#but who knows and even if it does this will be yet another thing that takes the littlest bits of muscle tissue i have on me away once again

[bi-writes]

Ex husband!Ghost that just shows back up in your house (no matter how many times you've moved without saying a word) anytime he's on leave.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" (18+)

he's standing outside your new flat. he's still wearing his gear and that god-awful mask that you hate so much. if his eyes could change color, they would be red—they're dark with something foul, something that is your fault, but you have no obligation to this man anymore.

that doesn't seem to register with him.

this is the fourth new flat you've moved into within the last year. you keep signing very short leases, picking up and leaving again, but he finds you—every time. he must have sewn a tracker into one of your things; maybe a beloved purse of yours or inside some valued heirloom that he knows you'd never part with. he's such a sick bastard, you don't know what you ever saw in him, you don't know what ever made you feel like you could stand in front of him and God and make factitious vows about a future that never would be.

he's disgusting. he smells like the desert, and his boots are caked with mud. his clothes smell like they've been worn for days, coated with dried sweat and grime, and he reeks like the cigarettes you see peeking out from his jacket pocket. he walks into your flat anyways, not bothering to take anything off, and he sits himself down on your couch and spreads his legs like he's been here before, numerous times, like this is where he lives.

you threw away all his things. you burned the papers that remained. you tossed the rest of his shit that didn't fit in trash bags out the window of the last place you lived, so why the fuck is he in your flat, and why does he seem so fine with it?

"get your dirty ass off my couch, and get out."

ghost is like a fixture there. he picks his head up from where it was laying against the cushions, and he glares at you as he lays his palms against his thighs. he clicks his tongue, sucking on his teeth, and he just stares at you.

the audacity.

but you can't help it. when he thinks you're not looking, he looks at that photo in his wallet—the one with people who aren't here anymore, the worn, scratchy picture that's fading with age and use, and you get that pit in your stomach all over again, the same one you got when you served him the papers for the first time.

ghost is all alone.

he's all alone.

that's why he's at your table. eating your food. that's why he's in your bathroom, having a hot shower, that's why his clothes are in your washing machine (the only ones he owns anymore), and that's why he's laying in your bed, on his side, masked face against a silk pillow as he pumps his cock lazily.

he has no shame. he groans audibly, he says your name, and he hums with delight when you shriek with anger at his cum on your fresh cotton sheets.

but he's all alone.

it feels like way when you hike your sleep shirt up and sit down on him. it feels that way when he pushes you to sit up on his lap, chin against his chest so he can watch your hips shift and your tits bounce as you hold it up with your teeth and whine. it feels like he's lonely when he thumbs at your clit and comes too fast, making a mess between your thighs as his thick cum coats his unkempt hair.

when you try to pull off, he digs his thick fingers into your ass and holds you there.

he's lonely. so he's not done yet.

it's a nasty sight. ghost keeps you there, fixed on his cock, and even when you whimper from overstimulation, he holds you down and tugs at your pebbled nipples as he mumbles about how warm it is here. ghost can't waste another minute, especially not with his name attached to you anymore—he needs to make every orgasm count, so he doesn't have time to hear you whine, he needs to keep you there, and he needs to keep you fat and pleasured and sticky.

he likes missionary the most. he likes feeling your thighs tense up around his hips, and he likes being able to pin you down and keep you underneath him. but most of all, he likes pressing against your tummy, and he likes closing his eyes and grunting, feeling the tip of his cock just underneath his palm. it gives him a sick sense of satisfaction knowing he's so deep inside of you, branding you like he knows only he can. there's a shape inside of your cunt that he fills better than anyone else, and your wobbly legs and curled toes and open-mouth moans only encourage his disgusting sense of ownership.

you can sign whatever fucking papers you want to sign, he's carved his name in your pussy, and that's for life.

[un-fwuit-un-fwog]

Sometimes, crying is the strong thing.

Part eight of The Rain series

Synopsis: Jamil and Kamil visit The Prefect in the infirmary after Ramchackle's collapse.

TW: Kalim is ooc(? (Personally I think it's just a side of his character we haven't seen), the usual for this series ig

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 (here), Part 9 (coming soon), . . .

After Idia's visit, you were given another period of rest. The reason was given as not wanting to make you too exhausted with too many consecutive visits in a short period of time.

Your first visitor after your rest period was Jamil.

You didn't even notice him enter. You were only alerted to his presence when the savory scent of a homecooked meal wafted into your nose.

You tilted your head to look at him and were met with the boy's ever-stoic expression. "I know you like that one dish I make, so I crafted up a version of it that would be easier to digest and not too rough on your stomach." He set the insulated bag on your nightstand as he spoke.

You had been given longer to recover than last time, so by now your throat was doing much better. It wasn't in tip-top shape, but it was better: good enough for you to have simple conversations. "Thank you, Jamil." your voice was raspy from misuse and hardly recognizable as your own.

"There's no need to thank me. It was a simple task." Jamil brushes off your thanks and takes a seat in the chair next to your bed. "Kalim will be coming tomorrow, although, I'm sure you've already been informed."

You nod softly at his words. "I was surprised to see his visit listed as after yours."

Jamil's mouth forms a firm line: "Yes, well, this isn't a scenario I was willing to put myself after him in."

His words were spoken in his usual, nonchalant tone, but the significance of them wasn't lost on you. "I'm proud." you smile.

Jamil simply scoffs before taking the bag off your nightstand and pulling out a thermos. "I heard you can't eat on your own at the moment." he explains as he opens the container and pulls a spoon from the bag. He shifts to take a comfortable position next to you on the bed, being sure to be hyper aware of all of your injuries as he does.

He spends most of his visit feeding you and explaining to you the situation with Ramshackle (only after he made sure you were up to hearing it, of course). After the incident, Kalim had demanded a team be brought in to check the remains of the building for any sign of sabotage. He was worried that after the VDC, someone who may have had it out for him had heard of his stay there and his friendship with you and shifted their target to you. The scene was certainly compromised from the initial rain and the use of Leona's unique magic, but there was still plenty to investigate. The moment the team Kalim hired showed up a barrier was put over the scene to prevent any further damage (a spell all the teachers made sure to learn from them (the rescue would have been easier on everyone (especially you) after all if the rain hadn't been a factor.)) No foul play was found in the typical sense. However, there were many 'repairs' that bordered on malice with how poorly they were done. That and the multitude of complaint letters found in the Headmage's office, proving he was aware of the dire state Ramshackle dorm was in, were used as evidence for his arrest.

There's a moment of silence as Jamil packs the thermos and spoon back into the bag before he speaks: "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Many of those letters to the Headmage were from me. I saw the state the dorm was in during the VDC, but I took no action to help you further than simply sending in letters. I'm supposed to be a guard trained for disaster, yet I failed to protect you from one that I so clearly saw coming."

"Jamil-"

"No. Don't. I know what you're thinking. I-. . .I just wanted to get that off my chest." With those words, he abruptly takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, and leaves.

He was right. He was trained to be a guard capable of handling any disaster that came his way. He was trained to keep his demeanor calm so as not to cause any extra stress to a victim. He performed his job beautifully in that aspect.

However, the twitch of his eyes as he left so abruptly and the soft choked sounds coming from the other side of the door didn't escape you.

"I hope you know just how warm your food was. How much it made me feel loved." you mumble. Whether or not your words reach him through the door, you're unsure.

Kalim was indeed next; however unrecognizable he was.

His face lacked its usual cheery charm and was instead overtaken by a seriousness you'd never see in him before.

He walked in and stood next to your bed, examining you. Without a word, he sat a small, safe distance from you on the bed.

Just as you were about to speak, he broke the silence: "My family is covering the legal fees that will come with the court case following Dire Crowley's arrest. I'll make sure you get the justice you deserve."

He spoke so coldly that you had to do a double take to make sure this was really Kalim. You knew that he was touchy on the subject of poison: having had people make attempts on his life in that manner before. You also knew that he was the one who ordered the investigation that got Crowley arrested in the first place, but you hadn't expected this change in demeanor.

"You may think I'm going overboard," he mutters "but as far as I'm concerned, his negligence might as well equate to an attempt on your life. Those deserve to be taken seriously."

His expression is cold, so much so it gives you chills. "Kalim." you whisper.

He cuts you off. "I want to." It's like he read your mind.

He gently brushes your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead. Taking one of your hands in his, he rubs gentle circles on it with his thumb. "Rest." he mumbles.

You can tell that his eyes have begun to water. "Rest with me?"

He's hesitant, but he lays down, keeping his careful distance while still holding your hand. The moment his head hits the pillow he's out like a light. You can only imagine how little sleep he's been getting.

As the tears dribble down his sleeping face, you gently reach out to swipe them away.

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⊹ ! ೀ Pile 1 ꒱

(Mostly explicit messages)

So recently, you’ve been feeling horny all the time. Like, I’m literally getting that you feel horny even after you’ve orgasmed. Your body gets turned on without any external stimuli and you start feeling knots in your thighs, making you crave a release. Maybe for most people, even short orgasms cut it but for you even average length ones don’t seem to do it. If your orgasms are short or average length, you might be too sensitive to masturbate right away but you aren’t satisfied and crave a longer, and more satisfying one. You want your orgasms to be something that you experience for a longer time and ones that you experience with your entire body. Right now, you seem to be learning a lot about your own sexuality. I’m so sorry but I’m not getting any other messages except sexual ones here. Your soul is likely a very sexual one? Another thing is that no matter who you are, your nipples are extremely sensitive. They’re so sensitive that many of you may be scared of touching them yourselves. Even if you do touch them, the mere idea of pressing onto them makes you feel tingly all over but in an uncomfortable manner. However, here’s the interesting thing, you may not know it yet but you would really enjoy nipple play of some sort. It does not have to be something too extravagant, could literally just be the other person sucking your tits while touching you. Many of you might not finger yourself and might simply just rub your clit. Even if you do finger yourself, the clit is very important to you. This is not how I was intending this reading to go, I’m not sure what’s going on because this is supposed to be a soul reading and I was expecting anything but this. However, I’m just rolling with it because sexual pleasure seems to be very important to you 😭. I’m trying to look into something that’s not about sex, masturbation and orgasms but I’m not getting anything yet. I think that unless I finish whatever the spirit and your soul is trying to get through to you, I won’t be able to tap into anything else about your soul. So well, you liked to be talked through it and be taught things. You also want your sexual partner to learn from you and to press your pleasure points. Your clit is very important to you. You likely can’t imagine sex without the clit being involved in some way. Maybe sometimes you’d be fine with it but on most days and nights, you prefer being rubbed and licked down there, devoured actually. You want to see your partner pussy drunk. I’m getting a certain image in my mind, you want your future spouse to be unwilling to move their head from in between your legs even when you tug at their hair, try to pull them away, try to push them away or cry out. You want them to be addicted to eating you out almost, you want them to get lost during it. You also have a thing for seeing their tongue work its magic down there. It might sound gross to some of you and you might not admit it but you find the idea of kisses after oral really hot, and if you don’t, you will find it hot when it’s actually happening. You seem to like the tongue a lot so you might naturally like kissing when doing it. I believe that right now you crave to be able to take more care of yourself physically and sexually. You already are but it’s almost like you’re insatiable.

