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ruffboijuliaburnsides · 2 years ago
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anyway no i will not put my age in my bio - I mentioned I'm married, so I'm clearly an adult and that is all the immediately accessible info you're finding about that.
@ my fellow adults who use tumblr a lot:
can you PLEASE put your age in your about/sidebar and make sure it’s accessible on mobile. imo if you’re an adult esp 20+ it’s a little weird that you wouldn’t have your age readily available on your blog. if you’re reading this now and you don’t have your age listed, please rectify that. i feel like teenagers get lured into talking to adults in fandom/lgbt spaces that they may not have intentionally sought out because they think they’re talking to other teenagers, and this can lead to a lot of other �� much more insidious –problems
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classyrbf · 28 days ago
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COME HOME! — TOJI FUSHIGURO
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SYNOPSIS...you’re afraid one day he won’t come home, leaving you in a constant state of worry and fear of what could happen especially with his family in on the line
INFO...toji fushiguro x ex assassin fem!reader, fluff with some angst, domestic relationship, megumi is readers bio kid, toji an assassin, mentions of blood, sweet ending, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
i'm sorry for being gone for so long and not writing anything or even sticking to my kinktober plan, quite literally fell into a black hole of unmotivation and writing smut was not helping at all lmao
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The night was brutal, cold air striking your skin and the winds were sharp. Yet, you sat by the cracked window, your skin felt like it was on fire. Police sirens flooded the silence and the small dim lamp did its best to light up the room. With your knees tucked to your chest, you sat and watched the cars drive by, one of the streetlights flickering every now and again. Little Megumi slept soundly in his room, tucked warmly in his bed with his favorite stuffed dinosaur. You had been up for hours, waiting for Toji to come back home from his job.
You lived with worry that one day he wouldn’t show up, come back home to you and his son. What he did was dangerous, being an assassin and what not. He always brags about how he’s the best, so fast and strong, silent as a mouse that most of them don’t even get the chance. But, what if there’s someone out there who is strong enough to put up a fight? What if he gets caught? Seriously injured? That’s what makes you worry. You knew what you were getting yourself into from the moment you met him because you also used to be an assassin, but as soon as you found out you were pregnant, that lifestyle was cut short. You’d never do anything to put your son in danger.
Many talks between you Toji about changing what he does, doing something better, safer, always led to arguments. It’s like killing was the only thing he knew how to do. It’s sad to say. But you couldn’t help but love him, and worry for him, care for him. You only wanted Megumi to be safe. The job was a dangerous one. Creating enemies along the way, a target painted on your head. You just needed him to come home. Nervously biting at your nails, your eyes scanned the streets and tops of the grungy apartment buildings. You always wanted to move out of this damn city, but Toji said it’d be too obvious if you two moved somewhere nice, somewhere you couldn’t blend in. As much as you hate to admit it, he was right. You just didn’t want Megumi growing up here, turning out like you or his father. You wanted better for your son.
The rattling of the doorknob makes your head spin, jumping to your feet before even thinking. You were on full alert, hoping whoever walks in was your husband and your husband only. Your eyes narrowed, the bulky frame of Toji stumbling through the doorway, his skin pale and shining with sweat. He slammed the door behind him, groaning in pain as he dragged his feet across the floor and to the nearest chair. He didn’t look too well.
Immediately, you walked out of the living room and into the kitchen, assessing him with a worried look in your eye. “Toji, baby?” You nearly fall over when you cup his face, his nose bloody and lip busted. You don’t even notice he’s holding his side. “What the fuck happened?” You’re cupping his face, eyes scanning his finger when you see the copious amounts of blood on his hands. Lifting his shirt, you see the huge gash on his side. “Fucking hell.”
“Missed you too, sweets,” he struggles to even speak, letting out a pained sigh. “Where’s the kid?” He asks, looking at you rummaging through the cabinets for the first aid kit.
“He’s fine, sleeping. Why?” You glance over your shoulder, snatching the first aid off of the shelf. You kneel in front of him, taking the bottle of alcohol and pouring it straight onto the wound.
“Fuck!” He screams, slamming his hand on the table. “Son of a bitch!” He hisses, clenching his eyes shut. “Could’ve warned me, you know?” He breathed heavily, his chest heaving up and down.
“Would’ve been worse if I did. Answer my questions,” you demand, wiping the blood around his wound while applying pressure.
“Fucker that got me knew about you and the kid. Though…shit—thought someone else might’ve came after you two. I tried getting here as fast as I could,” he sighs. His eyes flutter shut, clenching his fists so hard the whites of his knuckles show. “Don’t worry, I killed him. Obviously.”
“Yeah, he still fucked you up pretty good though.” You shake your head, grabbing the bandage and placing it over the gash. “I told you Toji, we need to leave, find somewhere safer, better. You need to quiet this shit, okay? We got a fucking kid to look out for—”
“Mommy? Daddy?” The soft sound of Megumi’s voice made you spin. He rubs his tired eyes, clinging onto his stuffed dinosaur. “Is daddy okay? I heard him yell.”
“I’m okay, Megs.” Toji flashes a smile. “Mommy’s just helping me with something and then I’ll come tuck you back in, alright? Go back to bed.” He points back to his room.
“Daddy’s okay, baby,” you say softly. Megs just nods and tiredly shuffles back into his room. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you wrap the gauze tightly around his torso before cutting it with the scissors and tucking it under. You toss the scissors to the floor, standing back to your feet to rid your hands of his blood. This is what you were afraid of. This is what you didn’t want. You were a mother now and you knew just how cruel this world was.
You take a rag and wet it under the water before gently lifting his chin, and wiping the blood from his nose. You’ve done this too many times before, it was practically like muscle memory. Stitching yourself up, wiping the blood that seeped into your skin and now you’re doing the same for him. His hands find your waist, squeezing gently while you stand between his legs and Toji forgets about the pain for a moment. His glossy eyes look up at you and he realizes what he has. A wife, a son, a family who cares about him, loves him. You’re always so gently yet so affirmative and he’s reminded why he fell in love with you. You make up every part of him that was missing.
“I’m sorry.” His voice and raspy and delicate. “I know I scared you when I walked through the door like this.” He gently grabs your wrist, pulling your hand from his face. “Look at me, baby.” And when your eyes meet his, he can tell just how worried you are, how much you’re hiding just to seem strong. “I’m sorry.”
Tears well up in your eyes and they’re falling before you could blink them away. “I’m so scared you won’t walk through the door one day, Toji. I wait by the window, watching and listening. Looking out for our baby boy. I don’t want that day to come when you’re not here because of this stupid fucking job,” you cry, looking away from him as you sob into your hands.
His heart breaks at your cries, pulling you down into his chest despite the pain he’s in because he couldn’t care less about that right now. He soothingly rubs your back, placing a kiss on your head. “We’ll leave tomorrow. Everything. Move somewhere else. Start a new life. I fucking promise you. I should’ve listened to you before and I’m so sorry.” His voice shakes with each word. “You don’t know how scared I was to walk in here thinking something might’ve happened to you and Megs. Just thinking about that…fuck…I can’t imagine.” He shakes his head. You cling onto him, holding him tightly. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” you sniffle. Lifting your head, you gently caress his cheek with the pad of your thumb, searching his eyes and you see is sadness and sincerity. “Tomorrow. Promise?”
“I promise, baby. Me, you, and the kid. We’ll all get outta here. Go somewhere nice. Maybe a beach, watch him play in the sand?” Toji chuckles. You nod, laughing. “There’s that smile,” he says.
“Daddy?” The little patters of Megumi’s feet make their way into the kitchen. “Are you still gonna tuck me in?” He pouts.
Toji looks at you and then at his son. You hop off of his lap and he stands up as if nothing is wrong, but still walking with a slight limp and his hand holding his side. “Come here, kid.” He scoops him up with arm like he weighed nothing. “How about you sleep with me and mommy tonight, huh?” He reaches to ruffle Megumi’s hair. You walk over to the both of them, your chest feeling warm, a smile adorning your face. Megumi leans his head on Toji’s shoulder, quickly shutting his eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
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airbendertendou · 5 months ago
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CHERRY TiNTED! ♡ chifuyu matsuno
synopsis : timeskip!chifuyu learns something about you from the past... it changes things.
cw : non-sexual bathing together , mutual pining but theyre both DUMB
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"It's too bad," Hinata speaks as she picks at the frosting on her cake. Her lips poke out absentmindedly as she scoops a glob onto her fork. Takemichi tilts his head with a tap to her shoe — Hinata jumps, as if remembering he was with her. "That [Name] is leaving. That Chifuyu never felt the same. We became close friends and now..."
Takemichi blinks, memories that don't feel like his racing into his head. Flashes of you — a friend of a friend that Kazutora vouched for — and the pinkened, lovey-dovey eyes you always had set on Chifuyu popped into his mind. Along with the pining — from the other side, it seemed. "What do you mean?"
Hinata takes a sip of her drink. "[Name] never made a move because Chifuyu was always going on dates with other people. Took the hint, you know?”
"There was a chance," Takemichi blinks dumbly. Hinata sits up in her chair. leaning closer as her own eyes widen. "Chifuyu has a crush on [Name]. Always has."
The red-head sits frozen for a second before she sinks into her seat, closing her eyes in defeat. "What idiots."
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Bloody, bruised knuckles greet Takemichi when he comes back. He's panting and staring up at the sky, then at Chifuyu. The blond holds his hand out, pulling Takemichi up with a grunt. "All good?"
"Yeah," Takemichi breathes. His memories come back with a blink — past him decided to run his mouth again and couldn't put up a fight. "Thanks. Did I win?"
"Oh, yeah," Smiley pops up. His grin seems to widen — Takemichi thinks he's laughing at him. "Won big time. Always do."
Chifuyu clicks his tongue, looking away before slinging an arm around the timeleaper. "Let's get patched up. See you later!"
It's with alcohol stinging his cuts and a cold, pre-boiled egg on his eye that Takemichi remembers. There was a drink — your favorite that Chifuyu always brought home ; there was an ice cream — one that matched the color of your eyes.
You — he couldn't fight well, but maybe he could change your future. Make sure your heart is accepted ; your pining and Chifuyu's finished.
“Chifuyu.” Takemichi holds onto his shoulders. The blond blinks, eyes wide and confused. Michi sighs, “you have a chance with your roommate. You always have.”
He walks away, leaving Chifuyu confused. “Roommate…?” Something must’ve happened in the future, he thinks with a finger held to his chin. Chifuyu nods to himself, I’ll stop it!
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The shower is running when Chifuyu finishes getting ready. He waits on the spritz of his favorite cologne — he waits, for what, he's not sure. His shoes stay by the door — socks fresh on his feet as he runs a hand through his hair.
