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cainluvr69 · 2 years ago

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A Dream Of Helio Upon The Glinting Blade Chapter 4

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Owen: ...

Cain: I have complete faith in what you tell me. But what you did in the past cannot be undone.

And then, Cain turned to face Hector. He bent down a little to look at him eye to eye, and then gently put a hand on his shoulder.

Cain: Hector, I know you're worried about Owen, but right now, you need to be focusing on your match.

Hector: Alright... I'm sorry. You're having to cover for me again, Sir Cain...

Cain: Don't even worry about it. Both now and before, I did it because it was what I wanted to do. Hey, before things get started, how about he spar a little ourselves? I want to confirm how much better you've gotten myself.

Hector: Y...yes! I'd be delighted.

Cain: You all can watch too, if you want. It'll be a good warmup for the real thing.

Lennox: Let's go, Master Sage. If we continue to stay here, I feel as though the atmosphere will only get worse.

Akira: That's true... Let's all watch their sparring together and see what we can learn from them.

Chloe: Sure! But first, Owen, do you want to change into one of these outfits too?

The crowd surrounding us stiffened when he said that, and Chloe kept talking, all in a rush.

Chloe: If we're all in the same outfits it'll look like we're all comrades in arms, and I bet you'll look absolutely wonderful in the bright colors these clothes have, Owen!

Owen: ...I see. So I can disguise myself here?

Chloe: Th--that's not quite that I mean. I was just thinking that if you did, you and everyone else might have more fun with things...

Owen: Then no. I don't want to wear bright colors. Saying they'd suit me is just you saying things you don't actually believe.

Chloe: No, I really meant it...

And then Murr winked at Chloe and his concerned expression. He spun around once and then peeked into Owen's face.

Murr: Oh wow, you're holding back for us, Owen? Since seeing the wizard that attacked the knights wearing their very own uniform would probably be pretty spooky for them!

Owen: Holding back? As if I would...

Akira: Th-that's right, I think Murr's onto something. Owen, you're so kind! Seeing the scary wizard Owen in knight uniform would probably be so freaky everyone would want to run away, so that's why you're not changing, right?

Chloe: I...I see! If it would scare people, then I guess it's fine this time around.

Owen stared at us suspiciously, and then his face split into a grin.

Owen: ...Hmph. I guess I will get changed. I'll drag everyone here to the very depths of despair.

Akira: Oh noooo, you shouldn't do that, Owen...!

Owen: Hey, take me there. To where I can change.

Chloe: O...okay, it's this way! Let's all go together!

Cain: While they do that, Hector, can you try and secure the training grounds for us? It'll probably be packed soon, after all.

Hector: Understood!

The wizards took off towards the changing rooms, and Hector trotted away. I stepped back a little from everyone else, and moved closer to Cain.

Akira: Um, Cain. Do you really think everything will be fine? Especially with the knights...

Cain: ...To be honest, if I said I was completely unconcerned, I'd be lying. There's bound to be lots of anger, hate, and fear getting sent his way. That said, we're still knights.

Although his expression was grim, Cain made a very reassuring declaration. My nerves soothed, he surveyed the room.

Cain: We're perfectly capable of setting aside our anger and our grudges to focus on what really matters. That's what a knight does. I'm sure they're worried about Owen, but... I'm sure everyone will focus on what they should really be paying attention to right now.

Cain placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. He stood up straight and smiled at me.

Cain: We should be focusing on what we should be doing, too. I'll go meet up with Hector, and then when Owen's done getting changed, you should join up with us, too.

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Chloe: Owen, those clothes really suit you! Just like I thought, bright colors look great on you!

Murr: You look su~uper scary!

Owen: Fufu. Don't I.

On the main grounds, the excitement and anxiety was starting to reach a fever pitch. All over the grounds were knight aspirants doing final preparations for their matches. Owen had finished changing, and with him at our side, we found a corner of the grounds to watch Hector and Cain from.

Oz: ...They're starting.

Hector drew his sword from his sheath. There was a tense look on his face as he hefted his sword, but he faced Cain head on. Cain stood across from him, holding himself calmly as if it were the most natural thing in the world. From an outside perspective, it looked like he was simply standing there casually, sword drawn.

Mitile: They're both so cool...! But why aren't they moving?

Lennox: I believe Cain is waiting for Hector to move first. But Cain has no openings in his stance, so Hector can't move, either.

Cain: ...If you won't come to me, I'll come to you. Haah!

As if in response to Lennox's words, Cain took a step forward, closing in on his opponent. Aiming at Hector, he thrust his sword with all of his might.

Hector: Hyaaaah!

But Hector wasn't going to give in. He parried Cain's attack with his own blade and then kept going, turning that parry into a slash.

Cain: Oh, that movement just now was good!

Hector: R--really...? I practiced it a lot!

Cain: Yeah, you've definitely gotten better at it! But...

Chloe: Ah...

In the same moment that Chloe cried out, Cain had already shaken off Hector's attack. A moment later, Hector's sword hit the ground with a clang.

Cain: You're putting too much force into your attack. If you leave it to nothing but brute force, you won't be able to parry it properly.

Cain picked up the fallen sword and handed it back to Hector, smiling pleasantly.

Cain: Don't be so nervous. Your real strength will definitely lead you to victory, so you should relax and prepare yourself.

Hector: Y--yes! But whenever I think about future battles, I always get so anxious...

Cain: Well, that's just how it is. I used to get nervous like that all the time, so I understand where you're coming from. But a battle can easily become fatal. When you're so nervous you can hardly think, try thinking it out in your head about how things will go. Getting too impatient to win means you'll lose sight of yourself.

Hector: Alright, I'll be careful!

Hector sheathed his sword, and the rest of us ran over to them.

Chloe: Well done! You were super cool! But is your hand okay?

Faust: If you got hurt, I can use magic to heal you.

Hector: Sir Cain knocked my sword out of my hand so elegantly that I'm just fine! But thank you for worrying.

Mitile: Um, I want to try sparring with a sword too! Is that okay?

Lennox: You can hurt yourself if you don't handle a weapon properly. You should ask Cain to teach you swordcraft first.

Murr: Huh, but that's so boring! Even if you don't know how to use it right, can't we just beat Cain by outnumbering him?

Owen: That's obviously not going to work. Didn't you hear about how he defeated twenty bandits all on his own?

Mitile: Huh, when did you hear about that, Owen?

Akira: (He must've been hiding his presence and staying close to us...)

The next moment, Chloe noticed Hector's cuff.

Chloe: ...Hm? Hector, the cuff of your jacket is a little bit torn.

Hector: Ah, you're right! It must've gotten torn while we were sparring. What should I do... I wonder if I can fake how it looks maybe this way?

Chloe: Mm, I don't think you can cover it up... If you're okay with it, I can fix it up? I'm only so good at it, but I am a tailor.

Hector: You are? Please, feel free!

Chloe: Of course, leave it to me! Something like this will be done in a snap.

Chloe took the sleeve of Hector's jacket and manifested his magical tool, a sewing box. Just like he'd said, the cuff was fixed in the blink of an eye.

Chloe: ...There, we're done! You should be all good now!

Hector: Wow, thank you so much! I can't believe you really fixed it so fast... Um, did you use magic just now?

Chloe stiffened up at Hector's very straightforward question. He hesitated a little, looking nervous about how to answer.

Chloe: Ah... Um, just a bit to make sure the seam didn't slip. But I didn't do anything other than that, and you definitely won't get cursed or anything!

Hector: Oh, no, that's not what I meant! It was just so amazing that you could fix it just like that, it was like seeing a miracle, so I was wondering if you were using clothes-mending magic... But you actually did that by hand. That's amazing, Chloe... I'm no good at sewing at all.

Chloe: Ehehe... You're going to make me blush, calling it a miracle like that!

Akira: Chloe makes all the wizards' clothes and a lot of other things for us, too. He makes the designs and chooses fabrics that feel good, and he's got a great reputation for his work.

Cain: You saw the inauguration ceremony, right? The clothes we were wearing then were all ones that Chloe made for us.

Hector: Those amazing outfits?! I thought for sure someone in the royal palace had made them... Um, one day when I've become an honorable knight, could I ask you to make me clothes, too?

Chloe's eyes widened for a moment, and then a happy smile bloomed on his face like a spring blossom. He nodded vigorously under the sunny blue sky.

Chloe: Yes, of course! My dream is to one day become the best tailor in all of Western Country. So even if I'm only half-baked right now, I'm going to work hard and become an amazing tailor, and make you the clothes that'll suit an amazing knight like you, Hector!

Hector: Alright! I'll be sure to become a knight that suits the clothes you make, too!

Owen: ...Haha. How very heartwarming.

As he observed the two cheerfully talking about their dreams, Owen's lips curled into a gentle smile.

Owen: Forgetting how weak you are and talking about a dream so far out of your reach it could never be achieved. The two of you look so happy right now.

Hector: ...If you don't have anything nice to say, you shouldn't say it at all.

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#.mhyktl #.eventtl #.knight event

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dex-starr · 2 years ago

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You know the reason I tried to say time wasn’t that long when we were together wasn’t because it wasn’t. It totally was, I just felt like damn after years of not having whatever *this* was it feels like I can be a little more patient to let it shape up. The other thing that I didn’t really talk about is I don’t like acknowledging time. It feels like an unbeatable enemy to me. I’m always fighting against it. School took me longer than expected and it was my enemy then too, moving in and getting my shit together didn’t happen in time and I mean my viewpoint on it should be obvious.

I was under the delusion that if I ignore it or don’t give it as much sway as I was giving it (even though this objectively isn’t true) that time shouldn’t affect me as much. That I should just be a little patient now that I had found something that was worth all the time I spent before in this earth and what I had to deal with before finding it (you). I don’t know how I would have phrased it back then when my memory was more active about the situation so I can really only say what I’ve learned and what I see in hindsight. It’s not even for you at this point bc I know you won’t see this most likely. It’s more just me venting and accepting things I guess.

Phew I really hate time bc I’m fighting against it right now too lmao. Fucking hell I just want my meds so I can at least start to fix something with better capabilities than I have right now but fuck this shortage shit is so fucking dumb. Legit I need it to just function in control but noooo

#shut up pls dex #the adhd experience

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medusasstory · 4 years ago

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3rd Life Quotes Week 6: The Week Of War

SmallishBeans: I’m gonna head home because I’ve got a project I’m working on.

ZombieCleo: Is it your roof?

SmallishBeans: No, Scar’s gonna fix that, it’s a secret project.

ZombieCleo: Yeah. Do you believe Scar’s gonna fix that?

SmallishBeans: Uh, no, but I like to believe. He’s my best friend. I’m very deluded.

GoodTimesWithScar: I have so much to tell you. Cleo’s on our side, Joel’s on our side, Tango’s on our side.

Grian: You actually made friends?

Etho: My bloodline was not meant to continue.

ZombieCleo: Red’s are almost dead anyways, so I don’t mind. How is that going for you?

SolidarityGaming: Oh, you know. I don’t like going outside any more.

GoodTimesWithScar: Alright, I gotta go burn down Etho’s castle, and I’ll be back in a little bit! Then we can go over our plans? Okay?

Grian: Don’t die.

GoodTimesWithScar: Oh no no, I won’t die, but I will inflict pain upon them who hurt my heart.

Grian: Don’t go in the base. It is rigged to instantly explode.

GoodTimesWithScar: Oh, do you want me to test it?

GoodTimesWithScar: I can sing you a song?

ZombieCleo: How about I give you five arrows and you never do that.

GoodTimesWithScar: Did you see my skill with a bow?

TangoTek: I did not see it, but obviously it was the shot heard round the server.

Smajor: It was actually, it was a shot from a distance.

TangoTek: Well give me the play by play! Cause I’m not gonna lie, I think we’re all a little bit shocked when Scar defeats Etho.

InTheLittleWood: Incoming, incoming.

GoodTimesWithScar: That’s right! We’ve got our own *long pause* friends.

Grian: Did you forget the name for friends?

Etho: Dude, I don’t know about you. You’ve been sending me mixed messages lately.

TangoTek: How, what— what mixed message? Other than the arrow that killed you, but I mean, come on, let’s let bygones be bygones.

TangoTek: You’ve got to be ready. If he comes back, you’ve gotta lay him out.

Etho: Scar? You’re gonna die. I’m telling you right now.

GoodTimesWithScar: We played 4d chess with Etho, he was playing 3d chess.

TangoTek: A red Etho is no joke.

GoodTimesWithScar: Do you think he’s mad at me? He’s gonna come kill me?

TangoTek: Well, let’s see. Hold on, step one, you burned down his castle. Step two, you put an arrow in his face. I’m gonna guess you’re not at the top of his list of friends right now.

ZombieCleo: I know, I know, we’re your secret girlfriend.

Impulse: This plan is perfect, as long as no one finds out about it.

ZombieCleo: And no one dies.

InTheLittleWood: None of us know, Grian and Scar don’t know, Cleo doesn’t know— I’m starting to think it was you.

SolidarityGaming: Me?

Smajor: He’s done it in a sleepwalk, burnt his own wall.

SolidarityGaming: Me? Do you think I’m capable of burning a wall?

InTheLittleWood: I saw you burn yourself when trying to burn a banner last week, you’re fully capable of burning a wall, even on accident.

Skizzleman: Give us the banner and we’ll go.

