't get far they're wheezing and stuff after about a mile get there 10 ft but the tanks went over and hit them. The other ones can't see it. Old enough nobody got harmed but they were very surprised. Mostly they destroyed them some people ate it and they're sick they're crappy even though they came from the ocean
-just started a chain reaction there's a bunch of idiots trying to bring them ashore and sacrifice them in front of the big one and they're getting killed Max and others are picking them up or just shooting them and the crabs eat them then they shoot the crabs it's gross. Here they kept on the tunnels we do a lot of it McDonald's to some next to some and the more locker kept out permanently
-Jason and his people are being removed from the state forever they don't want them here they're scourge and they're losers their show in the Golden buffet was ridiculous and we hate them and don't want them at the house at all they try and get here which they have been they get annihilated by a whole bunch of people and we're bringing them to court tomorrow for what they were doing here and Stan is going to court tomorrow to try and buy his property back and the max don't want to hear it and are telling him he'll be arrested and he thinks he's the balls so he's going to go there. Sherry is waiting for him to drop dead yes. And she'll own the property and she will start doing repair work if she can and that's what we heard to say we having a believer because anybody would move out if it doesn't work and it's on its last leg she said and it probably is and the septic is a question really that much water on it and the pavement leaking who knows the back doesn't stay wet long enough then you can mount it up a little to get the water out people say that and it's true the surface water goes elsewhere so she's thinking about it and is working on it
-there's a few other things happening things are changing here slowly the idiots are getting fired slowly and other mild idiots Are taking over and they're more reasonable still kind of harsh but it is more pleasant and things actually work s the max are coming from behind corners of movie in and seem to keep them around no it's a process and it's going on that's very big shortly the morlock will be pushed out fully and we mean out of all of the living areas some people are stuck in these Holocaust houses and they hate it and the McDonald's are doing it and they're not and they're in some of them so that's stupid and they want to put our sun in it and it says why should I join you in that crap and they say the internet says no I'm not this is one of the boss's houses and it's true but he's not a boss of the Holocaust at all and we are going forwards and putting lawsuits together on people who keep harassing him we expect the situation to be cleared up within a week or so it's a nightmare here still you people won't leave him alone regardless it active manual labor today and her son couldn't even help him and he wanted him to it was horrible
-after time we started to figure out something he doesn't want to do the lifting no he doesn't care it's not a holocaust house it's funny though everyone's seen this longer machine s*** but I have to do the laundry somewhere so there's a few other things happening we want Dave and Trump out and Terry and they won't move and are very fresh mouthed and they get hit a lot. And Mike too says they get hit a lot and is evidence everywhere and it's shown it and they shy wave and keep on doing the crap so they don't care if they get hit they just want to annoy him and it's extremely angry and frustrating so we put in motion tonight more programs to stop them they're really supported by too many people and they found them holding people out of houses a lot of them revoked their support and starting to work
-Trump is under multiple charges and we're going to come back in a moment but he is going down the river and he is not going to be president and he's not going to run there's too much evidence against him and there's too many people who are filing statements and pressing charges civil and criminal and he is going to face the music and they want him to shut up and get away from him and stop acting like a little child along with his baby boy. If he doesn't they're going to throw the book at him you give me the time frame and he's just sitting there scoffing acting like an a****** already after September he has an October court date in Georgia and those charges are extremely serious and there's three people or four now we're turning evidence on him and not to mention people who are not involved with it 100% who are offering information like the president and Justin and Camilla will and Bill Ken and Mack and all sorts of people because I can't stand him okay the idiot needs to move out and he's sitting there being an annoying a****** all day and night and he's annoying everybody now 20 people went out to the inner ring and solicited help from millions and millions of people they're all dead and the 20 people died there's 60 households that are original and John remillard got pulled out of 30 more he had 60 houses and he got pulled out of 30 tonight and 20 before it has 10 only but his died in combat no they were pulled out and taking a prison and they're going to be executed tonight and there are 10 households left that are the trumpsters and really just five people here and they change houses and a bunch of assholes and they're keeping the little girl out and she's pissed off she tries to hit them all the time and they're gross people and vulgar and rude crafts mean and their thieves and keep stealing from each other and beating each other up it's just a nightmare that's so gross and act like animals so we want them out and we're pressing charges bringing them to court tomorrow for their behavior here they don't own any of these houses and they're not they're not paying rent of these 10 houses and the landlords that own them lost but they only own two the other one is Biden. And he's going to get his butt kicked in court and he's abusing our son he's just the thing to do because of Tommy F what time you have is losing and he he tell me if was losing and he had a huge empire gigantic and this moron Trump ruined it which is good for us but it was huge and it got ruined by doing that to him