Some of you might have a roommate, might sleep with your sister or mother, or something like that causing you to not have enough privacy but even so, you manage to find ways to indulge in that pleasure in whatever way you can and whenever you can. However, there’s a desire to experience pleasure in a very grounded manner, more times than you usually do in a day and feel, and indulge in the sensation of being blissed out, and warm in your thighs, feet, genitals and stomach. You may want to have the time, space and privacy to edge for a long time and experience a long orgasm that feels very whole, and spreads throughout the body rather than just stays in the genital area. At your core, you’re someone who wants to learn and teach others, and have a respectful reputation. There’s something about wanting to work with others and naturally being cooperative as long as there’s a shared vision. Your soul is currently craving genuineness, self care and being taken care of. You want to nurture and receive the same nurturing back. You desire stability, security and assets of some sort, possibly land or gold. You’re also desiring a physical glow up and to be grounded enough to remain humble. You want to be someone who doesn’t break character easily and is self assured because you’re grounded rather than having a prideful self assurance that’s more fiery in nature. You want the best of the best for your soul. That’s what your soul craves and for that, you want to become the best of the best too. You’re someone who is more long term oriented and values things like ethics, values, morality, stability and commitment. Which is why despite wanting to be touched and experience orgasms, you settle for ‘self care’ because you don’t want to give your body away to just anyone. You hold yourself to really high regard to do something like that. Your soul craves to be more mature and to progress in life, and career. Also, to be in domestic and secure environments. Your soul wants you to take care of yourself from within. “Working out is not enough if you’re not watching your diet.” Not my words, that’s just what I heard. The vibe that I keep on getting is the queen of ants or bees who is looked after and not only everyone is set on taking care of her but also she’s the first priority. Like, if there’s danger, they move her to the safest spot. That’s what you want except that you’re human and you genuinely desire to nurture too. You’re either already very independent but because you closed off in the past, you’re learning how to be giving and nurturing, I don’t think this part ever left you but you still want to experience it to the fullest or you’re giving and nurturing learning how to be more independent, or you’re all three giving, independent and nurturing but because you know your worth, you’re not willing to give it away to just anyone but you’re able to do so to people who need it but you’re still genuinely fine with being alone and you’re self sufficient too. For example, underprivileged children or old people who are living in this world of capitalism and inflation. The third one is what your soul desires to be like. You want to be independent, nurturing and giving but fine with being by yourself, and in fact, content with being as such. Right now, you’re learning about your sexual nature and desires. Majority of the reading was simply about your sex drive so well, I’ll leave you to take care of yourself. I hope that you liked it. Thank you for reading, much love and take care.

⊹ ! ೀ Pile 2 ꒱

You’re someone who can be pretty in friendships and that’s because you mostly feel unwelcome or disconnected from groups of people. Even if they’re welcoming, you don’t feel that connection with them. Even so, you are able to appreciate people for who they are and connections for welcoming you even if you don’t feel that synergy with them. So you have two sides, one side of you is overindulgent in socialising while the other is more of a loner. You’re someone who may start disconnecting from a group overtime. Like when you first meet them, you might really vibe with them because you’ve experienced being left out so you try to include everybody but as time starts passing by, you start leaning into yourself and withdrawing. You seem to have dealt with gossip, falling out with friends, friends affecting you negatively, people misunderstanding you, excluding you or you yourself feeling like an outcast. Also, other people preferring someone else over you. You have dealt with betrayal in friendships and romance, specifically being left for or replaced by someone else. Your soul is desiring travelling and experiencing things that make you feel young, and alive i.e. adventure! For example, stargazing, camping, travelling to different places with different conditions like beaches, mountains, cities, etc. Also, some of you might have a decision to make. You might currently be contemplating leaving something or someone. Your soul knows deep down that you deserve better than this and it’s leaning towards you leaving. For some reason, if you make the decision to leave, it has to be sudden, almost impulsive but something that you don’t look back from. You might have a lot of memories with this situation or person (could be multiple people too), or even if that’s not the case, some level of familiarity is what is stopping you from letting go. You are being told to leave. For some of you, you’ve already left. If this is a person, i’m picking up on them making you feel like an option or choosing someone else over you, or something like that? The vibe that I’m getting here is more platonic than romantic but it could be a friendship that borders on romance i.e. basically someone who sucks you dry by taking all the benefits of a romantic relationship but choosing others over you. Hell, you might not even be treated like an option. There are many different situations coming through here. Some of you may be dealing with friends having turned against you and leaving you out. Some of you may be dealing with mistreatment at school, university or work and might be contemplating leaving. The common theme is that there are two paths here and your soul craves to let go, and seek more, to discover that the grass is greener on the other side. However, some of you have already made this decision, possibly even a long time ago and are craving to progress further.

Your soul craves to experience life in a pure and passionate way, by travelling, achieving your goals and being in environments, and with people who appreciate you, share similar visions and don’t make you feel bad. You have dealt with feeling like you’re not worth committing to, that others always have someone else they prefer over you, being treated as if you don’t have feelings, being treated as not even an option, being treated as an emotional punching bag, being used for your emotional labour, having friends turn against you, getting humiliated and mocked by acquaintances, etc. If you have left and let go already, all of you are different stages. Some of you may still be haunted by the emotions of the past if it’s still fresh, some of you have grown a lot and have found more emotional stability, and understand that it’s good that things are not the same but you still want more growth, passion and experiences in your life. All of you are headed towards growth. If you’re struggling with leaving, I’ve gotta tell you that the grass is in fact greener on the other side. You might have to walk for a bit in order to get to where the grass is green but you need to get there, that’s the only good decision that you can make for yourself in this situation. Currently, you’re learning how to let go of familiar people if they betray or hurt you no matter how long you’ve known them for. Physically for those of you who haven’t left yet and mentally for those of you who have. Many of you have made significant progress in this process of leaving, letting go and doing better. You might think about the past but it’s not something you want to ever go back to and for the most part, you have let go of many emotions that you felt back then because you’ve significantly matured and are craving something different, something more. When you look back, you understand that you deserved better than that so many of you do not even acknowledge them as people you cared about. You seem to have understood that you were taken advantage of and because you deserved, and do deserve better, you have removed yourself from those situations of the past, acting as though they never even happened and you have a resolve to make sure to never repeat history again. It’s not even denial or avoidance, it’s just that you have grown so much that you don’t identify with that version of yourself anymore. If you haven’t left yet, this is what’s awaiting you when you leave. You’re going to become someone who is not willing to and doesn’t feel the need to help everyone, and does not care about familiarity or memories and focuses on what people are doing in the present instead. Also, you’ll not think of the past as something grand when it comes to other people, you’re going to think of it as grand when it comes to you because it will have made you who you are and you’ll be proud of how you used to be too.

You’re not going to be happy about having been used but you’re going to appreciate how innocent you were, how loving you were, your own willingness to do and try until the end. There’s going to be a feeling of you not having lost anything while the other parties lost the best. You’re currently maturing and letting go of the past no matter who you are. Even if you have accepted that you deserved better and have stopped acknowledging your past, it’s something that you think about, and are still letting go of. You’ve forgiven the past especially yourself but you know that you deserved better so you’ll never forgive the people who did what they did and let them have access to you again. There’s something about leaving the home and adulting, it might happen within the next three years at most for many of you. You’ve already started adulting though and it has matured you significantly. You don’t mind weakening connections and even leaving them behind completely because you have experienced really bad things in the past, and have been stuck in the past and nostalgia in the past, and you even tried until the end, seeming desperate so you have outgrown that and know that nothing good is going to come out by trying too hard unless the other person is actively making sure to get somewhere with you as well. You seem to be healing trauma regarding your younger self i.e. childhood, school days, innocent connections like the first loves, etc. You see the past for what it was, the good and the bad, and so you do not idealise it but you do not exactly hate it either, it’s sorta bittersweet, many parts of it but you’re at peace to have grown into who you’ve grown into but you just want something new, fresh, different, familiar but mature. You want to share a close and comfortable connection with people, and share a natural bond that makes them feel familiar to you but you want more than what you’ve experienced, you want something real and won’t engage with them if they repeat patterns of the past for you because you’ve outgrown them. If not, you’re in the process of doing so. You’ve only become more pure over time. Your capacity to love has become more innocent but more mature at the same time so you may not consider things of the past to be ‘love’ as per se. You acknowledge what you’ve given but you don’t identify with your past self who put up with so much bullshit. You desire more and want better for yourself. In the past, you seem to have had lost your sense of fun and adventure due to experiences, and people depleting you. Instead, you were playing small and sticking with them out of familiarity but you’ve gotten your passion and curiosity back, and want to go from there, grow from there. I hope that the reading gave you clarity. Thank you for reading, much love and take care.

⊹ ! ೀ Pile 3 ꒱

On the soul level, you’re someone goal oriented who’s supposed to pursue your goals unabashedly and unapologetically even if it means upsetting or hurting others. However, despite this sort of drive and approach to your goals, you are a very soft person. You seem to lack assertiveness and do not even know how to fight back verbally. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t even react. What seems to have happened is, you were very driven and ambitious growing up but somewhere along the way you lost focus, and lost your way. You became directionless and reckless, and developed almost like an inferiority complex. You’ve always low-key had one because you seem to have contradictory traits and two of those traits that contradict each other are inferiority, submissiveness, inability to speak up and lack of assertiveness, and extreme ambition, drive and a sharp ass tongue. It might sound impossible for both these sides to exist within the same person but they do exist within you. Let me put it like this, your soul is more action oriented than a talker. However, some of you fell victim to a ���talker’ not realising that most people are not action oriented like you? This is not the case for most of you. So, because your soul is action oriented, when you were younger, you were self assured and more focused on getting things done than standing up for yourself, it caused you to have a more submissive side and image but on the inside, you’re the most driven person ever with a lot of aggressiveness and assertiveness, it’s just that it manifests differently. One example that I can give you that I believe all of you are going to relate with is that you can get very annoyed, impulsive, sharp with words or tone and firm when you’re bothered while you’re completing a task or doing your work. You hate distractions and want to be left alone during such times. You lack assertiveness but you’re action oriented and that’s how you assert yourself. You might run your mouth or did so when you were younger and excited, in regard to your vision, ideas, endeavours because you had the end goal in mind but standing up for yourself aggressively through words, that’s not really you. I feel like the main thing with you is that you struggle with aggressiveness and assertiveness with acquaintances, and those who you’re not close to but when you’re comfortable enough with someone or know them well enough, you know exactly what to say in order to hit a nerve. This is what I meant when I called you ‘sharp tongued’ earlier. When you lost your sense of direction and forgot yourself, you had no real purpose so it led to your confidence and self assuredness disappearing, and your inferiority complex getting stronger. When you were still driven, you didn’t really have an inferiority complex in an extreme way but it was more like, you knew that certain people had certain things in life and skills that you didn’t have, and because you weren’t much of a talker in an assertive manner.

