#but it's well meant. and id forgive him

[vveltergeist]

ALSO have a Bonus Grandpa Galeo Funny voiceline:

You've heard of 'he should be at the club' now get ready for 'he should be at a retirement home.'

[hees-mine]

For tonight pt.2 - L. heeseung

Pairing: heeseung X reader!

Warnings: mentions of sex and cheating, angst.

WC: 3k+

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When you woke up in the morning, heeseung was still in your arms, his face nuzzled against your chest, his breath soft and labored.

Your hand gently caresses his cheek while he sleeps and you admire him in the moment taking in all his beautiful features and your brain couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like waking up to him like this everyday.

Waking up to him hugging you, the feeling of a warm be-

You couldn’t even finish half your thought before his phone beeped, signaling that he had received a message.

You wondered if it was important.

Another one goes off, and then two more back to back.

You wanted to wake him but he looked so peaceful at the fourth beep he stirred a bit and nuzzled into you further hugging your waist tighter.

Your heart felt warm from his adorable action and his sleepy, pouty face.

Before you could admire him more his phone began to ring and you thought it must be important you placed your hand on his bare shoulder about to shake him awake but his eyes were already open as he heard his phone ringing.

He groaned, eyes squinted, and brows furrowed with confusion. “Hee,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” He mumbles, rubbing his cheek against your chest.

“Your phone.” You gently massaged his shoulder to wake him up fully.

“Just leave it it’s okay” he closes his eyes again mumbling against your skin and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach from the tingling vibrations of his voice.

“I think it’s important” you tell him but you’re not too worried cause you didn’t want him to leave your arms it felt too good cuddling with him to move and check the caller ID.

“Three more minutes.” his soft lips tickled your skin, and you easily caved in.

“Okay, three more minutes.” his phone goes silent for all of ten seconds before it rings again.

He groans, this time in frustration. Opening his eyes, he parts from you, rolling on his other side to reach for his pants, where his phone was ringing nonstop. “Hello?” He answered groggily, wiping the sleep from his eyes only to close them once more.

“Hey,” at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice, he shoots up from the couch.

“Hi,” he whispers softly, not expecting to hear from her so soon or at all, really.

“Is everything alright?” You whisper but he doesn’t respond only staring at the wall infront of him while you hear another voice speaking on the other line.

“I’m sorry” he hears her break down over the line his heart sinking at the sound of her cries. “I’m so sorry baby if I could take it all back I would it was a mistake and I love you so much baby I want a second chance with you so bad I know it’ll be hard to forgive me but can we please talk?”

He feels his eyes well with tears but they don’t fall his breathing slightly heavier than it was before as his heart pounds in his chest. “Why? I mean you did it you didn’t feel sorry when you did you didn’t even think of me so why should I?” He says his voice soft and filled with emotion.

“Hee?” You mouthed wondering what was going on and if everything was okay but he just shushed you barely even giving you any attention.

“Baby, that’s not true. I swear it was a mistake. He meant nothing to me, Please, let’s just talk this over in person. I really need to see you.”

He pondered on it for a moment she sounded so hurt so sincere and if she really was sorry he could forgive her to get back what they used to have.

He closes his eyes, clenching his jaw with a deep sigh, he responds. “Text me the meet up spot.”

“Thank you so much, hee, you won’t regret it, baby. I promise I love you.”

“Love you too bye” he hangs up his phone burying his face in his hands almost forgetting you were beside him.

You looked at him weirdly wondering who he was talking to but you quickly pushed down your curiosity to check up on him.

“Everything okay hee?” You covered your chest with the blankets and gently rubbed his back.

“Yeah, it’s good.” he turns to look at you, a faint smile on his face.

He reaches for his phone as he hears another alert looking at the address his girlfriend had sent to him.

He scrolled up further looking at all the apologies she left and he can’t help but smile softly cause she must really be sorry to leave all those texts riddled with endless apologies the idea of seeing her excites him and he quickly peels off the blanket to get dressed but covered his body so you wouldn’t see him naked cause after all he was still in a relationship. “Could you?” He gestures with his hand, and you get the hint immediately turning around so he can get dressed.

“Where are you going is everything okay?” You asked again confused as to what’s going on.

“Everything’s perfect, actually,” he smiles. “My girlfriend called and said she wanted me back, so I’m going to meet her at the cafe down the street.”

Your jaw nearly dropped at his words but you held it together. “You can’t be serious” you blurt out but how could you not he literally came to you completely broken and now less than 24 hours later he’s going to meet up with her cause she wants him back?

“I know I know but she said she’s sorry and she explained it was a mistake everybody makes mistakes” he shoves his phone into his pocket and puts his shoes on.

You just nodded your head before you said something that would make him unhappy.

But you’re just trying to wrap your head around the fact she had the nerve to say it was a mistake. How does one mistakenly cheat on their boyfriend with another man?

For heeseung’s sake, you hoped she was telling the truth, but it’s really hard to think she is cause even before the cheating, she still treated him like garbage, but he was either too naive or in love to notice it.

“Thanks for letting me stay the night,” he says hurriedly, and without saying bye, he rushes out the door, leaving you naked and now cold on the couch all by yourself.

And you can’t even lie and pretend that your feelings weren’t hurt by the way he just left you for her.

But that’s your own stupid fault. You should have never agreed to have sex with him, knowing it’d make your feelings for him grow ten times stronger.

You sighed flopping back on the couch somewhere in the back of your mind you were deeply hoping he wouldn’t take her back you knew it was selfish of you to think that way but maybe just maybe after last night he’d somehow choose you over her.

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[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 90, Part 1

Estherfern drips an infection-fighting concoction into Mosspounce’s eyes, not paying attention to his protests. She needs to stop the infection before it gets any worse.

[Image ID: Estherfern and Honeybuzz stand around Mosspounce, treating him while Washington watches in the back. Under Mosspounce, it says + INFECTION. Under Honeybuzz, it says - CONDITION: GRIEVING.]

"Shouldn't you be doing some sort of ritual?" Mosspounce groaned as Estherfern shoved his chin up. His bloody eyes stared at nothing, yellow pus pooling around his torn eyelids. Pale white light drifted inside the medicine den, bouncing off the paw-deep snow covering camp.

"Like what, contact StarClan for medical advice?" Estherfern muttered, removing the leather lid from an empty bottle. "Apparently StarClan only has the energy for one proper channeling a year, and we spent that on Currentsmoke's jaw. We're doing everything we know we can, Mosspounce." Estherfern grabbed the bottle in her jaws and lowered it into the warm pot beside her. A freshly brewed concoction sat within the pot, packed full of infection-killing herbs. Estherfern dipped the bottle into the concoction, accidentally getting some on her lips. She tilted her head to the side to keep the botte face-up. Then she slowly brought it over Mosspounce's face and poured a splash of the concoction onto his eyes.

Mosspounce hissed, flinching back, but Honeybuzz was there to help. He stood behind Mosspounce and gently shoved the injured caretaker back into place, allowing Estherfern to set the bottle down and massage the concoction in. Mosspounce's claws poked his nest.

"Your body is killing itself in an effort to kill this infection," Estherfern huffed. "This will give your body an ally in that fight. So stay still!" Estherfern removed her paws from Mosspounce's eyes and rubbed them clean on the medicine den's leather floor. Mosspounce groaned as Honeybuzz grabbed fresh bandages and wrapped them around Mosspounce's face.

"Will he be alright?" Estherfern hid her surprise well as she faced the cat resting a few tail-lengths away, a splint and bandages wrapped around his back leg. Estherfern had truthfully forgotten Washington was there. The old tom (and she truly meant old, she had never met a cat who claimed to live over two hundred moons before) watched Mosspounce carefully, gaze sharp and twitching as though he were the one with a concoction burning into his eyes.

Washington had not said much in the quarter moon since his arrival to RippleClan, clearly mourning those he lost in the shipwreck offshore. Remnants of that ship now reinforced part of the medicine den's walls. There had been so much wood, in fact, that the caretakers were able to take apart a decaying portion of the medicine den's back wall and build it into the hollows of the main shipwreck, allowing more room for herbal preparation, rituals, and sleeping patients. Washington now slept in the remains of his former home, silently watching his new home swirl about.

"We're doing what we can," Honeybuzz promised, releasing Mosspounce. "Do you need something, Washington?"

"No, no, I'm comfortable," Washington muttered.

"I'm not," Mosspounce groaned, curling into a ball. "Can I have something for my pain?" His whiskers twitched as his face squirmed, biting back a mrow of frustration.

"Can you fight through for a bit longer?" Honeybuzz asked. "Troutpool and Weevilsight should be back with more willow bark soon."

"You know what would shut him up and keep him warm?" Estherfern muttered, rubbing her paws clean on the snow outside. "A smoke-den."

"You know we don't do that, Estherfern," Honeybuzz sighed. Estherfern could feel his disapproving stare against the back of her head.

"Forgive the interupption," Washington croaked in the back, "but if a smoke-den, as you called it, could help this kit with his pain, why not try it?"

"Kit?" Mosspounce groaned. "I'm a father!"

"Smoke-dens are a tradition in SlugClan, one of the other Clans," Honeybuzz explained, joining Washington's side. "They burn herbs like catmint and valerian to enter an overly relaxed, trance-like state. Downstar always saw it as a waste of herbs, so we don't use smoke-dens in RippleClan."

"You might not understand it," Washington sighed, "but back on my ship, my humans would sit around with sticks in their mouths, blowing smoke at one another. They were at their calmest when they did that. Not a pleasant smell, no, but it's a wonderful feeling to be sitting on a human's lap as they relax, listening to their purr." Honeybuzz squirmed at Washington's description, yet somewhere in Estherfern's memories, she could remember a human's paw stroking her back, soothing her into quiet dreams.

"What is it like to be on a ship?" Mosspounce asked, slightly lifting his head from his ball of shame. "What are they like when they're floating?"

"Well, not everyone likes the way the ground shifts under your paws," Washington mused, "but I'm a ship-cat, through and through. I love it."

"Tell me more," Mosspounce begged. He shifted toward Washington's scent.

"Estherfern." Outside the den, Puddlewhisper and Waspdawn stood in the snow, pelts dull in the shiny light. The weight of Waspdawn's infection was evident in the way his footing seemed unsteady on flat ground, yet he matched his sister's blank, focused expression.

"Are you going to rest now, Waspdawn?" Estherfern muttered. Behind her, Honeybuzz helped Mosspounce over to Washington's nest. It could have been the snow-light's reflection, but Estherfern swore Washington had a sparkle in his eyes as he dove into stories of massive ships coursing across the sea.

"Do you have the fur samples we collected from Potterypool?" Puddlewhisper asked.

"Troutpool's kept them safe," Estherfern promised. She crossed over to Troutpool's nest, covered in plush leather expertly tanned by Rattlepelt. Estherfern shuffled through the thick layers of the nest until she found a small vial. She grabbed a scrap of leather the clerics used to wipe medicine from their paws and lips. She placed the scrap in front of Puddlewhisper and Waspdawn, opened the vial, and carefully poured out the contents. Strands of dark fur fluttered out.

Puddlewhisper and Waspdawn nodded to each other in some secret littermate language. Puddlewhisper jogged off to the bonfire in the center of camp, which projected warmth into all the dens. She grabbed a dry stick beside the fire. She carefully tilted the stick into the flames. The fire licked the tip of the stick and climbed on. Puddlewhisper hurried back to the medicine den, head tilted hard to the right to keep the tip of the torch aloft. She plunged the torch into the snow and sand a safe distance from the wooden shipwreck. Waspdawn tugged the leather scrap closer to the light. Honeybuzz stood beside Estherfern, focused more on the dangerously close torch than the codekeepers' work.

Puddlewhisper carefully pawed at a few strands of fur. With the firelight, even Estherfern could better make out each strand's details. The fur at Puddlewhisper's paw was black, perhaps dark gray, and fairly short. Yet there were other strands beside Waspdawn that were long and the color of dark leather. They all looked the same without such clear light illuminating through every hair.

"You were right, Puddlewhisper," Waspdawn muttered. "These samples don't come from the same cat." Estherfern's shoulders tensed.

"What does that mean?" Honeybuzz asked softly. Puddlewhisper pulled the torch out of the ground and submerged it into the snow, quickly dousing the flame. Smoke drifted from the suddenly melted slush.

"It's not wise to make assumptions," Puddlewhisper sighed, "but we pulled these samples from Potterypool's claws and wounds. We can't determine the context, but we can say that Potterypool fought with more than one cat the day she died. We may be looking for two killers."

(Mosspounce: 51, male, caretaker, adventurous, talented fire-starter)

(Estherfern: 124, female, cleric, adventurous, great mediator, prophecy seeker)

(Honeybuzz: 38, male, cleric, daring, skilled toolsmith, good teacher)

(Washington: 218, male, elder, nervous, good mediator)

(Puddlewhisper: 56, trans female, codekeeper, righteous, keen eye, ghost sense)

(Waspdawn: 56, male, codekeeper, strict, learner of lore, clue finder)

Gingerpaw asks to be apprenticed to Estherfern, while Frostpaw becomes Rabbitjoy’s newest artisan apprentice. Honeybuzz gives Gingerpaw a maple seed necklace.

[Image ID: Gingerpaw and Frostpaw are now both apprentices, though Gingerpaw has a maple seed tucked by his ear. Under Gingerpaw, it reads LEVEL UP! GINGERKIT → GINGERPAW, CHARMING → CHILDISH, + NEW SKILL: MOSS-BALL HUNTER, + ACCESSORY: MAPLE SEED. Under Frostpaw, it says LEVEL UP! FROSTKIT → FROSTPAW, QUIET → STRICT.]

(Gingerpaw: 6, male, cleric apprentice, childish, curious about humans, moss-ball hunter)

(Frostpaw: 6, female, artisan apprentice, strict, lover of stories)

Puddlewhisper is determined to solve her little sister’s murder.

[Image ID: Puddlewhisper, Vervaincough, and Venturedapple watch a brown rosette molly with blue eyes run off with a brown speckled kit. Puddlewhisper yowls "Hold on!" Under the kit, it says NEW PLAYER: QUICK, 0, FEMALE, KNOW-IT-ALL. Under the brown molly, it says NEW PLAYER: NIMBLE, 45, FEMALE, RIGHTEOUS, GOOD SWIMMER.]