"[Name]?" He taps on the bathroom door softly with his knuckles. "I'm heading out now."
"Sure you don't want to join me first?"
It's something you always say — sly, flirty invites that he always denies. Chifuyu smirks, tugging on the sleeves of his shirt. Little did Chifuyu know, the sound of the shower muffled your sniffles and hiccups. He didn’t know then, but now—
Takemichi’s voice echoes in his head.
Turning on his heel, Chifuyu welcomes himself into the warm, steamy bathroom.
The curtain slides open, revealing you with your mouth agape, staring in shock. Chifuyu slots right under the shower, the water drenching him and his clothes. He lets out a sigh, cupping your cheek. “Why are you crying?”
“I’m not,” you deny. Your nose scrunches as you sniffle, “s’the water. Why are you in here with your clothes on?”
Reddened, lithe fingers shake as they unbutton the top he’s wearing, slinging it onto the bathroom floor with a plop! His pants and underwear go next — you avert your eyes quickly. Chifuyu chuckles, “why are you so shy now?”
“Didn’t think you’d actually get in here,” you mumble. Blinking as his hands latch onto your hips, you frown. “What about your date?”
Chifuyu doesn’t think as he says, “want you more.” He’s fighting the urge to bury himself into your neck and take a nibble — your body wash smells so good and you look divine.
“What?”
“[Name].” It’s said with a loud, exasperated laugh as Chifuyu’s head falls back. “Do I have to spell it out for you?” One hand shoots to your cheeks, gripping them softly as he connects your eyes. “I like you — so much. I want to share a room and go on grocery store dates and get so lovesick it’s annoying. Got it?”
Your eyes are wide and almost pink as you speak through puffed cheeks. “Got it.”
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skzhua · 2 years ago
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Episode six.
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MASTERLIST
pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader
genre: Fluff, angst, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.
word count: 3.1k
warnings: A lot is happening in such a short time, mentions of deceased parents, drinking, teenage behaviour, suggestive.
summary: Transferring to KISS was the last thing you had asked for and, yet, a certain tall boy made it seem both worse and better than you expected.
note: Bold - Korean, Italic - Over the phone
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Min Ho walked out of his room to see you sitting at the counter, enjoying your morning coffee alone. He went to go grab his mist that stood next to your mug, passing in front of you in the process which exposed you to his shirtless figure. You groaned out of disgust.
"Can't you put a shirt on?"
"Not my fault you can't handle this?" he pointed to his muscular torso with a smirk on his face.
Misting his face with his eyes closed, he didn't notice you got off your stool to step closer to him. You eyed him up and down, checking out how hot he was.
"You're right." Your hot breath made him open his eyes. "I can't handle it."
"I'm right?"
Up on your tiptoes, you leaned closer to his ear. Min Ho felt his heart get faster and faster.
"You're too bloody hot." you whispered sensually
Taking the mist from his hand, you put it aside and slid your arms around his neck. He gulped and his eyes flickered down to your lips. He carefully placed his hands on your waist.
"I hope you're not joking." he breathed out in a low voice.
"Why would I be joking?"
"Because you hate-"
You shushed him and leaned closer to his face. Min Ho felt the pace of his heart quickened more and held you tighter. As your lips were about to touch, Min Ho shook himself awake. Sitting up on his bed, he felt the sweat drip on his forehead. Never in his life had he had such an explicit dream of someone he despised so much.
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The week consisted of two things: school and Kitty's venting. As much you liked the girl, she had nothing else to talk about but her supposed-discovery that your professor was her potential brother and that Dae hadn't thanked her for giving him back her necklace. So, reading a book in the comfort of your couch was enough for her to understand you had other things to do and she continued to rant to Q. You hadn't read far because your phone rang to notify you that someone texted you.
Yuri: Sleepover tonight?
Y/N: What's the occasion?
Yuri: Nothing, I just need to get my mind off things.
Y/N: Sure.
Yuri: Are you going to Min Ho's party? We could go together.
Min Ho. Again. And again. The two of you had not talked since the accident. Not that you minded. In fact, you were quite happy to not have him around as much. Though he did start to act weirdly around you the day after. You didn't question it as he was probably getting sick of seeing you just as much as you were.
You weren't going to go to the party. He did add you to the list of guests but it wasn't your thing. Adding the fact that it was against the rules and that your aunt was the vice-principal, you didn't want to get in trouble.
Y/N: I'll see. I'll be at your place in an hour.
You packed pyjamas and clothes for the next day in your bag and went to grab your toothbrush and other necessities in the bathroom. Opening the door, Min Ho was already there putting on his night cream. As soon as he saw you, he stopped moving. You gestured for him to move aside so you can grab your things but he didn't budge.
"Min Ho." you said in a warning voice.
He cleared his throat and finally left you space. You looked at him weirdly while shoving your hairbrush in your bag. You accidentally touched one of his products as it was in the way and he gasped in panic.
"Don't touch that!"
"You're getting weirder and weirder every day." you sighed.
"What are you even doing?"
"Be glad, I'm sleeping at Yuri's tonight. A small break away from you is going to do me some good."
He forced a smile. "That's so thoughtful of you."
You arrived at Yuri's soon enough and she invited you in kindly, offering you something to drink. Walking to her living room, you saw your aunt discussing in laughter with Principal Lim. She got up as soon as she saw you and came to engulf you in a tight hug.
"I haven't heard about you in days, I was wondering how you were doing."
"I'm great. I'm sorry I couldn't spend Chuseok with you."
She shook her head vigorously. "I'm just glad you spent time with your friends."
"Y/N is among our best rising students. Her grades are impressive." Jina added. "And I'm more than happy she and Yuri get to bond."
"Mom." Yuri rolled her eyes.
"What?" she said innocently.
"We'll be in my room."
She took your hand and dragged you behind her before shutting her door. With a heavy sigh, she let herself fall on her bed.
"I'm sorry if my invitation was so sudden. I felt lonely and I'm sick of only having Dae around."
You sat next to her. "I understand. I needed a break from my dorm anyway."
She frowned. "It's not going well?"
"I was misplaced in the boys dorm." you admitted.
"Oh."
"Right, oh." you chuckled. "Don't rat me out."
She zipped her mouth to confirm you that you could trust her. "Who are you rooming with?"
"Dae."
She gasped. "No way."
"And Q, and Min Ho." you failed to mention Kitty since you didn't want to cause a fuss over it.
"Y/N, the hell?"
You shrugged your shoulders. "We manage. The guys are not that bad, I swear."
"You could have asked to change."
"I tried already but the girls' is full. It's all good, don't worry."
She didn't seem fully convinced but she didn't push it. "Alright, if you say so."
"How about you? Have you heard from Juliana?"
Her head dropped down. "I've seen her on the first day but she left to whatever school, away from me. She promised we would find each other again but I'm starting to lose hope."
You rubbed her shoulder in a comforting way. "I'm sorry you have to go through this."
She exhaled loudly. "It's okay, it's only a rough pass, right?"
You acquiesced with her. To take her mind off everything, you prompted you do some face masks while watching the movie of her choice. You definitely didn't think you'd be doing anything of that sort when coming to KISS, even less with Yuri. For once, you felt like the two of you were more than forced friends and that you genuinely were bonding.
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You left with Yuri to go to school and went separate ways so she could join Dae. As for you, Q texted you to join him and Kitty before class.
The three of you went to get ice americanos and sat at a table while Kitty went on with her necklace story. You almost wished you had stayed with Yuri.
"While I would love to talk about this whole thing again, I'd rather shove scissors in my ears, no offense." you said after she moved to talking about Dae again.
Q sighed in relief. "Yes, thank you. Seriously, this whole week, all we've been hearing is Dae, necklace, Yuri, Alex, necklace, Alex, Yuri, Dae, necklace... You're like a robot that's malfunctioning, stuck on a loop."
You nodded. "Yeah, and didn't you come here to have new experiences and love your life?"
"You know what Min Ho's Madness Party is?" Q asked which earned him a look from Kitty and you. "A new experience."
"Ugh, God. I can't believe I was about to stay in on a Friday night, pouting about a boy." she grunted. "Oh, no. I'm turning into LJ..."
"I'm out for this one. I'm not going." you announced before sipping on your coffee.
Q's eyes went wide. "What? No, both of you have to come. You're going to go out into the great big world and be a new kind of yourselves."
"A new kind of ourselves who..?" you trailed off in confusion.
"Who'll find someone to kiss?"
You exploded in laughter but Kitty seemed to be in agreement with his suggestion. "I always thought Dae would be my first kiss, and now he's the only boy in the world who can't be."
"Yeah, I know, I know. But think of all the possibilities. Seriously, use that matchmaker skill on yourself. Switch it up!" Q beamed at her.
"Okay... I could kiss somebody tonight. Yeah, I will kiss somebody tonight."
"Yes, girl." he shouted, satisfied.
"You guys have fun boy-chasing." you chuckled but Q shook his head
"Don't think you can get away from this, my friend."
You groaned. "Do I have to come?"
"Yes, please. You could help me with finding a boy." Kitty begged.
"I don't have your talent with that sort of things."
It was Q's turn to beg. "Y/N, I never see you go out much. It'll be fun. Consider it as a night out with us only."
You bit your lip in hesitation. "I guess I can stay for a bit. I might leave earlier, though."
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Kitty helped you with choosing what you were going to wear. Since it was supposedly the event of the year, she insisted that you looked your very best. While she picked a tight black top with an equally tight black skirt, she spotted your red sheer top with a V neckline.
"Why is it that I have never seen you wear this?"
You took it from her. "It's something Yuri forced me to buy when we went shopping together once, nothing extravagant."
She scoffed. "Are you kidding? This will look amazing with your black skirt. Oh, and your chain necklace!"
You bickered over it until you gave up and changed. You helped her with the makeup and hair before doing yours. Satisfied with your looks, you went to the event together. The place was gigantic, a good way for Min Ho to show off his wealth as he was the one renting it.
"Do you see Q? He told me he was going to be with Florian." Kitty asked and you shook your head, clueless on where your friend was.
After assuring her that you'd be fine alone, you went separate ways to find the guys. The crowd was already dancing like there was no tomorrow, leaving you close to no space to pass through. You ended up getting out of the pack of people and opted to go look towards the bar. A wave of relief travelled your body when your eyes narrowed down to your friends as they were exchanging hugs and laughs. You wanted to join them but a voice calling you out interrupted you.
"Can I offer you something to drink? It's on me."
You stopped on your tracks as you held your breath, slowly turning around. Coming face to face with Min Ho, you smiled awkwardly as he gasped in horror.