It was something that intrigued you plus you were simply just curious about life because you were young. However, because you were doing your best and had a drive, a purpose in life, you didn’t feel as inferior internally but when you got distracted and lost your direction, your energy that was not well directed just ended up feeding into your inferiority complex. Also another thing that I’m getting that not all of you are going to resonate with is that you would be great at handling conflicts with your fists. You’re calm and seem almost submissive on the outside but internally very passionate and driven, and this drive translates to you needing a lot of physical release which means ‘orgasms’ xD. However, if you get back to finding direction and being yourself (many of you already have), you’re going to become self serving and self assured. You’re going to become someone whose actions are pretty unpredictable because you have opposing and contradictory character traits. You have a rude side to you too. It’s very interesting how many different sides you possess. A good trait that you possess is that you separate your ambitions from your personal life. For example, if your friend wants something you too want, you won’t hesitate to go get it and it’s not like you feel hostile towards them, it’s just that you are going after your goals with your own hard work and efficiency. Your soul is desiring one on one connections right now. There’s a craving to find true love, romantically and even platonically. You want to have a friendship in which you are so close that others don’t even stand a chance to come in between. A friendship so fulfilling that romance is not even a need but you’re also craving romance, you want mutual love that is full of respect and joy. You want to have connections in which people have your best interests at heart. You want to be with someone with whom you’re a unit, a team. One in which you mutually respect and even appreciate, and adore each other’s differences. You want connections that are open and honest, and everyone takes part with equal effort. The most important part of what I’m stating is ‘mutuality’, you need this kind of connection to be mutual, that’s what you crave. You value loyalty and think that consideration is the highest form of love, you consider those you love and you want them to understand that your go getter nature is not meant to threaten them. In the past, due to this go getter nature of yours, you may have failed to consider other people or even if you did, they didn’t see past all the times that you didn’t. It seems to be more of an ego thing for them. For example, you both wanted the same position and you got it then you both wanted to be friends with the same person, and you got it and then you both wanted the same guy but out of respect and loyalty, you decided not to engage with him but he grew to like you despite your lack of engagement.

It leads to others misunderstanding and growing aggressive towards you so you want a connection in which you’re understood, and are able to work with the other person’s best interests at heart because I won’t lie, I understand why your actions have been perceived as selfish in the past. You’re just goal motivated and oriented, it’s not malicious intent but just the fact that you go and get what you want. However, another side of you is that despite being this way, you’re extremely considerate in connections i.e. one on one ones in which you trust and feel a sense of loyalty towards the other person. Everyone who sees you as selfish would have done the same thing as you if they got the opportunity to. They were people who you felt like were competitive with you too whether they admitted it or not so you do not need to feel bad. You want to have connections in which you’d consider the other person and they’d consider you. You have a desire for intimacy and depth one on one connections, both romantic and platonic ones. You value quality over quantity. So you’d be fine if you simply had one life long friend and one life long lover, in fact, that’s what you crave, that’s what you want. You may hold connections to be sacred and want to experience divinity in the form of connections. Some of you fell victim in some sort of one on one connection to someone who knew how to talk a really good game and was incredibly manipulative but were a bum action wise at least to you, but you weren’t able to tell at that time because you were so action oriented that you assumed that everyone was. You seem to have either learned or are learning the lesson to recognise those who keep people around for person needs and in order to boost their ego. You are developing silent power or are growing a realisation of the fact that your power is in the way you’re not asserting yourself outwardly but have a steady heart with a strong drive, a controlled mind and are action oriented. You have struggled with overthinking and a hyper active brain, you still might but most of you have learned how to tame it or are doing so right now. You demand and expect respect from others, and are a quiet thinker who does not express all their thoughts or are learning how to be. You seem to have been acquainted with your inner truth and that’s helping you find power in who you truly are. Like, you may be understanding that you don’t have to stand up for yourself verbally if mistreated or disrespected, instead you can just remove yourself from such an environment and focus on your own life, and goals. You think that that’s a power because there are people who will stand up for themselves verbally but will continue staying in that environment, not removing themselves from such cheap people and situations but you’re not like that. You may not react but you know how to respond through follow through actions. I hope that the reading was enjoyable and offered you some sort of direction. Thank you so much for reading, much love and take care.

[wren--bee]

Firstly, not letting these tags hide.

Secondly- I’ve been talking to a friend who has yet to play the game and giving my impressions without spoilers. And I talked at length about choices in the other games. Many of them are very obvious- either obvious to the player, or obvious in character, including a fair amount of “take a third option”.

And… you know, I love the first three games. (Especially DAO and DA2. Yes it’s at least partly nostalgia.) But there aren’t many times I’ve really agonised over choices. I don’t remember ever stopping and going “I have NO idea what to do.” (I HAVE gone “nooo that’s not what I meant to do at all!” but that’s another matter.) With DAV there have been choices I’ve been unsure about, options I’ve explored differently and changed my perspective on, things I’ve chosen to do and found myself regretting. (The thing about Davrin’s quest and the First Warden is one example because I had NO idea it had an impact later until I played it differently!)

The really interesting thing is that the choices you make are so tied into your perspective, your views- or possibly those of your characters. And not in a way which makes taking another path nonsensical or illogical or just plain evil! It’s just- how do you view the world? Culture? Heritage? Family, hopes, dreams, anger, grief, oh especially grief? These choices are grounded in real perspectives, real depth- it’s not “be nice to everyone or murder someone”, or even “risk people to take a third option and make everything perfect with no downsides.”

Bioware has a tendency to pull its punches with its choices, and I think it’s because a lot of players will refuse to engage with the pain of the choice. (Cue Mass Effect 3 and its “in war you must make hard choices but there are also definitely Best Choices here.”) Look at the people who decide there’s a “correct” answer to Treviso vs Minrathous! But the best choices in games are the ones which aren’t “moral decisions”, good vs evil. They’re the ones which are interesting, which challenge us to look at ourselves and ask why we make a choice, why we do certain things, why we consider this more important than that- and give us an insight into people who might feel otherwise by making the other choice valid too.

And yeah. To back up those tags… Veilguard does do that extremely well.

I'm a little irked by people saying that Origins had moral dilemmas, though. You can complete the whole game no problem by being kind and the "evil" choices are never advantageous. The game teases you with "you need this dark thing to win" but you never do. I guess that's part of the story, though. For example the option to broker peace between the elves and werewolves cheapens that story (As I always pick it, what reason is there to not?)

Some people's definition of a "moral dilemma" is the Megaton choice in Fallout 3. The choice is nuke a city for fun or don't nuke a city. That's not a moral dilemma that's just bullshit. Just because you are given the choice to do an evil thing doesn't make it a moral dilemma. It's an option to do an evil thing.

The impossible choice with no right outcomes that was Treviso vs Minrathous is something that the games before could have used a LOT more of.

[meekreverie]

"FLOWER OR HEART?" ✦ ݁ ২

ㅤㅤCHOI SOOBIN x FEM!READER ⟢ : fluff, smut, fingering, making out, a bit of size difference, teasing, soft dom!soobin.. — still thinking about this Soobin.. yeah.. word count : 842

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Hanging out with your boyfriend Soobin in your bedroom. He always looks so cute and handsome, today was no different. Effortlessly dressed in his casual attire, a simple shirt and jeans. The way his outfit wraps perfectly around his whole body, his small waist showing off. it still makes your stomach flutter. But you haven't complimented it to him about that.. yet.

Both of you guys are on your bed laughing while you put on cute stickers on him. He's so sweet and kind, just letting you do all these things to him. Always letting you drag him whatever you want to do because he's happy enough that you enjoy spending time with him.

You were trying to choose another sticker while he gently wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you closer unto his lap. "Soobin, which one?" you asked him, trying to decide from another heart shaped sticker or a flower design one. Looking at your lovely boyfriend who's already adorned with multiple stickers. And with Soobin who also has the most adorable view just admiring his girlfriend pouting at him with a question.

Both of you just stared at each other for a moment, completely smitten with one another. "Hmm, I can't choose either, baby. Why not both?" he says as he rubs his hands to your sides and curves. "No, pick this time. That's also your answer for the past few sticker packs." you whined at him. He chuckled at your behavior "The small flower.”

“Okay, the flower it is,” you mumbled softly, picking the colorful flower gem from the sticker sheet. Placing it delicately at the corner of his eyes. You feel his hands continuing to wander further, making you shiver as you look at him. You leaned closer to his face and gave him a peck on the lips to hide your flustered look. But it doesn’t go unnoticed by him as he pulls you closer and kisses you again. Making you melt against his soft lips, deepening the kiss.

Soobin smiles against your lips before trailing downwards to your neck. You sigh his name, trying your best to not squirm as you put another sticker on his hand this time. "Soobin..." Feeling his hands slip beneath the waistband of your shorts, it felt so good. "Can I, baby?" he whispered softly against your ear. A small nod came from you and allowed himself to slide past your panties.

He groaned at the way his fingers slid perfectly to your warm folds. Rubbing circles on your clit and continuesly teased your folds, making you squirm badly. Even getting more hot from each gentle stroke he does on you. Soobin watches you make these sweet sounds even when he hasn't even slipped in a single finger inside of you.

You have seemed to give up on focusing as you clinged unto his shirt. Writhing shyly against his delicate fingers that you decorated. He chuckled as he gently slipped one finger, making you gasp from the sensation. He felt you walls immediately clench so he uses his other hand to hold you down from moving too much, his strength was evident without even trying. He's just so big.

Soobin is obviously teasing you. The way he's cooing into your ear. "You can do it, baby. I know you can." The way he does everything in such a slow pace, it's too much for you. You feel every inch and movement of his finger as he continues to thrust it in and out of you so gently. And he loves it, he loves getting every reaction of you.

Peppering kisses around your face, making you feel even more drunk from the pleasure he's giving you. He makes his pace faster as he notices your sounds becoming louder. Your words are incoherent, but your boyfriend knows well what you need. Curling and brushing his finger against the sensitive spot inside of you makes you arch your back and moan so lovely.

Your movements became needier and needier. Heat pooling in your stomache. Your hips twitching, your drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, and you were getting breathless. It was a sight your boyfriend is already getting hard on as he knew you were so close. You never had to say anything about it. You let him do mostly everything for you, really, how sweet he is.

How sweet as well as he rubs your clit again with his thumb and still has the same pace in fucking you with his finger even when you were already clenching him so tight. The both of you moaning as you hit your orgasm.