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Everything was bitter. The last three days had been so bitterly cold that even Scaleripple and Venturedapple, with two of the thickest pelts in the Clan, couldn't stay out of camp for long. The mice and squirrels had been eating something, something that made Puddlewhisper's mouth curl no matter how well the caretakers cooked the meat. And that was without mentioning the way Puddlewhisper's teeth ached to dig into guilty flesh. The bitterness had reached her heart, pushing her into the snow.

Another look around. Another try. For Lightningrunner.

Puddlewhisper stalked through the snow. She placed her paws in the prints left by previous patrols, reducing the sound of crunching snow to a mutter. Her ears turned with every creaking branch or scuttering leaf. Her tail waved back and forth, a reflection of her rising frustration. She kept at a slow pace, though, sniffing at the base of a fir.

She could see Battle Beach through the trees, although the sand had been consumed by snow, blurring the border between the forest and the shoreline. The fur on the back of Puddlewhisper's neck itched. Phantom fangs pierced her spine. It was so bad that she had to stop and scratch her neck, sending a few tufts of winter fluff floating into the snow.

"We've been here half the morning, Puddlewhisper," a voice groaned from the trees. "I don't think anyone's going to show up." Two pairs of gray eyes peered at Puddlewhisper from the snow-heavy needles of a black spruce. Vervaincough and Venturedapple leaped out of the tree and landed gracefully beside Puddlewhisper.

"Stars damn it," Puddlewhisper hissed, settling her itchy body. "I was certain someone would stop me from 'confirming my theory'. I suppose it wasn't likely to succeed."

"Because they know you're smarter than to talk about 'almost solving the murders' in the middle of camp," Venturedapple muttered.

"It was worth a try, Venturedapple," Vervaincough snapped, her tail smacking against Venturedapple's half-furred tail. Venturedapple dipped his head to the mourning molly.

"You can go back to camp if you want, Venturedapple," Puddlewhisper sighed. "I'm going to look around more. Maybe I can figure out how Lightningrunner's killer managed to get away from the rest of the patrol so easily…" Puddlewhisper studied the layout of the trees, looking for an easy hiding spot.

"I'm staying too, then," Vervaincough huffed, standing next to Puddlewhisper. "There has to be something I can tell my family when I get back."

"It wouldn't be right to leave you two alone," Venturedapple sighed, shaking his head. "We're too close to the river."

"Do you and Lemmy still think a Witch Hunter killed them?" Puddlewhisper asked. "There's no way a Witch Hunter could have killed Lightningrunner and returned to the human settlement without leaving some type of trail."

"Actually, no," Venturedapple said simply, sitting at the base of the spruce. "The cats who follow Pearl wouldn't have a reason to do this. However, there were some cats who were loyal to Achilles when he and Pearl fought for the title of Witch Hunter General. Perhaps the killer is one of the minority who still view the Clans as witches to be exterminated."

"I can see why you left them," Vervaincough huffed, fluffing her pelt against a bitter breeze whistling through the trees. "I wouldn't want to live in RippleClan if a power struggle like that happened."

"I won't reject the possibility that an outsider killed Potterypool," Puddlewhisper admitted, "but Lightningrunner? No, I'm sorry. It had to be a RippleClan cat. There's no other way they could have escaped." Somewhere behind Puddlewhisper, a heavy weight crunched into the snow. A pawstep. Puddlewhisper's ears swiveled. There it was again. This time Vervaincough and Venturedapple heard it. They both stood tall, ears turned the same way as Puddlewhisper.

Puddlewhisper put her tail to her mouth, silencing the patrol. Crunch. Another pawstep. The three codekeepers dropped. Puddlewhisper in the lead, they followed the sound further into the trees. Crunch.

There! A figure to match the sound. For a moment, Puddlewhisper thought it was Rapidleaf, what with the dark brown fur and blue eyes. But no, this was not Rapidleaf; this molly was younger, nimbler, with rosettes sprinkling her pelt. The stranger reeked of milk and afterbirth; a queen? A recently kitted queen, as well. Despite her thin body, her belly swelled with milk and had yet to fully shrink from pregnancy. She stalked a squirrel digging at the snow, searching for its autumn nuts.

"Halt!" Puddlewhisper called, standing up. The queen jumped, back arching violently. She hissed, showing off her yellow teeth. The squirrel scrambled up a spruce. The queen darted past her lost catch, slamming into the snow with each frantic step.

"Stop!" Vervaincough yowled. She tumbled past a dead bush and sprinted after the queen.

"Vervaincough, pull back!" Puddlewhisper ordered.

"She's getting away!" Vervaincough snapped, skitting through the snow. Her wild gaze bounced between Puddlewhisper and the disappearing queen.

"She's got the strongest scent trail I've ever smelled," Puddlewhisper huffed, nose curling at the intensity of it. "Don't waste your energy running. With her scent and her pawprints, we won't lose her." Puddlewhisper once again led Vervaincough and Venturedapple on, but this time she kept at a light jog, letting her nose do the work. Venturedapple, obediant as ever, walked alongside the gray molly.

"What are you thinking?" Venturedapple asked, trying to look through Puddlewhisper's eyes.

"I think if she's as new a queen as she smells," Puddlewhisper explained, "she's made her nest not far from here. If that's the case, she might have seen something that could help us." Were it better days, Puddlewhisper would have suggested inviting the stranger to RippleClan, provide her a safe place to nurse her kits. But the thought lingered only for a moment before memories of dead, red fur replaced it and Puddlewhisper's heart hardened.

The queen's panicked trail headed towards the Great Northern River, as Puddlewhisper suspected. The stranger's pawprints reappeared on the other side of the stepping stones. Ice glistened across the surface of the stones where they peeked above the freezing current. Puddlewhisper stopped and licked warmth into her paws. Vervaincough pushed ahead, hopping onto the first slippery stone. She jumped from stone to stone, allowing the momentum of her landing to propel her to the next. She landed on the opposite bank with nary a stumble.

Puddlewhisper crossed next. She took her time in her crossing, merely stepping from stone to stone. Her claws poked at the ice. Even though she warmed her paws, it was hard to feel the pads when chilling mist sprayed up from below.

Her back paw slipped at the edge of a stone. Her hind legs fell into the river. The water was shallow and couldn't pull her away, but a paralyzing cold whipped up her spine. Puddlewhisper's legs shook as she tried to stand.

Suddenly, gentle fangs grabbed Puddlewhisper's scruff. Venturedapple stood behind her, his long fur dragging in the current. He shoved Puddlewhisper onto the stepping stone and nudged her back to her paws. Puddlewhisper shivered violently, but nodded deeply. Venturedapple merely dipped his head and crossed past Puddlewhisper, unphased by the cold water and ignoring the stepping stones.

Snow stuck to Puddlewhisper's wet flank when she and Venturedapple made it over to Vervaincough. Puddlewhisper shook out her pelt, spraying Vervaincough. Luckily the queen's trail was still clear and stinking. Puddlewhisper and Vervaincough hurried alongside the queen's pawprints, too focused on their mission to worry about Puddlewhisper's health.

They slowed and crouched as the queen and her nest came into view. Dead grass and orange needles curled around the queen and her three newborn kits. The queen gently groomed a brown kit whose pelt made it clear they would look just like their mother in time. Two other kits mewed and whined for milk; a silver spotted kit and a pale ginger kitten with a nose so pink and pale that it blended into the rest of their fur. They looked healthy from what Puddlewhisper could tell. She, Vervaincough, and Venturedapple lurked under the low-hanging branches of yet another black spruce. The queen purred and panted, glancing behind her.

"Let's try not to scare her again," Puddlewhisper advised her companions. "We can't chase her all day."

"I recognize her," Venturedapple whispered. "Her name is Nimble. She used to live in the human settlement. She left with Achilles. He was her mate." Achilles… he had long brown fur. Could he be the cat Potterypool encountered in the moments before her death?

"Isn't Achilles really old for her?" Vervaincough groaned, sneering at the thought.

"Not every cat has the same concern about age as the Clans seem to," Venturedapple muttered, shaking his head. Yet as he did so, he knocked into a snow-burdened branch. A clump of snow fell from the tree with a loud thud.

The queen, Nimble, ripped herself from her litter's affections. She stood between her kits and the codekeepers like a crumbling wall, unable to stop shaking. Despite the light bouncing off the snow, Nimble's pupils were wide, utterly terrified. Puddlewhisper groaned in her mind.

"We aren't here to hurt you," Puddlewhisper promised, crawling out from under the tree. "We just want to ask you some questions."

"No," Nimble hissed. "No, you're lying. You're here to kill me."

"We don't want that," Vervaincough said as she and Venturedapple joined Puddlewhisper. "Did you see a red molly out here last moon?" That was the wrong thing to say, as Nimble unseathed her claws.

"She did it!" Nimble yowled. "I saw the two of them. They killed my mate, they didn't care! They sent you here to silence me!" Nimble's fear scent overwhelmed her milk-scent. Her kits whined, unfamiliar with the nose-curling stench.

"Tell us what happened," Venturedapple snapped, the tip of his fangs peeking out into the harsh light. Nimble spun and shoved her face into the nest. She emerged with her brown and silver kits dangling in her mouth. The pale ginger kit cried, tiny paws flailing for their missing littermates. Yet Nimble, ears low and tail tucked, simply ran. She stumbled over an exposed root, the exhaustion of kitting slowing her down. As she dove over the root, the silver kit slipped from her jaws. The kitten's tiny head smacked into the buldging root. They landed in the crunchy snow and wailed louder than Puddlewhisper thought a newborn ever could.

"Hold on!" Puddlewhisper cried, but Nimble wouldn't stop. She weaved through the trees, whimpering until her abandoned kit's screams drowned her out. Puddlewhisper's memories flung her back, back to that night when she woke up to screeching and screaming echoing from the nursery, unsure if her nieces, her nephews, her sisters and mother, if any of them were alright. That night, even as Downstar explained the horrors of the Dark Forest that caused such a disaster, all Puddlewhisper could think was, I'll never let a kit scream like that, ever again. They'll never hurt like that as long as I draw breath.

Puddlewhisper flew over the exposed root and cradled her paws around the silver newborn. There was no blood, thank StarClan, but the kit, a tom, still wailed and screamed, his nose-sized paws digging at the sky. Puddlewhisper pulled the kitten close to her chest, forcing herself to purr. She groomed the tom's tiny head. The tom began to soothe himself, rooting into Puddlewhisper's fur with painful whimpers. As he quieted, the pitiful mews of his other abandoned sibling became the loudest thing in the forest.

"One of you check on that kit already!" Puddlewhisper snapped at Vervaincough and Venturedapple, who stared dumbfounded at the silver kitten. Venturedapple, at least, pulled himself out of the stupor and obeyed Puddlewhisper's order. He crawled into the nest and nosed the pale ginger kit.

"It's a molly," Venturedapple explained. "She seems healthy. Just upset."

"She left them," Vervaincough muttered, staring at Nimble's trail. "She left her kits behind. They, they could die without her!"

"That's why we're taking them back to camp, right now," Puddlewhisper hissed, lifting the silver kit back over the exposed root.

"What about Nimble?" Venturedapple asked.

"She'll never tell us what we need to know if she thinks we're out to kill her," Puddlewhisper growled. "We'll find her eventually. The clerics need to see this kit. We're going home, right now. Grab his sister and follow me."

For the first time in an entire moon, Puddlewhisper didn't think about her sister's murder. She could only think of the two newborns beside her, whining for their mother.

[Image ID: Puddlewhisper stands with a silver speckled kit and a pale ginger tabby kit. Puddlewhisper says "What kind of mother is she if she only saved one kit? Someone should put these two first." Under the silver kit, it says NEW PLAYER: ICEKIT, 0, MALE, UNRULY. Under the pale ginger kit, it says NEW PLAYER: PEARKIT, 0, FEMALE, QUIET.]

With no nursing queens to feed the two newcomers, Carnationspeckle quickly set to work brewing kitten soup while Currentsmoke built a nest in the nursery. Vervaincough and Venturedapple met with Waspdawn, Oilstripe, and Downstar in the leader's den while Puddlewhisper stayed with the silver and pale ginger kits, warming them by the bonfire. Troutpool carefully examined the silver tom's head while Puddlewhisper made sure his sister didn't crawl into the fire.

"I don't see any signs of injury," Troutpool muttered, "and he seems to be doing well. I can monitor him, but I don't think he's hurt. Just a little knock on the head, I believe." Troutpool licked the tom's head, chuckling. Shrewflame and Whitepaw hovered over Puddlewhisper, trying to get a good view of the newborns.

"They're adorable," Whitepaw gasped, eyes sparkling. "Do they need anything?"

"Some space," Puddlewhisper huffed, batting at the two brothers. "Don't you have chores to attend to?"

"Well forgive our curiosity," Shrewflame grumbled, guiding Whitepaw back. The rest of the Clan were able to contain themselves and give Puddlewhisper room to breathe. If they weren't discussing the day's events, they were trying to listen to Downstar's meeting (only for Cobaltchaser, guarding the den, to remind them it was private).

"Once Currentsmoke's done in the nursery, we can move them in," Troutpool sighed. She sat beside Puddlewhisper and warmed her whiskers. Puddlewhisper pulled the kits close to her. They sensed her warmth and turned their noses into her pelt.

"You seem like a natural," Troutpool hummed. Puddlewhisper's ears dipped. She stared at the fire, forcing her pelt to stay smooth. Troutpool tucked in her tail and quickly added, "I'm sorry, I didn't think that through. They just seem to like you, that's what I mean." Puddlewhisper stared at the kits. The silver tom looked like he could be Puddlewhisper's son. The molly looked more like Waspdawn's kit, a thought that brought out a purr. It did seem natural, didn't it? But Puddlewhisper's tail flicked against the ground, a clear sign of her thoughts.

"Can I admit something to you?" Puddlewhisper asked softly.

"A cleric never reveals what her Clanmate says in confidence," Troutpool promised, sitting taller. Puddlewhisper curled her tail over the kits.