"That's how you pick up on girls?" you let out a laugh as he cursed at himself for hitting on you.
"Ah, my eyes! It's like looking directly to the sun." Min Ho grumbled to himself.
You didn't bother staying with him as Q saw you from afar and invited you to join the lot.
"Hey, guys." you waved at them and Q could only laugh as he watched Min Ho behind you.
"You're so hot, you even got him to stare."
You brushed it off and hugged Kitty instead. However, she immediately broke away from it and pointed behind you.
"Dae is here." she said and Dae smiled at her from afar. "Nope. I am here to meet a new boy to kiss."
She stole Q's mocktail and expected for it to have alcohol in it. After discussing liquor, you picked up another drink that Q ordered for you and asked Florian to put his strong alcohol in it.
"Need to get tipsy?" Florian asked.
"Terribly."
Kitty laughed and raised her glass. "To new experiences. Let's do this."
Dae walked up to her and began to say something but the three others walked away. Clueless, you stood still and gave him a sad look.
"Good luck with that." you tapped his shoulder before catching up to the others.
You all soon went on the dance floor and started to enjoy the party fully. You bumped into someone by accident and apologized quickly. The girl squealed when she saw you.
"Y/N! I haven't seen you around much." Eunice exclaimed.
"I wasn't out much either."
"Good thing you are here. I talked about you to this boy the other day and he's so handsome. He's here, you should meet him."
You shook your hands in refusal. "Please, no."
"Come on, I'm sure you'll like him."
You stopped your protests as she pulled you out of the crowd. She walked around for a bit, looking for the man in particular, and then rushed you to him. He was sitting at the bar and exchanging with some other guy.
"Dongmin, this is Y/N."
One of the two guys excused himself and left you while the other smiled at you warmly. He was much taller than you and was definitely the type of guy who knew he was handsome. Well, like Min Ho.
"It's nice to meet you. Eunice has told me all about you."
"I'll leave you to it." the girl in question whispered before disappearing.
You were uncomfortable but at that point, you didn't care that much. Florian might have put too much liquor in your drink since you could already feel the effects. Dongmin ordered one for you and pulled out a flask out of his vest. Although it was a bad idea, you let him pour some in your glass.
"So, your parents were the heads of a restaurant company?"
"That's right."
"It must have been hard when they died. Going from a rich environment to living with the middle-class."
You almost spit out your sip. "Excuse me?"
"Well, it must be different now, no? I've heard you needed a scholarship to come here instead of being able to pay for your studies."
"I did get a scholarship, but-"
He cut you off. "I'm supposing your parents left nothing for you? Wow, that sucks."
"What? How-"
"Dongmin." someone said as they stopped behind you.
"Ah. The host of the event. How are you, Min Ho?"
"I'd be doing better if you weren't harassing my friend."
You stopped breathing for a bit. Min Ho was coming to your rescue and you couldn't be any more thankful for it. But you didn't understand why he was doing this.
"Harrassing? We were just talking."
Min Ho gave him a sour look. "About her parents, yeah? I don't think she appreciates it."
"We're good, man." Dongmin defended. "Right, Y/N?"
You simply shrugged your shoulders, earning a huff from Min Ho. "Are you feeling comfortable? Really?" he asked to be sure.
You looked back and forth between the two men and slowly shook your head. That told plenty for Min Ho to take you by the wrist and lead you away from the guy. There was a spot away from the dance floor that was quiet enough to feel more cozy. He invited you to sit and took a bottle of water from behind the bar to give it to you.
"I thought you were better than this to defend yourself."
"Thank you for your concern but I was doing just fine." you argued as you took a sip of water.
"Fine? Y/N, you were almost shaking there."
"Well, now I'm good." you shot at him. "I'll find Kitty and Q."
You left him behind and rushed back to the dancing floor. Little did you know that Min Ho followed you from a distance. Only to keep an eye on you in case you had to bump into Dongmin again.
The night went on, more drinks were consumed on your part, third-wheeling Q and Florian was a good way to summarize the whole thing. You had lost Kitty along the way as she went away after she threw a fit at Dae, evidently too drunk to be in her right mind.
The boys were making out furiously next to you and you were growing more and more disgusted. Not that you didn't root for them but they were far beyond keeping it innocent. Eventually, you left and found Eunice again in the crowd as Yuri started her set.
"I'm sorry about Dongmin. Min Ho told me what happened." she said as she gave you a hug.
She focused back on Yuri but your mind went off somewhere else. Maybe, just maybe, you liked the idea of Min Ho caring about you. After all, he hadn't been so bad in the past recent days.
"I'll be gone for a minute." you said to Eunice before starting to look for Min Ho.
You didn't know what you wanted to tell him but there was this thing between you that needed to be cleared up. With people jamming to the music, it made it hard for you to search for him properly.
As you were about to give up, you saw him from afar by recognizing his green suit that fitted him way too well for your own sake. You walked towards him but stopped when you were close enough to see what he was doing. Holding her closely by the waist, his lips were on Madison's. Your heart fell and it felt like everything around you disconnected. He pulled away from the girl and finally noticed you were standing only a few feet away from him.
"Y/N." he said and let go of Madison.
"I didn't want to interrupt." you managed to say. "I just wanted to-"
You couldn't finish your sentence. The music stopped abruptly and you saw Professor Lee with Principal Lim on the stage with stares of disapproval. Everyone began to run out of the place in a hurry which made you stumble only to crash on someone. You were lucky to find out that it was Yuri and she helped you get out with her and Dae. As soon as you stepped outside, camera flashes were blinding you. Yuri pushed you away violently and took off with Dae. You'd usually say it was a bitch move but considering the fact cameras were capturing her, she was probably only trying to protect you.
Min Ho ran to you after seeing her push you. He held your shoulders and scanned your body for any injury.
"Are you sure you are okay?" he asked again.
"Can you leave me be?" you exploded at him. "Go back to Madison or something."
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @cassieuncaged, @salemwitch96
warnings: swearing
"Where did you get all these boxes?" Norman asked as he stared at the boxes I had piled up in the corner of the main entrance. "I don't remember having this many decorations."
"You inherited them when you married me you dork." I groaned as I lugged another box over to the corner. Norman rushed over to take it from me, grunting as the weight of the box hit him. "Most of these are mine."
"No offense but how could you afford all this?" He asked, sighing as the box was put on the stack.
"Shut the fuck up asshole." I laughed. Norman smiled at me. "Its called money management and collecting over the course of years."
"Well that explains none of the designs matching." Norman said, opening a box and digging through it. "Some of this is neon. Some is gothic. And some is just covered in glitter."
"Yeah. We honestly can probably get rid of a lot of the glitter bombed decorations. There's a few I want to keep though. So don't make any decisions without me." I pointed at Norman and he held up his hands.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He chuckled. Walking over to me, Norman looked into the storage space. "Is that all of it?" I nodded as I grabbed a bag.
"Lucky for you it is." I said. "This is just various window clings. We don't have to use them but it might be fun to split them up and not tell the other where we put any of them."
"Knowing you, I'll wake up to go to the bathroom one night and find one stuck to the mirror in my office." Norman laughed, wrapping his arms around me as I walked past. I laughed as he pulled me to him.
"I make no promises!" I looked at Norman over my shoulder and smiled as his eyes softened. "There's a lot there to get through." I said. He nodded. "And we're going to be spring cleaning as we go." Norman nodded again. "Are you sure you want to do this with me? Last chance to back out." Norman kissed me softly and squeezed my waist.
"I wouldn't dream of it." He breathed out. "I signed up for this. I'm going to see it through dammit." I laughed as I cupped the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair. Norman closed his eyes and hummed as he leaned further into me.
"My adorable little cat." Norman's eyes flew open and he growled at me before kissing me forcefully. "Down kitty." I laughed as he started to dip me. Norman chuckled darkly.
"You know, I have half a mind to drop you right now." He teased. I rolled my eyes as he pulled me back up.
"No you wouldn't." I said, stepping away from him to grab the decorations. "You love me too much to do that. Besides, I'd get hurt and you would treat yourself like shit if that happened so I know you're only making false threats." Norman grumbled as he came over to pull a box down. We both sat on the ground as the box was opened and emptied.
"I hate it when you're right." He mumbled. I smiled sweetly at him as we started sorting through the decorations. "What about this one?" Norman held up a pumpkin that was more glitter than anything.
"You can toss that one." I said. "I feel like if you move it you and where ever you put it will just be a pile of glitter." Norman nodded and tossed it in the empty box.
"I'll just dump this after each box. Bernard will probably be confused as hell but probably the easiest way to do this." He shrugged. I nodded as I tossed a beat up plastic door cover into the box. "I liked that one though. Your door was always so cute with it."
"First off Norman. It's torn to hell. It's time to let it go." I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. "Second off. Cute?! Blood and guts and keep out in big bloody letters is not cute!" I shoved him and Norman fell to the floor with a laugh.
"I thought it was." Norman said, lifting his head to look at me. "I'll buy you a new one. I know you liked it a lot." I smiled softly at him as I tossed another glitter pumpkin bomb in the discard box.
"You don't have to do that. We can pick one out together." I said. Norman smiled at me and I shook my head. "And no matter what I say will make you change your mind. Fine."
"Glad to see you're finally learning." Norman joked. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Shut up Osborn." I grumbled. "We've got at least ten more boxes to go through before we can start decorating so get to work." Norman rolled his eyes and continued going through the box.
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hinamie · 6 months ago
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I was scrolling thru your jjk atla art and they all look amazing!! I canf help but wonder though--
Is choso still yuujis brother in this au? If so, is it biological or more so found family???? (Cant imagine the fucked up genetic bullshit goin on if its still bio lmao)
If they arent brothers, whats ur plans for them??
Also choso covered in blood and being a blood bender is scratching my brain man i LOVE HIM
hi!!!! without giving too much away I'll just say that ~98% of the canon jjk familial ties are adhered to :> I can't speak on Plot obv but theres a reason choso was one of the chars whose design i wanted to have Down early :)
and ya !! from a design standpoint (which I Can speak on ghdsgs), i RLY like the concept of all bloodbenders who Want their ability 2 b known wearing bloodied furs ,, a. its so menacing and b. i am always looking for an excuse to put red in a design <3 I'm glad he scratches ur brain as much as he scratches mine !!!!
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meowmeowriley · 5 months ago
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Changes: a Poll-Fic
Chapter 7: Side With Ghost: End
The Fic on Ao3
Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6
Ghost must know something he didn't, and Gaz had never tried to interfere. Soap decided to side with Ghost, give him a moment to explain himself.
Aheh… hahah… ahahahaaa….
"Cap, let's hear him out."