Soobin presses his soft lips against you as you came down from your high, making you whine. Telling you compliments how adorable and good you are.

"Still going to put stickers on me, love? There's still a lot left, it's a waste if you didn't use it." he whispered, before pulling out of your warm and satisfied cunt. His hand covered stickers glistening with your essence.

★ sincerely, meekreverie

[sgiandubh]

(Perhaps) the right end of the stick?

Just before the sordid show of which I have been the unwilling subject, I have promised you my take on this whole Mexican charade and I intend to settle this once and for all.

In the meanwhile, I have been watching with a jubilatory smirk, from the side wings of the fandom, how the dots have been, as always, connected in the most mendacious possible way. And how rivers of pixels have ran amok with the utmost minutiae regarding that distillery trip to San Sebastián del Oeste.

For what is worth, everyone kept an eye exclusively on the Czech young woman, simply because that was the narrative to be sold to S's fandom. And what I believe is the wrong end of the stick, waterfall sound tidbit on top. But we know that, at least ever since that (in)famous 'Go, Sarah', right?

Despite my hinting in comments, almost nobody asked themselves anything of substance about The Fan, whose first selfie with S gave away the getaway (see what I just did here?).

This lady, to be more precise - forgive me, but I think you might not remember her, right?

Or should I rather say Dr. Sarah and Mrs Solange Neustadter, judging by her dual, and even manifold, online persona?

First, there was Dr. Sarah Neustadter, PhD, specialized in clinical and transpersonal psychology and author of Love You Like the Sky, a rather well received book on grief management and coping mechanisms, after someone's suicide:

[Source: https://sarahneustadter.com/about/]

Up until now, there is strictly nothing to write home about. Enter Mrs. Solange Neustadter, who is really Dr. Neustadter's version 2.0. With a slightly different profile, personal brand and short-term projects:

[Source: https://www.instagram.com/solange_neue/]

She is supposedly an OL/S fan, but how come there is zero OL-related content on her Instagram page? Not the slightest shred of an allusion, while we do have many references to travel (with Mexico a firm favorite), Anthony Bourdain, comparative mythology authors like Joseph Campbell and his Hero with a Thousand Faces (a great read I highly recommend, by the way), etc. And even her former boyfriend, that she unfortunately lost to suicide - hence the book, which I believe is a very good one.

Things become perhaps more interesting once we move to X, which proves that at some point, The Fan felt the need of a change in her own life:

[Source: https://x.com/SolangeNeue]

For some reason, I found this short comment tidbit quite interesting, especially considering her new, very recent Captain Solange personal brand:

But also a slowly emerging interest for Hollywood and its Tinseltown industry:

A screenwriter, absolutely. With a strong interest in learning how to become a professional and a romantic drama feature screenwriting project. As such, she took part to the Stowe Story Labs' Fifth Annual Sidewalk Narrative Lab, a workshop and networking-oriented side event of the Sidewalk Film Festival (Birmingham, Alabama), an indie oriented event which managed to attract Time Magazine's attention:

[Source: https://stowestorylabs.org/news/stowe-story-labs-announces-roster-for-fifth-annual-sidewalk-narrative-lab]

And now for her newest incarnation, Captain Solange, The (surprised?) Influencer. Not really successful, if compared with her ambitions, but hey, a girl can dream:

[Source: https://www.thehandbook.com/influencer/solange-neustadter/ - last updated on July 14th, 2023]

It is, of course, just a coincidence, that her new website has just been released after her Mexican trip:

[Source: https://www.solangeneue.com/]

Basically, yet another women-oriented empowerment and dating/ life coach service, with rather hefty price tags to boot:

Her six-weeks programme based in LAX promises her clients 'life changing tools', in order to 'make [them] feel outrageous and connected'. Also, this - for some reason, this caught my eye:

'Hot tips on where to meet great Angelenos' - here is where a bell does ring, indeed. I can't help but wonder if this very interesting person is on Raya, hmmm.

To cut the story short, I am honestly asking myself a couple of very simple questions:

What are the odds (and by this, I mean the organic odds) that a screenwriter-cum-influencer wannabe, who is in dire need of networking and/or some extra social media exposure, would spontaneously meet S in Nayarit, Jalisco, Mexico?

And what are the odds the above screenwriter-cum-influencer would post the selfie that relaunched some wild innuendo, in a very much overdriven fringe of a C-lister's fandom?

Come to think of it, this is a really, really small favor to ask of a friendly, but definitely transactional 'stranger'. And mutually beneficial, to say the least. Note she immediately knew what to do: after luring the iPhone Alarm Tumblr Brigade, she quickly deleted the tag on her post, along with all the nosy fan questions. Go figure, huh?

The rest of the story really did write itself. This is nothing we have not already seen. I could take bets, already, perhaps including what next week will bring us. Heh.

I am going to let you draw your own conclusions. I could be tragically wrong, in which case I am ready to acknowledge and recalibrate, as always. But let's also remember this simple cycle/pattern:

Instagram follow (mutual or not, it does not matter, at this point in time) -> Fan pic (usually a latergram) -> Instagram Story (now, with voices 🙄) -> Mutual/Collateral Instagram follow(s) -> even more innuendo -> if it does stick: double down, no matter how outrageously/if it does not stick, abort operation and leave in drawer, ready for future reactivation.

It never fails.

Aye, caramba! Exactly.

[cobaltperun]

Eternal Flame side story 2 - Iris

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Chapter Summary: A single accident shatters all the secrecy, and the years of a hidden relationship are revealed, though some might say it was the worst kept secret you or Jenna ever had.

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-And I don't want the world to see me 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am-

-March 2025-

Jenna was going to kill her.

She was one hundred percent dead. Four years of secrecy ruined by a slip of a tongue followed by her horrified face.

“Well, the thing is. Mya has known Y/N her whole life, so, you know, Y/N is like another aunt to her,” Aliyah tried to cover it up, to explain, but her chat wasn’t even on fire, it was a blazing inferno threatening to burn her phone to ashes. She couldn’t even catch everything being said, but she caught several comments.

‘Her whole life? The same Y/N Jenna only occasionally gets to see?’

It was over. “She does leave quite an impression,” she hoped she could distract the people somehow, and while some did type in lyrics of ‘Taste’ while correcting the height to match your own, most people were still fixated on you being Mya’s aunt.

‘I’ve never been called aunt by my best friend’s nephew’

That… was unfortunately a fair point. Her niece didn’t rush into her room shouting giddily that Aliyah’s friends came over, and she didn’t refer to them as aunts and uncles. Aliyah was going to wake up in cold sweat tonight, only hearing the gleeful voice accompanied by toothy excited grin yelling ‘Auntie Y/N is here! She’s here! She’s here!’ which, while adorable, because the girl adored you, definitely made Aliyah wish she wasn’t livestreaming at the moment.

A single question kept being spammed in her comments. ‘Since when’ and Aliyah could only drop her head on the table. The internet was convinced, now more than ever before, that you and Jenna were together. She couldn’t do anything to change that.

~X~

There were times when Jenna wished she could change, let things be, lower her guard and let the world in. She definitely didn’t seek that kind of attention, even if it was part of the job, but she certainly wished she didn’t have to hide what the two of you had. It was primarily her decision to keep your relationship a secret, as you were fine either way, but as she watched you step into her parents’ house in a hurry and dressed to avoid any attention she wondered if keeping this relationship a secret was the right choice.

You did it with ease, proving yet again just how often the two of you snuck these moments in, and more often than not there was actual sneaking involved. On sets, between doing interviews, or simply while you were on a break.

“Hey,” one simple word, spoken with so much warmth it could melt any worry she had, and then next thing she knew she was once again in your arms, hugging you and kissing you. “I missed you, Jen,” you whispered, stealing away a few moments just for the two of you before her family saw you. She could hear the relief in your voice that you were finally with her again, that this long month was coming to an end.

“I missed you too,” Jenna pulled back slightly, taking your appearance in. You looked exhausted, and sleep-deprived, like you couldn’t wait to just go to bed, hug her and sleep. You were filming for the past two months, and once again you chose to keep quiet about what you were filming but it wasn’t in the States, that much she knew. And you still managed to go to Oscars with her, only to leave the next day, then came back home for your four-year anniversary, and again left the next morning, and now you were finally back home a week and a half later. She reached up, brushing a few strands of your hair back and you sighed softly, leaning into her touch as she caressed your cheek. Come hell or high water you showed up for her, even when it wasn’t always easy for you.

The little bubble the two of you created burst as the doors swung open and her niece rushed into the hall and laser-focused solely on you. “Auntie Y/N!” Jenna pulled away, letting her niece jump into your arms.

Thinking back, Jenna nearly tripped when Mya first called you ‘aunt’ especially since she made it clear she meant ‘aunt’ as in ‘Jenna’s wife’ and not ‘aunt like Jenna’. Now she was used to it, and she adored every second you spent with her niece and nephews. Hell, as far as Jenna was concerned, this just proved you were stuck with her.

“Come on, go get your other aunt,” Jenna whispered to Mya and you lowered the girl back down before she rushed up the stairs to where Aliyah was. “There goes our privacy,” Jenna joked, stealing one last kiss before you would have to join her family in the living room.

She had no idea how right those words were.

~X~

About ten minutes after you settled down and greeted everyone currently present the disaster struck. You planned on spending some time with Jenna and her family before leaving to catch up on some sleep, preferably with Jenna right next to you. But then it happened. Aliyah came down the stairs looking pale and horrified.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Natalie immediately jumped to her feet, but Aliyah was only looking at Jenna and you.

“You two might want to check your social media,” she sounded like you’d open the social media and find out your careers were over, and your heart sank. Did someone find out about your fights? Did someone make up a story about Jenna or you that could ruin your reputations? Surely it wasn’t as simple as some of the usual ‘Are they together?’ rumors, because those were easy to handle. “I was livestreaming and it just, it’s better if you see it for yourself,” she said and Jenna was the first to pull out her phone, her hands were shaking and you took her hands, steading her.

All thoughts of going to sleep were gone by this point and you were running purely on adrenaline.

Jenna unlocked her phone and sure enough, there was a constant stream of notifications coming in. “What happened?” she asked, bewildered, as she opened her Instagram. And there it was.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath as you and Jenna watched in horror as Mya showed up on Aliyah’s stream. Her happy, energetic cheers that you ‘Auntie Y/N’ were here, spoken so clearly there was no way anyone would believe if you tried to say she meant ‘Auntie and Y/N are here’ made Jenna lower her phone as she leaned back against you.

You wrapped your arms around her purely on instinct, because it usually helped her calm down, but this time it was pretty much useless. A tiny comfort amidst your secret being revealed.