GoodTimesWithScar: I need something in return.

Skizzleman: Your life, that’s what you get.

GoodTimesWithScar: I left the banner in the base, leave me alone!

Impulse: There is no banner here, he lied.

Skizzleman: Shocking.

Etho: realistically, where we’re at, everybody’s pretty much on their last life. So we only need one more gear of armour, right?

Tango: That’s a good point, how long are the villagers gonna be useful?

Impulse: That’s true.

Tango: Just make a backup set of armour now, and then who cares, right?

Impulse: We could do a ton of trading and slaughter the villagers.

Tango: no no, don’t slaughter them, leave them here as bait.

SmallishBeans: I just wanted something to burn like I did.

Etho: This is why you don’t give lighters to kids, everybody, this is what they do.

TangoTek: Right. Right. Or, Etho, the lesson might be this is why you don’t build castles out of wool. Y’know.

Etho: Noooo, it’s totally on the kid.

Etho: Somehow the kills are more satisfying when the person trusts you. It’s weird.

Smajor: Why are we trying to murder you?

Etho: I don’t know! I don’t know!

Smajor: You did something.

GoodTimesWithScar: Quick question, just innocently. I think we can all— y’know the big powers of the server, big machos— who burnt down the fence over there?

RenDog: This is the question of the session.

Etho: I know it was you, Scar.

InTheLittleWood: No one knows. We’re starting to think they did it themselves, just to throw discourse.

GoodTimesWIthScar: I burnt up my flint and steel on Etho’s castle, which is probably burning again because I made a new one.

Skizzleman: What do you want, King?

InTheLittleWood: What do you want, my lord?

ZombieCleo: Oh god they’re actually calling him king. Oh that’s really sad.

Smajor: That’s upsetting, that is. Y’all need a hobby.

Skizzleman: There is a tremendous amount of TNT inside, guys.

GoodTimesWithScar: It doesn’t work.

GoodTimesWithScar: I got the banner, guys. If you want it you can have it.

Etho: I do want it. I want that TNT so bad.

InTheLittleWood: The rules of engagement kinda just went out the window there. I just sort of saw red— on names and the fog of war, and I just left it. I just went for whoever I saw atop the wall.

ZombieCleo: Are you frightened of me, Etho?

Etho: Well, I’m just saying we have to be careful.

ZombieCleo: Yeah. And I am quite willing to suicide bomb. So that’s fine.

Etho: That’s not what I want to hear right now.

ZombieCleo: What happened? Why are you all so stressed?

Impulse: Well. Somebody burnt down our wool fortress today.

Etho: Yep.

Impulse: So that kinda put on us edge a little bit.

Etho: Somebody killed me. Like five people, all at once.

ZombieCleo: That’s why I’m quite happy to take out my life, if it’ll take out Etho.

ZombieCleo: What I’m saying Impulse, is that you have— you’ve betrayed people at this point.

Impulse: Not everyone!

ZombieCleo: No, but all the people that you went after.

Impulse: Yeah. I’ve never shot at you though, you know that.

ZombieClep: Why did your arrow hit me then?

Impulse: Did it? Oh that was lag.

ZombieCleo: Okay, it was lag.

Smajor: My thought process, if we’re kinda on the same wavelength, was either that we trade with them, to get our stuff, or we murder them.

SolidarityGaming: *pause* Yeah. So. What’s the vibe? What’s the route you want to go down?

SolidarityGaming: If we use the villagers, will you say anything?

ZombieCleo: Only if you end up trying to betray me.

SolidarityGaming: No no no.

Smajor: Oh god no.

SolidarityGaming: Scar! What’s happening?

GoodTimesWithScar: Okay, huge issue, I should have come sooner— your base is burning down.

Smajor: I was trying to think who we could actually get as an alliance, and literally with you and the Crastle I thought that might be a hard sell, because the last three sessions they have tried to take down the Crastle.

ZombieCleo: So has everybody else. Etho’s tried it, and Joel. And now we’re in the Black Book with Ren. So y’know, the enemy of my enemy is my enemy’s enemy, but also someone I can do business with.

ZombieCleo: If they’re not at Dogwarts, what do we do? Steal? Cause I know where their gubbins used to be.

Smajor: See? Other people like to steal, it’s not just me!

SmallishBeans: Jimmy, do you wanna know something? Took the banner down myself.

Smajor: He took the banner down himself! He took the banner down himself! That’s embarrassing for you.

SolidarityGaming: You losers!

ZombieCleo: You lose, good day sir!

Smajor: Scar’s also great with a bow, as Etho can attest.

Smajor: Do I murder these villagers?

ZombieCleo: Yeah, go on. Leave them without resources.

Smajor: Thanks for the free anvils, you idiot.

InTheLittleWood: Do you like hot dogs? That’s what we’re serving up over here, dude.

SmallishBeans: Stop killing my dogs!

SmallishBeans: You should watch your back this episode, seeing as you’ve got no Bdubs to protect you any more, by the way. Be uh, very careful.

ZombieCleo: I’ve three lives to protect me. If somebody tries to take me down, I’m taking ‘em down with me. I’ve got suicide bombs. I’ve got this crossbow, and this crossbow, and this wisp—

SmallishBeans: OKAY, maybe you shouldn’t be messed with. Thank you for burning my house down, thank you for the bow, let’s be friends.

SmallishBeans: Now on my red life, I may just sew some random acts of chaos, such as burning that bridge. Because I can, as everyone is my enemy.

SmallishBeans: What’s the point of having a wall if you’re not gonna stay within its confines?

ZombieCleo: We’re arsonists! We’re arsonists, not liars.

SmallishBeans: Who keeps putting light grey stained glass in my furnaces?

Smajor: Hey, Joel! Joel Beans.

SmallishBeans: Hey Scott, how’s it going?!

Smajor: You realize your trap just gave me anvils?

SmallishBeans: It didn’t work?

Smajor: You’re forgetting, you’ve decided to make allies of the people that do have lots of enchantments, whereas you don’t.

SmallishBeans: Ah, it’s true, but what I do have is spirit, am I right?

ZombieCleo: Yeah, and no allies.

Smajor: No allies, cause you’ve angered the Dogwarts people too.

SmallishBeans: I’ve got Scar!

ZombieCleo: Yeah. We’ve got Scar. There’s more of us than of you.

ZombieCleo: So we’re all in agreement— kill Martyn.

SmallishBeans: <64 dead bushes to the person who brings me InTheLittleWood’s head>

InTheLittleWood: My lord! I’ve got a bounty! That’s how you know I’m dangerous!

Smajor: <I’ll add ten diamonds>

SolidarityGaming: <+ a stack of iron>

InTheLittleWood: They want me, dude!

ZombieCleo: <and a stack of emeralds>

Grian: There’s enough TNT in there to blow up most of the lower floor.

GoodTimesWithScar: Is it a little tempting just to throw something at it, for fun?

Grian: It is very tempting, but don’t.

Grian: I’ve been gone 20 minutes, and that’s the longest I’ve ever left Scar on his own.

GoodTimesWithScar: Red alert! Red alert!

SolidarityGaming: He must be low— he’s going!

Etho: Oh dear.

Grian: Get him!

SolidarityGaming: I’ve hit him! I’ve hit him once!

Smajor: He must be low. Cut him off!

Chat: <Etho was shot by GoodTimesWithScar>

Grian: Yes! Yes, Scar!

Smajor: Yeahhhhh!

Grian: King! King! King! King!

SolidarityGaming: The new King!

GoodTimesWithScar: We did it, we did it!

InTheLittleWood: I’m a little bit exhausted, I kinda want to cool the jets this week.

Skizzleman: I’ll tell you right now, I started to feel a little bit bad about the murder of Pizza. That lasted like two seconds, then I was gleeful. I’m glad we did it. I’m glad we did it, gentlemen.

RenDog: Me mama once told me, on the beaches of the Black Isle, that if ye fail to prepare, ye prepare to fail.

InTheLittleWood: Oooooo. That’s actually really poetic.

RenDog: *laughter*. My mother didn’t actually tell me that, I heard it on some crypto channel.

BigB: Ten cookies? You guys are amazing. *sniffles* Finally I’m part of a team!

InTheLittleWood: Alright, you’re milking it now, you’re milking it. I know milk needs to go with cookies, but you’re milking it. Get out of here.

InTheLittleWoods: I saw a green name over here, who was it? I saw a green name over yonder.

RenDog: I did see a green name— why have I switched me accent?

InTheLittleWoods: What have you become?

ZombieCleo: Why have you switched your accents?

InTheLittleWoods: We’re having a bit of an identity crisis happening over here.

InTheLittleWood: Go on, make it a show, I dare ya.

ZombieCleo: I mean, I’ll give you a hint— it’s piercing. So your shield means nothing to me. And you guys mean nothing to me.

RenDog: Cleo with the fire!

ZombieCleo: Always with the fire.

Chat: <Etho was shot by GoodTimesWithScar>

RenDog: Dude!

InTheLittleWood: Oh my god, Scar just got a kill?

RenDog: Etho was shot by Scar?

InTheLittleWood: I’m more surprised that Scar killed somebody else, rather than himself, that’s unreal!

RenDog: That is unreal.

Etho: I’ve got some intel, by the way. Their bows were doing five damage to me. They are geared up.

InTheLittleWood: And that was through diamond armour.

RenDog: That’s Power V. They have Power V.

Etho: They also had Flame.

Smajor: Also, Joel, speaking of burning stuff down. Did you happen to have a meeting with a flint and steel and our wall?

SmallishBeans: Uh, no. I saw it burning though, as I was walking past.

Smajor: Why did so many people walk past and not decide to pop a message in chat? Like hey, by the way, your wall’s burning? Twice? Twice! Do you know how long it took me to make that wall?

SmallishBeans: Do you know how long it took me to make this roof?

Smajor: Less than the wall!

ZombieCleo: Look, look, look, we discussed. We discussed.

Smajor: Whoever— when I find out who it was, by the comment section ratting someone out, you’re in for it, by the way.

Skizzleman: What’s that thing called when you get close to your captor?

InTheLittleWood: Oh, uh, Stockholm Syndrome.

Skizzleman: Yes, Stockholm’s, that’s what’s going on.

InTheLittleWood: Grian has that BAD.

InTheLIttleWood: Wait, what’s that sound?

Grian: That’s Etho with a note block.

InTheLittleWood: Jeez. I thought that was some kind of precursor to doom.

SolidarityGaming: I did not burn the wall! Not a chance.

InTheLittleWood: There is literally one player left unaccounted for now, and that’s Tango.

SolidarityGaming: Yeah but you could have lied. Any of you could have lied!

Skizzleman: Martyn, make this promise to me: before we die, you and me play paint ball together.

InTheLittleWood: Absolutely.

InTheLittleWood: I looked em dead in the eyes and I said “2v1, let’s go”. They both got scared and they logged off.

BigB: It probably would be smart if I made my own enchanting table, because then I technically won’t need anyone else’s enchanting table.

InTheLittleWood: Where were you during all the fiasco of last week? You must have seen the chat filling up with death and destruction.

BigB: Dude, I didn’t see anyone the whole time. I found so many emeralds and diamonds though. Everyone was dying up top, I was down below just chilling.

BigB: I don’t have any other options, so I guess I’m in?

InTheLittleWood: Fantastic. I mean, to be honest, we are the Blue Sword Boys. Don’t know what we’re doing about the third Blue Sword Boy, I think we’ve lost him for now.

BigB: He’s on the dark side.

BigB: The end of this series, this is how I envision it playing out. It’s going to be like that movie, I Am Legend. Everyone’s gonna be like, crazy angry, and red and infected— almost like zombies, it feels like— and I’m just going to be the only survivor, here.

ZombieCleo: I brought you an apology present.

SmallishBeans: Eh, you’re playing with fire here Cleo. Like you were last time, but now I’m the fire.

SmallishBeans: I might change my mind, I am a bit chaotic like that.

ZombieCleo: I mean, you’re speaking to me. I understand chaos.

ZombieCleo: Impulse is kinda a friend to everybody. Because he cannot make up his mind.

ZombieCleo: You’re going to try and kill me, is that what you’re saying?

InTheLittleWood: Not today, not tomorrow— because we only record once a week— but maybe next week!

GoodTimesWithScar: Cleo! Are you interested in becoming friends at no cost to you? Up front?

Smajor: See, now that I’m aware— don’t get me wrong, I’m glad Joel is on our side. But also at the same time, he did betray them very easily, which does worry me.

ZombieCleo: Oh yeah. There are alliances that you can trust, and there are alliances that are convenient.

Smajor: Yeah.

ZombieCleo: So for example— you guys I trust.

Smajor: Yeah! And Joel is convenient.

ZombieCleo: So is Grian and Scar. They’re quite convenient.

Skizzleman: Are we all gonna stand here and learn from nothing? It was Scar!

GoodTimesWithScar: This isn’t Among Us. Just because I found a body doesn’t mean I murdered them!

SolidarityGaming: I feel bad for Scar, we just bailed and left him. Grian, you’re supposed to be helping Scar!

Grian: I can’t! Sometimes Scar just can’t be helped.

ZombieCleo: Stop it, Etho! The next time that happens, I dump the lava bucket and we both go.

GoodTimesWithScar: When a British person says “honestly”, they’re lying, by the way.