Price looked equal parts surprised and concerned. At first continuing to hold the canister away from Ghost, before finally narrowing his gaze and slowly proffering it back towards the man he'd swiped it from. "Talk first." He demanded.
"It's an antidote." Gaz cut in before Ghost could speak. "Of sorts..." he added hesitantly.
Heheh… mmhmhhmhm…
"I just wanna fix what they did to my mouth." Ghost said quietly, voice barely registering over the roar of the engine and the sounds of the truck bouncing along the uneven dirt road. "We don't have enough to fix everythin'. Just let me fix this."
…Monstrous…
Hah… ahaha… ahahahahahahuhhhhh…
Price seemed to be shocked into silence. Or at least he had been, but he quickly rounded on Soap, and snapped at him. "Would you stop fucking laughing, Sergeant, this isn't the bloody time!"
What? "Ah'm no-"
Heheh… huhhhh… ahah…
"Dammit, Soap-"
"I don't think he can help it, Price." Once again, Gaz seemed to know more than the rest of them. "Doesn't seem to know he's been doing it. Must've been exposed."
"Exposed?" Soap asked dumbly.
Oh, so he didn't know… I'm sorry, Johnny…
"Gas born... something, that gets into you not through your lungs, but through an injury." Gaz gestured towards his arm with his head, where he had his free hand clamped hard over the wound. "Like a bullet wound or," he gestured towards Ghost. "His... everythin'."
"Your hand?" Price asked with a gentleness that he hadn't had since he'd picked the three of them up.
"He was laughing before they lopped off his fingers though." Ghost pointed out.
And that tracked. Soap had been hearing, no, apparently he had been producing the laugh since he'd entered that cursed spiral hall in the basement. Since he'd picked the locks... since he'd-
"I rubbed my eyes?" That couldn't have been it, could it?
"Before or after being exposed to the gas?" Ghost prodded.
"When was I exposed?" Soap hadn't noticed a gas, it must've been odorless, invisible.
Gaz confirmed that, then continued. "There were symbols painted on the door to where they were keeping Ghost, painted in this stuff." He kicked the backpack at his feet, full of canisters or the mystery substance. "The gas was the bio weapon we were sent to investigate. They've been testing it for a while. You would've been exposed to it when you broke the seals, and after, it spread throughout the entire facility."
"The laughing started after I opened that door, yeah. I didn't know it was me." Ghost put his left hand on Soap's shoulder, and Soap was grateful for the contact. He leaned his head on the other man's hand.
Mmmmmhmhm… hmhmhuhh…
Price seemed to make up his mind suddenly, as he grabbed his radio. "Laswell, you are clear for your airstrike."
"You all are danger close, John." She cautioned, her voice crackling through comms.
"Don't care, bring it all down." He sighed heavily. Then, "The research. What'd you find?"
Gaz looked at Ghost, then looked down at his feet. "They had a ton of test subjects. Every one of them developed some sort of insect-like features after exposure. Depending on the wound and the person, it could be more or less disturbing." He winced a bit, probably realizing how his words could hurt Ghost.  "Some of the changes caused by a lengthy exposure seem to be irreversible, even with the yellow stuff." He continued avoiding eye contact with the Lieutenant.
Ghost leaned back and let his head knock off the side of the truck. "Fuuuuuuck." He closed his eye. He let his arm fall from Soap's shoulder.
Gaz continued. "It's suspected that there's a short window of effectiveness for this stuff. There was one guy, poor bastard, who was basically made of roaches. They'd cut him open and the bugs would pour out. Don't know how long they kept playing with the poor guy, but eventually they dropped his entire body into a huge vat of the stuff, and all that came out was a swarm of thousands of 'em. It didn't fix him." He took a shaky breath.
It occurred to Soap then that Gaz must've read about, or worse, watched, what had happened to the countless men who'd been tested on. What's more, he'd swiped the research data, so they had with them whatever he'd seen. Soap wasn't sure if he wanted to see it himself.
"I'm sorry, Ghost-" Gaz started, shakily, but Ghost cut him off.
"Pour it on your arm, Sergeant." He ordered.
"What?"
"Were there timestamps on those videos?" Ghost asked.
"I, erm... I had it on double speed, and wasn't really lookin'-"
"I was there. I saw what they did to him. It's too late for me." Ghost looked so dejected.
Aa Gaz did as he was instructed, Soap reached for Ghost. He brought up his right hand, the injured one, to place on Ghost's shoulder in support, to return the gesture, and it was then that he noticed it. His ring and pinky finger on that hand seemed to have been replaced.
Heheh…
He hadn't felt it happen, but something tore through the bandaging and was filling the fingers of his gloves. Slowly, Soap pulled the glove off. What appeared to be the pincers of a stag beetle were jutting out of the nubs where his fingers had been. He flexed his hand, and the pincers went up and down with his fingers. Tentatively, Soap tried and succeeded in opening and closing them as well.
Gaz started speaking again. "There was one scientist who theorized that it wasn't time based, but instead had to do with whether the person had all of their body parts back, as to whether or not they could be fixed. They took a lot out of that roach guy- oh shit." Soap looked up to see the others all watching him play with his new appendages.
Silently, Ghost handed him a canister.
"I don't have the fingers..." Soap whispered sadly.
"All we can do is hope you don't need 'em. Pour it on." When Soap took the canister and did as he was told, Ghost smiled. It was half hearted, but full of affection. "There's a good lad."
The odd not-quite-liquid, not-quite-gas flowed slowly over Soap's arthropodic digits. It chilled his entire hand, and sent electric tingles through his blood stream.
"Your eyes too, Soap." Price instructed. "Just to be safe."
Ghost took hold of the canister in his left hand, and cradled Soap's chin with his right. "Lean back." He instructed gently.
Heh…
Soap brought up his hand, making sure to cover Ghost's replaced digits with his own. "If it doesn't work, we'll be okay, yeah?"
Simon smiled at him. "Yeah, Johnny. We'll be alright, love."
Huhmmmmmm…
Behind them, Soap could see the fireball as the base was struck by the rockets.
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Somewhere, deep within the jungle, a stag beetle with human fingers where it should have pincers followed closely a centipede with an eyeball for a head.
The pair made their way out of the burned rubble of a base that had come crumbling down on top of them. They made their way into the undergrowth, homing in on where they were meant to be, an entire world away.
The two were succeeded by a veritable army of roaches, dozens of them carrying teeth, and one a tongue. 
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liesmyth · 2 months ago
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may i humbly request a director’s commentary for any part of as long as it is day
omg omg very happily!! Writing that fic was a fantastic experience I love chatting about it
as long as it is day (The Locked Tomb, Time Loop, Gideon-centric; Gideon & John; Gideon & Wake; Gideon/Harrow)
Nonagesimus, you owed me so big. You spat on my gift of a perfectly good soul, you trapped me in the back of your head like a bad dream to be forgotten and brought me back to fight disgusting bloody wasps, and then you got me stuck in a nightmare whirl of the worst fucking night of my life. Which, you know. That’s really saying something.
This fic was written for a fic exchange for @augustmourn who had THE most beautiful collection of prompts ever. It was a struggle to pick only one to fill. I landed on the time loop idea and picked the ending of HtN because it's such a WTF moment for Gideon, with everything happening at once, and discovering who John and Wake are to her literally seconds before disaster.
I decided from the start I wanted Gideon to fight Heralds a lot and die a lot. I spent probably days sliding into @nikkicafeina's DMs to figure out the best John & Gideon's dynamic and we landed on John would be absolutely delighted to have a secret daughter!! who's also Harrow's cav!! That man loves finding His People. Meanwhile, Gideon who just watched John do HtN Act 5 would be extremely wary and pissed off at him. She is NOT impressed with her newfound father. Half the John & Gideon scenes in the fic are John going like, "Wait are you MAD at me?" and Gideon who reluctantly goes from "I want nothing to do with you but unfortunately you're literally God and I need your help to find my girlfriend" to, like... remembering that she grew up as a foundling on the Ninth daydreaming of the day somebody would come for her. She never had anybody before (Harrow is complicated) and now John wants to play cards with her while they're stuck in a time loop. Is he a good person? No. Does it matter? No. Nobody ever even pretended to care about her before.
Gideon & Wake was my favourite part to write. It was hard because Wake as a character is so complicated to me — the strength of her convictions but meanwhile she's sleeping with her mortal enemy on the DL! She will do anything to free her people up to and including killing millions! She only ever saw Gideon as a bio weapon but she says "I'm sorry" the first time they meet face to face! Ultimately, the version of Wake that Gideon meets is a revenant who only wants one thing. Gideon, who grew up talking to her mother's bones, has to put an end to Wake's mission because she needs John to help her find Harrow. As I said in the tags: the universe's WORST family reunion. I'm actually pretty proud of how the final Wake & Gideon scene came out because I gave myself feelings.
Random thoughts:
I love naming TLT fics after Bible verses especially when they are sort of ironic. This one is from John 9:4. “As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me.” <- this means. Gideon baby girl you're not getting ANY sleep
I'm really pretty proud of how the Gideon voice came out ngl
Gideon POV grasp of the Lyctors and their dynamics was a blast to write. She does NOT care about the Lyctors, they could die for all she cares (should die probably) but I think she's in a unique position to understand their fucked up codependency. Nobody else understands what is like to go through immortality other than another immortal. She witnessed Mercy and John and Augustine all trying to kill each other the first time around. But she understands fucked up codependency and why John would never let Wake kill any of HIS Lyctors. They're HIS.
Gideon confronting Wake with the fact that the Ninth House nuns named her after the guy who killed her. I'm always thinking about whatever the fuck must have gone through between Wake and G1deon; I loved writing this line: “There are worse names,” she conceded. “He killed me, but he made it quick. Others wouldn’t have.”
Gideon (a normal person) describing the Heralds (disgusting space wasps) and the Mithraeum (bone palace central). I feel strongly that she'd actually like the Mithraeum! She grew up with Crux telling her "and even after you're dead you'll serve the Ninth as a skeleton". I feel like, to her, the idea of bones being used as decoration in a beautiful place instead of as manual labour is quite soothing.
I'm gonna be honest and admit I only came up with section header names so I could call one "2Emperor 2Murder". I think it captures the spirit of the books.
I had SO much fun with pronouns. Gideon-in-Harrow's body sometimes refers to the body she's inhabiting as Harrow's (I bit your lip) and sometimes it's both of them (I looked at the woman behind those eyes. She looked at us.) <- all of these are intentional and were fun to write.
John is the person who designed the #aesthetic of the Nine Houses. It's very important to me that he has a cool wizard sword of his own and he's absolute shit at using it. He's never had to get his hands dirty at close range before. He made himself cool weapons for cool factor and that's it.