"I hated Elmsprout for having kits," Puddlewhisper muttered. She waited for backlash, for a horrified gasp, but Troutpool stayed quiet. "Gingerpaw and Frostpaw are going to be wonderful cats, and Lavendertwist adores being a father. But when I saw Elmsprout nursing her litter, I hated her for it. I wanted to be nursing kits in the nursery. All the mothers in this Clan seem so happy to be in the nursery, and I would give up anything to be one of them. But if I had children by blood, I could only stand to the side while another molly gave birth to them. I wouldn't really be their mother."

"Yes you would," Troutpool insisted, putting her tail on Puddlewhisper's back. "They would call you their mother."

"Yes," Puddlewhisper groaned, "but didn't Oilstripe feel awkward with you, knowing you and her shared no blood? It's a similar feeling." Troutpool's ears tilted back slightly. "I can't be the mother I want to be."

"I'm sorry I can't change that," Troutpool sighed. "If it helps, though, I think your concern would make you a great mother, in whatever way that happens." Troutpool gently nudged the silver kit, but the newborn was too absorbed in the warmth of Puddlewhisper's belly fur. "Are you going to try Nimble and return her kits?"

"She put her fear over her kits," Puddlewhisper snapped. "She left these two to die. What kind of mother is she if she only saved one kit? Someone should put these two first."

"What if Downstar orders you to give them back?" Troutpool asked softly.

"She won't," Puddlewhisper said. The tension in her voice disturbed the nestled kits. She quickly licked each of their little bodies and settled their hearts.

"Then I can't think of anyone better to raise them," Troutpool purred. "I think StarClan approves. Your… Ripplefern's spirit is watching. She looks happy." Puddlewhisper's pelt tingled. She stared at an empty spot in camp. She saw no ghostly shapes, but some deep instinct told her that her sister was right there, keeping watch, just as Troutpool described.

"We don't know exactly when they were born," Puddlewhisper hummed, studying the kits… her kits. "I don't think it would be wrong to give them names now."

"Can I help?" Troutpool asked, ears perking up.

"You can help with the molly," Puddlewhisper said, "but I have the perfect name for the tom. Icekit." Just like the ice she encountered on her way to meet him.

"Cute!" Troutpool said. "The molly's so round and plump, she deserves a round name. Maybe a fruit, or a seed, maybe even a mushroom! There are a lot that match her color. Hen-of-the-woods, porcini mushrooms, maple flowers, pears, maybe a squash, like the sort WheatClan steals—"

"Wait," Puddlewhisper said, raising her tail for the cleric to pause. "What's a pear?"

"Oh, they grow them in the human settlement!" Troutpool explained. "Lemmy told me about them. They grow on trees and they're shaped like rattles. The humans love to eat them." Hmm, pears…

"I like Pearkit," Puddlewhisper decided. She stuck her face between her son and daughter and nuzzled them both.

Yes. In the midst of chaos, this felt more natural than anything.

(Puddlewhisper: 56, trans female, codekeeper, righteous, keen eye, ghost sense)

(Venturedapple: 78, male, codekeeper, cold, eloquent speaker)

(Vervaincough: 25, female, codekeeper, insecure, understands nature, good mediator)

(Nimble: 45, female, loner, righteous, good swimmer)

(Quick: 0, female, kit, know-it-all)

(Icekit: 0, male, kit, unruly)

(Pearkit: 0, female, kit, quiet)

(Troutpool: 51, female, cleric, insecure, ghost sight)

(Whitepaw: 7, male, historian apprentice, nervous, active imagination)

(Shrewflame: 14, male, teacher, loyal, fast as the wind)

[starlightsuffered]

Half a Heart

Info - break up, fight, angst to comfort, mention of drinking

The break up had only happened one month ago, and yet Timothee was already with someone else. It hurt immensely. Every day I wished that I could take back the things I'd said. I hadn't meant them, not in the least, but I'd been too stubborn to apologize.

She was gorgeous and I had nothing on her, I knew that. I'd fantasized that he'd never get over me, that one day he'd come back, that my skies would once again be blue.

As I stared at the picture of the two of them at a premiere, I downed another gulp of vodka. I had been crying and drinking all night. I just wanted Timothée back, I was ready to ask for forgiveness.

I tearfully dialed Timmy’s number. It was the first time I'd tried to contact him since our fight. It continued to ring, and a sudden fear gripped my heart. Maybe he'd changed his number. But then suddenly the ringing stopped.

"Mm, what is it?" The groggy deep voice of Timothée answered the phone, and I almost laughed with relief.

"Timothée," I squealed.

"Y/n, oh my gosh, I didn't see the caller ID," Timmy sounded much more awake now.

"Hi," I said, pitifully into the phone.

"Hi,"responded.

Suddenly, I lost my train of thought completely. My brain couldn't form a complete thought, my mouth wouldn't work. I couldn't say a thing.

"Y/N?" Timothee said after a moment.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I called," I said weakly. "I just, I wanted to hear your voice I guess. I'm glad you didn't change your number."

"Yeah, I wanted to keep it in case...." he didn't finish his sentence. He had to change his number often, and I couldn't help feeling maybe he hadn't changed it for me

"Okay, I'm gonna go back to sleep," Timmy said slowly.

"No! Wait!" I said loudly. Timothée didn't say anything, but I could still hear his breathing so I knew he hadn't left.

"Can we meet somewhere?" I asked.

"Like where?" He asked apprehensively.

"On the bridge, in the park, where we had our first date," I said quietly.

"What time?" He sighed.

"Tomorrow at 4, I know you'll be done on set by then," I said. I still knew his schedule well.

"Okay, but I can only come for fifteen minutes, I have my workout," he told me.

"I know," I said. Timothée, was silent, realising just how well we knew each other.

"Okay goodbye," I said and hung up.

I felt a little better, but also, I felt nervous as hell. What was I thinking? How would I convince Tim to leave his gorgeous arm candy for me? We had history, but we'd also had that fight. I had no idea what I was going to say.

I tried to sleep, but I tossed and turned. I ended up getting up at six AM. I took a warm bath and made sure to load it with sweet-smelling bubble bath to relax.

Since it was a Saturday, I didn't have much to do but mope around. I ate a big breakfast to help with my hangover symptoms. Mostly, I just laid around the house, watching tv, and biding my time till it was 4:00.

Finally, it was time to go. I was wearing an outfit I knew Timothée liked, and although it was windy, I wore my hair down like I knew he preferred. I'd spent over an hour on my makeup. I just wanted everything to be perfect when I saw him.

I stood on the bridge, looking at the beautiful scenery and trying to calm down. I was squeezing the railing of the bridge so hard the muscles in my hand began to ache. The day was truly gorgeous, but all the colors looked dull to me. I painfully reminded of Timothée.

"Y/n," his voice was like a cool drink of water on a hot day. I turned to see him standing there, and tears almost began to form in my eyes.

"You wanted to talk?" Timothee asked, running a hand over his head.

"Yeah," I said, looking at my hands, and not him.

"Yeah," I repeated. I realized I'd wasted so much time today, and I hadn't even figured out what to say.

"Look, y/n, this is awkward," Timothée began.

"I know, I'm sorry, but I want to say something. I just, don't know how," I mumbled.

"Did you mean what you said?" I asked finally. I hadn't even been planning this, but it just popped out. This must be what I'd really wanted to say.

"Which part?" Timothee asked.

"Near the end of our fight, you said we were like the same side of a magnet. That we were always trying to make it work, but we can't get it quite right. We repel each other without even wanting to. Did you mean that? Because I can't get it out of my head, I can't stop hearing you say that."

"I...," Timothee hesitated. "I don't know, there's a lot of times when we fight, but I don't know if we're incompatible."

"You don't know?" I asked desperately.

"I just don't know," he shrugged, but he looked pained.

"So that's what our whole relationship amounts to, you don't know," I snarled.

"I guess so," Timmy said in exasperation. "I'm not a fucking genius."

"You don't have to be a genius to tell me how you feel about me!" I snapped.

"May I remind you that YOU asked me here, not the other way round, maybe you should be explaining to me." Timothée was fuming.

"Maybe you should leave then!" I growled.

"Don't act like I'm the problem here," Timothée rolled his eyes.

"I should've known," I scoffed. "Can't even have a mature conversation."

"Don't talk to me about maturity," Timothée retorted. "I'm leaving."

He spun around and began to stalk off. I turned too, anger filling my veins. However, the minute he was out of my sight, I felt dread spreading through me again. I turned back around to watch Timmy walk off.

I felt like I was in a romantic comedy, staring at the love of my life's back as he walked out of my life. In the movies, we would both turn around at different moments and wish the other one would do the same. This wasn't the movies though, and soon Timothee turned around. He looked surprised to see that I was looking at him as well

For about five minutes we just stared at each other. He blinked a couple of times.

"Go," Timothee finally shouted to me from the other side of the bridge.

"You first," I called back.

"I don't want to," he admitted.

"Me either," I said.

"So what are we going to do," Timothée ventured a few steps forward.

"I don't know," I said.

We were silent for a moment, our bodies slowly moving closer to one another.

"Fuck it," I laughed, and ran to Timothée. I launched myself into his arms. He actually caught me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was kissing me fervently.

"I'm so sorry,” Timothee said in a hurried voice, broken by kisses. "I didn't mean it, we are compatible, I was just worried you didn't feel the same way."

"I love you, I fucking love you so much," I kissed his face all over as he laughed.

"I missed you," he breathed as he clung to me.

"What about your new girlfriend," I said worriedly.

"She was just a prop, management didn't want me to seem sad," Timothée said, putting me down.

"That's wonderful," I laughed and pressed my lips to his. "Timothée we may fight a lot, but I want our relationship to work. I'll do whatever I can, I love you so much."

"I love you too," Timmy pressed his forehead to mine.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming @lovelyrocker @therealbeabodoobee

[sirsealery]

need to rant about some people in the arcane fandom ... some of yall are PISSING ME OFF.

ok to preface this ... you can have whatever opinions you want. i dont give a shit. think what you want, i dont care the slightest. obviously im biased when im gonna say this because im vi's #1 fan but FUCK anybody who hates her for hitting and leaving powder in the scene s1 ep3. i dont care about any other opinion you have about vi but if you think this ... DID YOU WATCH THE SHOW???? WERE YOUR EYES AND EARS CLOSED OR??????

look i dont hit kids, i promise. im not a violent person, and i dont go around beating kids around the face for no reason. but if you have a sibling, YOU WILL KNOW that everyone smacks their siblings at least once in a while. me and my little brother beat each other DAILY for nonsense shit like dishes and leaving the butter out too long. im genuinely surprised vi didnt smack powder earlier, but tbh shes a better person than me and is much more parentified than i ever was. call me controversial or whatever, but in the first couple episodes, powder WAS a bit of a fuckup. and vi was very forgiving about it but there very much is a point where you fuck up too much and you cant just 'let it slide'. and that point for vi wasnt powder hesitating on the rooftop, not her slipping, not her blowing up the kirammann place (did she know that was pow's fault?), not her losing all that they stole, but it was BLOWING UP THEIR ENTIRE FAMILY.

imagine your little sister BLOWS UP YOUR FUCKING FAMILY???? and runs up to you grinning???? id lose it entirely. respectfully, id beat the everloving shit outta that little girl, and then bawl my eyes out and rot into the ground. i love powder, i love jinx, shes like my second favorite character in the entire show (wowww im so special and unique for loving jinx woww), but i would NOT have dealt with it nearly as well as vi did. im not gonna talk about how vi deals with her feelings with violence cuz its the only way she knows how because thatd be its own ramble ..

uh yeah. powder would not make it if i were vi, which might make me a bad person instead of vi a good one, but whatever i dont care. im hard betting that nobody else would be much better than me either. vi, at FIFTEEN, was incredibly mature for hitting powder once, yelling at her, and then backing away. once she realized what she'd done, she did absolutely the right thing by taking a step back to take a breath. thats literally what she did, by the way. walk away so she didnt say or do anything else she would regret and give herself a MOMENT to process the unimaginable loss she just experienced before going back to being powder's protector/caregiver/big sister/parent. and then when she TRIED TO COME BACK BECAUSE SILCO WAS COMING FOR HER SISTER, because she still cared for her by the way, and that girl is the only thing she has left, fucking MARCUS yanked her away and threw her in jail for the next six or seven years. gang did you miss that part??

im tweaking im so tired. sick of the dumbass vi hate cLEARLY you have never been an older sister and it SHOWS. scratch that, not even older sister, just a sibling in general. and then all that about vi hitting kids and bringing up when she smacked isha?? gang. that little girl BIT her, of COURSE she would whack at her its INSTINCT. man if a toddler bites my leg that hard and i dont see it i am BACKHANDING that little guy into space before i turn to look at him. and she regrets it immediately after too !! and if she really wanted to beat kids, she wouldnt have hesitated in bashing ishas head in when she went to protect jinx in that fight in ep .. 3 i think it was, or letting caitlyn shoot at jinx. shes not a child beater are you stupid????

and dont get me wrong either, i do understand that powder never meant any harm. of course i get that. of COURSE she never meant to blow up all of the people she cares about, WHO THE FUCK WOULD?? as she put very plainly, she only wanted to help. and i sympathize with that. the whole situation makes me very, very very sad. she wanted to save them, and thought she finally did it right for once. but vi also DID tell her to stay away. powder didnt completely understand why vi was so upset and hitting her so hard in the same way that she hits her enemies, grabbing her and screaming at her, then getting up and leaving, ignoring her sobbing for her to come back. of course vi wasnt RIGHT for any of it. in a perfect world, she wouldnt have done any of it. but arcane very much isnt a perfect world, and vi isnt a perfect person. she has insane grief and trauma that she doesnt know how else to process and i really do think that her walking away was the best possible solution, if marcus wasnt involved. in a better world, she wouldve gone back to powder after a couple minutes, been mad at her again or apologized or WHATEVER, kept her close, and escaped together. maybe beat the fuck outta silco in the process, i dunno.

tldr; vi punching powder and then walking away was a valid fucking crashout. YOU try getting your family exploded.

[midnight-talescape]

𝐻𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒹 (𝒱𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 31: Free day

Yeah its gangbang time! IM FINALLY FREEEEEEEEEE

I had to colorcode them because i wasnt sure how to separate the Miguel apart but if anyone have a better ides to seperate them i will appreciate it.

Yeah they’re the miguel from the last four story. As you can tell they all ended in angst :)

Orgin Miguel is the Miguel from bestfriend, but he’s like from (Y/N) Orgin universe

Thats it have fun

Also very bad at writing gangbang

Warning: gangbang, knot, hate sex, a few toxic behaviors? etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 3266

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How fast can love turn to hate?