InTheLittleWood: Pizza wasn’t real, but he did deserve it.

Smajor: I’m Merida with a bow, why are you trying to fight me with this?

Smajor: We are here, ready to do whatever happens today. Could be murder, could not be. I don’t know. I’m just hoping I don’t die.

Smajor: If you wanted to trade with our villager, you could just say. That’s fine.

GoodTimesWithScar: I could have just said?

Smajor: Yeah. You’re an ally, Scar.

GoodTimesWithScar: I’m used to hostility.

ZombieCleo: What do you say the Hobbits and the Crastle form a side alliance?

SolidarityGaming: Alliance!?

Smajor: Oh, Jimmy.

SolidarityGaming: Did I hear the word alliance?

ZombieCleo: Okay, okay. You’re really frightened about red, aren’t you.

SolidarityGaming: Yeah, I’m pretty sad. I’m pretty yeah.

ZombieCleo: See, Bdubs is all “I’m going to kill people!”

Smajor: Yeah, whereas Jimmy is more like a lost puppy.

Smajor: I just don’t understand why he’d burn down the wall though, he doesn’t gain anything.

Impulse: Maybe he just had like a lust to burn things today?

ZombieCleo: I mean, that is a thing. That is a real thing.

GoodTimesWithScar: Obviously I could never have set the fire, because I used up my flint and steel burning down Etho’s castle. Look, my bucket is empty of lava, and my flint and steel is no more!

Smajor: The one thing I’m getting from this, is that Dogwarts is left currently unprotected.

Grian: Oh yeah. Oh Yeah! That’s so true!

SolidarityGaming: Let’s go, let’s go!

ZombieCleo: Let’s burn this bitch down.

Grian: Let’s wreck the place, I’ve got TNT on me.

SolidarityGaming: Do you want some of this?! Want some of this?!

Smajor: Jimmy, you’re gonna die. Jimmy, you’re on two hp.

#3rd life SMP #3rdLifeSmp #3rdlife #3rdlife quotes #TrafficBlr #Traffic Series

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seyaryminamoto · 3 years ago

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I'm just thinking about what you've said in the past about Zuko's morals in The Southern Raiders and what bugs me the most is that Zuko could have easily been Yon Rha. Yon Rha's big sin, as far as Zuko knows when he makes his proposal (before Katara tells him the whole story), was raiding the Southern Water Tribe in a manner which lead to someone's death, and Zuko raided both Kyoshi Island and the Southern Water Tribe. Zuko would be an acceptable target for vengeance under his own standards.

:'D very fair point of view, Anon. I've always focused on another angle with this particular problem, namely the fact that Zuko's traumatic Agni Kai happens because he was trying to defend soldiers from being used as bait, slain in battle as though their lives were meaningless... and then he's offering Katara his assistance with killing a soldier if that's the only way to become her friend. There's such a profound incompatibility between both ideas, such a massive rift in reasoning, that I can't help but wonder if Ozai, intentionally or not, actually taught Zuko through their Agni Kai that the lives of their people aren't worth anything after all.

In general, that episode's plot is just... very questionable. I understand these kids are jaded, they've seen pleeenty of ugly stuff and even done some ugly stuff themselves, but the core of the problem with Zuko, back in the day, was that his violent pursuit of the Avatar caused lots of trouble and nobody liked him because he was being a selfish ass who wanted to fulfill the Fire Lord's orders at all costs :'D so... as blind as Katara may be over anything to do with Kya, it baffles me that neither Sokka nor Aang would step up to tell Zuko that this sort of ridiculous reasoning, impulsive behavior and willingness to resort to violence is EXACTLY what made him an asshole during the months he chased them, and that changing sides without changing those violent impulses doesn't amount to jackshit. I'd honestly prefer it if Katara were the one to tell him as much, because then she'd have the bonus of telling Zuko: "That's funny, because this sort of BS is precisely why I can't trust you!" and Zuko would be at an even bigger loss than before :'D but of course, when emotions are involved, Katara loses sight of reality and common sense, it's true...

Looking at it the way you do, just imagine if Yon Rha had told Katara "Oh. Sorry. Nice to see you again!" the way Zuko does with Suki :'D I'm pretty sure she would've actually killed the guy without even hesitating.

It's not to say that Zuko has objectively murdered anyone with the particular cruelty Yon Rha killed Kya: as far as we know, he didn't. We do know, however, that he's imprisoned people in nightmarish conditions (something even his sister cannot be said to have done), as he does in LOK, conditions bad enough that one of those prisoners (who, arguably, wasn't in the worst of conditions) said he'd rather die than return to that imprisonment. So, however "deserved" the Red Lotus's imprisonment might have been, dehydrating a waterbender and freezing a firebender for well over a decade sounds like one hell of an act of cruelty, which says he's perfectly capable of cruelty, all the same as Yon Rha was, and Zuko can't even say he's following someone's orders: he's the one who chooses to do this, plain and simple. So cruelty is NOT beyond Zuko. He can be harsh and nasty whenever it suits him. Despite what he'd have the audience believe, he isn't truly the poster child of peace and kindness :')

As you've said, Zuko caused lots of damage with his careless actions back in Book 1, actions that could have certainly cost lives if this show had been written to be grittier and darker than it was.

As a careless, casual example, here's the typical, boring old trope of "there's a kid in danger and the hero swoops in to save them!" (and there's poor Sokka on the background too ;_;). That ship just comes into shore, breaks all the ice it cares to, and it could have cost at least the two lives of those in the scene here (and who knows how many more that we aren't seeing). Is this not the same as attacking someone deliberately, with killer intent? Sure, it's not, but the ultimate outcome would be the same: someone's died, and it's your fault. And if you're a good person, you would feel bad about it. In fact, you might not even be able to think of yourself as a good person if anyone's death can be pinned on you.

Again, we don't know for sure that his actions cost any lives, but that they could have speaks for itself. That he was once part of the Fire Nation killer machine, that he was a tool to his father (even if not one he particularly cared for), should have made him all the more willing to understand that soldiers are as brainwashed as he was. No, this isn't to defend Yon Rha by any means, he was indeed a piece of shit... but Zuko doesn't even wait to meet him to confirm this. He's ready to help Katara kill a guy who, for all he knows, could have spent his whole life repenting for his actions (yes, we know that's not the case, but if the show had wanted to give us more nuance in the Fire Nation army, it could have been). Zuko doesn't even hesitate, and he even eggs on Katara until she finally decides she's not going to do it -- then he proceeds to badger Aang non-stop about how he MUST kill Ozai, funny how that goes. Which allows the interpretation that Zuko didn't learn anything at all from the Southern Raiders adventure.

In the end, if Zuko's actions cost any lives whatsoever (like, I don't know, maybe lives of the people whose food he stole in the Earth Kingdom (: what, me still being salty about this in the year of 2021? Noooo waaaaay...), you're quite right to say that it'd be fine, as far as his own philosophies are concerned, for Zuko to be executed by the injured party. It'd only be fair, right? Yet I guess that's the beauty of Zuko being Zuko: fairness isn't part of it. Justice? I don't think he's actually familiar with the concept. His sister made lots of mistakes, same as he did, but has he attempted to help her find her way, same as he was helped? Has he given her another chance? The answer is nope. Chit Sang is a convicted murderer who claims he didn't do the crime he was put in jail for: Zuko doesn't even bother asking any questions about who he is, or trying to get to the bottom of this problem. He's fine with getting the guy out of prison without first confirming whether his story checks out or not. Even back in The Blue Spirit, when he was "under" Ozai's thumb, and Ozai's priorities should have been his own, he decides that it's more important for him to capture Aang himself, and somehow the show spins that situation into "hey, Zuko's not that bad :>" when... everyone knows he's not setting him free out of any selflessness on his part, in fact, it's the entire opposite.

So yeah, more sketchy Zuko things that remain unresolved, unaddressed and go ignored all the time. Again, things that don't make much sense with the character he's supposed to be. And as usual, it's stuff we're supposed to shrug off or make a thousand excuses for in order to always find a way to see Zuko as a perfectly good person, when, as I've said before, being good takes efforts Zuko often didn't bother making, not before his "change of heart", not afterwards either.

#anon #welp I guess my Zuko posts have been doin' the rounds #:'D #and no they never are about the things I like about him #... which...#... do I like anything about him?#O_O #well that answers that LOL

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voidclrx · 4 years ago

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hi! can i have a yelena x reader? reader has an ex that is still trying to get back with them and yelena doesn’t like that. reader tells the ex “no” all the time and he still won’t listen to the point where yelena has to take matters into her own hands. she’d go up to him herself and basically tell him to f off since they’re obviously taken by yelena and then i feel like she’d start teasing the reader in public and make sure he’s watching just to get under his skin, etc. thank you ! (:

hiii!! i live for these requests 😩

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yelena x gn!reader

tw: cursing, threats, mention of death, anger, light teasings

note : i’ve find the perfect image that would describes how yelena looks at him aha

modern au!

leave us alone

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it’s been like 6 months that yelena and you are dating, everything was perfect but there was one thing that annoyed you so much. your stupid ex still trying to come back to you. every day in the past 3 months, he let you message like “please, [Y/N] come back i’m sorry for everything I did to you” and every time you answer him the same thing “you didn’t understand that i’m actually dating someone? we aren’t together anymore for 1 year now, so let me alone and get a fucking life.” but he doesn’t matter, he came back anytime. and this situation, seems not please your girlfriend at all and you know that. “you know [Y/N], you can block his number? i mean it would be easier than answering him everytime” she suggested. but you replied. “i know but that asshole will find another way to talk to me…” you sighed totally desperate by the situation. yelena looks at you and see that it was starting to tire you. she understands what you were feeling and so she hugs you tightly in her strong arms. you always feel safe in her arms since she was way bigger than average. suddenly, a sound coming from your phone tells you that you have received a message. without surprise, it was your ex and his stupid and useless message. yelena takes your phone before you can do anything with it “i’m done with this; i’m blocking his fucking number” she yelled. after that, she gives you your phone. “here now he can try to send you message” she assured sarcasticly. you were still lightly chocked of her action, “wow t-thanks you” you said. “no need to thank me shorty, i did what was better for you” she stated. after that, she takes you to the couch, and turn on netflix, so you can relax.

it’s been now a week since you didn’t receive anything from your ex, you hope he won’t come back.

you were alone at home, since yelena was at work, you decide to get up and do laundry, and stuff like this. your day pass without problems. suddenly you heard footstep coming from the entrance of your house, it was yelena coming from work. “i’m home, baby” she happily said. you walked toward her and almost jumping in her arms. “how was your day?” you asked, while raising to her “not bad for once” she announced. “seat on the couch, i bring you something to drink” you empathized. “[Y/N]??”, “yes ‘lena?”, "did your ex resend you something??” she questioned. “no fortunately!!” you settled. she sighs, now reassured. you sat next to her and lay your head on her shoulder. it took only minutes for you to fall asleep.

it was around 6PM when yelena heard someone knock at the door, so she gets up slowly to not wake you up and headed tp the door. when she opens it, the person who face her, seems familiar. “yes? what do you want?” she asked. “i want to talk with [Y/N], if they’re here.” the person declared. “can i ask you who you are?”, “i’m her ex”. at this moment, yelena’s face turn into angriness. “so, it’s you the asshole who harasses them with his stupid and insincere messages?” she hissed at him. “ah i guess you are the person who date them now? so they like dating beanpole now?”. he provoked but yelena grabs him by the collar angrily and look at him with her scary dark eyes. “yes and what’s your fucking problem by harasses them with your messages, huh? i bet your life have to be so fucked up for annoy someone. continue this shit, i will find you, and either my fist will end up in your face or or maybe even kill you. so you better leave them alone”. she threated him. your ex had a chocked face because of yelena’s threat, he don’t know her but he can say that she’s scary and kind of a sociopathic. “in addition to beanpoles, now they likes sociopaths” he says while leaving. yelena slams the door still mad of this quarrel. the loud noises of their argument, who were coming from the entry wake you up. “yelena? what happen?”, “your ex, again, so i decided to take care of his case” she assumed with a smirk. “babe? you didn’t kill him i hope” you asked her, knowing that she’s totally capable of “noooo, just some threats” she replied with an innocent smile. so that's what having a protective and sociopaths girlfriend, you thought.

days after, you and yelena decide to go shopping. so you took the car and go for the mall. you made the clothing stores and the grocery. after that, you stop to eat an ice cream on a bench. you were focused on eating your ice cream while yelena swept the small crowd with her eyes. suddenly, she sees a person that were familiar to her. again, it was your ex, walking alone with bags in his hand. yelena had an idea. she waits him to look towards you two. once he notices you, yelena turns her head towards you to kiss your lips. you were a bit surprised but didn’t emit any rejection at it. yelena kept her eyes open to see the reaction on your ex, and it was a win for her since he stood there, looking at you. therefore, for annoying him more, yelena put her hand on your thigh and strokes it slowly. “yelena we are in public, please” you begged. luckily, there isn’t too many people, and they didn’t even pay attention to you. so she got down on your neck, put a hickey on it, and she make sure he was still watching. she didn’t know why but he was still there with an annoyed face. his hand tightened on the handle of his bags, which mean he was possibly jealous or angry, but he can do nothing since he was only your ex. after this intimate moment, you look at her with an interrogative gaze. “why did you kiss me so suddenly?”, “oh your ex was looking at us, so i decide to irritated him a little and i can see that it worked” she stated with proudness on her face. she turns around to look at him but it seems that he left. she sighs and said “okay the idiot had left, i think he would finally let you alone darling. now what do you think about going home and finished what we start here?”. she said, with a smirk on her face. you blushed at her answer since you know what does she means. ;)

#yelena x reader #yelena snk #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #aot yelena #yelena #snk oneshot

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staynskz · 3 years ago

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Making Amends: Part Two

Pairing: husband BangChan x female reader

Genre: slight angst, fluff

Word count: 2.2k+

Warning(s): none

At work, your boss realized how distracted you were. “Y/N, are you okay?” she asked, snapping you back to reality. “Huh? Oh… yeah I’m doing okay, just a bit deep in thought.” She stared at you with worried eyes. “It doesn’t seem like it. Look, why don’t you go home and get some rest for a few days while I work on the rest of the project, okay?” “What? No, it’s okay-I’m completely capable of completing the project, don’t worry, I-” “Y/N… you’re my hardest working employee. I’m sure it’ll be fine if you take some time off, okay? Why don’t you go home and stay with your kids for a bit and see how it goes. Maybe spend some time with them while they’re still small, hmm?”