I feel like a hack because SO many people liked the last line and it wasn't even mine.
I thought: Harrow, I’m coming. Which, you know. That’s what she said.
^ credit for this goes to @theriverbeyond who's THE Gideon expert in my life <3
WOW TURNS OUT I HAD A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THIS FIC. THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME <3333
[fanfic writers director’s cut meme!]
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andmaybegayer · 5 months ago
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Last Monday of the Week 2024-07-15
I've been trying to be more thorough in putting down my thoughts about things in here because increasingly I don't do it anywhere else. Sure picked a week though because I went on a completionist streak for some reason.
Listening: Courtesy of making some muffins, Wet Leg by Wet Leg, who you probably know from their hit Chaise Longue.
it's a good album, very much dreamy alt-indie voice. At its best produces some sounds that are more fun to listen to than the lyrics suggest, good command of phonemes.
Also, a late rec off IRC by proxy from @amiscellany with Literary Mind, a new single from SPRINTS. Big fuzzy guitar on a retro rock soundtrack about being in lesbians with a girl.
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I haven't gone through the rest of their music but I will be checking it out.
Watching: Finished Scavenger's Reign which was on the Canmom Animation Night last weekend, I only caught the front end because we started late. Really gorgeous show, if you want carefully considered realistic spec bio this is not for you but if you love That Moebius Shit then it's ideal.
I then rewatched the back half with Animation Night last night! Love to talk to my friends about beans.
The main selling point is that it's beautiful but there is also some very fun body horror and good amount of character. Azi and Levi probably have the most interesting relationship, with Azi being genuinely quite normal and polite with her little robot who is suddenly becoming a person. The very long sweeping views and extended scenes of things just happening occasionally breaking out into bloody messes keeps you alert, you can't get too comfortable assuming some part of the world is safe for the visitors.
There's space catholics? What's up with the space catholics.
Oh yeah, here's the original short that started the show, which was fun to see at Animation Night
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Also finally got through the last three episodes of The Mandalorian, which. I really like quite a lot of The Mandalorian. I like it when Star Wars explores its backwaters and odd corners. They keep putting the skywalkers in it. I feel like this might be a way to get us to empathize with the residents of the Star Wars universe, who presumable also groan and roll their eyes any time a Skywalker shows up on the holonet.
The pitch for Book of Boba Fett at the end of the show is great. They killed my guy Bib Fortuna! He didn't do anything to anyone, except for the hundreds of murders! I love this weird power couple of Shang and Fett.
Reading: Finished The Traitor Baru Cormorant and picked up Monster. I am a tragedy lover and so this is great. Baru is in a race to kill the monster she's been digested by and unfortunately she's losing.
I like a fucked up secret political cadre. It's probably the least realistic part of the series but I also wouldn't be surprised to find out that it's also a trap. I mean it kind of is! Explicitly it's a trap for the most powerful people in the Masquerade, finding unusually talented people and binding them up with secrets in service of the Empire.
Playing: Beat Indika which is interesting but could probably mostly have been an arthouse film. I like the styling! It is very Arthouse Film, the weird framing, the somewhat stilted dialogue, you can even see it in the camera work, both in game and in cutscenes. The camera goes on an angle if you look the wrong way, which is very intenional, and there's lots of really beautifully framed cutscene moments like the watermill in the factory.
Is Indika good? I'm not sure. I think if you highly value your money it might annoy you. It's doing some fun things with the interactive medium in a very different way from something like, say, What Remains of a Edith Finch. It's doing movie shit. I forgot that video games could push my GPU that hard though.
Started the Dark Souls NG+, currently just beat the Moolight Butterfly. I would really like to build a dex fighter to try out rapiers, maybe Ricards Rapier, but you really need to have the upgrades to make it put out enough damage to stand up to the increased NG+ HP pools.
Making: Helping a friend put together some furniture, but little else. Fiddled with some music stuff to make new ringtones for my new phone, not that I ever hear those, but I like to know that I have them there.
Tools and Equipment: It's central hot water maintenance week so I don't have piped hot water at home. Reviving the great tradition of the washbasin shows you that you can actually get pretty clean pretty easily with like two liters of warm water and some soap, the hard part is really just long hair, which was also hard for people to manage in the 16th century.
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suvidrache · 1 year ago
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bonfires on the beach
age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.
Word Count: 524 | Read it on AO3 | masterlist
Summary: bonfire with erron. warning mentions of blood.
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You were used to Erron leaving and not coming back for long periods of time. You wished he could take a break, but the jobs paid well, and he didn't want to give it up. He worked as a mercenary, and sometimes the job was easier, and other times, it would take him days to get it done. Either way, you wanted him to take a break. You wanted to go on a vacation with him. Of course, whether it was legal or not, he always gave you what you wanted, regardless of what he had to do to get it. Unfortunately, this job was taking a lot longer than expected. You knew he wouldn't answer his phone. He never wanted to put you at risk, and he didn't want anyone knowing there was someone he cared about. The less that they knew, the better, and it kept you safe.
You sat on the couch, doing whatever on your phone to pass the time. You never heard the window slide open, the sound of footsteps hitting the floor. The sound that the intruder made as he walked carefully through the house. The heel of his shoes clicking as he walked, it was almost as if he knew the whole layout of the house. He opened the door to the bedroom, and he didn't bother closing it behind him as he made his way to your bathroom. He closed the door behind him and undressed. The blood splattered across the tiled floor as the intruders' bloodied clothing hit the ground. He turned on the water to the shower and stepped inside. He took his time cleaning himself off and attempted to clean his clothes. Hiding the evidence, he didn't want you to see it, despite what you already knew. He dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist, and opened the door.
You heard the shower turn on, but you had never heard Erron walk through the door. You made your way up the stairs, trying to find out who was in your shower. You walked into your bedroom and tried to open the door. It was locked. You stood outside, waiting for the intruder to show themselves.
Erron gave a small smile.
"Sorry, I didn't want you to see what had happened."
You breathed out a sigh of relief. You stepped closer to him and gave him a hug.
"Are you alright?" You asked him.
"I'm fine. My clothes need a wash, but I'll take care of it. You should get ready."
"For what?"
"The vacation you've been wanting to take."
You smiled happily and quickly started packing up your things while Erron dressed and took care of his clothes.
You were both ready to leave, and you headed out to the beach. It was night by the time you reached the hotel. It didn't matter, though. You both set your stuff down and quickly headed out.
Erron sat down by the bonfire on the beach. No one else was there except for you.
You sat down next to him and laid your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you.
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crow-quilll · 2 years ago
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Sebastian x Ominis hurt/comfort fic
Here's an excerpt of a chapter from a fic I'm working on A03 (user: clinically_sadistic_crow), called "Do Not Resuscitate" (click link to read, 2 chapters up so far!)
Short bio: Ominis was cursed instead of Anne, and Sebastian puts himself through hell to retrieve a cure.
CW for depictions of pain, past torture/abuse
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".. There's a door at the end of the room. The word 'Crucio' is written on the floor," Sebastian describes for him, "To get through the door, she had to cast the Cructiatus curse on someone. But she had no one to cast it on.. and she was locked inside."
Ominis exhales through his nose and squeezes his eyes shut, making the sour, screwed-up face of someone trying to swallow a difficult emotion. He folds her note and places it in the pocket of his robe.
"So, this is where she died," Ominis says, eyes snapping open to fix on Sebastian, "This is where we'll die. I should have never listened to you."
"I'm.. I'm sorry," Sebastian says softly, voice strained with guilt, "I truly am sorry about your Aunt. But.. we won't die here. There's two of us."
Ominis stiffens and steps back from Sebastian, milky eyes narrowing. 
".. Ominis, I know this is the last thing you want to do--"
"Yes! It is!" Ominis abruptly shouts with frantic rage ringing in his voice, "I thought you knew me better!"
"- But it's different this time!" Sebastian quickly defends, reaching a hand for Ominis' shoulder but stopping when Ominis immediately jerks away, "I am consenting to have the curse used on me, alright? It's not an innocent victim this time, it's not the same."
"The spell won't work unless you mean it, Sebastian!" Ominis rages as he whirls around and paces in the other direction, "That is true of all Unforgivables!"
"Well, try to mean it! I mean, there has to be some part of you that wants to hurt me--" He tries to joke, an attempt to lighten the dreary mood.
"Not like that," Ominis insists coldly, a shudder running through him as he stops pacing to stare dejectedly at the floor, "No one deserves that."
"We don't have another choice," Sebastian says, "I don't know about you, but I'm not too intent on dying down here."
"We do have another choice," Ominis lets out a shaking breath and turns to face Sebastian again, "You have to cast it on me."
"But I don't know how," Sebastian lies without pause or regret, willing to say anything to get Ominis to just cast it on him.
"I'll teach it to you."
And Sebastian simply doesn't have the heart to tell Ominis that he already knew all 3 Unforgivable Curses.
"Have you lost your mind?" Sebastian hisses, stepping into Ominis' space. It takes Ominis far longer than it should to react, giving a delayed eyebrow raise as he feels Sebastian move closer, "For Merlin's sake, you are sick. What if it bloody kills you?"
"I can take it, I have before." He says, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. 
"When you were healthy. And why would I make you relive that trauma for a mistake that I made?" Sebastian's voice raises, his usual tone of confidence and cool arrogance slipping away, "It's my fault that we are stuck down here, so let me take the fall for it!" 
"How do you expect me to cast that cursed spell on someone I care so much about?" Ominis demands, running his thin fingers through his blonde hair, "How can you even ask that of me?"
"How can you ask me to cast it on you?!" Sebastian retorts, gesturing widely with both arms to the boy across from him, "It will kill you--"
"I can't cast the spell, alright?" Ominis' voice raises, enough authority ringing in his tone to make Sebastian go dead silent, "I physically can't cast the spell."
"... What do you mean?"
".. I've only been able to cast it once, only on the.. the muggle," Ominis admits, arms moving to wrap around himself, "My family tried to get me to cast it again or cast the other Unforgivable Curses.. but no matter what they threatened me with.. no matter how much I wanted to just to make them stop, I couldn't cast the spell again."
Sebastian clenches his teeth so tightly that it begins to hurt, his eyes averted to the ground as he comes to realize that he was going to have to cast it on Ominis.
"This is our only option," Ominis repeats, stepping forward and drawing his wand, "So, just.. just let me teach you the spell and--"
"I already know it." Sebastian interrupts grimly, drawing his own wand as well. He sees Ominis visibly stiffen at his words, hazy eyes widening to take up most of his face.
"You what?"