~X~

The rest of the day felt like a fever dream as you and Jenna drove back to your home, wishing to deal with your relationship being revealed on your own, in the comfort of your home. You, being at least a bit calmer than she was, took it upon yourself to drive from Jenna’s parents’ house to your home and then you just went to the bedroom and got ready to figure out a way to deal with this.

By the time you were back home both you and Jenna got countless messages and calls, it felt like the whole world now knew for sure the two of you were a couple.

She opened her Instagram again and saw a post from one of the fan accounts she was following. “It’s over,” she resigned to her fate. It wasn’t just a clip from Aliyah’s livestream where the words ‘Auntie Y/N’ could clearly be heard. Oh, no, it was much more than that. It was a series of photos and videos ever since Wednesday came out. All showing just how close you were, during the interviews and behind the scenes. And then there were the paparazzi photos where you and Jenna would be caught together. Never doing anything to definitively prove you were together, but most certainly raising suspicions.

“The worst kept secret, Jenna Ortega and Y/N L/N secret romance?” you read the post description in utter disbelief. And it wasn’t even the worst one.

“Look at this one. Wednesday season 2 PR stunt – lead actresses come out,” she was afraid to even read others, and she was not looking forward to everyone feeling the need to express their opinions on your relationship.

Some people definitely wouldn’t be happy.

“What do we do?” she asked, unsure if there was anything left to do. From the corner of her eyes she saw how tense you were. You were fighting your exhaustion, staying strong for Jenna’s sake.

“Get some control over it, I suppose. Just say the truth,” that was probably the only thing you could do at this point. There was no taking this back, nothing would ever convince the loudest of your fans that ‘Auntie Y/N’ meant you were just Jenna’s good friend.

“Right,” Jenna nodded and picked a photo of the two of you from your anniversary and wrote a simple description. She just wrote ‘4 ❤️’ and tagged you. That was it, nothing else. Not that there was anything she needed to add, the two of you kissing on the photo was more than enough on its own. “Is this okay?” she asked, showing you her phone.

“Yeah,” you nodded and held her hand as she pressed the button to post her photo.

She wished she could just let you rest, but just for a bit longer she needed you to help her calm down.

~X~

The moment the photo was posted Jenna turned her phone off and snuggled into your right side. You smiled softly at her and wrapped your arm around her as she played with the string of your hoodie. "This is it," she muttered against your chest. "No more secrets, no more hiding," even if her voice didn't give her anxiety away you felt it in the way she was pushing into you, as if she was trying to burrow into you, to hide from the rest of the world, if only for a little bit longer.

You raised your left hand and smoothed a few strands of her hair. Jenna let out a small, content sigh, and closed her eyes, further relaxing against you. Deep down you both knew this moment would come, either by accident, by someone catching you, and more or less you figured you should feel lucky you got to have some control over the reveal.

Well, as much control as you could have, given the way this all started.

"What's your least loud thought?" about halfway through filming Wednesday season 1 you began asking that question. It made Jenna stop overthinking for a moment, it let her focus on telling you her thoughts, and she always began from what worried her the least, and then go from there until you got to what worried her the most.

"Our relationship. It'll change," she whispered, shifting a bit so she could hug you.

"Not enough to worry you," if there was one thing you both had absolute faith in, it was your relationship.

"Never. This," she looked you in the eyes and leaned up to kiss you. Her lower lip was a bit swollen from her chewing on it, and you did your best to soothe it. Jenna moaned into the kiss and the soft, slow kiss made both of you worry a bit less. "Is the only part of my life I don't ever have to worry about," you've been through enough to know what the two of you had could not be shaken.

"We'll just need a bit of an adjustment period," you half-joked and Jenna snickered as she nuzzled back into your chest. "So, what's louder?"

Jenna thought it over, sorting through her worries. "Backlash," yeah, this wasn't a perfect world. "Won't be our first time," she huffed.

"Won't be the last time either," not the most comforting thought, but it was part of the job, an ugly, stupid part of the job, but it was a part of it.

"Can't please everyone," Jenna repeated a long-time mantra.

"Don't care as long as I can please you," and you repeated yet another often-spoken response to that mantra. Jenna jokingly smacked your shoulder. "What?" you laughed.

"Dork," it wasn't your fault that she immediately thought of certain pleasures.

"Your dork," you grinned. "What's louder?"

Jenna looked you in the eyes. "I don't want to lose the peace we have," and you could tell that was what worried her the most.

And you? There was only one thing you could say to that. "We won't," the only thing that could soothe Jenna's worries was you being as certain as you possibly could be. “Our privacy, our peace and quiet, we’ll keep that, no matter how difficult it gets,” you kissed the top of her head and gently rubbed her back as Jenna’s breathing evened out. That was all the answer you needed, Jenna managed to fall asleep, silently proving to you that she felt better.

And with that you could finally fall asleep as well.

~X~

Meanwhile, while you and Jenna were talking about your worries and feelings, Jenna’s Instagram profile was burning with flames hotter than the Sun.

Jennafanpage: 4?! 4 what?! Jenna, what does it mean?!

Randomuser11856: Probably months

JennaY/N4ever: …dude… it’s four years. Have you been living under a rock?

RaijuonaWednesday: I said it first! Those looks were too real!

Wastingtime: You mean Scream, Wednesday, Miller’s girl, Oath by the Flames or all the interviews they had together?

RaijuonaWednesday: Yes!

JasminSavoyBrown: Super happy for you two, but I need to get my eyes checked.

            MasonGooding: Me too!

            DevynNekoda: Me three!

            MelissaBarrera: You really do.

            MasonGooding: You knew?!

            MelissaBarrera: For almost three years.

            JasminSavoyBrown: 😮😮The betrayal!

MarvelgiveussoloLauramovie: A minute of silence for all the broken hearts!

WednesdayNetflix: Thing knew

EmmaMyers: Love you both! ❤️❤️

JoySunday: Are we ignoring that we spent almost a year and a half working with them and somehow they kept it a secret?

            HunterDoohan: We got so caught up anticipating when, we didn’t see it already happened 😂

Barbarian: Can I finally tease them in public?

            Hugh: Barbara, no.

            Barbarian: Barbara YES!

            Hugh: Let them enjoy this.

            RyanReynolds: Papa Logan. The legends are true.

Enrique: Guess who’s wearing matching outfits?

            Barbarian: We can finally make Y/N wear a shirt that says ‘If lost return to Jenna’

            Aliyah: With smaller font saying: ‘Prolonged separation from Jenna might cause negative effects.’

            Hugh: Barbara, no.

            Barbarian: Barbara YES!

OrteGay: WHAT?!

            Jennafan36: Spoke it into existence.

            Barbarian: Ha! Using that one! 😆

            Hugh: Barbara, no!

            Barbarian: Barbara YES!

            OrteGay: Holy shit, Hugh Jackman replied to my comment *faints*

By the time you and Jenna woke up and finally checked Instagram there were already thousands upon thousands of comments under Jenna’s post. Well, at least now you no longer had to hide your relationship.

A/N: Well, not exactly what I thought this would look like, but here it is.

Taglist: @lilbitdepressed27 @freakshow2501 @osnapitzmel1 @belatrixdragon @ijustlovemaths

@niqmandu @justspance @mirage018 @godamnityess

Masterlist / First Part

[carnivore-voyeur]

This new era feels symbolic of Tobias’ development as an artist as well. Skeletá is about being exposed - one’s raw emotions being laid bare. That may say a lot about the kind of character we will get with Papa Perpetua. Yet, it’s also the peeling back of the papas and lore to reveal the artist underneath (Tobias) to an extent.

We have more of his face visible behind the half mask. We have Tobias fully owning his role through interviews, and clips of him discussing his role on official Ghost accounts. Even stating that he doesn’t really care if we know who they all are unmasked, including his touring musicians unmasked in the Satanized music video, and stating that the ‘lore’ aspect of Ghost may come to an end soon.

There are references in sound and in image to The Phantom of the Opera, and Tobias is that phantom now coming forth into the (stage) light. Looking at Ghost in its infancy, you have Tobias hesitant to even be the frontman of this passion project. With this new era, it feels like he is fully embracing and realizing himself as Papa Perpetua.

Given the name, we might never have another papa after this which is an assumption further substantiated by Tobias claiming the lore may come to an end soon. That doesn’t mean the band is done, but it does mean he’s no longer running away from himself and hiding behind these characters… and that’s not a bad thing at all.

I feel that many hold Ghost’s anonymity as sacred, and I understand that especially when we separate fan lore from the real musicians who play these roles on stage. However, I also feel that this is taken too far sometimes. Ghost wasn’t just anonymous because it’s cool and mysterious. The development of the band ultimately reflects Tobias’ growth as an artist.

I think people are afraid of what will happen if Ghost changes how they operate, but I don’t think breaking away from anonymity to talk about the band will hurt them. After all, the enjoyment I get in watching fictional characters in a show isn’t ruined by knowing who the actors are that play them.

None of this is to say all the things that make up Ghost such as the characters and aesthetic concepts will disappear, but rather that their success doesn’t need to hinge on anonymity and mystery nor do they need to keep chasing an endpoint to the lore that never quite gets there, like a tv-procedural drama going on for so long the plot is too convoluted to follow.

All in all these changes are smart and sensible.

[xislyns]

could you please do some headcanons for benn beckman? 🙏

UGHH OFCCC i love benn sm , i actually have an upcoming mini fic containing beckman and other men in the works when writing asked this 😭, im sorry if there are typos . i wrote this during a study break 🥹🥹

BENN BECKMAN HC'S

op masterlist : 𐙚🧸ྀི

another note : this became longer than i expected 😭

HOW YOU MET

• i feel like meeting benn must be by a random encounter, when the red haired pirates had stop on your island. you were by chance walking in town. you were busy with your own errands when you noticed him leaning against a post, observing everything with a sharp yet relaxed look. Something about his quiet confidence drew you in. He noticed you too, nodding in acknowledgment as if he already respected you without even knowing you.

• The first time you talked, it’s because of a shared moment of curiosity. you were asking him about his crew, or he’s curious about something happening on the island you live on. The conversation is smooth and comfortable, leaving you both feeling like you’ve met someone reliable.

YOUR RELATIONSHIP

• Benn isn’t overly expressive like a certain red haired pirates we know.. , but he keeps an eye on you at all times. Whether it’s keeping an eye at the small of your back in a crowded place or his intimidating glare at anyone who dares to bother you, he protects you silently to him, actions speak louder than words.

• When you get angry or upset at something he did or the lack of it, expect him to know how to make you feel safe without being overbearing. When you’re upset, he doesn’t push you to talk or solve the issue right there and then. but he stays by your side, waiting for you to talk it out with him when you’re ready.

• Actually benn being as smart and strategic as he is, i feel like he would love debating with his you. He loves when you can challenge his views, instead of just nodding along and following with it. He finds it as something new and both frustrating and endearing when you are able to outsmart him in a battle of wits.