She was right. You’d been so caught up in this project, you barely slept, ate, nor spent much time with children anymore. You thought the project was only going to last for a bit, but that was never the case with any project at work. “Are you sure?” you guiltily asked. “Yes, I’m sure! Now go! Enjoy the rest of your day off, hun!” As she shooed you out of the office, you walked out into the street and realized that you didn’t even remember how to have fun. You planned a small date for you and your kids. They for sure were going to have fun with you today. You were going to make memories they’d never forget.

After picking up the kids from Changbin’s house, you surprised them by going to the park near the house. It had been so long since you’d brought them here. It felt like a million years had gone by already. The three of you ate ice cream, played lava monster on the playground, and ate dinner together. The day was set as a memory you’d never forget. When the three of you got home later that evening, you saw that Chan’s car was in the driveway. It was weird that he was home so early. You weren’t displeased, but from the last conversation you both had, you weren’t so happy either. Either way, you inhaled deeply and went into the house.

Chan was sitting on the couch when the three of you trudged your way in. Aris and Eli both dropped their backpacks on the ground and ran over to Chan. “Daddy!!!” they screamed as they attempted to climb onto Chan’s lap. “Hi kiddos,” he said while grabbing them both and placing them on his lap. “Daddy, guess what mommy and us did today??” Aris asked Chan. “What is it? What did you and mommy do, hmm?” Eli cut his sister short as he started exaggerating every detail of the day. They were both so busy entertaining Chan that they forgot you were still standing by the door just watching them explain things to their dad.

Before the story could get any crazier, you decided to let them both know that it was time for bed, and that they needed to sleep so that they could wake up and go to uncle Binnie’s house tomorrow. “Awwww but I wanna stay up with you and daddy!!!” Aris complained while pouting. “Yeah!! You said we could do anything we want today!!” Eli chimed in tune with his sister. “Now, you both know how mommy is when she gets mad, you two. Why don’t you go shower tonight, and we can all ready a book together tonight, hmm?” Chan explained calmly to them. With a loud gasp, Aris said, “Can we read about the warriors who slay the dragon??!!!” “Noooo!!! I want to read about Cinderella,” Eli retorted. It was literally as if Aris was the brother and Eli was the sister from the way they both acted. It was too adorable. Chuckling, Chan obliged to read both stories to them. Running away happily, they took their bags from your hands and got ready to shower and end the day.

When the kids had finished showering, Chan laid in bed with them-both books in his hands. He really was going to read both books, wasn’t he? You just stood at the door watching your children smile while they laid across Chan’s lap. “Mommy?” Eli said interrupting your thoughts. “What is it, baby?” “Can you come lay with us?” Surprised, you stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed, looking at where to join the children and Chan on the bed without actually being near Chan. “Come on, mommyyyy, I want to get the story started!” Eli complained while you stood there-still looking like an idiot. “Mommy, just sleep by daddy!” Aris demanded while making some room by Chan on the bed.

Not wanting to waste any more time, you walked over to the side of the bed and joined Chan under the covers while the kids shifted their way around the two of you. It was awkward, to say the least. You were still struggling on how to sit next to Chan but could only lean back towards the wall behind you. It was the most uncomfortable feeling ever. The four of you sitting in your daughter’s small bed trying to find space just to read a simple bedtime story. “Mommyyy! Can you move, please? I don’t have any space,” Aris complained beside you. “Well mommy doesn’t have any space either, baby. Why don’t you sit on my lap, hmm?” “No, I don’t want to mommy. Why don’t you just lay on daddy’s shoulder like you always do?” The most awkward tension had been brought back by your sassy five-year-old daughter.

So it was true-toddlers were probably worse than teenagers because of their unruly filter. All that time, Chan just sat there laughing and giggling to himself under his breath with Eli. He truly did know how to get under your skin. Especially since you were both still not speaking to each other than about the kids. You shot a glare at Chan while adjusting yourself to compromise with your daughter.

It was hard getting intimate with Chan-even just putting your head on his shoulder. It had been so long since you’d both been intimate-whether it be holding hands or even making love. It just wasn’t there anymore. You missed it, to be honest. It was the hardest thing to admit. You wanted to be independent, show that you were tough, but all you wanted in all honesty was for Chan to hold you. You missed the way he would caress your body, the way he would kiss every inch of your body, make you feel his love through his actions, whisper sweet nothings in your ears, tell you how beautiful you were regardless of anything you thought of yourself. You missed those days. The days when you were both able to enjoy small moments together. “Are you comfortable, babe?” Chan asked, bringing you back to reality. Shocked by his sudden words, you whispered a simple yes without looking at him and you laid your head on his shoulder. “Okay, let’s begin, shall we?” Chan asked the kids as he opened your daughter’s favorite book. “Once upon a time, there were three kingdoms…” that was the last you’d heard while you could keep your eyes open.

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in your bed with Chan’s arms around your waist. He must’ve brought you to the bedroom after he read the books to the kids. Pulling his arms off you, you walked toward the bathroom to get ready for work. It was hard holding a grudge against Chan at times. Times where moments were so sweet and loving like last night. But one moment wouldn’t fix that. One moment can’t fix the lonely nights you cried in bed alone and cold. One moment can’t fix the many times you’d had to tell friends and family that Chan was busy at work while you were at family functions he promised he’d show up to. It had been going on for long enough. You did want to forgive him, but forgiveness had to come with change; that was the only compromise you’d ever needed from Chan. Regardless, you were going to try and make this work once you finished your unfinished project at work. There was too much at stake to lose the deal you were close to closing.

Dropping off the kids at Changbin’s house went smoothly and arriving at work seemed less stressful than previous weeks. Maybe your boss was right taking a day off definitely helped. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” you heard your boss’s voice behind you. “What do you mean what am I doing here? I’m here to work,” you said nonchalantly to your boss as she followed you into your office. “Y/N… when I said take some time off, I didn’t mean only half a day.” “…What do you mean?” you asked. “I meant take a few days off, Y/N. I can’t make my most hardworking employee burn out!” “But the project-I can’t just-” Taking the paperwork out of your hands, your boss quietly said to you, “it’s about time you and your hubby go on vacation, yeah?”

Vacation. That word was so foreign to you. It was so long ago since you’ve been on vacation. “I don’t think vacation’s a great idea since we’re trying to land this deal…” you said while trying to snatch the paperwork back. “Noooo… you do realize that they agreed to the deal, right?” “They did?!” “Yeah, they did. I don’t know how they came to a conclusion to work with us, but here we are.” “Wow… that makes me feel so much easier now,” you said while sitting down. “Good. So that means that I have to kick you out of this building just so you’ll take time off, right?” she asked as she grabbed your purse. “What? No, I need to-” “Ah! No. If you don’t listen to what I have to say, that means I’ll have to fire you just so you’ll stop living here, right?” “I mean…” “No-that’s what I thought. Please, Y/N, you need to leave this place for just a few days, okay?” “Please go home and rest while you can before we have to close another deal, okay?” She rushed you out of the office and blew a kiss before choosing the lobby floor for you in the elevator.

You couldn’t even catch sight of what was happening-just that your boss had given you the next few days off. Sounded good, though, since you needed it and wanted to catch up on a few projects back at home. You texted Changbin’s wife asking if they could keep the kids until the same time so that you could run some errands. With a sweet reply, she said yes.

Pulling into the garage, you saw that Chan’s car was still parked in the garage. Did he not go to work? Either way, you still didn’t want to talk about the situation with Chan. It was like you were both walking on eggshells- not just around the kids, but it you were both struggling to find a middle ground. It’s not like you were trying to make a point by not apologizing… okay maybe it was a bit of pride, but you also felt that Chan should’ve been more helpful as a husband and father.

Opening the door to your house, you saw that there were packed suitcases in the living room. Why were there suitcases? Was Chan leaving you? Was it the nightmare you wished would never happen? It made your stomach drop. No matter how independent you were, in this marriage, it only worked as a codependent relationship. Not only that, but as parents, it would be easier to work together in one home than in two-in most cases. Was Chan falling out of love with you? Was Chan going to leave you alone? Were you really going to be the single mother you’d always felt you’d been for the past few months?

As those thoughts were running through your mind, Chan walked into the room. “Hey, babe… let’s go.” “Go where?” you asked. “We’re gonna miss our flight.” “Our flight? What do you mean? I still have work, and the kids-” “I’ll explain on the way to the airport-” Chan said as he pulled you back into the garage and into his car along with the suitcases. On the car ride to the airport, you couldn’t help but ask so many questions. Where were the kids? Where were you guys going? What happened? Chan answered the questions with simple yet vague answers. It wasn’t helping your frantic mind at all.

Boarding the private jet, you weren’t ready to go anywhere-you were just worried about your babies. You knew you left them with Changbin and his wife, but you didn’t get to say goodbye before leaving to whatever destination Chan had been rushing you to go to. Taking a seat on the jet, you opened your mouth to ask Chan another question, but were hushed with his stern voice saying for you not to worry, and that you needed to get some rest before arriving at the destination. Furious at the vagueness of his answers, you turned toward the window and stared at the sky as the jet took off.

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Author’s note: Here’s part two :) I’m just glad I’ve been having a bit more time to work on this with the few days I get off of work.

Tag list: @crispbang

#skz #straykids #bangchan #chanfluff #chanangst #bangchanfluff #bangchanangst #husbandbangchan #husbandchan #dadbangchan #dadchan

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 years ago

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have you seen minilittle-sunflower’s coconut kalim and mushroom jade can you write an imagine about that? like maybe they are dressing up for a play or halloween or something

HNNNGH YES I LOVE THEIR WORK EVERY TIME I SEE A NEW COCONUT KALIM OR A SHROOM JADE AND NOW FLAMINGO ACE TOO DOODLE IN MY TIME LINE I’M LIKE “BLESS THIS PERSON FOR EXISTING AND PROVIDING US WITH QUALITY CONTENT”--

I would highly recommend checking out @minilittle-sunflower’s work! It’s sure to brighten up your day~ (and no worries, I made sure to get their permission first before writing this!)

Imagine this...

“What. Is. That.” Azul demanded, thrusting an accusing finger at...whatever was rustling around on his desk.

From afar, it seemed to be a rotund mushroom, sporting a white cap covered in red spots. However, upon closer inspection, that shroomy exterior was but a costume donned by another creature--a humanoid with chubby cheeks, beady eyes, and a familiar teal haircut with a protruding black strand. The being busied itself with tearing off the corner of one of Azul’s contracts, each tug eliciting a squeaky sounding grunt.

“It’s Jade,” Floyd replied--hands shoved into his pockets, his tone casual. “Can’t you tell?”

“That,” Azul snapped, “is not Jade. That is...that is a gremlin.”

As if to confirm his statement, mini-Jade cackled--he had collected the leftover ink from the nib of a pen on his hands, painting a fake bowtie on himself.

“Nah, that’s definitely Jade. I would know, cuz we made that shrinking potion for Alchemy together.”

Azul narrowed his eyes. “If you merely made a shrinking potion, then why in the world is Jade behaving so...oddly? And why is he wearing a mushroom costume, of all things?! I have never heard of a potion capable of doing...this.”

“Dunno~ Ishidai-sensei said I added the wrong stuff. Then somethin’ about ‘manifesting the shape of thy soul’, but I kinda tuned the rest of what he said out. It was really boring getting scolded~” The eel shrugged.

“Floyd. Please do not tell me you walked away in the middle of his lecture--and please do not tell me you did not stick around to ask for a cure.”

“Eeeeeh? How’d ya know that’s what happened?”

“...Intuition.” The octopus heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You had better march back and apologize to Crew--”

“AZUL...!!”

The door to his office slammed open with a resounding THUD--and looming there, at the threshold, was an irritated looking snake. A Viper, to be exact.

“Oya, oya, if it isn’t Jamil-san. I never thought I’d see the say where you would willingly step foot into Octavinelle,” Azul crooned, a crooked smirk finding its way onto his lips. “Unfortunately, now is not a good time to grovel for forgiveness and request for my friendship--”

“Stop that,” Jamil spat venomously. He reached into his hood and yanked something out, shoving it into Azul’s face. “Your lackey made this mess, and I want this to be fixed. Now.”