"I already know all of the Unforgivable Curses," He repeats with a sharp exhale, finally making eye contact with the other boy, "I taught them all to myself last year. Found some book in the Restricted Section that certainly shouldn't have been there."
"Why-? Why.. why on earth would you..?" Ominis stammers, so angry that he can't remain calm enough to form full sentences, "Have you ever used--"
"Merlin, of course not!" Sebastian hisses defensively, offended by the implication, "Who the hell do you think I am?"
"I don't know anymore!" Ominis shouts, jabbing a finger into his chest, "First, you want to come down to this-- this hellhole! And now you're telling me that you've already engaged in The Dark Arts even after I told you about what happened to me?"
"I learned them to protect you!" Sebastian says before he can think to stop himself, watching Ominis' expression of rage twitch into one of confusion, "I wanted to be able to fight fire with fire if one of Ranrok's loyalists came to finish what they started, alright?"
Ominis falls silent, his eyes flicking to the floor. Sebastian watches his paled face flutter as his shoulders lower and sag.
"Merlin, Sebastian," Ominis says lowly, shaking his head as his eyebrows furrow, "You're going to turn into the very thing you hate if you keep trying to save me."
'You are worth the risk.' Sebastian responds in his own mind, gazing at his best friend in chosen silence.
Ominis exhales slowly out of his nose and takes a few paces away from Sebastian to give him space for the spell, "Well, whenever you're ready."
"Ominis, I-"
"It's not your fault, okay?" Ominis responds before the apology even leaves his lips, "I agreed to come down here, I wanted to know what happened to my Aunt and.. well this is the price for knowledge, I guess."
Sebastian shifts his weight, his heart sinking in his chest as he has to accept that he was going to hurt Ominis-- the one person he's been trying to protect.
"And, hey, if this finally teaches you a lesson about The Dark Arts, the pain is well worth it." Ominis jests with a sly grin, pulling a scoff from Sebastian.
"I make no promises, Gaunt." Sebastian teases in response, his smile dying as soon as it reaches his lips as the weight of his wand sitting in his hand reminds him of what he has to do, ".. Are you ready?"
".. As I'll ever be." Ominis replies, his voice forced to remain still, but Sebastian can see his fear in the way his shoulders raise and his arms lock at his sides.
Sebastian inhales shakily and squares his posture, raising his wand to point it at Ominis. He squeezes his eyes shut, shutting them so tightly that colours pop against the back of his eyelids.
'Think of someone else.' He thinks to himself, immediately going to the person that comes into his mind first.
His Uncle Solomon. Sebastian hated him, something that Anne and him seem to bicker about constantly. His uncle had never liked him, always saying that he was "too much like his father"-- as if that were an insult. He was a cruel, bitter ex-auror who could no longer fight Dark Wizards, so he turned his anger to the nearest enemy: his nephew. They disagreed on many topics, nearly every conversation somehow melding into an argument. And Sebastian was never one to back down from a fight.
But he doesn't hate his Uncle enough to cast the Cruciatus Curse on him.
'Come on, there has to be someone.' He thinks to himself, eyebrows narrowing as he burrows deeper into his own mind, 'I don't know if there's anyone that deserves-'
Completely unbidden, the image of Ranrok appears in his mind's eye. The goblin stares at him, crimson eyes twinkling with amusement. A sharp-toothed grin pulls onto his face.
His breathing immediately grows heavier, grip instinctively tightening around the ebony wood of his wand.
'You. You're the reason I'm losing my best friend.' He hisses to the figure in his mind, his lips pulling back against his teeth, 'You and your damned goblin loyalists did this to him.'
'And what exactly are you going to do about it, boy?' He imagines the goblin responds, smiling at the pain he's caused them.
His heart hammers against his ribcage, nails nipping into his palm hungrily as his fist clenches at his side, 'I'll make you pay.'
'You don't have what it--'
"Crucio!" The incantation spits from his mouth without thought as he whips his wand forward. Red bolts of lightning erupt from the tip of his wand, the way it crackles almost sounding like maniacal laughter.
 And for a moment, Sebastian is watching Ranrok spasm in agony, the pride wiped from his face. For a moment, he's happy that the spell worked, happy at the torture he inflicts.
The moment ends as a shriek of torment comes from Ominis, causing Sebastian's eyes to snap open. His heart drops as he sees Ominis double over, arms wrapped around himself as the scream of a being in total agony rends through his throat. Crimson electricity crawls across his entire body, whispering a promise of pain as it courses through the young boy's body. Behind Sebastian, the ebony door crackles with the same red light. A satisfying hiss comes from behind the door and it slowly pushes open. He turns back to Ominis and sees his knees instantly buckle, allowing gravity to take over. 
Sebastian's breath catches in his throat as he lunges for Ominis, catching him by the sides of his arms before he collapses. He can feel the other boy spasming in his arms, causing his throat to tighten with guilt, "It's okay-- it's okay, I'm here-" He whispers to Ominis despite the knowledge that the boy can't hear him over his own cries. Sebastian feels Ominis' legs completely give out, his full weight falling into him. Sebastian pulls Ominis to his chest and slowly lowers them both onto the ground, positioning himself so that Ominis' twitching body lays between his legs, his head propped against Sebastian's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-!" Ominis cries desperately into Sebastian, shoving his face into the crook of his best friend's neck, "Father- please-!"
And Sebastian's heart shatters at his words, realizing very quickly that Ominis is no longer in the room with him, but stuck in a memory. He feels the burn of approaching tears and pulls Ominis close, biting back the urge to cry, "You're safe, Ominis. You're safe, he's not here."
Ominis continues to stammer incomprehensively between sharp cries of torment, and all Sebastian can do is repeat "You're safe" over and over again. His screams finally start to melt into groans of pain, his fingers clawing helplessly at the front of Sebastian's Slytherin cloak. Tears run down his face, giving Sebastian a chilling understanding of how painful the curse must be. Sebastian holds him close to his chest and leans his head against the other boy's, feeling his bottom lip quiver like a leaf clinging to its branch as winter approaches.
"I'm here, I'm here, Ominis," Sebastian whispers, guilt ravaging him like a starved animal. Ominis' spasms lessen into shivering as if he had been kept out all night. He slowly stops making noises, save for shaking breaths and quiet whines. And Sebastian doesn't move to release him or soften his grip around him.
He won't let go as long as Ominis needs him.
Minutes go by. Ominis keeps his face buried in his best friend. He breathes hotly against the skin on his neck, taking ragged gulps of air in and out as he slowly stops shaking. Ominis gently lifts his head, watery eyes blinking open to gaze at Sebastian's freckled face that is inches from his own.
".. Sebastian..?" He asks hoarsely, reaching up hesitantly to place a cold hand against Sebastian's face.
"Yes- yes I'm here. It's just us," Sebastian assures him, feeling Ominis' fingers trace his freckled features softly as if trying to identify him, "You're safe." Sebastian stares down at him, studying his hollow features for any indication of pain.
He can feel Ominis' breath dancing across his face, shallow and hindered. His pupils, hidden by a sheet of fog as thick as London's, are trained on Sebastian. A winter-rose pink sweeps across his pale visage, kissing life and emotion onto his stilled face. Sebastian can only think to attribute the blush to the exertion of the pain he went through. Ominis' fingers, still clutching his robe, readjust their grip around the fabric to hold onto him tighter. 
"Are you okay?" Sebastian asks gently, watching Ominis' fair eyebrows raise as if being pulled from a trance. His hands drop from Sebastian's clothing and face, and sits up so that he no longer leans against him.
".. Yes I'm-" Ominis clears his throat, finding his voice strained from how much he had been screaming, "Yes, I feel fine. I'm okay." 
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uninformedartist · 1 year ago
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Also people keep saying we aren't her parents so we should shut up.
My bio mother was a piece of shit and because people barely got involved I suffered until middle/high school where I finally fucking asked the adults in my life to help me after realizing the monster she was. Now im not saying the girl has shit parents and is going through stuff but rather im using my experience to point out how stupid this counterargument is and why people should get involved sometimes/try to protect kids in general instead of just shrugging.
Then other counterpoints bring up that we shouldnt blame Brandon or Viv but the parents. Yet I see no blame on parents discussed at all and just use the parent excuse to defend Vivziepop and Brandon. Like if your blaming the parents then why are you only using that viewpoint for this. Shouldnt the framing of the argument be that parents need to supervise their kid mire.
People bring up Brandon would be an asshole if he turned her away. Ok be nicer but be subtle about the content or talk to her parents in private and heres a thing all of us online know NEVER POST KIDS FACES EVER. Its less egregious I suppose since she's an actress and her face is already out there but still not many people knew that she was one at first.
And yes disgusting freaks are in every corner of the internet but in adult spaces they are more visible so im very concerned for the girls wellbeing.
Exactly anon, hopping on the parents of the child is the 1st response but thats not whats being done its really just an excuse brought up to deflect hate from Brandon from how he acted in this situation, focus on the parents don't just use them to deflect responsibility away from Brandon thats wrong point blank. Brandon, Viv and the other hazbin crew are adults and why I'm so hammered on that, yes they're not the kids parents but its their show, their environment at the con and they're grown ups too and should've used their discretion in this situation.
This situation could've been handled so much better, treat the kid with respect and be nice to her, say she's shouldn't watch the show or tell the parents hey your kid is a fan of an adult show just a heads up on that and DON'T POST HER PIC, I cannot put more emphasis on not posting a minors pics online for thousands to see even if the parents agreed it was on Brandon's personal insa he could've declined posting the pic.
Also I didn't know about her or how she looks till now so what you said is true anon. The wellbeing like you said is also at hand of this child now Brandon could've easily made a text insta post saying there was a famous child actor fan at the con and while he appreciates that helluva is an adult show 1st and foremost and she could've remained anonymous, be a bloody adult for once in these situations. Stop shrugging off blame from yourself, Brandon acted irresponsibly own up to that, he potentially put that child risk in various ways.
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Chenford REWIND - Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 4 Ep 14
This one might seem a little weird for me to pick out of the pile, but it really resonated with me for a few reasons that I'll get into once we dive into the Meta.
Season 4 is the era of open Tim and Lucy truly sharing in one another's lives at a level they never did before. It's needed for this episode.
So, bear with me because this is more of a "mini meta", but this episode deserves it, I think.
SPOILER ALERT: In the land of Spoilers I doth play! Merriment is to be had for those who partake of said indulgences, but for those who forsake the foreign finds, atrophy doth await. Okay, I can be a little silly because we've done this enough. Spoilers within. But I do try to write without foreknowledge of what is to come.
Everyone versed on the way this works? Excellent! I'm ready to dive in.
"... since I don't know my biological father, you know, it makes it kind of challenging."