HOW DOES HE SHOW HIS LOVE?

• Benn would show his affection by subtle but caring gestures Benn shows his affection through small actions,offering you his coat when it’s cold, remembering the little things you like, or quietly helping things that he knows you cant do alone.

• His smiles are rare but reserved just for you. When you successfully make him laugh, it feels like you’ve won a victory in your book.

LIFE ON THE SHIP, AFTER YOU CAME

• The crew would love teasing Benn about how you’ve softened him. Despite his objections and grumbles, he secretly enjoys the way you’ve become a part of their family

• Late night conversations become the light of ur relationship, Benn often stays up late keeping watch or reading. You’ll find yourself sitting with him under the stars, sharing quiet moments or deep talks about life, dreams, and the future you will have together

CONFLICTS & RESOLUTIONS

• You and Benn occasionally clash over his protective instincts. He worries deeply about your safety, while you wish he’d have more faith in your ability to take care of yourself. Despite the tension, these disagreements always end in mutual understanding. he learns to respect your independence, and you have come to appreciate that level of care from him.

• Benn isn’t one to easily share his feelings. At first, it was hard to tell how deeply he cared about you, but over time, you learn to read the subtle ways he shows his love. Eventually, he grows more comfortable opening up to you, even if it’s just in his own ways.

TENDER MOMENTS

• When you’re hurt or sick, Benn is always ready to take care of you. His hands are steady as he bandages your wounds, though his eyes betray his worry. He’ll quietly scold you for being reckless, but his soft kiss on your forehead afterward tells you everything you need to know.

• Benn isn’t really one for PDA , but in private, he’s incredibly tender. He loves pulling you into his arms, resting his chin on your head, or simply sitting with you in comfortable silence.

• Even in the middle of a battlefield , you and Benn share a connection that doesn’t need words. He can sense when you’re in trouble and will make his way to your side, always ensuring you’re safe before he focuses on anything else. you are his priority.

BENN BECKMAN SUPREMACY 🛐

[dragonalthor]

The reason I’m so glad they had Rand refuse to leave Rhuidean without Moiraine and also then have him carry her out in his arms is because it truly cements how important they are to each other even when they’d rather the other was not.

To Moiraine - Rand represents her mission, her duty, the color of her Ajah, the burden on her back. She forgets the man (the boy) he is and simultaneously fears the man he is. Because until she met him, all he was to her was a plan, a path forward, the reason she gave up everything that could have made her happy and instead dedicated herself to Saving The World. But now he lives and breathes in front of her and she is at a loss. Rand is a person, with thoughts and feelings and free will, and he comes with all the naivety and wisdom being a person comes with. She does not know what to do with him. She does not know how to handle him. She fumbles. She’s too hard on him. Too soft. Too mysterious. To forthcoming. So Rand does not trust her, even when she finally tries letting him set the pace. The damage is done.

To Rand - Moiraine is the cause of his world ending. She is the reason he will never marry Egwene and have children. She is why Mat is forever cursed, why Perrin is forever another, why Nynaeve and Egwene are now the women they once were told were the women of nightmares. She is why he ever questioned his father, his birthright. And then he is told that he is no longer himself and does not belong to himself, but is instead a tool to save or break the world. There is no one who can guide him or teach him or help him with the burden of his power. He is the most powerful being in the world and the most powerless. He is alone. He is responsible for all. So of course he balks, of course he pushes back, of course he cannot implicitly or blindly follow Moiraine. She expects everything of him, says she knows the way things must be, but he is the one who has to walk the path.

And yet…

They need each other. They do understand each other in a way no one else ever can. Not Lan. Not Egwene. Not Lanfear. They share the burden of turning The Wheel. Their hands are on the spokes and they are pushing and pulling, trying to set out on course. The storm rages, the shadow rises, the dawn comes, and they must go on. That is all there is to it.

So Rand will not leave without Moiraine; and Moiraine will not leave Rand to his own.

They are threads woven together that may split and fray but they will never break from one another.

[revivemyreverie]

"My hand? Why, of course you can-- Ah, wait, wait, wait, wait! I've fallen for these stupid tricks before! No more robberies, o- or I'll curse you in the process!"

Twisted from: Prince John, Robin Hood

Jules Coeur DeLion

ジュール・クール・ド・リヨン

CV: Yuma Ichida (内田 雄馬)

Technical info.

Gender: Male

Birthday: 12/24

Age: 18

Height: 176 cm

Hair Color: Wheat Blonde

Eye Color: Ruby Red & Emerald Green

Hand Pref.: Right

Homeland: Grimoire Badlands

College Info.

Class: 1-C Set 3

Club: Basketball

Favorite Subject: None*

Other.

Hobby: Talking about himself

Likes: Praise

Dislikes: Traitors

Favorite Food: Crystal Candies

Hated Food: Bell Peppers

Specialty: Identifying minerals

UM: A Golden Trap

With a simple kiss, Jules can enchant any object with a random magical affliction or charm. Whoever wields or wears the object outside of Jules will immediately be affected by said magic.

*Jules fails to shine particularly well in any subject.

The King and His Empty Crown

A set of letters meant for a Duke.

Coeur DeLion,

Regarding your sons’ education, Jules’ grades are perfectly average. This is a good thing considering the rate for many of the lower class children here, but he must apply himself harder if he is to be apart of the upper echelons of the Court as planned. A C is no better than an F, and he’s beginning to get more and more overtime. 

Oh, but your youngest, Alexander, he’s the top of the class as always. He’s even beaten me at my own questions!  I’m sure a school like Royal Sword College would have sent a letter for him the moment he turns 16. You’ve already seen the paper he’s written concerning how to approach the Grimoire Badlands’ poverty rates— he’s a genius! And at such a young age too! Ah, my time is being cut short, but we’ll discuss more about those two in-person.

-------, Royal Teacher

Sire, 

Alexander’s fighting skill has reignited the other soldiers’ passion as of late. It appears even him watching training has given them a reason to fight better! If we were at war with another country, I’m sure Alexander’s participation would guarantee us a victory! 

That said, would you mind if we took him on a bit of a joyride for his winter break? Nothing too crazy, of course, just teaching him how real warriors fight. I think it would be a great experience for him, and Alexander would get a good amount of experience with both magic and hand-to-hand combat. Plus, I think it’s better than being holed up in the house with his brother. Not to insult either, of course, you and I both know Jules just isn’t too good at using his fists, haha!

—Admiral -------

My love,

These meetings with other kingdoms are oh so very tiring, and I cannot wait to return home. That said, they also have given me a better response for your question…

So I agree, Alexander is the better fit for next in line as Duke. Still, we must allow him to continue growing, for a good leader is mature enough to handle both the court and his family. I’m sure Jules won’t mind this arrangement, it’s better for the both of them anyhow. I’d prefer to announce this on his birthday, as I feel it would be a splendid to celebrate both his coming-of-age and new title. 

This reminds me, the Queen has been looking for a special type of enchanted gemstone for her daughter, yet I’ve only found regular ones. Ah, if only the wizards were not so greedy, and I’d have the perfect gift.

We’ll talk again soon,

--Duchess Catherine Coeur DeLion

Yet, his eldest was the one to read it all.

He crumples the papers in his hand and curses. Still, even with the tears welling up in his eyes, the light behind them does not falter.

Jules Coeur DeLion is special, for he refuses to listen to those who say otherwise.

[shoumachisblog]

LOCO

Tags: Blowjob, Deepthroat, Ryujin getting facefucked real hard, Ryujin is down bad horrendously, Cock Worship

First time doing this. Hope you guys like it :D

“I want you to fuck me for the whole night."

was the first thing that came out from Ryujin's mouth as soon as she got inside your house. Well, considering how busy she gets these days, it is understandable for her to say something like that the moment she meets you, who happens to be the manager of ITZY. Surprisingly, no one seems to know the secret relationship between you and Ryujin. The whole world knows that both Ryujin and Chaeryeong are a couple but they didn't know that Ryujin's crave for dick is much bigger than any woman or gay in this world.

But here she is.

Inside your house.

On her knees.

Between your legs.

“Aaaaaahnnn....." Ryujin let out a moan of affirmation as she was able to fish out your cock out quite easily, which caused your arousal beginning to stir to life. Ryujin takes a long and loud sniff on your cock and you are damn sure that Ryujin loves the smell of your cock that made her shudder.

“You're such a slut for my cock, you know that right?" You sensed another spike in Ryujin's arousal and desire, as she begins to give the underside of your cock a long yet wet lick with her tongue. “You like being called slut, don't you?" You asked, receiving another moan of affirmation and that resulted in her face completely pressed into your cock - to be specific her forehead and nose literally press into the base of your cock with both of your hands at the back of her head.

Ryujin's eyes went backwards and let out yet another moan of affirmation that vibrated your already hardened cock as her mouth acts like a vacuum, sucking literally everything on your cock. You let yourself enjoy the tightness of her throat for a few more seconds before letting her go and it's safe to say that Ryujin didn't die from the sudden attack.

Ryujin slowly pulls her head back before making a pop noise when the head of your cock gets out from her warm and tight throat.

“Your cock tastes amazing... I just can't stop thinking about it... Fuck...." Ryujin is completely lost in her own arousal and desire now that she can't even find the words to speak what she had inside her mind. She lowers her head and starts licking your balls as if they were lollipops, moving her tongue slowly from side to side, savouring the musky taste around your nutsack. “I wish Chaeryeong could see what I'm seeing right now. Does she know that her so-called handsome girlfriend is obsessed with cock?"

Ryujin doesn't respond, completely controlled by her own lust and desire as she slowly kisses her way up along the length of your cock while muttering, “I love your cock" “cock is the best" “this cock is mine" She can't stop kissing it until she makes eye contact with you. You're not an optician, but you know what her eyes were saying.

Ryujin's mouth opened widely immediately and both of your hands were already at the back of her head, ready to land an impact inside the warm cavern that was waiting for you.

With a small amount of force, you shoves yourself fully into Ryujin's mouth. She can feel the tip of your cock at the back of her throat, cutting off air and she was grunting and gagging when her face completely smashed against your pelvis. “Fuck! That's it! Take it all, you damn slut!" You growled in arousal as thick rivulets of drool started oozing from the corners of her mouth and Ryujin didn't show any attempt to pull her face away, even placing her hands on any parts of your body. A bubble of snot even burst out from her right nostrils, and to make it even more nasty, the makeup that she had on her face for her schedule today was trailing down her cheeks as her eyes began to water. You keep her head pushed down just long enough for her to begin to swim from lack of oxygen before finally pulling her head away from your cock. Ryujin gasps for air and looks up at you, tears running down her face and your glistening cock is still connected to her mouth by heavy strings of saliva.