Cupped in Jamil’s hand was what appeared to be...a boy in a young coconut costume, decked out in a white and gold head wrap. The material of the costume was a pale green, and bore indentations that resembled elaborate earrings. Tufts of silvery hair peeked out from inside the costume, framing plump, tan-skinned face.

“K-Kalim-san...?!”

“Henlo!” mini-Kalim declared, waving so enthusiastically that he almost seemed to vibrate in place. “Wanna party hard? Join coconut cult!”

“Noooo, join shroom cult!!” mini-Jade protested, puffing up his cheeks. “Give fee! Gimme shrooms--more ‘n more!”

“Waaaaa~ Rakko-chan’s kinda cute as a coconut,” Floyd marveled.

“NO. FIX THIS.” Jamil pressed, gritting his teeth. “I can’t take another second of Kalim bouncing off the walls and singing--and I certainly do not want to hear another word out of him about a coconut cult...!!”

“Well, it seems that we are in the same predicament,” Azul noted, pushing his glasses up. “Jamil-san...you and I can smooth things over with Crewel-sensei. I do not know if I entirely trust Floyd to be able to make amends himself, so he can be tasked with babysitting the...problem children in our absence.”

“Whatever it takes to get Kalim back to normal,” Jamil agreed, his eyes cutting to Floyd. “Here--and for the love of the Great Seven, don’t squeeze him into coconut juice. Kalim’s parents--and mine--will kill me.”

“‘Kay,” he agreed reluctantly.

“Take good care of your brother as well,” Azul instructed, plucking up mini-Jade and placing him in Floyd’s hands. The mushroom squished up against the coconut, and they collectively squealed.

“I promise I will~”

“Good. We will be off, then.” Azul linked his arm with Jamil’s and smiled wide. “Come along, now.”

“Hmph--don’t order me around, octopus,” he snapped, jerking away and speed walking ahead of Azul.

“Ah, please wait, Jamil-san!”

“Bye-byeee~ Have fuuuun!” Floyd called after them.

As soon as they were out of earshot, he leered down at the costumed gremlins in his clutches. Mini-Jade and mini-Kalim squirmed, their little limbs flailing and smacking one another. Floyd’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling.

“Ehehehe. I wonder if a coconut or a mushroom would win in a fight...Guess I’ll have to see for myself.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #Azul Ashengrotto #Floyd Leech #Jamil Viper #Jade Leech #Kalim Al-Asim #disney twisted wonderland #imagine this #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland requests #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #Scarabia #Octavinelle #Tweels

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mimiplaysgames · 4 years ago

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save it for the morning after (3/3)

Pairing: Terra/Aqua Rating: E (Explicit) for Smut Word Count: 7,850

Summary: Aqua learns the value of being vulnerable.Terra learns to trust his body to another. Everyone gets a happy ending. ;)

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A/N: AAAAHHHH Happy Terraqua Day!!!! I can’t believe I finally finished this one, it always felt like it would never happen. I’m actually quite nervous - I don’t take the same kind of path of other smut and being so deviant honestly freaks me out so much. I really do pull this story into extreme directions for smut, that I wonder if I can call it smut at all. But let’s see. Hope you like. <3

~*~*~*~*~

“Aqua.”

“Hm?”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you…”

“Go ahead.”

“....”

“Are you okay?”

“The... um, your scars...”

“They’re not yours.”

“Aqua—”

“They aren’t.”

“Please.”

“...They’re not yours.”

~*~*~*~*~

Well, damn.

Ven hones in on Terra—a ballsy move considering it’s a super-bad idea to get this close to a large opponent—but Ven skids, spinning on his knees and tripping Terra like a pet running through its owner’s legs. Ven serves an uppercut with his short Keyblade. It almost jabs Terra on the ribs if not for his lurch backward, and he lands squarely on his ass against the desk behind him.

A pot of ink rattles and tips, spilling all over his pants and spreading up the spine of his shirt.

Ven snorts. “You look like you shit yourself.”

Terra wipes his backside, picking up excess ink in layers. It’s slick, skating through his fingers with the weight of iron and dripping onto the floor. More of it runs between his legs, finding a way in between cracks and folds of skin, moistening up his boxers. Damn it. He slathers his hand through Ven’s hair with so much force (Hey!) that Ven waddles to stay in balance.

“And you look like you’ve been picking through trash.”

Ink clumps chunks of blond hair together, drooling down Ven’s ears and staining his collar. It makes him look oily for lack of a better term, like someone who hasn’t taken a shower in weeks. When he touches his scalp out of reflex he flinches, wiping his coated fingers on his own shirt… before realizing what he’s doing. He groans.

“It suits you,” Terra says.

“I dunno.” Ven wipes the rest of it on Terra’s shirt. “Looks better on you.” Might as well. The shirt is honestly ruined.

One corner of the offending desk is covered in globs of shiny black. Terra corrects the ink bottle and surveys the damage. The tile floor will be easy to clean, but the wood is inhaling the color.

“Aqua’s going to kill us,” Ven mutters. “She spent a lot of time in this room.”

Weeks of time choosing which books to display on the shelves. Days researching the right chalkboard to purchase. Journeys spent gathering minerals for students to practice with: ash from a far away volcano, water from the forest river nearby, unearthed dirt from the garden, and feathers from nests settled at the peak of the tallest mountain. Aqua has a vision of this room playing the dual role of serving lectures and encouraging hands-on experimentation in a safe environment. She wants it to be respectable and impressive before the semester starts. They’re not allowed to traverse the room with shoes on, and Terra and Ven were respectable about that before one of them (Ven) started to get cocky about his fighting abilities.

Yeah, they fucked up. “Think of it this way. We proved it’s not practical for physical training,” Terra says.

“You’re the one who’s going to tell her that.” Ven scoffs, splaying a wet towel on the floor.

Terra pulls his suspenders over his head and lets them hang from his waistband. Pinching his stained muscle shirt off and bundling it up, he uses it as a rag to absorb the puddle on the table. What’s sinking into his socks is now warm. He ignores it.

“Do you think I could pull this off?” Ven asks as a by-the-way, twiddling a shy hand at the back of his greasy head.

“Black hair?”

“No, you’re right. It’s creepy.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Pfft, you also ‘didn’t’”—Ven bookends the word with finger quotations—“spar fairly.”

Terra considers throwing his damp shirt at Ven’s face. “I’m not at my prime yet.”

“That’s not it.” Ven flips the towel and swipes the remaining streaks with the cleaner side. “You’re holding back. You promised you wouldn’t do that anymore.”

“I’m not holding back.” He is. Just the image of raising his Keyblade against either of his friends is enough to make him nauseous, but he swallows it to be a good sport.

Giving it his all is something else entirely, a deeper, invasive illness.

“I know you can hit harder than that.” Ven dunks the towel in a pail of water, clouding it.

“I just have a lot in my mind and it’s hard to... relax, I guess.”

There’s a moment of pregnant quiet before Ven says pointedly, “I thought Aqua was helping you out with that.”

A moist squish slaps Ven on the nose.

“Now you’re being sensitive,” Ven says, pulling Terra’s shirt off his shoulder.

“You missed a spot,” says Terra, using his thumb to smear the stain across Ven’s cheek. For shits and giggles he continues upward, rubbing raccoon circles on Ven’s eyelids. “You really pull this off.”

“Do you annoy her this much?”

“She enjoys it.”

“Ugggh.” Ven throws Terra’s hands off of him, his chin tucked in so much that two layers of neck skin fold over. “Gross.”

Terra pauses. Gross wasn’t what he expected out of Ven’s mouth.

In fact, Terra hasn’t been sure of how Ven took the news the first time.

Oh, Ven had said when they told him Aqua was moving into Terra’s room. Okay. Cool. He shrugged as if he could have heard more exciting news, and left to take a short walk in the woods with Chirithy. The three of them never spoke about it again. Ven wouldn’t mention a word when he saw them dragging her dresser and vanity table, and seldom joined them if he heard them laughing together with the door closed.

Things are changing in minute strokes, in seconds that cluster for as long as Terra can recognize them, until they dissipate and become something not quite foreign but never quite familiar anymore, as though where he comes from is far from home and who he thinks he knows are almost-strangers.

“Have we ever made you uncomfortable?” Terra asks.

“What, no!” Ven waves his hand, feigning shock, staring at his shoes and everywhere else but Terra. “I mean, Aqua’s been Aqua since we got back, and you’re just weird sometimes, but—”

“Then why do you...” Terra sighs, choosing his words. “Avoid us when we’re together?”

“I don’t want to interrupt.”

An almost-lie. “I hope you don’t think we don’t want you around.”

“Noooo. Neither of you make me feel that way.”

“But you do.”

Ven lifts his shoulders higher than his ears and drops them with the same weight as throwing books on the floor. “It’s just… nothing’s the same.”

Nothing is, what with the quiet mornings since the Master is no longer here to prepare breakfast before the sun rises, or huff at anyone when they disturb his meditation. Now they’re preparing the castle for the largest student body of Keyblade wielders it’s seen in years, something Terra thought would be a good distraction for everyone.

But Ven’s right. Home doesn’t feel like home when the floors are re-tiled, and specific rooms are repainted, and the Master’s favorite lounge chair sits empty in the same spot in the library by the fireplace. Maybe for Ven, home is the turn right to knock on Terra’s door and the turn left to knock on Aqua’s.

“It’s weird.” Ven grimaces. “I didn’t mean it that way. I’m used to talking to you about things you promised to keep from Aqua—”

“I still wouldn’t tell her anything!”

“—and I’m used to it being the three of us.”

Terra pauses. “We’re still the three of us. We’re still best friends.”

“That’s not how it works, and you know it,” Ven says, smiling warmly. “You are one half of two. You share a language I can’t butt into.”

Terra kneels onto one knee, brushing oily hair out of Ven’s face. Aqua would have liked this look on him: less spiky. “Ven, you’re always going to be a part of our lives.”

“Stop worrying. What you have is not a bad thing. I think it’s kind of awesome. I wish you’d give it your all in a fight. I wanna see what you and her are capable of together, because it’d be huge.”

“I’m only trying to say that we don’t want you to feel like a third wheel. You’re more than welcome to knock on our door anytime—”

“Ah. No. No thanks.” He shoos Terra away.

“Why?”

“I don’t wanna see anything.” Ven squints.

Terra snorts. “You’re not going to see—”

“I don’t wanna hear about it either.”

“But—”

“Nope.” Ven covers his ears with his palms. “Nothing. No inside jokes. No pet names. Yuck. Keep that to yourself.”

Terra presses his lips together to zip up the snickering. “Okay, I won’t say anything.”

“Good. I don’t want any images in my head.” He wipes his hands like he’s done a good job explaining himself. “I should’ve expected it anyhow.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Ven says slowly. “I mean, the Master kinda knew.”

“He said something to you?” Terra asks with a shaky voice. He’s flipping through memories, when he and Aqua were very careful and very private, when they didn't touch each other in case there were witnesses near. He was so certain he’d suffer punishment if Eraqus ever found out. Lists of long essays about the dangers of being reckless with emotions every time Aqua made him laugh too much. Grueling physical regiments to knock discipline into his body every time he made bad decisions based on a tug between his legs.

“I didn’t understand it at the time,” Ven says, leaning back on his hands and tapping his heels on the floor. “We were all hanging out, and you and Aqua left, and then he got sad.

“When I asked him what was wrong, he told me you guys created a very bright Light together. A Light bonded is a Light stronger, he said.” Ven mimics the Master’s lilts in speech, using his finger to emphasize points. “But be aware, Ven. Such a blinding Light casts an equally blinding, deep Shadow. What a dangerous force that is.”

It’s a good imitation. The ache in Terra’s chest twists into his guts and warms him at the same time, like a loving hug that squeezes too hard.

“Honestly it made me think you and Aqua were doing something you weren’t supposed to.”

“Maybe we were.” Terra’s throat constricts, his voice gravelly and his shame nostalgic. “We thought the same sometimes.”

“Which isn’t fair. Why can normal people experience that but it’s such a big deal if Keybearers do it?”

Because when you elevate the person you admire to a standard you can’t match, it makes you do stupid things. Aqua had followed him world after world, expecting it would eventually lead to a fight. Too many Keyblades in a friendship does no one good.

To-may-to, to-mah-to. They did end up fighting, it just wasn’t his own Keyblade that inevitably hurt her. What a dangerous force that is.

“So the Master did not approve?” Terra asks.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Ven rubs his cheek in thought, forgetting all about the ink. “He said your combined Light looked beautiful and warm. And that you’d have many nights where it would be enough when it gets hard... Honestly, he only wished that you keep your head on your shoulders.”

Wishes asked for are wishes granted, the Master used to say, so long as you work for them. The years Terra had wished for this exact approval had only left him with space to forge false hope. Nothing major, nothing long-winded. Just a simple, impossible wish as they placed the flower wreath on his memorial and bid their goodbyes.

Finally, that wish is fulfilled. As Ven grants it to him, it’s hard to believe or accept, sitting on the floor of what used to be a ballroom, covered in drying ink.

“Thanks, Ven.” Tears cascade down his cheeks, pretending to be inconspicuous. He wipes them with his clean forearm but he can’t keep up. There’s one for every moment in the last twelve years when he wanted to apologize to the Master, leaving his eyes burning. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop soon.”