That was a question Miguel never thought about till he met you, well Miguel never even thought about love till he met you.

If you were to ask him that question then, he would have answered never.

How could he ever hate you?

You could hurt him all you want and he will forgive you.

You were his everything and deep down Miguel knows that between you and the multiverse, he will pick you each and every time.

Without you, he’s nothing.

How naive he was back then.

If you were to ask him this question now, he would tell you a decade.

A decade of sleepless nights and a decade of wondering why it had to be you.

He knew you couldn’t help it and it was for the greater good.

But why did it have to be you?

Why did you have to leave him alone in a multiverse without you?

A multiverse where you’re doomed to die and he is destined to lose you.

A decade was all it took for that love and despair to change into anger and hate.

You were his everything and you left him.

You promised to never leave him, but you did and left him a broken mess.

He will never forgive you.

He will find you again and he will make you pay for leaving him behind.

Even if it meant stealing you away from the Multiverse, even if it meant destroying every universe in his path.

Miguel would stop at nothing to have you once more.

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You open your eyes confused out of your mind as you stare into the darkness.

W-where am I? D-didn’t I die? Wait… how did I die?

You let out a loud groan as you felt a splitting pain in your head.

Your brain filled with fragmented memories of various past incarnations.

Of pain, love, and loss.

But most importantly…

You squint your eyes, the light stinging your eyes as the door opens.

“Miguel?”

"Welcome back from the dead, mi amor. We promise you will never leave us again."

Came several voices all dripping with desire and wants.

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You were pushed onto the ground by the different Miguels, you couldn't even fight back, still confused and dazed from what was happening.

"Welcome home, mi amor," Origin! Miguel said softly, a crazed look in his eyes as his fingers tracing lightly over your arm, sending shivers down your spine. "We missed you, and we'll make sure you never leave us again."

Your eyes widened as you felt their hands running up and down your body. Your body begins to flush and your eyes water as you try to stop them,

“W-wait guys stop…”

Your body still sensitive from being newly resurrected, and your mind trying to comprehend what’s happening.

You whimper as Miguel's fingers lightly trail over your sensitive skin, his touch brings you an unspeakable pleasure.

The other Miguels surrounded you, their hands clawing and tugging at your clothes, their fingers desperate to touch every inch of your skin.

You try to push them away, but the heat radiating from each of them seems to melt you from the inside. You want to fight back, but the familiarity of their touch, the intensity of their desires hold you prisoner to their love.

It felt like you were drowning in their love, their lust, and their anger.

“I-i will die…” you cried out terrified at what was about to happen,

Triggered by your comment Miguel grabbed your face pulling you up toward him, his eyes filled with rage, lust, and fear as he snarled out,

“You won't die, mi vida. We will fuck you until you can't remember your name or walk. Until you're drunk on our cock and can't do anything but have our cum dripping out of your tight little cunt. You will fucking live and be ours. You are mine, mi vida!”

You should be scared, you should be terrified.

But you love them.

Every single incarnation you have loved them.

Even though you were trapped and they are forcing themselves on you, you still love them.

“Are you okay, Miguel?” You asked quietly,

Miguel looks up at you, his eyes filled with pain, before being replaced with hatred again,

“You left us, mi vida… YOU LEFT ME ALONE!!!”

Origin! Miguel nipped your arm, his hand stroking your back gently a sharp contrast to his voice, dripping with malice,

“You made me forget you, (Y/N)…there weren't even memories that I could use to hold onto you, (Y/N)….”

Hybrid! Miguel wrapped his tail around your waist and nuzzled into your neck,

“What we’re going to do to you is nothing compared to the pain we went through, doctor…”

“Those mortals were nothing compared to you, mi diosa…”

“You are mine. I marked you, little hero, how could you leave?”

“You left us!”

Over and over again they repeated your broken promises, the promise of forever that were broken.

Their bodies tremble as they voice their pain, they need your love, your affection.

They were desperate for you, they needed you.

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“Tell me little hero, how many cocks do you think your body can take? Because we're all gonna have our fun with you.”

Origin! Miguel pulled you into his arms when he saw how terrified you were at the prospect,

“When we’re done with you, you won’t be able to move…..You won’t be able to walk, you won’t even be able to think…. But we will be here for you, keeping you safe….”

You shook your head and desperately reached out your hand for Miguel,

“It won't fit… All of you won't fit inside me…”

Hybrid! Miguel grabbed your hand and bit down drawing blood,

“Don’t try looking at him for help, he was the one that orchestrated this.” His voice dripping with jealousy at the aspect that you trust someone more than him,

“We will be gentle,” God! Miguel mumbled as he kissed the side of your neck,

“Doubt it, I want to break her as fast as I can.”

You look up at them your eyes watery trying your best to win some mercy from them, but Miguel just looks at the other before saying,

“Prep them a little with your fingers or tongue before doing anything. We don't want to break her…yet”

Villain! Miguel rolled his eyes and said,

“They’re a wet little thing, they’re practically dripping wet by this point.”

But Villain! Miguel lets go of you and gets ready to prep you for the rest of the night as you tremble in fear.

You let out a loud groan as Miguel pulled you into a rough kiss, his hand wrapping tightly around your neck choking you as he shoved his tongue down your throat.

Hybrid! Miguel grinned as he watched your eyes tear up from the kiss, tracing his tongue across your skin and biting at your shoulder.

The hybrid took his time, his tongue rough as he dragged it across your sensitive skin, causing you to whimper and writhe beneath them.

After all those years apart, that line between love and obsession is so deliciously blurred.

As he bit into your shoulder, the other Miguels didn’t waste their time.

God! Miguel fingers reached between your legs, feeling the dampness that seeped between your thighs.

You moan pitifully into the kiss, every muscle tightening as you try to hide your arousal.

Before you could fully drown in his kiss, there was a sudden sharp pain in your thigh. Villain! Miguel bit your thigh as he pulled your leg apart so God! Miguel could better push his fingers into you.

Your body arched, clenching onto his fingers and you tried to push them away, but your hand was grabbed by Origin! Miguel who wrapped his tongue around your fingers.

You panted as Miguel let go of you, your face red and sticking out your tongue to breathe as your body trembled with pleasure.

“S-stop….” every single part of your body seems to be licked or bitten by one Miguels or another,

“Relax, mi diosa… if we don't stretch you out a little you won't be able to take all of us…” God! Miguel purred as he curled his fingers deep inside you, drawing out an painful orgasm from you,

You let out a loud whine and your body arched upward, but Miguel pushed your body down forcefully. He wrapped his hand around your breast, kneading it roughly and swirling his tongue around your nipple.

Hybrid! Miguel grin as he watches your body clenched around God! Miguel fingers, the carpet under you wet with your juice and sweat.

“Just let us fuck you stupid, doctor” Hybrid! Miguel lick up your stomach, placing kisses on your stomach as he slipped his hand into your wet cunt, thrusting his fingers inside you with God! Miguel finger, “…you owe it to us for leaving us after all…”

“T-too much…” you cried out struggling to get away,

“I don't care if it’s too much, I want your mouth on my cock. I want to see how far your throat can stretch around me.” Villain! Miguel murmured into your ears as he shoved his fingers into your mouth, “How much of my cock do you think your pretty little mouth can take, little hero?”

You couldn't answer only gagging around his fingers as you felt your body being stretched as the Hybrid! Miguel pulled his fingers out of you so God! Miguel could slip his tongue inside your wet fold.

“It feels good, doesn't it? Don't worry we’re just warming you up, we’ll get you ready for the real thing…”

For the next hour, you were reduced to a babbling leaking mess as they competed with each other to see who can get you to cum the most.

There wasn't a single part of your body that wasn't kissed, licked, touched, or bitten in some way as they used your body to its contents.

Your chest and ass were littered with scars from their claws. Your cunt was stretched and overstimulated as they each took turns eating your out. By the time they were done prepping you, you were overstimulated to the point you couldn’t even think and begged for them to stop.

“Look at you, reduced to a whimpering mess, mi amor,” Origin! Miguel said as he reached over and pushed your leg apart exposing your wet cunt further to the rest of the Miguels,

They looked at each other, a dark look passing over their eyes as a silent agreement was made.

Origin! Miguel picked you up slightly and turned you around so you were now straddling him. Your body trembled in fear as you felt what was about to happen.

Twisting your head to the side Villain! Miguel looked into your dazed eyes and said,

“I told you I will see how much of my cock your mouth can take~” before grabbing your head and shoving his cock into your mouth,

You gagged almost immediately as his cock hit the back of your throat, tears falling from your eyes, Origin! Miguel looked up with a slight frown,

“Let her adjust a little…” reverting to your caring best friend for a split second as he watches your pitiful form,

Villain! Miguel let out a crazy laugh still forcing his cock down your throat as he said, “Like hell I will, their mouth is so tight and warm it's like they’re made for this…” he looked at Miguel and Origin! Miguel for a second before continuing, “…if I remember right you guys are the only one who haven't fucked her before, right? Spoiler, their body is made to be fuck and destroyed~”

His voice dripped with contempt as he said that.

None of them were happy with sharing you, having only resorted to this because they have to and it's showing.

Villain! Miguel’s words enraged the rest of the Miguels and they all looked like they were going to punch him.

Miguel glared at him coldly, his protectiveness over you showing through the hate, “They’re not a toy for you to abuse, we can use them like one but we're not going to treat them like one.”

Origin! Miguel rubbed your back soothingly trying to comfort you,

“At least they love us, unlike someone who never even got a promise before they died.”

That comment hit a sore spot and Villain! Miguel immediately pulled out of your mouth allowing you to breathe before attempting to attack Origin! Miguel,

“I killed all the villains so I can have her to myself, I don't mind killing you too…” he hissed as he was held back by Hybrid! Miguel,

God! Miguel looked down at you as you wrapped your hand around your neck coughing and your eyes teary, before kneeling down and wiping away the saliva from your chin,

“Mi Diosa, you left me…” his voice gentle, bringing you back memories of how he used to protect you against all harm,

“I'm sorry…you guys were more important to me than myself…” you said quietly your voice hoarse,

Miguel hears your voice and turns to you with a cold anger in his eyes. “You don’t understand. You don’t know what it felt like to watch you die. To not be able to do anything as I watch you disappear in front of me, (Y/N). I would rather die with you than live alone.”

As he said that a heavy silence fell in the room. Villain! Miguel stopped struggling against Hybrid! Miguel as he watched you, his eyes filled with anger and desperation. Origin! Miguel wrapped his arm around you tightly pushing you into his chest, you felt something wet falling onto your shoulder.

“A decade, (Y/N). A decade of my life missing. Then another decade and a half spent wondering why there is a hole in my heart, desperately searching for a person no one remembers…” Origin! Miguel bit into your neck, “…how could you be so cruel, mi amor…”

“I’m sor- gah!” you started apologizing before your body froze and you felt him shoving his cock into your tight cunt,

Origin! Miguel eyes seemed to glow red as he bit into your neck drinking your blood as he mumbled,

“…this is your punishment for leaving me…”

The rest of the Miguels seemed a little concerned over Origin! Miguel's sudden aggression as he brutally fucked into you. Except for Miguel who simply got behind you and started slowly pushing his cock into your ass.

“F-fuck! I-it hurts stop please!” You cried out desperately your body rigid with pain as you felt both of your entrances being stretched open, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, gasling in pain as they thrust into you,

“Are you sure we’re the violent ones?” Villain! Miguel asked as he watched the scene unfold in front of him,

Before he shrugged and then walked toward you tilting your head up again, your face wet with tears.

“I will be gentle this time, little hero…” Opening your mouth again he shoved his cock down your throat, groaning as he felt your throat tighten around him, your whimper sending vibrations up his cock,

God! Miguel and Hybrid! Miguel looked at each other before each grabbing one of your hands and wrapped it around their cock using your hand to satisfy themselves as they waited for their turn.

Your body flushed as you felt their hand wrapping around your breast kneading them roughly, your hand barely able to wrap around their large cock as they used your hand to satisfy them.

Origin! Miguel gripped your waist tightly as he ram into your tight cunt swearing as he fucked into you ignoring how much pain you were in,

“Such a tight little cunt for me we’re not letting you go (Y/N) not until we have our fill of you and break you down till you're begging us to fill you over and over again…”

Villain! Miguel hissed as he felt your throat tighten around him, using his hand he choke you feeling his cock through your throat before saying,

“..someone’s a little excited.”

Miguel splayed his hand over your stomach and pushed down on the cock bulge and with a muffled scream you cum onto Origin! Miguel cock.

“So fucking sensitive…” Miguel groaned as he felt your body wrapping tightly around his cock,

“We’re going to stuff you full of our cum until you can never walk again. Until you will never think of sacrificing yourself ever again…”

It didn't take long for you to completely lose track of whos fucking you and who’s using what part of your body. All you can tell is you’re being filled over and over again.

Your stomach was filled with cum and more is dripping out of you before being stuffed back into you. Yet there was still more that coated your body.

Your throat was raw and both of your entrances were swollen and puffy as they pounded into you.

One of your legs is hooked onto someone's shoulder while the other one is in someone else's hand. Your body was bent to the extreme so they can use your body to the max.

Someone kissed you exploring your mouth, while someone nibbled on your chest. Sucking your nipple roughly as though they expected you to lactate if they suck on it hard enough.

They were pulling you down into the abyss of their dark twisted love…

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“Please… I’m sorry! Please, please, please stop!!!”

You cried out dazedly as they kept pounding into you deeper and deeper, your body was being overwhelmed. But they weren't stopping, at least, not yet…

One of them pulled you close and kissed the tears off your face…

“Oh, my little hero…You’re so adorable when you beg…”

He let out a soft chuckle and looked at you, whispering darkly

“I think I might just keep going…”

“Remember how I promised I would never hurt you? It seems I can’t keep every promise I make…”

"I won't stop mi amor…. You hurt me. You promised you'd be with me, you promised me forever.”

“You have always wondered what my claws can do, haven't you? Well, it's time for you to find out…” Your body convulsed as you felt him clawing at your inside,

He ignores your begging as he watches you sob and struggle against him.

“Stop crying so much doctor,” he chuckles before whispering to you. “The louder you cry, the more excited I get.”