After a long moment of so-called freedom, you shoves your entire cock back into her mouth, starting to move your hips against her mouth, pumping your cock through her warm, tight, and wet throat. Another bubble of snot comes out from the same nostril, and a smaller one comes from the other. Her eyes bulge a little and she can feel you throbbing inside her throat, with dropping eyelids, she tries to lick the underside of your cock with her tongue, enjoying the texture and the sensations of your veins. “Suck it, you little bitch!" You growled aggressively, ploughing Ryujin's mouth relentlessly, hammering it to the hilt with every thrust and her mouth keeps salivating, covering her chin and dripping down your balls.

You looked down and good lord, Ryujin looks so fucking addicted with your cock right now. You don't know if she is even conscious right now but her expression makes you grinning with arousal and desire, increasing both your pace and the level of force, you aren't going anywhere as hard as you could but you are getting close to going as hard as you could without hurting Ryujin.

She's losing air, and Ryujin doesn't seem to have the desire to stop you at all. Her lungs are already burning again but she doesn't want this stop until you coat her throat with your first load of the night.

You kept slamming her face against your crotch. Ryujin can feel your trembling fingers against her skull, telling her that you're pretty darn close to your climax. “Fuck! I love fucking your throat so much!" You moan and Ryujin feels your cock twitch inside her throat just before you pull her head slightly backwards and push it down onto your crotch as hard as possible before spilling yourself down her throat. Your movements become jerky, you were groaning and hissing through clenched teeth, and your hands and legs clamped around her head to keep her still. “Drink it! Ryujin! All of it, your dirty slut!" and Ryujin didn't waste a single drop, listening to you moan as you uses her throat to milk yourself of every last drop.

Once you are done, you held Ryujin there for a while longer while still panting. After a moment, Ryujin most of your cock out of her mouth, leaving only the tip in her mouth. Ryujin gasped for air, cheeks red with a bright blush as she looked up at you, licking her lips and rolling her tongue around your cock in the process.

“How about a few more rounds with that warm and tight throat of yours before I fill that needy pussy of yours huh?" You say and she blinks a few times, trying to understand if she really heard what you were just saying.

“YES, MASTER...."

[aerkame]

Which version of Sun Wukong do you like the most? (Both in character and design)

Which one would be your final choice?

You can't just ask me to pick one like that. 😭 There are so many versions of Sun Wukong throughout history from different media.

My favorite version of Sun Wukong is the one from New Gods: Nezha Reborn. I can't even begin to express just how much I love his character overall once I began to take notes for writing him (I'm still taking notes, there are many details). Both his design and character were well thought out for the movie and it's such a shame that he didn't get his own movie or have more screen time.

PERSONALITY

I know Nezha Reborn Monkey King probably isn't everyone's favorite, but what won me over was the amount of details to his personality, missed easter eggs, and his overall design that both matches the world he's in and also makes him stick out. For starters, Monkey King in this version is quite scary in my opinion despite his silly old man act. I really do believe he is a silly guy who is just minding his business and having fun. Sometimes in the movie, he truly does act like a monkey (makes you wonder how no one figured him out yet, he even has a giant metal sculpture of himself with his motorcycle collection), swinging from chains, climbing around, making small noises at times, having too much energy to the point of not being able to hold still for a single minute... but he's an assassin, a hitman. Monkey King being easily hired by Ao Guang as a hitman in the past plenty of times is scary enough. On top of that, his behavior is pretty cutthroat as well.

Sure, he's a silly old man, but it's hard to ignore how he acts sometimes. Especially when he not only ate another yaoguai, but he offered a piece of the dead assassin to the very guy who hired that yaoguai to kill Nezha's reincarnation (Ao Guang). This Monkey King is also more than an expert at acting. I think he even has a portion of the fandom tricked. There are only a few times in the movie where he acts like his true self and it's mostly around Nezha's reincarnation (Ever notice that he knew ALL of the names of the previous ones?)

He goes from silly guy to the biggest threat in the room real quick. This Monkey King is a very morally grey one. He's done plenty of bad things and plenty of good from the context given in the movie. It all depends on his motives if he has any. Who knows, he did say he's just tired.

DESIGN

Nezha Reborn Monkey King's overall design is just as thought out as his character too. If you look at the main cast or any character really, you'll notice that their clothes usually don't have any bright colors or anything that would have too much saturation to it. It's mostly all dull colors. Wukong however, has a bright pink suit and pants. Even the clothes he wears in his home are bright and colorful. This goes hand in hand with his personality. He's shown to have some greed in him when Ao Guang offered a larger payment for Li's assassination.

Monkey King is still a monkey, and he likes shiny valuables and that can be seen in his greed and the gold jewelry he wears (which has human skulls on it by the way-). He also has a huge amount of confidence and wearing bolder colors is definitely something he would do to show it. He does what he likes and wears what he wants.

The choice of colors and clothes not only matches his personality but they also serve a purpose in this movie's setting. Donghai not only has a water problem but it also has a poverty problem. We're shown around the beginning of the movie a background character who got a new dress that was a more muted plum purple. From the context of the two characters talking, having a dress like that is a statement of the person's wealth. So in conclusion, Monkey King is pretty loaded. I would like to argue though it's not just from taking expensive hits from Ao Guang, but also from the place he owns. In the beginning of the movie he introduces himself to Li after a race and says he owns the place (likely the whole area including the track since I could not find evidence anyone ever visits the place outside of races). That entire place looks like a water factory, which means he's likely making money from that too since water had become more expensive than currency.

The entire inside of the place he lives would earn another couple of paragraphs too, but it follows just about the same things I've said. Another detail I like, that might have been missed is that he fits the slang "Wrench monkey" pretty well. Just some food for thought.

I really could write a whole essay about him and several things I've noticed but I'm not sure if anyone would read this at all if I kept going. I might make a more in-depth essay sometime though or share my notes on him.

[callsign-rogueone]

two reunions

Dain Aetos x reader (love!) words: 1.7k 🏷: no warnings here! finally getting these two to the start of fourth wing! everyone's favorite boy makes an appearance, as does everyone's least favorite, love is yet again Put In A Situation, Nadine running her mouth, one thing about my girls is that they are always going to look out for Sawyer, tysm to the person who beta read this for me! you know who you are and ily. that's all I got for tags, byeee

It turns out that another glorious perk of being in leadership is having to work on conscription day. At least it isn’t on the same day as one of your runs — but it is miserable out, pouring rain with strong winds. It’s relatively sheltered where you’re stationed, but it’s still too damn cold, especially for July. General Sorrengail must have taken the day off. That, or she’s mad about something. 

There was really no need for you to be out here this early — you and Dain have been sitting in silence for nearly half an hour, collars upturned and hands stuffed into your pockets to keep them warm.

You both perk up when you see the first cadet hop down from the bridge. You don’t need to ask what their name is — you already know them well. 

“Sawyer Henrick,” he offers anyway, his cheeks warm with a hint of embarrassment.

“I’m glad you made it,” you say softly. “And I have a good feeling about this year. So does Laurent.”

He gives you a weak smile before he continues down the line, the next cadet stepping into place behind him. You and Dain alternate checking off the names, falling into a comfortable rhythm as the rain starts to taper.  

“Hi, princess.”

“Liam!” You drop the clipboard and nearly knock him over with the force of your hug, a happy breeze swirling around the pair of you. 

He laughs, wrapping you up in the smell of sawdust and linen. “That’s new.”

“Oh, it’s so good to see you. Did you grow? I don’t remember you being this tall.”

He gives you a slick grin. “I think you might have shrunk.”

You pout up at him. “It’s these damn boots. I swear, my feet are going to be stuck perfectly flat at this rate.”

Dain clears his throat, and you break apart hastily. “Right, sorry. Dain, this is Liam Mairi — my little brother.”

Dain’s eyebrows raise at your use of little to describe Liam, searching for some family resemblance that he won’t find before he offers him an uneasy smile, checking his name off the list.

You turn back to Liam, giving him a conspiratorial grin. “Your girl already called dibs, otherwise you’d be with me.”

“She’s not my girl,” he protests, blushing.

“You’re certainly her boy,” you counter. “She made it abundantly clear to our dear brother that you were to be placed with her. But don’t tell her I told you that, she’ll skin me. Where’s your shadow?” 

“We got separated in the line. She should be here in a few minutes.”

“Okay, be good. I’ll see you later.” You give him one last squeeze before he heads off, and then it’s back to the same monotony, name after name after name.

And then there’s a shout from the parapet that has you looking up from your clipboard. Someone is running across it, another candidate hot on their heels. It’s a girl, half the size of her pursuer, but it’s her hair that catches your eye: brown and silver. 

Violet.

She takes a leap off the end, immediately whirling around to point a knife at the guy — right where it would hurt most.

You’re a little impressed, actually.

There’s a very brief moment of silent negotiation between them before she backs off, letting him step down. 

She looks like she might collapse, but to her credit, she doesn’t freak out when you steady her with a curling wisp of wind around her back, guiding her further onto the solid ground of the courtyard behind you, and keeping her upright.

“Name?” you ask the brute, silently calculating the best way to put him down if he takes another step closer to her.

“Jack Barlowe.”

You don’t bother finding him on the list — you don’t take your eye off him, even as you offer a word of warning that he doesn’t deserve. “Be glad she didn’t kill you, or cut your nuts off. Others won’t be as merciful.”

He just scoffs at you in response, heading into the courtyard. 

As soon as he’s out of eyeshot and earshot, Dain says what you’re both thinking. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Tell that to my mother.”

General Sorrengail really is heartless, then. First what she did to Xaden, and all of your parents, and now making her disabled daughter fight for her life to become a rider? She might as well have just shoved her off the side of the parapet. That would be quicker, and more humane. But she actually seems to believe that she can do this. That alone will kill her. Unless one of your friends, or that guy behind her on the parapet gets it done first.

You need to say something. “As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right. It’s not too late to bail, and it would probably be for the best if you did. We can—”

“This conversation doesn’t concern you,” she interrupts, hackles raised.

“As a friend of a friend, and someone who knows exactly what it’s like to be forced to be here, I think you’ll find that it does concern me,” you say coolly. “I don’t need to tell you that this place is a death trap, and a physically demanding one, at that. If you don’t want to be here, you shouldn’t be. Enough people have died on this hill already.”

She crosses her arms over her chest in a show of intimidation that doesn’t work at all — she’s tiny. Like a little lap dog that thinks its barking will protect the house from intruders. “I’m not leaving.”

She’s clearly equally as stubborn as her brother. 

She already looks suspicious of you, and pushing further wouldn’t be a good idea right now. You’ve done all you can do, for the time being. “He can’t say I didn’t try,” you mutter, turning away, back to the group of cadets who are waiting for you to check off their names. 

Bodhi appears beside you, speaking in a whisper — even though none of these kids speak the language, except one. “Is that who I think it is? The little one, with the hair?”

“Yes.”

“We need to get her out of here.”