I hate these forms with everything in me. And I. Have. Twins. So every time I start them with a new doctor, I have twice as many forms that have to be filled out in the same time as most parents get for one. So, I'm with you, Lucy.
Also, I remember the first time I had to fill out a School Form after meeting my biological father. I was a lot younger, but I remember my absolute confusion. "Mama, am I Hispanic?" "Just mark 'white'," she responded. Yeah... it was an interesting season.
"Wait. Your Dad's not your bio dad?" "Mmnm." "You never told me that." "It's not really a big deal. My Dad, the man who raised me, is my Dad."
Absolutely, Lucy! Blood does not determine fatherhood.
I remember an episode of The Pretender that took the angle of "Didn't I teach you to tie a tie?" and I was a mess of blubbering crazy on the floor because "Dad" isn't owed to anyone just because they contribute biological matter to an insemination. "Dad" is a special moniker.
And, yes, I call both the man who raised me until I was 7 and my biological father "Daddy". Plus I have a step-dad. My wedding was really interesting with three Father Speeches, let me tell you!
"She told me that he was not ready to be a father..."
I do feel for Lucy's mom on this one. My biological father let his friends convince him my mother was lying... so he never wanted anything to do with me.
She had to go to court to get the blood test for... you guessed it... medical history forms, so she'd be able to fill them out accurately for me.
Yeah, Lucy doesn't owe this man anything and neither did her mom.
Wait... did I just take Mama Chen's side on something? It feels dirty...
"Hey, do you think it's weird I didn't try to find my biological dad?" "No. You don't owe the guy anything."
Thank. You. Lucy, if you're not going to listen to me (just like football teams when my Uncle's screaming at them from his couch), then please listen to your husband.
What I also love about this is that we've caught up with them mid-conversation. It's possible they were talking about this in the Shop, but I like to think that it came up between them before. Lucy's comfortable telling Tim almost anything.
For a man who tries hard to keep the Shop a "personal free zone", by Season 4 Lucy has worn him down, and he's beyond telling her to stop.
She's already versed Tim on the fertility fun, so it's completely natural for her to talk to him about this, too.
"The only thing he ever contributed to your life was measured in millimeters."
Best. Husband. Ever. Get this man an award, because he's busting out all the support for his wife while calling out this no-show sperm-contributor on his lack of parental contribution. We stan a man who thinks fatherhood demands some bloody effort.
Look, I love my bio dad and we have a great relationship. But it took a lot of work and a 13-year-old screaming at her father to put down the beer and drive because he was the adult and needed to act like it. Yeah...
"Seriously, I don't know why I bother talking to you about personal stuff." "Mission accomplished."
This cracked me up the first time I saw it! Because, Tim's beyond telling Lucy to stop talking, right? But that doesn't stop him from being a cynical bitch to get her to stop.
She gives him the look, but his gaze is safely on Bailey so he isn't instantly vaporized by meeting her eyes.
"Why don't you give us a list?" "How about giving me your number?"
Tim turns to her and does his little finger point that he did when dismissing her when they decided to ride together again as Gofer and Sergeant.
He didn't need her involved in his paperwork that night so he waves her away. This time, he's waving himself out of his conversation. Also, he doesn't want to be present so he doesn't have to write Lucy up for threatening the guy.
"Sir, are you okay?" "Do I look like I'm okay?" ... "Did you see where she went after she attacked you?" "Obviously not."
Calm down, Timmy, my boy. About 12 seconds ago you asked a man washing his blood-red, can't-open eyes with a garden hose if he was okay.
Neither one of you's doing great in the common sense department, today, so why not back off on the attitude directed my girl's way?
I've seen a small contingent of people claim Tim's changed too much from Season 1. Nah. What we've seen is a man who was at the lowest point of his life finding healing. It's gradual, but it's there.
And we see that the cynical, sarcastic, dead-pan part of him is still there. But it's not overwhelming all the other wonderful, layered parts of him like before.
Also, I speak cynicism and sarcasm, so in that I've found a kindred spirit in a fictional character.
"People suck." "Amen to that."
He's not wrong. Look, there are individuals who can be pretty amazing, but in my experience, people as a whole generally suck. That's why the kind-hearted, compassionate, considerate, empathetic humans matter so much. That's why people like Lucy matter so much.
Because in a hurting world, the hope-bringers matter. They're the ones who light a torch in the blackest night and hold it high for others to see. And as we're drawn toward that light, holding our own water-logged torches, drenched in our tears... we find warmth. We find hope.
The warmth dries out our torches, not erasing our tears, but ceasing their flow. And then, slowly, the spark within each of us returns, and we can then hold our own torches high for the next weary travelers who've lost their sense of self on the difficult trails of life.
Tim's torch is starting to spark, and he can thank Lucy for a lot of it. But, right now, he's reminding us that he's one of us... still not all the way out of the dark.
Lucy twitches her hand at Tim's remark, almost a "Are you kidding me!?", but Tim doesn't see it.
"Is it better to know? Or to not?" "You talking about bio dad now?"
Kitty! My husband says that to me every time I cock my head to the side in response to something he says. It reminds him of his kitties he grew up with.
So, as soon as Tim cocked his head, I thought "kitty!" and promptly erupted into laughter in an empty room like a madwoman.
But I love how well Tim can read her. There are still times he checks in with her with a "You okay?", but we're seeing the evolution of his understanding of Lucy. He's grown in his understanding of her, and right now he knows exactly where her mind has gone.
And how special is it that she's working through this with Tim?
Look, family stuff can be complicated and we've already seen Lucy's issues with her mother. Tim has likely had several earfuls of all this, but I love how supportive he's being of her, here.
He's not telling her what to do. And that immediately throws me to post-DOD when he didn't tell her what to do with her tattoo. There's a consistency here that I appreciate.
Also, I love this growth compared to when she was vetting Emmett. She pretended to talk to Rachel (not this Rachel... but I'll totally be her second Rachel BFF if Lucy Chen, fictional character, is looking for a new BFF). And when Tim called her on it, she admitted she needs to process orally and knew he wouldn't do it with her.
Look. How. Far. We've. Come. Tim doesn't have to be talked into it. In fact, he's the one who drew it out of her when she started waxing poetic Shakespeare style—"To know, or not to know?"
Tim is Lucy's sounding board, now. Losing Jackson was huge. And while Lucy loves Tamara and talks to her a lot, it's not the same thing since there's more of a mother/daughter relationship at play.
And as someone with incredibly odd parent/child dynamics, I'm not judging. Just saying, it's different.
But in the vacuum that stole Jackson from Lucy's life, there will never be someone to fill that space completely. Yet, certain elements transferred near-seamlessly to Tim. Tim and Lucy are friends, and they are deeply involved in one another's lives, at this point.
Remember, we are post double-date, post Tim's father, post Lucy helping with demo, post so many other things that moved them forward in Season 4. Walls were torn down between them.
It's that thinnest veil now keeping them apart. That, and their placeholder significant others because, wow, were we dealing with some dead weight in Season 4, am I right?
Tim tells Lucy to find out the truth, and I love that. He's encouraging her in this endeavor on the same day he told her "mission accomplished" in scaring her off. He's still Tim. He's still going to be a bit of an ass, sometimes.
But, damnit, he's making more and more exceptions for Lucy. And he doesn't even realize it, yet. But we get the delicious point-of-view of watching it happen, and I love this for them!
"The year your mother became a therapist, she slept with a patient. He was your father... I think the shame still eats her up."
Hold. Up. Mama Condescending slept with her patient!? That is one of the rules you do not break. So rather than own up to her mistake, even with her own daughter, she tried to mold Lucy into the model of perfection without consideration for the psychological damage she might be inflicting?
Oh, Mama Chen and I are gonna fight the next time her face appears on my screen. You don't do my girl Lucy dirty like that.
It's totally in-character. Like, it makes sense. But it also hurts. Because "the shame still eats her up". Lucy's mind can't help but wonder if part of that shame is her.
"You okay?"
Hubby knows when wifey's acting off. And he knows it has something to do with her father. So, he's not going into this blind. Tim Bradford is asking Lucy Chen about her state of mind knowing it's personal.
"Personal Life Free Zone" my ass.
"My whole life, nothing I have ever done has been good enough for my mom. Not, not my grades, my boyfriends, my career. And this whole time she has been a total hypocrite." "Look, uh, maybe she's trying to prevent you from making the same mistakes she did."
Oooh, swing and a miss. Tim, you can't help someone avoid repeating history if they don't know history.
Also, Lucy's never gonna sleep with a suspect, which is the closest equivalence I can make. She may sleep with a certain Sergeant, though, down the line. Am I right?
I've wondered for a while, too, if Tim has a soft spot for Moms considering everything he went through with his own Mom. From what we can tell, he tried to shield her and protect her even when he knew things were bad with his father.
My brother and I had a bad string of babysitters when my mother first became a single Mom. She divorced my brother's dad shortly after her mother died, and it was just the three of us.
We knew how bad it was. How hard it was for her to find good sitters. When we finally found a decent one who would let us stay over at her place when needed... we hid it from my mother when she and her husband got into a physical altercation in front of us.
I was about 7 and my brother was 3. He didn't quite understand what was going on, so as my Nanny ripped us out of bed and drove around town half the night looking for a place to stay... I distracted him. I played games with him.
And as we fell asleep foot-to-foot on her mother's couch across town, I was satisfied to know he didn't understand what was happening. I managed to protect him.
And I protected my mother, too, by not telling her. Because I wanted to shield her. I didn't want her to have one more thing to worry about.
Tim strikes me as a kindred soul in that. So, he looks at Lucy's mother and doesn't quite see the whole picture. After all, he hasn't even met the lady... yet.
Oh, but when Tim Bradford meets Mama Chen and sees the bullshit she puts Lucy through? He's gonna have his wife's back and it's going to be a glorious minute twenty-five of television that I will play on repeat to my heart's content.
"Or she resents me for reminding her of the one time in her life that she messed up."
There it is. The shame. Is that why Mama Chen is always ashamed of her? Lucy has to wonder.
"Lucy, it's..."
No, phone. Not now! I have never wanted to chuck a phone out the window so badly as I did when Lucy's chirped just then.
Because Tim Bradford knows a thing or two about a parent who makes you feel ashamed of yourself. And I really want to know what he was going to say.
One of y'all better have a fanfic to fill in the blanks because, whew, if I find Lucy's phone alone in a back alley, one of us isn't coming back.
Yes, I know I have a beef with an inanimate object and that the whole bloody thing's fictional.
But damnit, I want Tim to have the opportunity to speak love into Lucy's life as often as possible and that. phone. killed. my. dream.