Your leg spasms as you feel his knot inflating inside you, plugging you up.

“Oh, mi diosa... Oh, how much I've missed you,” he whispered in a low and sultry tone, his voice dripping with lust.

“How long I've wanted to possess you, body and soul again…”

“Fuck your so tight… it's like you don't want me to pull out, Doctor…”

The room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin slapping against skin, grunting, and whimpering as they used you.

They will do anything to keep you with them.

And if it means fucking you till you won't ever consider leaving them again, so be it…

[karizard-ao3]

It's October, which means Oktoberfest! Can I please ask for any ideas about the NGE characters going?!

Oh boy, I have never been to Oktoberfest, so you'll have to forgive me if this is way too off base!

Okay, so Asuka is super excited for Oktoberfest. She has her dirndl all ready to go and she hasn't eaten all morning so she can stuff herself on German food.

Asuka instructed Shinji to show up in traditional dress. She meant lederhosen but he arrives in a yukata instead. Even though he thinks it's a bit weird to wear to a festival in October, he figured that was what she meant. They get in a fight, then Shinji gets some lederhosen at a stall and changes and all is well.

Rei goes in her school uniform. She has been researching German culture in preparation for the festival and joins a traditional dance competition, which she does not win. She is simply happy to have participated.

Misato chugs beer until she can't see straight and Kaji has to babysit her, which is what he expected already when he agreed to go. Ritsuko sits with him and makes digs at Misato for being an alcoholic.

Toji and Kensuke are there for one reason and one reason only: to try to get some beer. They don't have fake IDs or anything, so they come up with all these ridiculous plans to try to get a stein each. Hikari is hanging out with them because she likes Toji and Asuka is busy flirting fighting with Shinji. She keeps trying to get them to stop their dumb attempts but they ignore her. I think in the end, they end up just drinking from some cups people left out. Hikari calls them gross and leaves. They, despite only having a few sips each, are convinced they have become drunk and get all excited.

[uwingdispatch]

From the Very First Night

From the Very First Night

Notes: Ezra Bridger/Reader, established relationship, gender neutral reader, post-rebellion/post-war, hurt/comfort, chronically ill/disabled reader

CW: light discussion of past traumas/implied PTSD

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The day you met Ezra Bridger you laughed when he told you his name. 

“Forgive me,” you told him, “but you’re not the first man on Lothal to try and pick me up while claiming to be the guy in the mural on the wall outside.”

“Well that’s new,” he said. “I tell you my full government name and you think it’s a ruse. Maybe I should have used one of my old aliases.”  

You’d been finishing up some work in what had come to be your favorite caf bar in town, a few blocks from your home on Lothal. And you were thinking about leaving when a man approached with a look in his eyes that, on another day, might have prompted you to pick up your comms and fake an emergency call from a friend.

But now he was reaching for his wallet, pulling out an ID. “You can check my chain code if you want. I didn’t realize I had so many doppelgängers.”  

You quirked an eyebrow. None of the other “Ezras” you’d met had offered ID but, as soon as you saw it, you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “Okay,” you said. “This is embarrassing. ”

He smiled warmly as he put his wallet away. “To be fair, most of the stuff in town depicts me as a kid, and I didn’t have this handsome beard back then. But I can appreciate a skeptic.”

You put away your datapad, your instincts still split between staying where you were and running out the side door. Surprising yourself, you say, “But I’m not hearing you say that you're not trying to pick me up.”

“Well…maybe. That depends, I guess, on whether you mind if I join you.”

You nodded, and he sat opposite you, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling when he smiled. Up close, you could almost see the teenage boy from the mural. But his hair was longer, dark curls falling soft around his face, and he had a short beard that he did wear quite well.

You wondered if his nerves had caught up with him as he ran a hand through his hair, the late afternoon light coming in through the window catching a streak of silver at his temple.

“Sometimes it feels like I know everyone in this city. Or at least that everyone in this city feels like they know me.” he said. “But you’re new, aren’t you?”

“What gave me away?” you asked.

“Well, I could never forget such a lovely face.” 

“Are you serious right now?”

“I really am.”

There was something sincere about him, despite the flirtations. Something about the way he moved was honest. Welcoming. A server brought him a cup of caf and Ezra exchanged a few words with him in Rodian. 

“So how long have you been in town?” He asked.

“About eight months,” you said. “I just hit this point where I felt like a fresh start might be nice. I don’t usually abandon ship when things get rough, but I thought maybe this one time…I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”

He winked. “I used a Jedi mind trick.” 

“Right,” you said, fairly certain he was kidding.

He shrugged. “And somehow you landed on Lothal.”

“I narrowed it down to the places where I’d be able to have my astromech serviced.”

“Must be a special astromech.”

“She’s a therapy droid.”

“Ah,” he said. “There are several mechanics in Capital City who work with that program.”

You were a bit taken aback at how unfazed he was at the mention of your therapy droid—issued by the New Republic. Similar programs had been available to injured veterans before, but the civilian program was newer. And he not only knew about the program, but didn’t seem bothered by the fact that you had a condition that required this kind of aid.

“We had a lot of options,” you said. “But Ceetoo and I decided Lothal seemed nice. So…I’m here.” 

“Glad you are,” he said, both hands cupping his caf mug.

“You just met me and the first thing I did was call you a liar.”

“That’s what I like about you.”

A day would come when you’d realize what he meant then. That when you saw him you weren’t thinking about all the war stories, about the way Lothal had memorialized him when they’d thought he was dead. That he had a chance, at least for a moment, to show someone who he was without the burden of their assumptions and expectations. 

You would also come to realize that from the first time Ezra smiled at you, there was no coming back. He had you, melting like chocolate in the palm of his hand. Because he saw you too, like no one else ever had before.

***

It’s late afternoon when C2-B35 comes in from the garage bleeping about the line at the pharmacy. She’d gone with Ezra to pick up your medication after getting your doctor to call in something new for your joint pain. Ezra could have gone by himself but, because of an incident early in your dating history when there’d been a mix-up, Ceetoo almost always insists on going with him—and he learned a long time ago not to fight a stubborn astromech.

Ezra finds you on the sofa where you’ve been trying to relax, the pain in your back making it hard to even lie still. He knows better by now than to tell you that you’ve been working too hard, that you should take more breaks. He knows to help you up, taking you gently into his arms and kissing your hair. By the time he hands you the tablets, you’re already feeling a bit of relief.

You take the medicine and let out a heavy sigh, resting your head on Ezra’s chest before whispering a thank you. 

“I wish I could heal,” he says.

“We still don’t know if that kind of healing would help me,” you say. “Genetic condition.”

It’s a dance you dance every time you have a flare like this, bad enough that Ceetoo insists on contacting your doctor. 

“I met a kid once who could do it. His dad said he could nullify the effects of a neurotoxin. Close a wound like it had never been there at all.”

“What did the kid say about it?”

“The kid doesn’t talk much. Still working through some things, I think.”

He gets quiet, and from the look in his eyes you know that he’s gone somewhere in his mind lost you can’t follow. It’s been 25 years since he last saw his adoptive father, the man who’d trained him in the Force, and there are some wounds that time never quite heals. Ezra is still working through some things, too.

“Hey,” you say. “Come back to me.”

He smiles, his eyes bright as he gently squeezes your arm. “I’m right here, sunshine.” 

The medication starts to hit, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. You reach for his face, the sharp line of his bearded jaw, the parallel scars on his left cheek. “Just as you are, you’re enough, Ezra. I don’t need a Jedi. I just need you.”

C2-B35 beeps irritably before retiring to her room, reminding you that you haven’t eaten since breakfast. 

“Thank you, Ceetoo,” you call, with a promise that you’ll have a proper dinner.

“Is it helping?” Ezra asks. “The medicine?”

“It is,” you say. “Finally.”

“Have you really not eaten all day?”

Your face tells him everything. 

“Right,” he says. “Dinner. I could make some quick dumplings? I think I froze some last time to fry later…I’d just have to make the sauce, really.”

He’s up and in the kitchen, pulling jars of spices out of the pantry, and you know he can already taste this comfort dish, and so can you.

So much of his life had been unstable after Ezra’s parents disappeared. He was on his own at such a young age, and then after a few short years in the Rebellion he ended up in exile on Peridea. Now, everything he had felt like a luxury to him: a permanent home, a pair of naughty indoor loth-cats, soft clothes he wore without consideration for armor. He’d told you about learning to cook when he came back to Lothal and, now that he has access to just about any ingredient for any dinner in the galaxy, he has every intention of not only enjoying the luxury of any hot meal he can dream up, but to make sure you enjoy food as well. When Ezra offers to cook, you never say no.

“Ezra?”

“What do you need, love?”

“I need you to kiss me.”

And he does, pulling you up from the sofa, taking your face in his hands as he presses his lips to yours, his neatly trimmed beard soft against your skin. You’re lacing your fingers through his dark curls when he pulls away to look right into your eyes.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you whisper.

And he replies, “I can’t imagine being anywhere else.” 

***

It was night before you left the caf bar and, at this realization, Ezra insisted on walking you home. “Unless you don’t feel comfortable with that,” he’d said. “I would understand. It’s just dark out and…”

And something about being with Ezra just made you feel safe. Even on that first night. You’d never let a strange man walk you home before—it was on its face a bad idea. But you’d stayed out much later than you normally would, and the idea of being alone felt far more unsafe than being with this charming man.

“I don’t normally do things like this,” you told him, the words coming out way too fast, just a block from your building.

“I figured,” he said. “For what it’s worth…I haven’t done anything like this in quite a while.

This did surprise you. “Walked someone home?”

There was a playful tone to his voice when he replied, “Approached a beautiful stranger in a caf bar.” 

“You sure are bold for someone who doesn’t regularly…do whatever this is.”

“I just…” he started and paused, taking a breath. “This is going to sound like a line, but I just felt so drawn to you.”

“In the Force?”

“Maybe.”

“It does sound like a line,” you said. “But somehow I believe you. Jedi mind trick?”

“I’d never actually—”

“I know.”

You were both standing outside your door, a cool evening breeze in the air. You took all of him in—his firm chest beneath the deep v of his tunic, his dark hair catching on the wind, those blue eyes that seemed to see right past all of your walls. You’d met this man just a few hours ago but, beyond all reason, you so wanted to—

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, the words falling from his lips as if he hadn’t considered the consequences.

You nodded and he took a step closer, cupping your face in his hands, his nose brushing yours as he leaned in to press the most delicate kiss to your lips. And you felt his smile just as you felt that joy in yourself—a spark of something unlike anything you’d felt before. Maybe it was the Force, but every inch of your being wanted to be close to this man as you reached for his face, drawing him nearer, slipping a hand into his hair as the kiss deepened.

“I should go,” Ezra said, breathless into your ear.

“Why?” you asked.

“I have an appointment.”

“Really?”

“No.”

“Then stay.”

Nervously you fumbled with your keys, dropping them not once but twice as you tried to open your door, Ezra eventually placing them steadily into your hand, and just the touch of his fingertips against your palm sent a pleasant shiver through you. Quickly you shooed an alarmed Ceetoo away as you entered. Unlike you, her memories included files from the war, and she recognized Ezra as soon as she saw him. Beeped out something along the lines of this one’s mostly trustworthy and I’m going to charge.

“Mostly?” Ezra said, almost in a whisper. “I wonder what she’s heard.”

You bite back a laugh. “I just need you to know I don’t normally do this either.”

“Okay.”

“I could make some tea.”

“Sure.”

But his arms were around you again and you both stumbled toward the sofa, falling into the cushions wrapped in each other like teenagers, wholly unworried about anything else in the galaxy.

That tea didn’t get made for hours. And it was nearly dawn when you retired to your bedroom and Ezra fell asleep on your sofa, your loth-cat sitting at his feet. When you woke, he was gone, a note left on your kitchen counter: Had to work this morning, but I hope you’ll call me. You traced your finger over the comms code left in scratchy handwriting below, wondering for a split second if this could be real. But if you closed your eyes you could still feel the sensation of his fingertips ghosting over your cheek when you’d handed him a blanket the night before. His voice when he’d whispered in your ear, “Sleep well, sunshine.” 

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[thornswoggled]

on chises family, “a storm brewing in the east,” and future arcs

[ive written this post before, but its due for a refresh. now that jasper has been introduced, the whole last half of that post is moot, and i have additional thoughts on chika as well as more context on my thoughts on yori.]

now that fumiki is back in the picture, id like to theorize that yuuki hatori will soon follow. [see post: yori is fumiki and heres why.] more attention being paid to chises life in japan [ch 50, 75], chise wondering why her father “abandoned his role" [ch 57], and elias expressing curiosity over the circumstances that led her to meet seth [ch 74] are all hints towards yuukis story coming to light

one thing TAMB does that i love is how tertiary characters are facsimiles meant to help us understand our main characters. for example, all the dysfunctional pairs we see in the first arc that we are meant to compare and contrast elias and chise to, all in various ways that help us understand the ways their relationship might evolve. these minor characters may seem unimportant, but are preparing us to accept developments in the main cast. i believe there are two characters in the college arc that are prepping us for yuuki hatoris story - seth noel and adam sargent

lets first address fumiki, who ill just call yori. yori seems to have mastery over his eyes, which “have the power to bind [fae]” according to gabriella [ch 51]. this is a power both he and yuuki have, which protects chise and chika for a time. however, chika implies that he didnt always have this ability, or perhaps didnt have the sight at all until he became involved with her. which is strange, considering yori has a “family business” important enough to require he study abroad to train for:

[sources: ch 19, ch 98]

(id like to note that this line about training is almost certainly a result of his "reeducation" in italy, as we already know that his true purpose was to audit and replace simon. but i think theres at least a kernel of truth to it)

lets run with the idea that yuuki started off with weak or nonexistent powers. have any other men in this series been booted from their families because they lacked the skill?

[source: ch 63]

its possible that this “family business,” assuming it exists in truth and is not a fabrication of yoris brainwashing (which i dont think it is, considering he seems specialized in exorcism), eventually learned that yuuki acquired his binding powers, as well as a child with the same ability. again, are there are other men who are forcibly dragged back to their family, to the detriment of their young daughters?