“S’okay.” Ven tucks his ankles under, giving Terra time to process. Ven knows when a topic is too sensitive. But he can also tell when enough time has passed for the raw cuts to seal, when everyone’s ready to laugh. It’s his special gift. Only after Terra slows down does Ven lean forward. “Did you know you make this ugly face when you cry? You’re a train wreck.”

Terra yanks Ven’s head under his arm (Oomph, grunts Ven), locking his elbow around the neck.

Ven beats on Terra’s biceps. “Let go of me.”

Terra summons his pauldron, elbow pad, and gauntlet—for good measure. He licks salt from his lips and smirks, clutching Ven more, sinking him into the pecs.

Ven coughs. “You smell horrible.”

“Nasty-horrible or heroic-horrible?”

“Do you make Aqua sniff your armpit? Let go of me.”

A poor mistake. Ven tumbles back when he’s let go, but he grabs Terra’s shirt before his head hits the floor. He punches it into Terra’s stomach so quickly that Terra isn’t allowed time to react or block, leaving a sprawled, black bruise over his abs.

“Put a shirt on,” Ven says when Terra can’t rub it off. “Freak.”

~*~*~*~

Their bedroom door is ajar. Terra hears the shuffling of feet. He quiets his arrival, crumpling his messed-up shirt in a fist, and leans on the door frame to watch her. Aqua pulls a book out of a stack deftly with one hand, the other carrying a cheese pastry. She swallows a final bite, licking her fingers (something she’d never do in front of anybody else but him), and meditates on the chew before sitting at her desk.

He likes her best like this: half-dressed, without her usual corset and sashes, down to nothing else except her shirt and shorts, simple and free.

Her longest scar creeps out of her backless shirt. A snake, a reminder of the damage Keyblades are capable of: they never heal and barely fade. This is why wielders shouldn’t raise them against people.

Gluing her attention to an open book, Aqua reaches over for more cheese pastry, but her hand meets a plate of crumbs. When she realizes, she snaps up, alert as if she’s been robbed, glancing over her shoulder for signs of movement. This is also something she would not appreciate anyone else seeing, how she’s afraid of being alone, how she’s paranoid that she’s actually not.

Terra steps in and taps her shoulder before she could ask him what happened to the pastry. “That looked delicious.”

She blinks, slowly absorbing his words; she doesn’t feel well today, nothing to be ashamed of. Terra says nothing else. This way, he doesn’t bring more attention to the fact. He won’t touch her so she doesn’t feel coddled (despite how much he wants to). He won’t crack a dumb joke when there’s better moments for them. This way, she keeps her dignity.

When Aqua sees the smears and handprints on him, her eyes finally find reality. “What happened to you?” She stands up and swipes the stain on his chest. It’s dry but not enough, leaving a mark of gray on her fingers.

“An accident.” Terra clears his throat, trying to seem unbothered. Just another day in the castle. Everyone gets covered in ink, what’s the big deal?

If she hears the hesitation in his voice (and she should, she knows him too well), she doesn’t care, marching to their bathroom. The sink turns on.

“What kind of an accident?” she calls. The water flow is disturbed. She’s washing her own hands first.

“Eh, we spilled some ink,” Terra says, praying to the stars she won’t interrogate further. He tosses his ruined shirt into a wastebasket and opens the first dresser drawer for another. Gone are the days when Terra used to stuff his clothes into a heap; Aqua likes to fold every single article, his on one side and hers on the other.

“What does that mean?”

“It’s fixable, I promise.” At least he hopes there’s some magic spell in some book somewhere that could lift ink out of cracks of wood.

He goes down one drawer for pants and it’s the same story.

Down to the middle for socks and underwear, each tightly rolled. Tucked into the back of this one are two newly purchased books, their hardcovers wrapped in plain paper so that anyone peeking in couldn’t read the titles. Edited with illustrations of anatomy, they are lectures of techniques on what to try with your partner. Where to place your hands, how to play with your fingers and tongues, how to listen, when to take it slow and when to take it fast...

“Here,” Aqua says from behind him. She has a wet rag. It’s warm as she gently rubs it into his skin, across the spread of his chest. Her other hand is splayed on his hip.

Just the thought of those books now, of slipping her out of that shirt, the stains on his stomach be damned—

“Am I going to get mad at you?”

Be damned. Terra smirks in a way to invite her to join along with him. “At both of us. But... You never stay too angry for too long so… Why worry about it?”

She pauses. “What are you rambling about?”

“Nothing.” He glances away. “It happened in the new classroom.”

She digs the rag into the groove above the diaphragm as if contemplating his vivisection. A stream of water drips over his belly button, into the hem of his pants, down the dips of his pelvis, between his inner thighs. Let her get mad. Be damned.

“How bad is it?” Her voice is hard.

He caresses the small of her back, which is right now tense and stretched as she makes herself seem taller, like she’s about to take him on. “You’re smart. You’ll figure something out.” She opens her mouth to say something and he kisses the bottom lip. “I’ll do the dishes for three months. That’s enough atonement, right?”

Aqua clenches her teeth into a false smile, nails now leaving divots on his skin. “And the cooking.”

“Sounds fair.”

“And the gardening.”

“Now you’re pushing it.”

She continues to clean him, this time rubbing harder. It leaves his skin lightly raw. “You’re not in any position to bargain.”

“Do you expect me to beg?”

“Then beg.”

Terra would be lying if he says he doesn’t find this side of her hot. She’s a splash of freshwater that would bring him back from the brink. The woman standing in front of him chooses to clean him despite the shower being paces away. She’s the same girl who would plant an extra candle on his birthday cakes, for the year to come. To her, maybe it meant little or nothing. Stars, she’s beautiful, and he doesn’t say it enough.

“You’re doing better,” she says, leveling her voice, nodding to herself as if checking her information. That’s Aqua. Putting aside her annoyance for the sake of making sure he’s taken care of. “You’re not flinching as much.”

Maybe. Her touch is absolutely making the hairs on his neck stand. It is absolutely driving his dick insane. “You know, Ven’s okay with us.”

She stops. “He said something?”

“Kind of. He doesn’t want to know or see or hear anything.”

Her eyes go wide. “Excuse me?”

“He never said he actually heard anything.” He kisses her temple and lets it linger there, taking the opportunity to inhale her smell. Even when she sweats and spars for hours, there’s still a sweetness. Terra laughs into her hair. “He doesn’t want to know nicknames, either.”

Aqua flashes him a look.

“Now we have to,” says Terra. “We don’t have a choice.”

“What should we use?” Aqua moves to his abs, fighting an amused smile that’s twisting its way to her lips.

“Terr-able.”

“That one is awful. I think Terr-bear fits you better.”

“So you admit I’m big, strong, and scary?”

“I admit you’re adorable sometimes.”

Terra purses his lips. “What about you?”

She shrugs. “Maybe Aquamarine.”

“How about Aquafina?”

“That’s worse.”

“Babe?”

“Absolutely not.”

“We could call him Ven-tilation.”

“Stop.”

He follows his instinct to lower his head so when she laughs with him, their lips meet. They kiss everyday, but the first taste of the hour is always the one to discharge his breath, like he’s been underwater and she’s giving him the chance to surface.

“You’re going to get me dirty,” she says, giggling into his mouth.

He moves to her neck. “A little mess doesn’t hurt anybody.”

It’s when he brushes his fingers across her back, skating over the scar, coiled like rose thorns, that he hitches. Across from them is her vanity mirror. The scar is still red despite its age of twelve years. He’s so stupid.

“This again?” she whispers. She’s not upset but disappointed, though in him or in herself, he can’t tell. Moments like these are weird, when he can’t read what she’s thinking. Working on the straps on his left arm, she pulls off his gauntlet, finger by finger.

“I wish you would tell me,” he whispers back, as if having the conversation at a normal volume would shake them up.

She turns his bracer to make its removal easier. “I already did.”

“I wish you would be honest with me.” He leans his chin on her head, feeling her fingers slide down his arm.

“I am.” She flicks a knob and slips off the couter from his elbow. “You want me to tell you it was you who did this to me,” she continues, unbuckling the pauldron on his shoulder. “But it wasn’t.”

“I know better.”

“It was done with my hands.”

To that she says nothing, rubbing the rag down his exposed left bicep. Ink had run under the armor. Darkness seeps in even with protection.

She sighs. “Promise me you won’t obsess over it.”

He really shouldn’t but… he nods.

Aqua hesitates anyway. Taking him by the wrist, she presses his right hand on the rib under her left breast. “This one was his.” She warns with her eyes. “Not yours.”

Terra can’t feel anything through her shirt. He slips it under, running the pads of his fingers across the bumps and ridges. This one was his, this one with the gnarly tear right through the middle of the scar tissue, a ravine rupturing open. This one would have been done by that nameless silver Keyblade, with its sharp, ornate frills and that giant hook at the tip of it. It would have caught her skin as it tried to disconnect her body from her heart. And Terra? He’s had so much to lose and nothing to give back.

Terra holds his Aqua close as he continues to read the scar, how deep the hook sunk in, how she must have dodged back and broke that connection.

“Did it hurt?” he asks.

She sighs like she finds something amusing. Or trying to. She shudders, closing what little is left of the gaps between their bodies. “The Realm of Darkness numbs everything. I don’t think I felt it much.”

The view from their window looks over blossoming fields under mist, what’s left of snow capping just the mountaintops, everything else green. She’s lucky. So is he, ridiculously enough.

“I should have done more to stop it,” he says.

“You can’t continue to say things like that.” She swallows and stares at the wall. “What about the person I’ve become? I wouldn’t be here, standing in this room, now. It changed me. The Realm of Darkness did things to me that I’ll never be able to claim back. I will never be able to remedy it. I never wanted it, but I don’t know if I deserved it.”

“You didn’t.”

“I couldn’t make mistakes, in case I got hurt. I couldn’t be vulnerable. I had to be brave.”

“You already are.”

“And now I’m like stone.”

Terra presses his forehead to hers. “No, you’re not like stone at all.”

Aqua buries her face into his shoulder, anchoring herself to his waist. It’s so unlike her, to be unable to look him directly in the eyes. Whatever she has to say scares her. “You’re here, and I’m here. I give you my scars and you give me yours and… I don’t know if I would trade that for something else. For something that looks better on the outside. Every moment we shared since you woke up, how could I want to erase them? I need you, Terra. I have to chip away somehow. I’m braver now, to hold you like this.”

She says it like she has her chest cavity open, heart beating to open air.

She’s brave for not crying.

She’s brave for telling him what she can’t say right now. I’m braver now, to hold you like this. (I love you.)

He lifts her chin to kiss her. (I loved you first.)

She drops the rag to hold his face.

Before, their kisses were desperate, thirsty and famished, hoping to be found. Now, they’re deliberate, wandering but not lost. She tastes like sugar and flesh, her tongue inside with his, slow and careful. Their needs have more definition this time: please, and more, and yes, again.

Terra indulges in the impulse to press her onto him. She should feel how greedy he is, her chest arched against his. She’s soft and he’s in love.

“Where is Ven?” she says, breathless.

“Probably showering,” he mumbles.

She waves her hand and the door slams shut.

“I said probably,” Terra murmurs, but his mind turns off when she kisses him again. Who cares what Ven hears?

Aqua treads slower. She tempts Terra’s tongue to seek her out, puckering her lips around it and giving it a small tug.

“Touch me, please,” he begs.

The sound of his pants unbuttoning makes his heart hammer, his entire groin anticipating for what’s next. When, when, when. Terra closes his eyes. Her hand glides down, palm first, his breath snagging when she wraps her fingers around his erection. His pants are at his ankles, Aqua is on her knees, and she presses a kiss right under the tip, where it’s most sensitive, before licking the entire length. Terra buckles. He catches the dresser behind him to keep standing.

“Shhh,” she breathes onto him. It shoots a spark from his stomach to his scalp.

Terra braces his teeth with his finger to shut himself up. He watches her work. She takes him in bite-size pieces, snail-tracking with her tongue before her lips close in on him. Fuck. She sucks while she pulls. Fuck. To see her like this, Master Aqua with poise, with grace, with affection and care—with him in her mouth. The hand wrapped around him squeezes tighter, and the other comes up to meet him at the testicles.

He stifles another moan, staring at the ripples of the drywall, listening to the feathered tap of spring rain on the window and the noise she’s making. His erection twitches against the roof of her mouth, and he has to restrain himself from thrusting into her. Maybe he can let go and let be, finally throw himself off the cliff, ride the thrill all the way. Give it his all.

But he can’t. The moment gooseflesh spreads across his inner thighs, the moment he feels full, is the start. The floor will rip out from under him, the lights will go off, he will fall, he will lose all his fingers, he won’t remember anything, he’ll be the monster who makes her cry.

“I can’t,” he hisses, pushing her off. “I can’t.” He lurches over his knees, his insides twisting at the sudden cutoff, aching as it throbs and shrivels. He was so close. They were just laughing a few minutes ago. Stupid body, stupid mind. “Damn it,” he groans, pounding the dresser.

“Hey, you’re okay,” she says softly, holding him by the elbow. “You’re safe at home.”

“It doesn’t feel that way.” He digs his eyes into his palm, his body faraway like it’s a glass vial with his soul dumped inside. “Help me.”