"Patrick Walsh. That's my father's name." "Well, I mean, at least it's not something weird like Dilbert." "You mean like the cartoon character?" "Someone named their kid Hashtag. You never know."
I love this. Tim falls into their natural rhythm, and Lucy goes along with him. It actually coaxes a smile out of her, which is what I think he was trying to do.
Awww, our babies have graduated to responding to one another's needs wordlessly. I'm so proud of them!
"So, what are you gonna do?" "Find out the truth."
She's echoing Tim's exact words to him, which I love. But I also love that Tim is driving this whole conversation.
Mr. "Personal Life Is a No-Go On The Job" is the one coaxing this out of Lucy. Because he knows her well enough to know that she'll stew on it, otherwise. If he wants her focused on work, he has to get her through those personal blocks by talking it out.
This whole episode is a love letter to Tim's understanding of Lucy and how far they have come. Yes, he gave her a little trademark Tim at the top with his no-nonsense assessment of ejaculation's lack of causality to actually being a parent.
But, throughout this episode, he's been the one driving the conversation. He's been the one drawing her out. And he's been the one supporting her in this, which is huge.
They. Have. Come. So. Far.
"He's dead."
I can't even imagine. All of these scenarios Lucy built up in her head, and they're just gone.
I met my Dad at 6. He got clean when I was in my 20's, and that is when we truly bonded. But I've had friends meet their biological fathers into their 40's. It was a wild ride.
And though Lucy loves her Dad (the one who raised her), she was curious about this man who fathered her.
A girlfriend of mine was fascinated when she met her biological father and found out he was an artist... like her. It was so cool for her to connect those dots, even though she still recognized the man who raised her as her real father (because blood ≠ "real"). There was a piece of her that she'd never seen in another human, before, and that was cool.
Lucy will never have those moments. And wanting them doesn't mean she loves her Dad any less. She simply wanted to meet the man who fathered her, to know that piece of herself a little better.
"Maybe I should have tried to find him sooner." "Maybe, but he's the one who made the decision that he wasn't ready to be a parent. Whatever he did with his life after, it's not on you."
All. Of. This. And you can tell Lucy's not completely convinced, because what kid is? Yes, Lucy is a grown woman. But when it comes to our parents, we'll always be their kids.
Lucy hasn't had the best examples of functional relationships. And, frankly, neither has Tim. Neither of them know what it looks like to really work through.
We can argue that Tim was married before, but that didn't work out. For a million reasons, it didn't work out.
And this whole "egg" thing started because Lucy's Mom wanted to be sure she'd have grandchildren even if Lucy never found the right man. And that led Lucy down the path to finding her birth-father... only to find out he died. alone.
If she had reached out sooner, could she have changed that? And, Lucy, honey, I know that "what if" game oh so well. It never ends if you keep playing it. So, you have to step away.
And, you. Yes, YOU! Don't play the what-if game. None of us can change our pasts, but we can shift our paths.
Our past is written, but the future's as twisty and turny as my kids' favorite board game. Lots of options. Lots of opportunities. Don't limit yourself because of the past. Don't "what-if" your life away.
Do what you can with what you have, and bit-by-bit, you'll build a new life. One breath at a time.
As always, thank you for reading. See you on the next!
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Follow up- "Elrond + Galadriel = Arwen"
Adding my two cents because it somehow SPIRALED following this post
This is the last time I speak about it, because frankly, I’ve got better things to do—like walking into Mordor, or maybe grabbing second breakfast. But listen, whatever anyone wants to say, this is a theory I’m going to explore, and I’ll keep exploring it.
Call me Frodo, (already got the height lmao), because I’ve already set out on this journey, and I’m not turning back now. If you’re not here for it, just hop off the road, no need to throw rocks at the poor hobbit.
This theory isn’t going anywhere, and neither am I.
So I started this whole “Elrond + Galadriel = Arwen/Celeborn is not coming” thing as a theory—a simple possibility I tossed out—and wow, the way some of the purists latched onto it with all this heat took me by surprise. It’s like I walked into the Prancing Pony and accidentally insulted everyone's second breakfast at like 9am or something.
I mean, come on, it’s just a theory.
No need to get your axes ready like you’re about to defend Helm’s Deep. To me, it doesn’t look like an army of defenders, it looks more like a bunch of orcs charging out of Mordor, ready to throw rocks and shout "Not canon!" at everything that moves.
There’s no need to whip out your palantírs and start scouting for heresy. The idea of Elrond and Galadriel being together and having Arwen isn’t some canon-breaking catastrophe that’ll undo Middle-earth itself, I promise.
For real, though—I’m genuinely surprised (and maybe a bit disappointed, if not shocked) that people can’t just let this slide as a fun “what if.”
I mean, what are you? Denethor, clutching the canon like it’s the last spark of Gondor’s glory? You’d think I’d suggested chucking the One Ring in the oven for a quick roast, not playing with a little theory!
It’s not like I’m proposing to carve a new chapter into the Red Book of Westmarch. Just a light-hearted, sweet, loving take on two beloved characters—who, let’s be real, already have more tension and history between them than half the canon romances we see on screen.
Tolkien’s work has inspired fans for decades to imagine, reimagine, and explore new angles, so why can’t we let this one play out as a fun twist? If we can get behind the craziest Middle-earth theories (and the occasional questionable adaptation decision), then surely Elrond and Galadriel as a pairing shouldn’t be sending anyone to the top of Minas Tirith in despair.
We’ve already seen plenty of non-canon choices in the show that people fully support and even root for, but Elrond and Galadriel sharing a kiss? Suddenly it’s scandal city—“They’d never make sense together!” “Woe is me!” “Tolkien is rolling in his grave!”
Honestly, he probably is—but only because he’s getting summoned one too many times by people acting like canon guardians. At this rate, the poor man is one palantír away from turning into Beetlejuice. I mean, what is this? The Middle-earth version of Bloody Mary? Y’all keep invoking his spirit so often, it’s amazing he hasn’t appeared in your mirrors yet, ready to give you a stern talking-to!!!
Canon’s great, but it’s also a springboard, not a strict contract we’re signing in triplicate. Tolkien can rest easy—if anything, our love for these characters, theories, and “what ifs” would probably make him proud of how alive his world still is!!!
It’s a little hypocritical to love some of the show’s departures from canon and then treat this theory like it’s the end of the world.
The fact that other non-canon ships and storylines are given a pass tells me this isn’t about staying true to canon—it’s about selectively accepting change when it fits personal preference.
And that’s fine, but let’s at least admit it!
My blog literally has Elrondriel in the bio, so if this ship isn’t for you, just go ahead and keep walking, like a hobbit who’s had one too many ales. I get that not everyone’s into this pairing, and that’s totally fair! But please don’t come tromping into my corner of the fandom telling me this is “bad” or “wrong” because of X, Y, and Z, like you’re the steward of canon purity itself.
Not everything has to align perfectly with Tolkien’s sacred scrolls to be fun or worth exploring—that is the hill I will die on.
Call me Boromir, because I’ll stand here all day defending this theory, even if I’m outnumbered by purists wielding copies of The Silmarillion like swords.
Think about it: the depth and magic between Elrond and Galadriel would add so much oomph to Arwen’s story, giving her roots in this ancient, timeless bond. Imagine her being the product of two of the most epic elves in all of Middle-earth! This isn’t some heinous betrayal of canon; it’s just an alternate way of seeing the magic we already love. So unless you’re secretly an oath-bound steward of Elrond’s house, feel free to relax and enjoy the ride. If Sam and Frodo can walk into Mordor, maybe we can all stroll past a simple “what if”.
Whatever the media, canon isn’t some kind of sacred text we’re all sworn to uphold like it’s Middle-earth’s very own holy book.
We don’t have to take some solemn oath over the Red Book of Westmarch or swear fealty to Tolkien himself. I mean, what is this—some kind of allegiance I should be pledging? Sorry to burst anyone’s bubble, but just because the canon exists doesn’t mean we’re duty-bound to follow it letter by letter.
Canon is a starting point, sure, but from there, the fun begins!
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LOTR has always been rich with layers and details that invite curiosity and reinterpretation—that’s part of what makes it so timeless.
So, yes, maybe Elrond and Galadriel together sounds unorthodox to some, but I’m not here to sign a blood pact in front of the gates of Mordor that I’ll “stay true” to every single line.
The magic of fandom is in these “what ifs,” the ways we explore the characters and connections in ways that make the story feel alive for us. So if anyone’s looking for pledges of loyalty to canon-only, you may need to look a bit further south… perhaps somewhere in Gondor where they’re always asking for oaths 😉🤣🤣🤣
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Roleplayer Name: Raven
Roleplayer Pronouns: Need to update this in my bio but Im good with any pronouns at the moment, apparently Im genderfluid who knew XP
Muse Names: Striker, Chaz, Robofizz, and Ozzie on this blog Vox, Zestial, and Pentious on a pretty dead Hazbin Sideblog, not sure what to do there XP Open to rping a lot of stuff but do the rest on discord as to not muddle this blog XP
Preferred Communication: Discord or DMs, I just like having a direct line of communication, also do plenty of random rp stuff on Discord too. Even non hellaverse.
Experience: I gotta be honest I don't have as much as most people on here XP Around 2022 I had this ex who got me into it, then started doing it with a friend I met on here, and then eventually it blossomed into this blog and It's often a thing I end up doing with friends these days, so about two years at the most.
Preferred Roleplay Type: As long you give me something to bounce off of and work with, Im fine, long or short, I don't mind much either way XP Pet Peeves and Dealbreakers:
Not listening or ignoring when I say stuff, like if I say no maybe multiple times and still they push.
Forced feeling chemistry. I love shipping, crackships included and with OCs too, but don't have someone start treating my muses like lovers off the bat or ignoring boundaries, it's just creepy and both me and my muses are not gonna like it all that much. I much prefer taking the time to build up chemistry, unless we have it be preestablished then that's different.
Godmodding, just no.
Going way too violent or destructive on other people's muses or stories without their consent or go ahead. Not everyone wants a bloody, depressing plot.
Anon Hate.
Spamming
This has not happened, but do not try to force a ship or plotline I do not like onto my muse even if it makes no sense for them, My Striker wouldn't give Stella the time of day, and my Chaz would never get in bed with Crim, not unless we plot stuff and I feel like it'd make sense for them to change how they see them, just something I wanted to put out there.
Some other stuff but I'll end it here XP
Best time to write: No clue, when I feel up to writing is very random for me for the most part XP
Are you like your muse(s)? I suppose in some ways, but there stretchs, I have Striker's temper and disrespect for unfair systems. My Chaz and Ozz's compassion and want to please. And I like to think I can be goofy like my Robo XP I'm also a dork which they all are in there own ways so theres that.
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