[source: ch 83]

theres a few reasons why i think such care and time was put into the backstory of philomelas family. chise has done much of the character growth thats possible for her at this time, and attempts to “fix” philomela as a way of fixing herself. she projects on her, and for good reason too, since we are meant to compare them almost 1:1. i believe that the amount of time sunk into adam sargents story is meant to warm us up to understanding yuukis situation, regardless of whether we are meant to forgive him for his abandonment. seths story, too, introduces us to the idea of magical families booting their unworthy kin. which leads us to:

[source: ch 42]

going back to the screencap for the beginning, lets give yuuki the benefit of the doubt and assume hes being truthful when he promises hell be back one day. this phrasing is really interesting, and i feel like it implies yuuki knows the place hes going is dangerous. if hes returning to his family, or to some sort of organization (which i say because yori is part of the church), perhaps hes afraid that theyll be taken advantage of. or… maybe he was just lying! there is very little we understand about the church, so there are all manner of reasons why yuuki and yori may have ended up involved with them

regardless of reason, i dont believe that yuuki left because he wanted to. rather, i think he was being summoned. lets look at this little fae that appears twice, just pages apart:

[source: ch 42]

this weasel-like creature appears as soon as yuuki gets home in the first instance, and appears again immediately before yuuki packs up to leave. it looks distinctly different from the abstract, blight-like monsters that trail this family day to day, and id like to theorize that it is specifically keeping tabs on yuuki. in my theory post about yori, i wrote that the fox yori keeps in a tube [ch 51] is a kuda-kitsune, a sort of familiar kept by soothsayers. another word for this type of creature is 飯綱, or izuna, which is read in modern japanese as... the least weasel! yamazaki has solidified her reputation as someone who doesnt shirk on research, and i think this linguistic connection is enough to suppose whether the weasel that summons yuuki home came from the same source as yoris familiar

now, to discuss something i neglected to mention in the first version of this post. the ways in which we can compare philomelas and chises families doesnt end with yuuki. not only is alcyone a sort of elias, but iris is a sort of chika. id like to start with noting that iris' backstory of having been sold by her parents is a reflection of the original backstory yamazaki wrote for chise in the first drafts of TAMB. the dregs of chises old backstory finally gets used when iris' story is revealed:

[sources: merkmal, ch 83]

iris and chika are two mothers who deeply love their children, but are doubtful that they will be able to protect them when it counts:

[sources: ch 83, ch 42]

this next part might be a little controversial, but id like to take a look at the scene when chika snaps. specifically, the way her inner voice is framed:

[source: ch 42]

the black mist that we see in the apartment is similar to other depictions of malevolent magical energy weve seen before, such as the blight elias creates just one chapter before in ch 41 when he languishes over chise leaving him. it also seems to be pouring in from the same window where we've seen the weasel hanging out. the way chikas intrusive thoughts are depicted as a separate, shadowy figure is also remarkably similar to chises inner voice that tells her to kill the nucke-lavee:

[source: ch 61]

its possible that the voice that urges chika to kill chise is coming from somebody else entirely. like how chises curse[s] urge her to violence, i think theres a chance that someone wanted chise and chika to die, but didnt want to get their hands dirty. after all, if the family yuuki left behind died, he would stop trying to leave to reunite with them or retrieve them. being able to frame their deaths as a result of his abandonment would also be great manipulation fodder if he was summoned to wherever he went against his will

to be a naysayer of my own theory, i think it would cheapen chikas death if it turned out that she was not wholly responsible for her own actions. it would also make chises refusal to forgive her less impactful if it... literally wasnt her fault. but the way her attempt to kill chise is visually depicted makes me think theres a nonzero chance she truly didnt want to do it

lets take a look at the way iris' and chikas deaths are depicted:

[sources: ch 83, ch 42]

the visual of billowing curtains was often used in early chapters when it wasnt yet clear what happened to chises mother, and it gets used again when iris dies. and just as chika throws herself off the balcony, alcyone leaps through the window with philomela. im also stuck on the line of "we messed up and let his daughter escape." i dont mean to imply that i think we should hold up philomela and chises respective backstories as 100% 1:1, but they are remarkably similar in terms of broad plot points. if the same force that compelled yuuki to leave also compelled chika to get rid of the remains of yuukis old life, i wonder why it is that no one ever directly tried to kill chise again. did they lose track of her when she began moving from home to home?

speaking of... do we know whether chika took yuukis surname when they married, or the other way around? japanese law requires spouses to have the same last name, but husbands will sometimes take their wifes name. as far as i know, theres no explicit confirmation that the hatori family chise stays with in the OVA are related to yuuki or chika. just as seth changed his name when he was driven from the webster family, it could be that yuuki distanced himself from his past by taking chikas name. after all, if the hatoris who care for chise are truly so fed up with her, why would they not attempt to track down yuuki and "return" her if hes their relative?

(by the way, what yuuki did in taking fumiki was legal. japan is only just now going to start allowing joint custody in 2026, "parental child abduction" was not illegal at the time we're to suppose TAMB takes place, and yuukis disappearance can be considered an instance of jōhatsu. i just think its important for cultural context, because as a western reader i know i tripped up on "wait, WHY was yuuki allowed to do that without consequence?")

do i think that yuuki will ever physically appear in the story again now that fumiki has? i would love him to, but i dont know that chise will ever be allowed the closure of seeing his point of view:

[source: ch 42]

theres such a sense of finality to this line. just as philomela was only able to speak to her father in the form of a curse taking his shape, i dont know that chise will have the luxury of meeting yuuki again. theres a strong possibility that hes already dead, especially if he persisted in attempting to reunite with the rest of his family. frankly, i always thought he looked unhappy with his life in the scenes from ch 42, but his instinct in wanting to bring chise with him makes me believe that only death would ensure he never tried to see or support her again. though, if this is a safe space for me to express a little self-indulgence:

[source: ch 51]

we still dont know who sent yori to audit simon. the church is such a large organization ("a loose collection of private armies," as gabriella puts it in this same chapter) that yori being taken to be reeducated by another branch of the same organization that sent him to audit simon in the first place is not unusual or contradictory. let me first state that i dont think yori has ever been aware that he has a sister, or that he knows chise is in any way related to him (again, this post supposes that yori is fumiki). but in my heart of hearts, in my very soul, i do think it would be just so wonderfully dramatic for yuuki - or any member of his family, for that matter - to send yori off to ensure that elias, and chise by association, are under the watchful eye of someone they can more reliably control. if chise was not worth anything to them when chika died, perhaps their interest in her is piqued now that shes a mage-in-training under the apprenticeship of a vastly powerful creature. even if its not yuuki trying to figure out what the deal is with the mage who bought his daughter, perhaps his family is interested in how she can contribute to them

again, to be a naysayer to my own theories before someone else can be, i doubt that yoris reeducation and months-long stay with simon would be overlooked if a member of yuukis family sent him for the initial auditing. though theres a chance alonza had a hand in making sure his stay with simon continues. we just have to wait and see

under what context might we meet the rest of chises family? i have some ideas, but this soon into the arc everything is too subject to change. im also not convinced any of this will be addressed in the fiendbane arc. after all, yori was first introduced at the beginning of the college arc, and is only now becoming relevant. so all of this may only be laying the groundwork for yuuki to return in another arc, if not this one, which already has a lot cooking with the dragon, the new mage, etc. but then again, we get oberons little prophecy:

[source: ch 99]

it doesnt seem that oberons phrasing in the JP text matches what the great wall of china is called in japanese, but i dont think we are meant to interpret "a distant land" in any way other than japan. yamazaki has a quirky tendency to refer to japan in her works as a faraway land in the east, which extends to spinoffs like wizards blue

with the growing interest elias has expressed in chises life before she met him, and with the appearance of yori, perhaps we will learn more about yuukis story and circumstances when the brewing storm finally breaks. her family may even have something to do with it! but i doubt that any of this will come to fruition during the current arc. so until we get the next arc several years from now... ill leave you with this theory!

[antebunny]

So there's a subgenre of fics in the Harry Potter fandom wherein a person conceived while one of their parents is under the influence of a love potion will become aroace at birth. The origin, afaik, are two insidiously awful decisions of JKR combining: 1) she reinvented date rape drugs/roofies aka love potions, without realizing it I guess, and 2) she said that Voldemort was asexual, because she's never seen a marginalized identity she didn't spit on.

Since Merope Gaunt (Voldemort's mother) used a love potion on Tom Riddle Sr. (Voldemort's dad) I guess people got the idea that what if love potions caused asexuality? And asexuality + aromanticism, of course, meant evil. Here's an excerpt from one of those fics in which Bill Weasley explains being aro/ace to Hermione:

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"No. I just dated because that was what you did. I never really felt anything for them. A few kisses, plenty of hand-holding. I made out in a few broom closets, and had one very uncomfortable make-out session up the top of the Astronomy Tower that I eventually ended by pretending I heard Filch coming past on a patrol. I even tried making out with a guy once in case that was it–nothing. I never told mum about that, of course. Good wizards don't shame their families like that."

"There's nothing wrong with being gay, you know."

He shrugged. "It doesn't apply to me anyway. I'm not gay. I wasn't anything, and I was trying to accept that and be content with it. It was good enough. Until I met Fleur." His eyes lit up with joy as he spoke about her.

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"Look, the point is with her allure from being part-Veela, I love her. Like I can never love anyone else. I don't want to lose that. You don't understand what it's like to go through life feeling nothing for anyone else. I've dated people I said I cared for, but I wouldn't have died for them. Well, out of logical choice I might risk my life, but not from love. But I would die for Fleur. Do you understand? She makes me a better person. I would do anything to make her happy. I'm not alone in the world anymore."

She nodded slowly. "I see." It wasn't so much him manipulating Fleur, as him permitting her to manipulate him. Into feeling. "I didn't realise it could be that bad." She still thought he should confess, but it didn't sound like he was hurting Fleur–he really did love her.

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I read this fic years ago, and at the time I genuinely had not thought about my sexuality at all. I would've never called myself aro or ace. Still, reading this felt like being repeatedly punched in the face. I kept on waiting for Hermione to say something similar to what she said after Bill made a homophobic comment. After all, she went out of her way the first time, didn't she. Instead, what I got was essentially:

Bill: I don't usually feel romantic or sexual attraction. So there's something wrong with me.

Hermione: Yeah lmao. But there's nothing wrong with being gay!

I've been (reading) on Ao3 since 2016, and in all that time I've seen plenty of subtle racism, sexism, etc. But I've never seen anything as plainly stated as this. To this day I have yet to hear any aro/ace people describe the experience of being aro/ace in any of the following ways: "How could I forgive myself if we brought a child into the world to suffer the emptiness I lived with my whole existence[?]" /"You should be unable to love." / "You don't understand what it's like to go through life feeling nothing for anyone else."

I could not understand why Bill described it as "emptiness" or "feeling nothing." I still cannot find a single aro/ace person who would describe themselves as empty. The most I have ever heard is: "I wish I was normal" (meaning I wish I fit in, I wish to be accepted by other people). Historically, many aro/ace people married and had kids, conforming to societal norms, and I am sure many believed there was something wrong with them or hoped to grow out of it. I was one of them. On a very personal note, I suspect that my father is too. I am certain that he's never heard the terms asexual or aromantic in his life. But if you think I'll ever discuss his sexuality with him, you're out of your damn mind.

Now, I know it's really easy to find this fic from these quotes. I chose to include them anyways because I think it's important to show how blatant it was. My Tumblr blog isn't exactly a platform, but for the five people reading this: please, please do not go after the author. I truly believe that they had no ill-intent. In the comments of this fic, a few people bring up variations of "it sounds like Bill is just aro/ace" and the author is consistently understanding. Here are some of the author's comment on that fic:

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I very much understand what you're saying. It's a tricky thing for me to address, however. For the core idea I'm playing with is basically the evilness of "love potions". And part of that is exploring JKR's idea that Voldemort, being unable to love due to his mother using a love potion on his father, was a *monster* because of that. Perhaps that doesn't come across very clearly (there's a little bit more of it in the prequel), that it's one of the assumptions I'm trying to undermine. ("Love potions are funny/romantic", "Voldemort is a monster because he could not love", "Harry's power was that he could love - he's not a monster like Voldemort", "There's nothing wrong with selling love potions to teens/adults because it's not 'real' love".)

I feel like I'm already poking at the inherent problem of framing "people who cannot love" as "monsters/psychopaths" by showing Bill and Harry's struggles with self acceptance, and Bill finding a way to love (though do note he'd been making peace with the idea he wasn't attracted to anyone, prior to meeting Fleur). I really don't like the canonical take on love-redeems/love-is-the-best-power/the-loveless-are-monsters, so I'm messing with it a bit. Exploring other people than Voldemort, ones we admire, who are also dealing with being unable to love. Does that make sense? Now, that doesn't mean I'm doing a perfect job at it, but I'm trying my best to explore that theme around the edges of my Dramione story.

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The author's intention was to show how other characters, made aro/ace via love potion like Voldemort, were not evil or sociopaths. I don't know why all the characters were so aro/acephobic, but sometimes fics get away from you and you don't address everything you wanted to. I don't know why the aro/ace characters had so much internalized shame and hatred when the term bachelor has been in use for centuries, but we fanfic authors love writing self-esteem issues and I would be a hypocrite to say otherwise. I don't know why the author never tagged acephobia or internalized acephobia, but no one HAS to tag anything.

I don't know if the author ended up writing that fic where Harry comes to accept his aro/asexuality. It's totally understable if they didn't; I have failed to write many fics that I really did want to write. Sometimes it's just like that. I really, truly believe that the author had the best of intentions and is not aro/acephobic, just severely misled on what that experience is like.

My beef is not with this author. I used their words to highlight a reoccurring and popular sentiment that I hate. My real beef is that this fic is popular. This is an entire subgenre of Harry Potter fics. I actually decided to write this post because some random person on the internet said, a few days ago, something along the lines of: "Remember when JKR invented a date rape drug that turned people into sociopaths? Yeah…" (And also because I was up until 3 am last night writing a dumb trash angst one-shot about it).

I'd wager that the vast, vast majority of people who write or read those fics don't feel the same way. But the condescension is baked into the very premise of that trope. "Oh poor you, it must be so hard, so lonely going through life without ever loving another person. You must feel so empty inside."