Without letting him go, Aqua braces him with something cold—the rag, now on his lower back. It slaps him back to the bedroom, his beige carpet, the mist outside clearing out to a view of a forest that separates the castle from the mountains.

She greets him with a smile. “You really did something to yourself,” she says, cleaning him like it’s a lazy weekend day and there’s a list of chores.

Terra straightens up, shivers riding all the way up to his shoulders. “It’s so frustrating.”

“Don’t worry, Terra,” she says, softer and lower. “There’s no need to rush. I’ll wait.”

“But I’m tired of feeling caged up and stuck. I just want some semblance of control.”

Aqua kisses him on the shoulder to shoo away the haunting for a few seconds. “I’m here, anytime you need me. Would you like me to run you a bath?”

“No.” The rag is likely caked with ink, but its iciness is unlike the chill of clammy sweat a few seconds old. Every frigid touch is a reminder that he’s alive. “This is nice.”

Aqua runs the rag up his spine. “You know what I think? If we’re going to call each other pet names in front of Ven, we should have guests over.”

Terra snorts. “That’s evil.”

“He won’t be able to bark at us in front of other people.”

“I think I’m a bad influence on you.”

“I think you’re right.”

Terra sighs at her touch, cold at his neck, at his hairline. Like a light at the front porch in the dead of night, like hot tea on a sick day, she is what it feels like to come home.

She tells him, “Lean your head back a little,” and he obliges, letting her reach behind his ears. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, her hair frizzy, eyes blue and focused as she takes care of him.

“I can still kiss you, right?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

Tilting his chin down, he does. He braids his fingers into hers; from the rag they’re like icicles, and he brings them to his heart.

They’re barely millimeters apart, but he’s still in that cage. If only he could be touched the way he needs. If only the lock trapping him inside the cage is brittle and easy to crumble. What if he tries to test it? What if he finds there is nothing at all? Stupid mind. What if there are several, each of them needing unique keys when he has none, no hope of ever knowing what real freedom is? Stupid body.

Should he pretend? Should he try over and over, to slam his head against the bars each time? Should he submit, should he accept he will never have what he wants?

Life has made him uneager to trust. But her lips have a deliciousness unmatched by anything he’s ever tasted, and he’s still a silly, stupid man.

“Let me try again,” he says, breathing deeply. “I want to make you feel good.”

She’s surprised. “Only if you’re comfortable.”

“It will make me feel better.”

“...Okay,” she says so modestly. Terra never figured out how to knock it into her head that he wants to give her everything, that he is so, so guilty.

He invites her into an embrace, growing desperate the more he detaches his mind. Her body, the curve from her waist to her hips. The brush of her body against his reminds him that while he is naked, she is not. He picks her up by the thighs. Lost in the momentum of deep kisses, he carries her to bed, straddling her on his lap.

She hums. “The… the sheets.”

Dry, messy layers of ink still track down his legs. He groans into her mouth. She’s grinding him, and while he really likes that, it makes it incredibly difficult to take her clothes off, one hand rising the hem of her shirt and the other deep under her shorts, cupping her ass.

“Whatever, we can wash them later,” she says, lifting her arms up.

Her bare breasts—stars, this is what it feels like to come home.

“Kiss me,” she says, and he replies, nibbling down her neck, coming down to her breasts, where his lips and his tongue and his murmurs take in her nipples as they perk. Aqua stays quiet, leaning onto his shoulders.

There’s something about her amazing body, the silk of skin draped over defined muscle, treasure and tenderness in his hands, that he’s needy for. Every time he tries to define what that means, his mind ceases to function.

Xehanort tried to take it all away from him. If he lived, Terra would crush every tooth bloody. Damn him.

How dare Xehanort do this to him, lock him in this cage, keep him away from her? Damn him.

Why is he thinking about Xehanort?

“Are you okay?”

Terra is frozen, the nub of a nipple suctioned in his mouth. Oh, for fuck’s sake.

He lets her breast go with a pop. “I’m redirecting.” Leading her to the mattress, Terra lowers himself into her arms, but he’s halted by a light kiss and a hold of his face.

“Do you need me to check in on you?” she asks.

“No.” He smiles, kissing her with all the hope that she psychically understands his body is about to burst open, if only from the lack of space for the appreciation he keeps nurturing for her. “Thank you, but I’m okay.”

She nods, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. “You take your time.”

Oh, he will. No more interruptions. Focus on the smell of her skin, on the collarbone at the base of her neck. Right here, it makes her bite her lip. On the hollow between her breasts, the sound of her breath getting heavy. On the slight movement of her legs as she instinctively responds, spreading them, hooking around his. The buoyancy of her breasts in his mouth. The way she arches to push them against his face.

Under that left breast is the scar, tightly knitted.

The purpose for living is for memories, not reminders. Do not linger. Do not think about the cage. Terra lightly kisses it and continues downward.

Terra’s fingers glide down, a caress at the hips, a squeeze of her ass, running a mile of goosebumps as he bunches her shorts and panties and pulls them off. Her skin is streaked with fingerprints of gray, at most of the places he’s been. Aqua shivers as his lips brush the sides of her waist, as he traces his tongue and inhales the dips of her pelvis, as he loops his arms under her thighs, as he kisses her between the legs. She gasps. He licks from bottom to top, sucking on the clitoris once, then starts over.

Footsteps walk by outside their bedroom door.

Aqua jerks up. “Terra,” she whispers, warning him.

“Hm?” Stars, what now? “Here.” He grabs the comforter and throws it over her head. She chuckles as she wraps both of them in hiding. “Relax,” he whispers back. “He’s not going to hear anything.” Not that Ven opts to stay; his footsteps are already fading away.

He goes back to work, and hears her sigh—it’s loud enough to make him look up but too hushed to escape the sheets. Bottom to top. Again. Again. She cloaks the sound of her moans with the comforter plastered on her face.

It’s her taste. It’s the softness and suppleness of the skin between her legs. The way she fastens her knees over his shoulders, how wet she is. Her reaction. When he tongues the inside of her slit, she jerks, chewing her lip hard enough to make it white. Master Aqua, with poise and grace, for her there’s only love and the way his tongue curls up.

Her fist crumples the sheet—it holds her own breast, caresses her stomach down to rake through his hair and hold him there.

“Don’t stop,” she breathes.

Stars, that did it. He’s hard again. He drapes his arms over her pelvis, using his fingers to open her up so he has more access to her clit. She bucks, and he holds her down.

Her entire body trembles: the first sign that she’s running off her own edge.

Terra strokes her, the outside lips, the tease inside, the puckering motions. She’s a sweet, musky taste he can’t compare to anything else.

Aqua throws herself back on the pillow. Her thighs crush his head, and she clamps her hand on her mouth like a topper. Her mewl shudders and stops, it heaves, it mumbles. The wave rises then crashes, and she finishes with a long sigh, a release, a settlement, a tempered peace.

It feels so good to listen to her. Terra rests his head on her hip and brings a hand to his erection. A little bit of freedom paid with a little bit of control.

“I’m ready,” he says. “I need you.”

She hums in contentment, fixing the comforter so they’re completely covered and opening her arms to him. “Come here.”

Terra crawls over her, bracketing her body like he’s a fort, tethering her fingers to his and cradling her head in a protective halo with his arms. Aqua has to spread her legs wide to take on his thick waist, and she breaks her kisses with whimpers when he enters—she’s always more sensitive after he goes down on her.

She’s warm and tight, oh stars. Massaging him as he moves inside her. Their bodies compress into each other, hers curled up to mold against the way he rocks his hips, as though the subtle air between would have split them up too far, as though he can melt into her when he pushes, their hearts only separated by muscle and bone. He plants a messy kiss on her cheek, exhaling and inhaling in rhythms opposite of hers, her breath loud against his ear, tickling his neck.

Here it comes again, the oncoming of the precipice where he has to step off.

Fuck.

He can’t do it.

At the sprint towards the edge of the cliff, he skids and scrambles to hang by the rockface. Terra grunts, all his muscles seizing up as he holds his breath.

Aqua strokes his hair. “Do you want to stop?”

Of course not. “Give me a minute.”

“Remember, you’re safe.”

Terra nearly chokes. “I’m scared of losing control.”

“You won’t. You’re in control.”

In control. The intent to wring his fingers through the bars, a sleight of hand to balance the padlock like it’s on strings, turning it over and pulling it out of the latch. But Terra is no escape artist.

Terra licks his lips. He’s not in danger. He should trust she’ll catch him when he falls. In her arms, there’s no safer place to be. He has to remember this. Shut that mind up.

“I want to continue.”

She rubs his back. It’s soothing. “Tell me what you need.”

Terra smirks. “To get back in the mood.” He takes one deep kiss. “Entice me.”

Her insides squeeze him and he trembles. “How is that?” she asks.

“Do it again.”

She wraps her ankles over his back and squeezes. He hums into her shoulder.

“Again.”

This time, she takes back her kiss.

“Don’t let me go,” he says, and she hugs him tightly.

He starts slow. Terra leans on his elbows, bunching the comforter in his fist so it stays in place. She looks at him with half-lidded eyes, a healthy red blush, her mouth gently open, cast in the filtered glow of a secret, sweaty cocoon. This body he’s thrusting into, the lips he’s kissing, may the stars bless her.

“Aqua.”

“You feel so good.”

She stole the words right out of his mouth, squeezing his hips again.

“Oh,” he moans. It provokes him to thrust harder, deeper, feel her, feel her breasts bouncing under him, feel her moans coming from her throat, the desperation in the way she squirms with her hands. She massages his slick back, her nails digging in.

There.

Let him throw himself off. Give it his all.

“Don’t let me go,” he repeats.

“I won’t.”

He throws himself off. It’s not the wind thrashing him all the way down. Instead it’s fire, a combustion of flames in his muscles as his entire body submits to its force, leaving his knees weak. A flash of white that blurs everything he sees, a hurricane that knocks his mind into a stupor, a delicious burn that slicks over his body, trickling embers on top of sweat, hot and cool, good and better, good and fucking good. Terra shoves his face into her shoulder to muffle the sounds of groans escaping him, shuddering as the climax picks up again, a body alight in an ignition that throws him out of any awareness.

His eyes prick when he finally remembers where he is. Aqua is safeguarding him with a strong hold, keeping him in place with her. He sighs. The cinders that continue to radiate heat leave him with a hearth to wrap himself into, a happiness that he never thought he would ever feel again.

Aqua sniffs. She wipes tears onto his shoulder.

“We really should stop crying at these things,” he says.

She snorts, refusing to let her grip on him slack. “You did amazing. How are you feeling?”

“I’m…” he mumbles. Stars, wow. His arms can’t pick him up anymore but it’s a gratifying cloud to ride. He shifts his legs, alleviating the weight of his body. “A little weak.”

She runs a hand on the back of his head, coaxing him to rest on her chest. “When did you know?” she asks, brushing hair off his damp forehead. “That you wanted to kiss me? You must have spent some time thinking about it before it happened.”

Terra smiles into her chest. Somehow, they’ve never talked about it. “Long after I knew I was going to marry you.”

He feels her laugh. “Is that so? I’m going to marry you?”

“You will.” He looks up at her grinning face. “I can see the future.”

She scoffs. “You can see my eyes rolling at you.”

“I knew before you did.”

“Prove it.”

“I was seven.”

“You’re older than me, that doesn’t count.”

“You asked me to have a tea party with you, but the one thing that bothered you most”—he brings up his hand, pinky out—“was that I wasn’t drinking my tea right.” He mimics the high pitch of a little girl’s voice. “Pinky out. Pinky out, Terra, don’t be a slob.”

She gapes. “I don’t remember any of that.”

With renewed will, he props himself up, leaning close so their noses touch. “I knew then. That early on.”

“Since when is this a competition?”

“Still the first to know.”

Aqua interrupts what she’s about to say, like she’s about to step into cold water. She’s having an epiphany. Vulnerable again, like she’s allowing him to cut her right down the middle.

“I love you.”

She says it like the touch of a high note on a piano, a beautiful accident.

He leans closer, lips to lips, whispering, “I still got there first.”

She laughs into him. “I suppose, but I was the first to say it.”

“Then I’ll be the second,” Terra says. Like coming home, a shelter to withstand the downpour, that births life to the roots, that thunders, that opens for a clear day, he brushes her hair out of her eyes. “I love you.”

“Too,” she corrects. “You love me, too.”

A knock on their door jolts them, like a hard punch to the stomach.

“Okay, Terra,” Ven says from the other side. “I thought about it and I’m trying out this knocking thing.”

Wrong timing. Wrong timing.

“I’m going to kill him,” Terra hisses, and against Aqua’s hushed chuckles, he throws the comforter off their bodies and announces, “Ven, we’re naked.”

The silence that comes after is as loud as the crash of a chandelier. Terra can feel Ven recoil, a tea pot at the verge of whistling. “I didn’t need to know that!” Terra is about to reply but Ven groans dramatically. “I AM NEVER GOING TO KNOCK ON YOUR DOOR AGAIN.”

Ven stomps away, and if the door was actually open, he’d slam it.

Terra sits on his knees, pinching his nose. It’s hot in this room. He feels clogged again, back at the edge of the cliff. He wants to strangle Ven for dragging the moment away from him. “Great, I pissed him off.”

“Poor Ven.” When she sits up, Terra pulls her to him, sitting her on one of his thighs. “I can’t predict if he’ll ever get over that,” she says, balancing herself by hooking her arms around his neck.