-there's another group of people that are going to get evicted other than Trump and it's bja and from all over the place and from the neighborhood well usually requires a lot more Force but they're evicting him from houses and others but specifically him because of how he took over a bunch of houses he came in with his people and he would wipe out the area of houses over and over and all the others know it including minority morlock and they're going after them now over the houses that are remaining to get them out and the Max and McDonald's are evicting them from the remaining House of saying that they committed murders and that's what they did and John remillard did too but nowhere near as many as bja and he was killing John Reema Lord and his company of yappers they say cuz they were and right now the households are really low by comparison what they were they were like 20 plus percent of the habitats right now it's about 10% above 15% we discussed and they are being yanked out and they're infighting you think by tomorrow they'll be for only 5% left and then we're going to begin recording off more neighborhoods above and beyond the 5% it's going to be pulled out and tomorrow we should probably get two and a half percent there are going other evictions going on and they're going on because of Court proceedings and some are in the neighborhood and they're evicting three people for non-payment it's not these people here who haven't paid a dime for years it's a couple streets over to the South and they are guilty of course and they say they're not it's a lot of money they owe like $20,000 each and is three of them and they watch our son go by and start saying s*** every single time they're a bunch of bums out here and losers and low lives and don't know the math so they're getting evicted by the landlords for McDonald's and they're going to make it stick they say and they'll be 57 households after that we suspect they'll have an action tomorrow with maybe 20 more households and it's really getting down there and the warlock should notice it but they're not because they move more in and they just switch out all the time and disappear and it's a mess so it's hard to tell they say but that's what's going on it is progress against this group
-this is all going to speed up momentarily as people seek these robots I'm going to publish and talk to that in a minute
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welcometomybraincomics · 1 year ago
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Just read a post bemoaning characters specifically introduced as love interests and I'm just- Like, 100% weren't talking about me, I live in my dusty little corner of the internet, but Rayd is 100% that, but also, like all of my Neigbhor's characters have, like 0 personality until I find a funny situation for them.
They're all so fucking basic, lmao
Ooh, but back to the love interest bit- it's not very clear since I haven't made any comics in a while, but The Neighbors is 100% and episodic comic. and by "Episodic" I mean there's no through line/continuous plot, they're just doing bullshit
That being said, I have not contrived an introduction for Rayd yet, but now I have an idea and it's definately funnny
Ok, so, context: one of my first jokes with Katerax, aside from the fact that he angy, is that he can't keep a girlfriend and gets super sad every time he breaks up. Now, that doesn't sound comedic, but the commedic part comes in with consideration to how often he gets a freaking girlfriend aoierjaigr Which is- *Wheeze* So fucking often
Like, one of my unpublished comics has a "Days since Kat had a girlfriend" counter and, like it lasted 3 days oeijfoief
So, the joke was he falls head over heels fast and gets absolutely devastated every time he gets dumped, but I thought that was kind of depressing, so then I made Rayd (who has actually been in a few comic drafts)
So! The concept for how Rayd gets introduced:
Nami is out on the town and sees Kat on a date with Rayd and she goes "Woah! You have a girl friend!?"
Kat: Um, yeah. I do have a life outside of the house you know *tone implies that Nami does not, which is a fair assumption bc she works at night, aka. when everyone's asleep, and crawls out her window like the gremlin she is instead of using the door, so nobody actually freaking hears her leave the house)
Nami: *Exaggerated gasp* I do too have a life outside the house! I've got *starts listing her family members and acquaintances, of which include her Boss (her uncle), her underlings (she's part of an organized crime family), and all the people she harasses for work/has made an enemy of)*
Kat: *open jawed shock bc this is the first time anyone in the house has learned what Nami actually does for a living. They all just thought she was a shut-in (inaccurate, she goes outside) or maybe a rich kid who didn't have to work*
Rayd: *also startled bc she's been with Kat long enough now to hear him complain about his roommates craziness, but didn't expect this level of Wild*
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Alt.
Nami: I do too have a life outside of the house! I have- I have! ..... *hand on chin in thought*
Que Nami's quest to prove she has a life outside of the house, featuring...
A trip to the less safe part of town where everyone seems to know her
her siblings who look nothing like her (they're all adopted)
a quest to show she Definately Has a Hobby (I mean, she gardens, but she counts that as "in the house"), which includes.... looking at gass station knives? Idk, I just want her to, like enthusiastically do her bullshit and drag Kat (and subsequently Rayd) around like "See, seee!?"; mmmmmm If I wanna go in on the gardening angle, like, I guess she could enthusiastically drag them around to green houses that are.... dramatic and suspicious (Insert running joke on Nami eating dangerous plants and being fine)
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