It's actually people who say similar things that make me feel isolated. Most of the time I feel free, like I've cracked this secret code, like I'm able to see things clearly that people so hung up over sex and romance can't. Other times I feel so left out I wish I was "normal." Mostly, being aro/ace is lonely, annoying, exhausting, and liberating.

It wasn't until last year that a friend told me that some people actually do have trouble speaking to someone they've never met before, just because they find that someone attractive. I thought that only happened in stories. But I don't want to get nervous meeting new people based on their looks, I don't want to treat people differently based on how much I want to have sex with them. I wish my friends in high school had never pressured me to come out as bisexual. I wish all the other similarly liberal, queer communities I've found since didn't insist on associating sex and dating with emotional comfort. I wish I could magically stop my parents from expecting me to ever get married and have kids.

But I can't.

Anyways, that's it for today. I'm not sure what the point of writing this was. I really don't want anyone to get hurt or attacked because of it. This is not a callout, or a hate brigade, or any sort of call-to-action. I don't want people to get up-in-arms about this. I'm just tired. I suppose I just wanted to put my feelings out there, and well, this is my Tumblr.

[intrusivethot6767]

Meet my Immortal Desires MC!!!!!

oopsies im hyperfixating on this choices book

"You guys couldn't make me something cool-like a siren or whatever? Vampires are so mainstream,"

-Isa Valentino, upon realizing she's a vampire

Name: Isa Valentino

Height: 5'5 ishhhh

Birthday: She's 100% a Capricorn (just like her creator), leaning towards like January 10th or sum.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you.

Love interest(s): Gabriel Adalhard, Cassius Harlow (endgame)

Friends: Libby, SETH, Nicole, Harrison, Gabe, Cas

Family: Terri Valentino (mother dearest)

Gregory Meadows (flop father)

Edna Meadows (evil stepmother)

Before Crimson Beech:

Was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts before moving to Crimson Beech.

Her mother was going through medical school, her father was a trucker so he would be away for days at a time.

When Isa was ten, her mother caught her father having an affair, which lead to a messy divorce and her father remarrying her stepmother.

During the divorce, Isa went to stay with her dad and stepmom during the weekends. They weren't awful people, but she hated them for breaking her family up. While it's childish, I don' think she ever forgives her father, even as she grows older- eventually he gave up trying to be nice and her mom won full custody.

So after all that, Terri was away a lot, having to go through her medical school stuff as well as get jobs to support them, which left Isa to her own devices most of the time. Terri was devastated by the divorce, and used her daughter as a shoulder to cry on when she was home, which is why the MC is kind of parentified by her throughout the series.

Isa was also heartbroken, her own grades slipping. She was top of her class before and now she just.....didn't care, she barely passed any of her classes anymore, and she began drifting away from her friends due to all her responsibilities at home.

They had to move to a whole other part of the city shortly after this, as Terri had finally graduated and gotten a job as a medical examiner. This meant a whole new thing to get used to for her kid.

Her mom was busy a lot, and as she got older, she began to cook, clean, do laundry, and so on and so forth, two of her hobbies include reading books (to escape reality) and crocheting.

When high school came around, her mom allowed her to do online schooling in an attempt to get her grades up for college. It worked, but she was isolated from others her age. However, her mom and her grew stronger because of it, as Isa was now home a lot more often so they had time to talk.

And then her mom got fired from her job at the end of her junior year of high school.

She picked up a job babysitting the kids in her apartment building to help pay bills while her mom looked for a new job.

Which is where she found an opening in Crimson Beech, so they packed up and moved, Isa being happy she got to go to a normal school for her senior year of HS.

Relationship HCs:

Truly never had a crush on Gabe, she just understood he would be good for her. He was everything she had ever wanted, able to give her safety and security. But she could never make herself like him in that way, although she cares about him as a friend.

Lowkey though she was annoyed he kept randomly showing up when she was with Cas, even if he thought she was making a bad decision, he had really never heard of personal space.

I imagine her relationship with Cas to be more enemies to lovers. She found him annoying, and she wasn't really Cas' type, she's not edgy at all. But Cas knew that she would be a good gf for Gabe, and wanting to piss him off, he began flirting with her.

When she found out he was a vampire she was actually terrified of him and everyone else who was one, how could she not be like ID MC be so fr.

Her opinions of him started changing when he saved her from Gabe going ballistic in the gym. Naturally she was shocked and wanted to distance herself from Gabe that night, so she picked Cas to walk her home. They wreaked havoc in that little ice cream shop, and that's when it all started. That's when the two start seeing each other in another light.

Despite the fact that I cannot control myself and have to flirt with Cas everytime the option comes up, it's a lot more slowburn than them kissing on the porch after that dabacle.

No matter how many times that everyone warns her to stay away from him, I honestly think they're a better match than Gabe and Isa. Cas shows her how to shirk her responsibilities, he shows her the excitement of being a teenager, things she missed due to her upbringing. On the flip side, she shows him gentleness, and that it's ok to be vulnerable. Their relationship is equal parts exciting and like calming?? idk the word, but period.

Friendship Headcanons:

Gabe and her watch Blades of Light and Shadow together.

Besides Gabe, Libby used to be her best friend. It was nice to have a breath of air away from the two boys she usually hung out with, and Libby seemed to put in effort to get to know her.

However, Libby flopped. She didn't understand that perhaps the reason why her best friend was so distant was because she was in a traumatic fire, and while Isa never cuts her out fully, she sees her as selfish in a way, and so, they never really become best friends again.

So her human friends alienated her because they're lovely people, she moves her lunch table to sit with Cas and the Venandis. She hates those guys, but hey, Cas and Seth are ten times the people Margo, Scott, and Val will ever be, so whateves.

Seth becomes her new best friend right then and there, because he's just the sweetest little guy ever.

Everyday for lunch, she brings a grilled cheese, tomato soup, and chips to school. She shares half her sandwich with Seth, because he doesn't deserve to eat nasty school food, and she lets Cas eat her chips because he's ok too.

After Seth dies, she can't bring herself to eat the second half of her sandwich, so she throws it out. It's a waste of food, but Cas doesn't want it, and she hates the other Venandis, they're not worthy of Seth's sandwich.

Despite her being a Venandi, she hangs out with the Clement gang if she's not chiling with Cas. Being a girl's girl, she hates Margo because Margo literally is the least girl's girl ever. Isa's convinced she has never supported a woman in her immortal life ever.

Vampire Headcanons:

She was devastated as soon as she found out she was a vampire, she can't leave Crimson Beech and can't have a future outside of the town, and her future was looking real long. All her hopes and dreams were crushed in an instant.

Was livid at Gabe and Cas for turning her, her anger only rising when the covens went after her again after she saved them. She didn't take it out on them just yet though, she feels bad for harboring this resentment towards them, and tries to act as normal as possible around them.

Probably pukes after drinking blood for the first time, just the thought of it disgusted her so badly.

Despite being a Venandi, she oftentimes doesn't hunt humans with them, and instead drinks blood bags she receives from the Clements.

But she feels bad for depleting the blood supply of the hospital in such a small town, so she goes out and hunts sometimes, even then she only hunts men. Idk if Jennifer's body is in choices canon but she would 100% be obsessed if it was.

After she gets like exiled for the first time with Cas and Gabe, she loses her mind in that cave. All the feelings of being turned bubble to the surface and she starts screaming at them, as she should.

It takes her a while to get used to being a vampire, she doesn't hate herself like Gabe for being one, but yet, she doesn't fully embrace the fact that she is one, it's complicated, there's good and bad to both, as there's good and bad in being a human.

Truly does not care when she gets in trouble with the covens, she's just annoyed at this point.

Bro isn't phased by her powers because that's truly not the weirdest thing that's ever happened to her, and she figures if she got turned without consent, she might as well be the main character vampire, the y/n of vampires if you will.

General Headcanons:

Seems like the mom friend, but that's Gabe. While she is nurturing and loves taking care of people, she also is just a silly little guy.

Speaking of, she gets voted as class clown in the senior superlative thingy.

Had a MASSIVE fat crush on Raleigh Carrera. HUGE. Which explains why she likes cas lmaooooo.

Maybe her top music artist would be Avery though, or Mitski cus she's canon in choices.

Along with Blades of Light and Shadow, she loves the Crown and the Flame, her bi awakening was Queen Kenna.

Crochets everyone Christmas sweaters with their initials on them and forces them all to pose for photos.

Her favorite season is winter.

If she wasn't a vampire, she'd want to be a siren because those serve so hard.

Loves the ocean, it's truly the only thing she likes about summer.

Whenever warm weather comes around she's always at a loss for clothes because she is a sweater/cardigan girlie, so she steals some of Cas' tee shirts, which he doesn't mind.

Most people assume she's a stereotypical not like other girls person, but that could be farther from the truth. She's on the lookout for another girl to add to their group, because she desperately needs one- probably Nicole.

Since becoming a vampire, her only ambition is to be left alone.

Is a massive pushover, which is why she followed Cas into the woods and did all that before she even liked him, felt bad saying no. Which explains why ID 2 is set up like a love triangle when she chose Cas, Gabe was in love with her, and she felt awful for breaking his heart.

She keeps helping the covens too because of this, and also cus their Cas and Gabe's family, but mostly because she has a desire to prove herself.

Wow, so I wrote a lot.

I'm going to include a pic crew of my character, since I cannot draw, however questions about her and fanart are welcomed and encouraged!!

[starkraivennemad]

The Second Holiday

Well, THIS was not on the bucket list for this new year.

“I think you mean Bingo card,” Greg’s mind automatically corrected itself in HIS smooth voice.

Of course, it’s his voice. It’s always his voice. Shush!

This was their second holiday season apart since Greg left London for New York. Bering away from London last year was excruciating for its own reasons. This year was less so, but still hurt.

It has been months since the letter exchanges between them began.

But it was just that -letters, only letters.

They had not called. They had not emailed or messaged. They had not Skyped or used WhatsApp or… or…

So, Greg was utterly gobsmacked to see the ID on for missed text as he came out of the shower.

Greg plopped onto the side of his bed, the phone, his hands trembling.

He TEXTED me? After all this time? Why now? You know you're going to read it, Greg, do it already.

Greg opened his messages.

>>TEXT: Forgive me; I know this is this is out of our new ordinary, but needs must. – MH

>>TEXT: I will be incommunicado for a few days. I did not want you to wonder. – MH

Greg understood what that meant.

The letters. I will not be receiving them daily while he is not in town.

>>TEXT: You need not respond. I’ll understand. - MH

It was late at night for Greg in New York, meaning it was very early in the morning in London.

Still, he reached to me. I can do no less.

<<TEXT: Thank you. I admit I would have been concerned. – GL

Greg was not in the least surprised to see the active dots indicative of an immediate response. It was not unusual for him to be awake at such an ungodly hour for that side of the Pond. It’s who he was.

>>TEXT: Truly? – MH

>>TEXT: Do you ever think about me? About us? – MH

Oh, he’s exhausted. He certainly had not meant to type that.

>>TEXT: DAMMIT!

And definitely not that.

The proof came immediately.

>>TEXT: Apologies, you don’t have to answer that. I overstepped; I know. – MH

<<TEXT: You know damn well I do, Mycroft. You gave me no choice. – GL

Greg glanced at said boxes stacked neatly within his line of vision.

<<TEXT: And, yes, you have, texting me like this. – GL

How can I not think of him with daily reminders in literal boxes before me?

Greg went to the bar and fixed himself a brandy. It was undoubtedly time for a drink.

Are we texting now? Will the letters stop?

>>Text: I am sorry. I shall not text again. – MH

<<TEXT: No, wait. That is not what I meant! - GL

<<TEXT: I understand letting me know you will be incommunicado, and I appreciate it. I just was not ready for that question.

>>TEXT: I will not stop writing if that was your fear – MH

<<TEXT: It was. Thank you, but since we are texting now… - GL

<<TEXT: So... you changed your mind? - ML

>>TEXT: Yes? No? It’s the holidays? I apologize. I don’t know how I feel about this.

>>TEXT: I understand. Then, I will sign off as I do my letters.

Once the boxes became too much, Greg moved the excess to a shelf within easy reach, with only the most recent box of letters on his desk.

Love letters, written by Mycroft and read by Greg, are tangible in the here and now. He knew what the sign-off would be.

>>TEXT: Happy Christmas, Greg. I love you. – MH

That was familiar to Greg. He breathed easier seeing it. This, he could handle.

Ghosts are apropos of the season, I guess. Greg shrugged to himself as the fairy lights hung in his living room windows.

He sipped his brandy and again looked at the boxes that represented the ghosts of what once was of their past.

And perhaps the ghost of future them?

No, Greg was not ready to contemplate that, but it did not fill him with heartache as it once did.

That has to count for something.

Yes, this was their second Christmas apart, but a part of him smiled as he responded, suspecting it just might be the last.

<<TEXT: Happy Christmas, Mycroft. And God help me, I still love you. - GL ------------------------------------------------------ Read Comment on AO3

Start from the beginning Love Letters From The Attic series

@mystradeholidaycollection

@notjustamumj

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

Blink going down hard and it really hurts i mean its not at refuge level but his head hurts and they cart him off to jail and hes bleeding and he wants mush or skittery but since hed gotten in between the cops and jack specifically he gets seperated into solitary confinement. He hopes everyone is okay but its hard to think because of his head and how small the room is more like a closet really. Not even a bed in it. But definitely locked hed checked. He silently cries curling up on the ground before drifting off. He wakes to a guard hauling him to his feet he thinks it must be time to go before the judge but yhen thry take him to snyders office.

"Louis do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"How i supposed to think they clocked me in the head" Blink growled

"Youre smart. Well not smart enough keep following Sullivan. I thought id give you a chance to convince me to talk to the judge on your behalf."

"...what i gotta do for that?" Blink questions warily.

"Name Sullivan as the instigator."

"...what about the others?" Blink asked

"Theyll get 2 weeks here. Id be more worried about you. Louis youre looking at 5 months. Assaulting an officer thats nasty business. And resisting. Do you want my help?"

"Rotten ba****d desrrved it." Blink couldnt help his temper.

"Hm. Take him back to his cell. He can be brought before the judge in a week."

"...wait." blink said softly.

"Yes louis?"

"Dont. Dont leave me in there... please."

Snyder smiled. "I do so like when you are polite. Beg like you mean it and i may be inclined to release you with the other riffraffs."