Terra presses his lips to her ear, whispering, “But I did predict that you wouldn’t stay mad at me for long.”

She slaps his bicep. “I haven’t seen what you’ve done yet. Don’t be so proud of yourself.”

“But I am.”

“You’re still a slob.”

Slobby as he is, Aqua hugs him dearly. Hold her, you never know when the dream will end. You never know when the cage takes you back.

“I don’t know if,” Terra says, “it will be difficult for me next time.”

“Then it may be difficult,” Aqua says, kissing his forehead. “But it will be okay.”

Hold her. Not passively. Not half-minded. Hold her tightly. Hold her in the quiet, undisturbed, uninterrupted.

A drop of hot liquid spills from between her legs and drips down his thigh, almost burning. When Terra looks down to see that it’s white, Aqua jumps.

“Oh,” she squeaks.

“Oh. That would be me.”

She squeals, hiding her blush. “I’m going to wash up.”

“Such a slob.”

Aqua giggles, looking him in the eye when she rubs his chest. “Come with me?”

“Go ahead.” He kisses her. “I’ll catch up.”

If anyone told him twelve years ago that hope feels like a long day full of small conversations, the anticipation of cleaning a messy room, Terra would have considered that cynical. A sarcastic joke, the loss of the will to dream.

Twelve years later, it’s the sound of the shower running that teaches him to look forward to the next day, when he wakes up next to her, when he prepares dinner with her, when he kisses her in the middle of the night and play all over again. Peace is a long-distance acquaintance, a pen pal that urges you to look at your day like a spectacle.

Terra leans back to twist the latch of the window open, letting the spring haze billow in. Much better, the room is cooler now. The sky is bluer somehow, the mountains as grand as a painting.

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Supergirl Season 2 episode 8 Medusa review part 2

If your curious part 1 was just my breakdown of Kara and Mon-els relationship that got way too long. But as always SPOILERS AND GAY THOUGHTS AHEAD

Me and kel get so excited when Lenas in an episode. Like practically giddy. I can’t help smiling when shes on screen honestly. And yes Katie McGrath is beautiful, but beyond that such a pretty smile and lovely voice. I’m sure ratings started to spike when she joined the cast. Okay enough about pretty girls on to the review

Tipsy fucking Alex though guys I can’t get over this mess of a person.

Alex: if I have to come out to my mom then I choose to do it drunk

Kara: no your not *yoinks beer*

Alex: wait no my coming out juice

Kara Danvers sneaky sneaker extraordinaire can totally interview Lena and find out Cadmus things without anyone knowing. The confidence this goofball has is top tier

Underrated relationship: Alex and Winn though. I really really love Winn and honestly Alex is such big sister energy to both him and Kara.

wow Lenas pretty in the interview scene. A touch of auburn hair from the sunlight really makes this shot and we never get to see her with her hair down. Fan service honestly, or maybe she heard a certain beef cake reporter was gonna come by and wanted to dazzel her.

Lena: hair up is for business. Hair down is for flirting friendship time with Kara

Poor baby thinks she falls short nooooo. Your doing your best godamn your only like 25 jesus. Kara give her a hug she needs love and affection

Kara thinks shes being so sneaky in this interview. Such a golden retriever, bad at sneakin. As soon as she toes the line Lena catches on and kicks her out. Really good acting in the scene, the subtle change in expression to show Lenas guard raising. Good job Katie.

Real quick Lena why is your office so ugly? How do you keep it clean? You spend 99% of your days in this place and its whiter than a hospital room. I hate it. Why is your desk an oval? and why does it have a hole in it? Kara cant eat you out in secret anymore damn.

OOHHHhhhh noooo the fucking gas bomb in the bar what the fuck. EVERYBODIES DEAD JESUS WHAT WAS THAT

Poor Mon-el. What happened at the bar was fucked up, and he feels like its fault when its obviously not.

Love that he and Kara are having bro time playing some Monopoly. Oh no not Kara asking if he likes her. Honestly thought these two had good chemistry in this scene. Im a sucker for dumbass not understanding certain words and phrases. So Kara having to reiterate her questions and finally being like “You don’t want to mate with me do you?” was super fun. Omegaverse vibes mfs. Although I am confused by mon-els reaction “I mean have you seen the kind of women I’ve been attracting?” I honestly don’t know what this means.

Kara internal reaction though: Oh thank god

Wow Kara really just has no regard for her own life, huh? she just opens the door and possibly contaminates herself. It’s good to want to help people, but love you gotta care about yourself too

Good reveal with the fortress of solitude. Oof Kara gonna feel like its her fault all those aliens died and mon-els sick. They do a really good job of showing Karas relationship with her parents through their holograms. She wants so badly to see them again, to talk to them. And she can, but not really. They just aren’t real.

Lena cattily to her mother: im used to celebrating holiday weekends alone at my desk

me to Kara: please invite her to thanksgiving

Okay so Lena being adopted is another interesting parallel to Kara. Also the fact that both Kara and Lena fall into there families shadows, and are left behhind or forgotten. Really interesting how Lena and Karas relationship is so similar to Clark and Lex’s for obvious purposes. Though the CW queer coding the fuck out of their relationship in Smallville really only adds to Supercorp fever. Its always been Homoerotic subtext Harold!

Me watching Lena and Lillian trade verbal blows: Wow ya’lls relationship is fucked up. Lex and Lionelle would spar and fence but you two are on another level jesus

oooooof that last line.

Lena: I know your lying

Lillian: and how could you possibly know that?

Lena: because you told me you loved me. And we both know thats not true

Who wrote this jesus fuck my heart. The PAIN.

Bonus thought Lena thinks Karas smart. Goofball beefcake sneaky sneakster who doesnt know the difference between flirting and friendship is smart she thinks. I love these idiots

Wow Kara just doesn’t wait huh? Oh cadmus is going to be at LCorp? Not on my watch. Lena’s there. I know this because I tune into her heart beat just to check on her cus she likes to work late. Don’t worry Alex it’s for friendship reasons.

That LCorp security guard got princess carried for .2 seconds. Best moment of his life.

God its like dark out. Lenas working on a holiday weekend into the night. I hate this, give her friends.

Lena looks so scared when Kara gets thrown into the giant LCorp sign

And then hurt Kara looking up at her with dread.

Kara internal: fuck don’t come out now. I came here to save you

God I love the protectiveness. Its *chefs kiss*. Hank throwing the beam at Lena and Kara even in her hurt state throwing herself in front of it. Sometimes self sacrifice is gay. But how Lena looks at her after wards like “I can’t believe I’m alive. I can’t believe she chose to save me”. Met with a gruff “Get out of here!”. mm yes this is my kind of content. Fight for me.

I was robbed an aftercare scene but I doubt it will be the last time. (*COUGHS* the “im leaving” phone call *COUGHS*)

Talking about the virus Eliza: what about Lena Luthor?

Kara: What about her?! (super defensive is also a super power maam)

Winn: Luthors can be pretty good actors

Kara: No, I looked into LENAS EYES. She doesn’t know anything about cadmus or her mother

J’onzz: Would you stake Mon-els life on that?

well I guess that really puts Lena and Mon-el right next to each other in priorities huh? Which one is more important?

Wow Lena totally has a crush on Supergirl after that. Flustered dork.

Lena: *laughs nervously* you know that doors not really an entrance

Kara: *upsettit stone face pupper*

Lena: :,)

Okay but the way Lena just says “Anything” all breathless and helpful when Kara says she needs her help. Shes crushin hard

Kara tells Lena her mother is in charge of Cadmus.

Lena: >:(

Annnd the crush is dead. That did not last long. Really love that Lena has such a different relationship with Kara vs Supergirl though, good dynamic having her reactions so different. Which I believe actually relates as a Clark and Lois parallel? Seeing as how Lois has two separate relationships with Clark and Superman.

OOf the way Lenas throat bobs with genuine sadness because who she thought Supergirl was is wrong. Shes just like the rest of them. Thinks Lena is just another crazy Luthor. It hurts

Kara: I know what its like to be disillusioned by our parents, but Im a pretty good judge of character, and you are not like your mother. She is cold and dangerous. And you are too good and too smart to follow in her path. Be your own Hero.

Wow just what a good line. They are capable of some things here and there arent they? Melissa's delivery on this is excellent. And the way Katie McGrath is able to show such depth of sadness and bitterness even from a shot of her BACK is really cool. Great acting in this scene in particular. And I can see why the “desperation to be good” is such a highlighted part of these two relationship. Its the one thing in common between Lena and Supergirl, the place where they can meet in the middle. And the way Lena looks after her as she leaves! AHHH thats the good shit, the pining

Okay big Mon-el scene in coming so if you dont want to hear my ranting skip over this part.

Funny how as soon as Kara has this big impactful scene with Lena full of tension and emotion the writers were like: shit we almost forgot Mon-els dying.

Kara: *staring sadly back into Lenas office kind of wanting to go back in*

Writers: *cough cough* KARA He’s DYINGGGG

Kara: Oh shit right. Mon-el Oh no. My *looks at poorly written handwriting on her palm* romantic interest?

Wow Mon-el looks like shit, poor guy. Someone swaddle this pillow princess and get him some soup.

Heres a question. Kara is visibly upset that Mon-el is dying. Is it because she’s sad that the guy shes likes is dying. Because her friend is dying? Because her father created the virus thats killing him (what the writers want us to think)? Or because no matter what Kara does the people she loves keep falling through the cracks and shes helpless to stop it?

Her parents. Clark. Her adoptive father. Now Lena. Now Mon-el. Why can’t she ever do anything? Why is it always her fault? This poor kid has some deep seeded abandonment issues

Mon-el: you know you look beautiful with the weight of all these worlds on your shoulders.

I do remember my reaction here, cus I thought this was a weird line. A line that was obviously meant to be romantic and complimentary, but it felt unsettled in my stomach. Coming back and watching the scene it sits even more uncomfortably there. He obviously means well, but this line is kind of just shitty. Its a very selfish and unthoughtful thing to say to someone.

Kara’s entire fucking life has revolved around other people and making sure they are happy and taken care of. But having “failed” at such a young age to do the impossible things asked of her (carrying on Kryptons legacy, raising Clark) she overcompensates. Any normal person would just make their life revolve around their family and friends, not healthy but it works. But Kara feels responsibility over an entire world of lost people and lives. So the amount she overcompensates is ungodly. She does have the weight of worlds on her shoulders. This is not a joke or hyperbole. Its just her life. And thats so fucking shitty. And to have someone actually see that and acknowledge it. To make it a reality so to speak. Then to have them say “yeah you look good like this” while you’re a shaking Atlas being crushed. It is just a little too much isn’t it? That pain to have someone see you finally, and then completely miss the point. For them to go “oh wow your so strong. your so brave” instead of “let me help you. you shouldn’t have to do this at all, forget by yourself. But now I am here”.

I imagine this was the scene that crowned my darling himbo boy Mon-Hell? Which is so unfortunate. I hope Im wrong, but I feel that his character might just end up a big missed opportunity

I want everyone to know that me and Kel screamed through the entire enxt few seconds of the scene. We knew the kiss was coming from how they were building it up. But god was it painful, especially for it to be delivered after a line like THAT. But yeah very loud angry screaming

Also not to be that bitch but Kara and Mon-els scene was a total of 1:53 RT, and Kara and Lenas ran at a 1:57 RT. Just sayin...

No Lena don’t be evil thats too sexy...

Okay but the way that Lena just tricks Lillian is so good. Shes so clever. And added bonus she makes her ask for her help, which is nice actually. Lillian's obvious vice is weakness and that is often shown in embarrassment. A woman like this asking for help borders that line of weakness and its nice to see on such a dislikable character. Lena didn’t just get what she wanted she got a point over her mother.

Lena looks good in the purple coat. Repeat she is pretty

Love the mental chess game between Lena and Lillian. Lena offering help right off the bat and giving her the isotope free of charge. And then Lillian making Lena launch the virus to prove herself. Good stuff.

Kara appears: don’t do it Lena!

Lena: why not? im a luthor

Okay so obviously Lena switched the Isotope and the Virus won’t work. But thats what makes this line so perfect. Throwing it back in Supergirls face. Like “Yeah, Im a luthor. And Ill show you what im capable of.” But instead of mass death and destruction Lena saves the day. She saved thousands of lives, and its because shes a Luthor that she was able to do that. Really nice way to full circle that

Wow Lillian really just starts booking it without Lena, huh? bitch

I really love the scene of the virus falling all around National City. The choice of an orangish snow falling was a really really good one. Paired with some excellent music for the mid season finale.

Its sad but I do love Hank just being ready and at peace with death. Im sure he misses his wife and daughters.

Okay but Lena calling the cops is tea. Send your mom to jail honey.

So we’re really not gonna talk about how Lena saved everyones asses? Like don’t you think Supergirl would want to talk to the woman that A) kind of tricked her, and B) saved National City. Thats just what makes sense??? But no we’re going to ignore that the DEO is a kind of shit at their job sometimes. And that the woman that they were accusing of having a part to play in all the xenophobic shit is the one who did their job. BY HER SELF.

Okay rant over. This was a long one review dear god. Really really good episode though. I enjoyed rewatching all the scenes even if it was a mixed bag of feelings. Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed all the screaming!

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