"... please sir. I the room is so small and my head hurts not again please."

"You can be a reformed citzen when you chose to. i suppose i can let you go this last time but louis. Step out of line again and i wont be forgiving. Ill make sure you regret it. The box is only one way i have to reform the worst of miscreants. I can leave you there for weeks with not one visitor and slop every few days."

Blink shivered a bit in fear despite himself. "Thank you sir. Ill behave sir thank you for your mercy," he forced out. Hed like nothing more than to spit in snyders direction but he knew how this game worked. He wouldn't give jack up but... he couldnt do nothin else. The threat of solitary scared him still despite his rough exterior. He was glad the others didnt know none about it lest they think he weak or be mad at him for giving into snyder. After a while though it was hard not to do what he asked if it meant food and other people not just rats.

He wished he could be like jack but while not many things scared him snyder did.

He just wanted to go home.

im so glad i saved this for after work<3

such a good thought and just uggg no words bc just y e s!

[bl3ssed-cursxd]

Did You Ever See Me As Your Brother?

Blind TVN, Blind 2022, Blind Kdrama, Oneshot

Ryu Sung Joon & Ryu Sung Hoon

notes: posted on ao3 as well. this show literally destroyed me anyways here's the oneshot i claimed id post like uh 6+ months ago ?? idek anymore. they may be slightly OOC but oh well 🤡

link to ao3: Did You Ever See Me As Your Brother?

Word count: 711

"Father, you are under arrest for attempted murder," Ryu Sung Joon said as he put the handcuffs on his own father. "You have the right to remain silent, you have a right to an attorney..."

Rain poured upon the three, including Ryu Sung Hoon who was still on the ground. After making sure his father was cuffed properly, Sung Joon got up and went over to his brother. He felt so betrayed and furious—Sung Hoon was working with Yoon Jae the entire time?

"Are you happy now?" Sung Joon scoffed. "It turned out the way you wanted to."

Silence. Spare for the rain hitting the ground. It was too loud.

Sung Joon balled his fists, hands trembling.

"Are you happy now?!" he shouted, hating the silence. For once, his brother had nothing to say. Well, how could one possibly excuse lying to him for so many years?

In a fit of rage, he went and pulled Sung Hoon up by the front of his shirt. He braced himself for the one final question he had.

The question he was scared to ask. Or rather, the answer he was terrified to hear.

"Did you-" Sung Joon took deep breaths, the adrenaline of forcing the gun out of his father's hands from earlier wearing off. "Ever, just once ," his voice took on a pleading tone, "think of me as your brother?"

Sung Hoon finally snapped. "What do you take me for?"

"ANSWER ME!" Sung Joon shook him. Perhaps he was being selfish, there were more pressing matters to get to, like taking his father and brother to the station, but he had to know.

Did Sung Hoon really hate him? Has he ever truly cared about him?

"You thought I didn't because Yoon Jae told you, don't you?" Sung Hoon asked simply. Sung Joon wanted to pull out his hair in frustration.

"You came from Hope Welfare Center."

"Scary men there would hurt you."

"Don't tell our parents or they'll send you back there."

The necklace.

"I gave you that necklace because I think of you as my real brother."

"You're still pathetic, though," with a hint of a smile.

"You said you gave that necklace to me because you considered me as your real brother!" Sung Joon screamed, voice breaking. He pushed Sung Hoon away and made him fall right back on the ground. "Why did you lie? Why did you make me get my hopes up?"

"Ryu Sung Joon!" Sung Hoon shouted, wincing and bringing a hand to the wound on his side. "Stop speaking nonsense, I didn't lie. Why are you being like this?"

"If you meant it, why did you lie and make me believe I was adopted? That I was Yoon Jae?" Sung Joon couldn't help it, his eyes watered. The tears threatened to spill. He shook his head vigorously. No need to make himself look more pathetic.

He was already practically begging his brother to love him—like a child.

"I… I projected my… experiences onto you," Sung Hoon admitted. "I’m… You didn't deserve that. I understand if you never forgive me. I’m… I’m sorry,” he swallowed.

Sung Joon stared at him, feeling hyper aware of the sounds of the ocean waves behind them. The sounds of the waves, almost calming if it weren't for the situation at hand. The pitter patter of the rain, how his clothes stuck to his body. He felt sick. Sick to his stomach.

His brother disgusted him, but at the same time, he apologized. Sung Hoon never apologized. Granted, perfect Ryu Sung Hoon never had a reason to. Their parents adored him, Sung Hoon was never the one recklessly getting into fights and trouble.

Why would he have apologized before?

“You… you tricked me,” Sung Joon whispered, voice breaking. “Why did you have to lie?”

“How much do you… recall? Those memories… Yoon Jae w-” Sung Hoon began, but the second Yoon Jae’s name came out of his mouth, Sung Joon snapped.

"It's always Yoon Jae!" Sung Joon let out an unamused huff of laughter. "Yoon Jae this, Yoon Jae that! Has it always been about Yoon Jae? Your real brother?”

"At some point in time," Sung Hoon exhaled, pushing himself off the ground. “It stopped being about Yoon Jae.”

HAHA THE END MY MOTIVATION ENDED THERE

might make pt 2?? but last time i said that it never happened so honestly imma just say Inshallaah 🤠

[tonydaddingham]

Lol isn’t it funny how Mr. Very Good At Forgiveness demands an apology dance after Crowley finally agrees to help him with Gabriel? Angels are supposed to be good at forgiveness, but one of the joys of being with Crowley is that he’s allowed to be a little petty. In fact, even after he’s satisfied by the dance, he doesn’t actually-

…doesn’t actually-

…

…wait, hold on

what if “I forgive you” was his response to “I was wrong, you were right about helping Gabriel heaven instead of running off and avoiding it”?

“I forgive you” -> “As you just admitted the angel equivalent of 2 seconds ago, you were wrong about this. We have to help!”

hi nonnie!!!✨ well, the So Did I argument is i think a very clear parallel to the Feral Domestic™ in ep6, in that whilst on a much larger scale and evidently did not result in crowley swanning back in to offer his help and an apology, the context of that apology is different to the context we are given in ep6.

crowley didn't tell aziraphale the danger that beelzebub suggested when he came back to the bookshop, but had a higher stake in ensuring that the plan went off without a hitch - to the point that id be surprised if crowley wholly meant the apology he gave...

was he just apologising so that aziraphale would let him help, by extension giving him the opportunity to protect aziraphale, rather than because he actually thought aziraphale was right in hiding gabriel? hm. and you're right, aziraphale didn't say he forgave crowley, something that he knows hurts and angers him.

so, in the endgame argument, why would aziraphale say it after being smooched into another plane of existence? well i have my thoughts on this, which i don't think have been very popular lmao, but i still somewhat stand by them. overcome with emotion and playing his last card in getting aziraphale to stay, crowley kisses him. and aziraphale is shocked, we can visibly see that, but allows himself a microsecond to accept it.

but my interpretation of aziraphale's inner monologue essentially goes like: "wtf are you doing / stop, this hurts / i want to reciprocate but this is very difficult for me in the position im in now / please know i love you back / but this can't happen and you know it can't / this is cruel / why would you do something so cruel", or something to that effect.

and that's why i think aziraphale says he forgives him - the only time we've otherwise seen aziraphale forgive crowley is when crowley has said something that's really struck at a sore spot in aziraphale's armour - "how can someone as clever as you be so stupid?". it's his reflex to crowley actively causing him pain, because he knows it will hurt him back, but have plausible deniability in its meaning. dick move, that's obvious.

but this is partly why i think - however subconsciously or unintentionally - crowley reverted to his last weapon and tried to tempt aziraphale with the kiss. "look, this is what you could have if you stay / isn't this what you want? it's what i want / we could be wonderful together, angel / and all you have to do is stay". and frankly, i think aziraphale knew it.

he knew that this is crowley's last power that could work on him, and it might have, even if for a second, worked. but i feel like at this point in aziraphale's story, he's tired of being manipulated and being taken for a fool (ironic given metatron's workings on him), and the one person he could trust not to treat him like that was crowley. it hurt. hence (in my opinion), the 'i forgive you'✨

[quirkthieves]

well its over for you hoes because lys said i should post it so

forgive the organizational mayhem here

so basically id like to compare and contrast the utilization of gendered traits and the resulting way in which characters are perceived both ic and ooc between geten and trumpet. basically. because ive already written an embarrassing amount about the weird pair-esque foiling of the characters and what they represent

like, the interactions between masculinity and femininity in getens design arent intentionally meant to be indicative of permeability between the two (as in, by him). getens "femininity" comes entirely from physical traits he has no control over, but they visually register as strongly enough to forcefully shift the understanding of who he is as a person ic and as a character ooc. its jarring and further serves to indicate his strangeness and existence outside of the social order and specific alignment to the himura clan, who are, as he explains, closed off and insular. * thats a special tool to help us later

conversely, we read trumpet as effeminate, but we dont do so because we see indicators of Active Femininity so much as we compare his perceived masculinity to the characters around him and find his genteel demeanor and specific physical traits to be "lacking" . and im not gonna sit here and say we're in the wrong or inherently bigoted for using these gendered assumptions because its very intentional on both the part of the author and character to insinuate these things in this way.

and on kokus part, you see a phenomenon thats really not all that uncommon: the taking on of specific performances of perceived femininity in order to appear less imposing. soft pinks and purples, hearts for the logo, the lower lashes, intentional passivity… he needs people to trust him as an ideological leader, and while going for a hardline masculine type of charisma COULD work, this one brings an element of class alongside it. he poses no threat to other men, and hes given more leeway by women because hes able to act within the code of mannerisms womens spaces ask for, and it adds an element of novelty that makes him stand out. the cismasculine fascination with femininity abhors it but at the same time cannot help but admire the integration of femininity into masculinity especially from the higher class. like geten, it moves trumpet into a very specific social sphere, but one of privilege. and this privilege isnt BECAUSE he performs femininity-- its because koku also performs masculinity in a way that reassures the public that femininity is not a core tenant of his identity, its not part of his ideology-- he is the rational, logical Man, he is the respectable man, he wears well cut suits and keeps his hair appropriately styled, he sports facial hair, he never acts in a way that is not masculine, just not aggressively so. the femininity is some flavoring. an artistic garnish.

and whats interesting is we get a chicken and the egg situation here where its like, do we assume kokus behavior is effeminate because of how he looks or do we presume hes effeminate because of how he acts? koku is frequently put in a more "womanly" role compared to redestro, and we use more feminine terms to refer to him-- but at the same time, we do so in a way that correlates it with physical weakness, more concern over decorum, nagging, etc. his appearance has become associated with "womanly" behaviors, even though koku doesnt really have a feminine identity. or, is it that we read more femininity out of his design than is actually there, simply because he acts in a way that we automatically associate with a lack of masculinity, especially in comparison to his peers. its almost the opposite of the geten issue, where our notions around his behavior influence how we view his appearance instead of his appearance influencing our notions about his behavior

and if you want to approach it from an ic perspective its like, okay, well, does koku utilize femininity because he knows his behaviors will be read that way? does he behave the way he does because he knows itll indicate a lack of hyperaggressive masculinity? at what point does it cease to be a very careful balancing act of Intended Messages and where does it become an aspect of a deep rooted personal identity? and like i mentioned before with trumpet being able to exercise acts of perceived femininity as a part of an expression of class you see this the same way with the himuras, except it isnt an act so much as we are meant to implicitly understand that the reason the himura men can be so waifish and beautiful is because of their class and wealth, because they have not had to be laborers and have become so separate from the rest of the world theyve essentially created the "himura look" based on that specific lifestyle and a desire to be seen as upper class, an intentional cultivation of genetics and mannerisms that in and of itself serves to indicate aristocracy and inherent superiority, as opposed to something like the individual act of wearing certain things or styling your hair a certain way. Their obsession with blood purity speaks for itself.

the association of beauty with morality is millennia old there is a societal directive that assumes a direct connection. the wealthy, intellectuals, politicians, artists, etc all have a vested interest in maintaining that kind of reputation because of the nature of their work. Koku needs that-- Geten does not, hence Geten's typical gear.

geten with his hood up and in a large coat obscures most immediate visually gendered traits, and he tends to be a lot more quiet with his colleagues than he is once his coat is gone. while compress does call him "iceman", likely using his voice as a point of reference, we all remember the geten gender controversy. the presentation itself is ambiguous because geten himself is meant to exist outside of the social sphere, specializing in covert missions and a powerful combatant. hes removing his personally identifiable traits in order to impress upon those he interacts with a sense of unfamiliarity and inhumanity and to intimidate them (which i think is further demonstrated by the fact the dude is moving like a critter he pounces on dabi, hunched over, face obscured). Geten's not performing masculinity here so much as he is "not performing femininity", combined with a level of aggression and ideology that we read as masculine because of social gender roles.

Not only that, but the removal of those personally identifiable traits, so closely associated with his family, continues the theme of his name, "apocrypha", texts of unknown origin. he has obfuscated any sign of where he came from and what lineage he carries.

geten removes his hood during the skirmish with the heroes because it is no longer advantageous to have that kind of presentation and instead he needs to take on a more active, aggressive, leading role that gives his troops a Person to look up to and gives his enemies a clear view of his body language and posturing

his more naturally androgynous appearance isnt really presentation because he has no real choice in it like hes not choosing to look that way. but he does read as feminine to others, enough so that we had years of people still fucking debating whether or not a guy could have those eyelashes. it is almost a necessity to remove those traits in order to cultivate the imposing air that a villain like geten is supposed to have

conversely, we only ever see geten without the coat when hes in detainment and explaining his connections to the himuras, and his appearance is very much intended to make him look a lot more like rei to emphasize that connection. his behavior is ALSO very different, expressing much more sentimental ideas and smiling as he speaks to mr compress and asks what kind of gossip he has to tide them over till the war is done. His behavior is drastically different than his usual aloofness or battle-hungry behavior: he almost sounds GENTLE, reminiscing about how he wonders if people's hearts will change. Geten isn't serving as a villain there, and so the viewer is encouraged to see him at his most "human": but more than that, geten's soft features, intentionally resembling a character the viewers have been called to sympathize with from the start, push it to an almost cartoonish extent that tempers out what we've seen of his behavior prior and prevents the viewer from feeling like its dissonant with his character.