“I tried already, but she wasn’t having it, and it would look incredibly suspicious if any of us kept pushing. She already despises me — I can’t exactly take her hand and drag her to the library, like she’s a toddler.”

“It looks like he might do that for you,” Bodhi offers.

You turn your head to see Dain still talking with her. He doesn’t look like you’d looked when you saw Liam again — not even close. He almost looks mad at her.

The ball is in his court now, you suppose. 

“That’s it,” your friend announces, hopping down. She looks completely dry, despite having been stationed in the pouring rain on the other side of the bridge.

You shudder at the thought of having to cross it again, even with your ability to control the wind, and the progress you’ve made with your fear of heights. “Why didn’t you just go around?”

“And miss whatever needlessly-dramatic speech Xaden has planned? No way.”

You snort. “Fair enough.”

Might as well check out the crop of new recruits while you wait. Most of them don’t look too bad -- decently physically prepared, and not shaking in their boots. Some of them, however, are much too confident.

“I’m just glad we don’t have any Tyrrish,” one of the girls says, eyeing the neighboring group with disgust.

You look her up and down before you speak. “A copper’s worth of free advice, hair dye; don’t go making enemies of the people who are supposed to protect you.”

She doubles down. “They made me and the rest of this kingdom their enemies when they decided to commit treason.”

“I don’t think this is a path either of you want to go down,” Sawyer warns, looking between you.

You hold a hand up to stop him. “It’s okay, Sy. Let her keep digging. She’ll hit the bottom eventually.”

The girl stills, freezing in place like a spooked deer as she considers your words — and realizes both of your arms are covered by the sleeves of your flight jacket.

You can’t help but smile. “Oh, this is never going to get old. Well, purple? Can you fight under the command of a pair of filthy traitors?”

Her eyes snap to the section leader, scanning him for a relic that she won’t find.

“Not him. The wingleader. And your section exec, too, actually — so three.”

She’s still quiet, blinking at you in stunned silence.

“Callwell!” Dain barks. “Get over here.”

“Off to serve my kingdom,” you offer with a sly smile and a two-fingered salute. “And I’m just fucking with you. I really don’t care what you think about me. Sticks and stones, right?” You leave before she can respond, jogging over to Dain. “What do you need?” 

“Your approval for us to move squads.” he doesn’t explain why, but it’s damned obvious; to protect Violet. If she’s under his command, he can help keep her safe.

You try not to show any sign of relief — he shouldn’t know that you have any interest in helping her at all. “On one condition,” you offer. “Henrick comes with us.”

“Deal.”

Your eyebrows lift, the flash of hurt you feel catching you off guard. He didn’t even pause to consider it, or try to argue with you at all. That’s not like him. 

He must be very attached to Violet. Maybe she’ll do you a favor and take him for herself, so you’ll have a real reason to give up on the idea of you and Dain, to forget about all of those quiet, tender moments that you keep replaying in your head when you can’t sleep.

Not that the two of you would ever work anyway. Not if either of your families have anything to say about it.

“The Mender wouldn’t mind.”

True enough. Brennan had known Dain, recalled fond memories of the boy who had grown up idolizing him and followed him around with Violet like a pair of little lost ducklings. 

But that was before the war, and before they’d grown into adults who could hold complex political opinions. Your cousin-in-law probably absolutely despises you. She doesn’t know that you’re family, and even if she did, she wouldn’t care if you lived or died. But that doesn’t change the promise you’d made to Brennan, to keep her out of here — which has now been updated to just keep her alive.

[phoenixblaze1412]

Hi :3 i was the one who requested the scara idea and I really loved it! I wanted to request dottore and segments reaction to teen reader (preferably fem) growing up to have a personality like pantalone :D that'd be funny

Dottore had seen many strange things in his time—failed experiments, twisted mutations, the very limits of human suffering—but nothing quite prepared him for this.

His daughter, you, his own flesh and blood, were standing before a group of researchers, your voice smooth as silk, your expression poised and confident. With each word you said, you wove a web so intricate, so compelling, that even the most stone-faced, logic-driven agents looked ready to hand over everything they owned. And worse?

They were enjoying it.

“What,” Alpha muttered, adjusting his mask, “am I witnessing?”

Zeta squinted from behind his glasses. “It appears… she is convincing them to donate their research materials for a ‘noble cause’ that benefits her.”

Delta let out a low whistle. “She’s good.”

“She’s terrifying,” Theta corrected.

They watched in stunned silence as you continued your performance.

“I understand, truly, how valuable your time and resources are,” you purred, placing a hand over your heart with just the right amount of dramatic flair. “I would never wish to inconvenience you. However… consider the benefits. Imagine the impact of our work—our shared efforts. You wouldn’t just be contributing to a simple experiment; you would be pioneers, carving a path for innovation itself.”

One of the researchers, a normally skeptical man named Viktor, hesitated. “I mean… that does sound rather significant…”

“Of course it does,” you encouraged gently, tilting your head in a way that made you look both intelligent and utterly sincere. “And naturally, I would ensure that your contributions are recognized. Your names, forever attached to the findings. Doesn’t that sound… rewarding?”

The researchers nodded, murmuring among themselves. They had walked into this discussion fully intending to deny you, yet now, not only were they considering it—they were eager.

Dottore twitched.

“She is Pantalone reincarnated,” he declared, crossing his arms. “And I do not like it.”

“Hmm,” Beta hummed thoughtfully. “Pantalone might actually like it.”

“That is the problem,” Dottore snapped.

Meanwhile, Theta was rubbing his temples. “She didn’t even promise them anything real! Just vague words about recognition and ‘the future of innovation.’ How are they eating this up?”

“She knows how to play to their egos,” Omega noted. “It’s quite impressive, actually.”

Impressive. That was one way to put it.

A few feet away, you turned to another hesitant researcher, smiling warmly. “And I would never ask for too much. Just a small donation of resources—whatever you can spare, of course. I’d hate to take away anything critical from your work.”

The researcher, an older woman, sighed in defeat. “Well… if it’s just a little, I suppose—”

“Amazing!” you beamed, clasping your hands together. “I truly admire your generosity.”

The woman looked like she’d just won an award.

Dottore’s patience snapped.

“That’s enough,” he barked, striding forward. The researchers flinched as the Harbinger loomed over them, his mask intimidating them as he stood behind you. “Don’t you all have assignments to be working on?”

The room froze. The researchers, only now realizing they had been caught under his watchful eye, immediately scrambled to justify themselves.

“I—uh—of course, Lord Harbinger—”

“Right away, sir!”

They practically fled the scene, leaving behind only Dottore, his daughter, and the thoroughly exhausted segments.

You turned to your father, completely unbothered. “You didn’t have to scare them away, you know. I was handling it perfectly fine.”

“That was precisely the problem,” Dottore growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What kind of monster have I created?”

You laughed, light and melodic. “A charming one, obviously.”

Sigma sighed. “We are doomed.”

The segments muttered in agreement.

---------

“Father,” you called one day, your voice laced with the kind of practiced innocence that immediately set off alarm bells in Dottore’s mind.

He didn’t even look up from his work, already suspicious. “What do you want?”

“Nothing unreasonable,” you replied sweetly, stepping closer, hands clasped behind your back. You rocked slightly on your heels before standing on your tiptoes, reaching for his arm with delicate precision.

Before he could swat you away, you gently guided him toward a chair, pressing him down into it as though he were some frail old man in need of rest.

Theta, who had been lounging nearby, nearly choked on air. “Did she just—”

“She did,” Zeta confirmed, eyes wide in awe.

You patted Dottore’s shoulder like a doting daughter caring for her weary father. “You work so hard, Father. You really should take a break.”

Dottore scoffed, unimpressed by the act. “Spare me the pleasantries and get to the point.”

You smiled, leaning against the table with a calculated ease, your words dripping like honey. “I simply require your authorization for my latest project. Oh, and unrestricted funding.”

Gamma folded his arms, his expression skeptical. “That sounds suspiciously like manipulation.”

You gasped, placing a hand over your heart as if deeply wounded. “Uncle, I would never!”

Omega, who had been quietly observing the interaction, frowned. “We are not your uncles.”

You waved a hand dismissively. “Technicalities.”

The segments exchanged wary glances.

Dottore, meanwhile, pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. “And what, pray tell, is this so-called ‘project’ of yours?”

Your lips curled into a winning smile. “A business venture that will make the Fatui a fortune, of course. It’s what you taught me—strategic planning, resource acquisition, persuasive communication. Just… put into practice.”

Sigma leaned forward. “What kind of business?”

You grinned. “One that maximizes profit and efficiency.”

“That is not an answer,” Delta pointed out.

You shrugged, completely unbothered. “Details.”

Dottore gave you a flat look. “What exactly are you planning?”

You tilted your head thoughtfully. “Well, I noticed that the Fatui’s supply chains are terribly mismanaged. We have so much potential revenue slipping through our fingers. So, I may have… persuaded a few merchants to change their trade routes, ensured some competitors had ‘unfortunate delays,’ and positioned certain investments in key markets.”

Beta frowned. “That sounds an awful lot like—”

“Business strategy,” you interrupted smoothly.

Gamma gave you a look. “Illegal business strategy.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. ‘Illegal’ is such a subjective term.”

Dottore had to physically restrain himself from slamming his head against the table. He had spent years raising a child who could stand among the greatest minds, a true product of his genius. And what did you do? Become a smaller, more terrifying version of Pantalone.

He had raised a monster.

And the worst part? You were good at it.

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or disappointed,” Dottore admitted.

You smiled, knowing full well that impressed was winning out. “I’ll settle for ‘proud.’”

Theta groaned, slumping against the table. “She’s going to take over the entire Fatui, isn’t she?”

Sigma adjusted his glasses. “Undoubtedly.”

Zeta sighed. “Pantalone is going to love her.”

Dottore clenched his fists. “That is exactly what I am trying to prevent.”

You simply laughed, utterly pleased with yourself at the whole situation.

------

Pantalone was, quite frankly, delighted.

“My dear, you truly are a vision of intellect and refinement,” he praised, his signature charming smile in place. “Such a sharp mind is wasted outside the economic sector. Have you ever considered taking up work in financial negotiations?”

You grinned, clearly enjoying the conversation. “Perhaps. The art of deals and diplomacy does seem rather enjoyable.”

Dottore, who had been quietly seething, suddenly moved, physically placing himself between them with the swiftness of a man fending off a predatory beast. His crimson gaze burned with unspoken warning. “Absolutely fucking not.”

Pantalone feigned disappointment, pressing a hand to his chest as if Dottore had just stabbed him in the heart. “Oh, come now, Doctor. Surely you see the brilliance in her potential.”

“I see the danger,” Dottore snapped. “And I refuse to allow my daughter to fall into your schemes.”

You smirked, arms crossed as you tilted your head. “Father, you wound me. As if I would ever be outwitted.”

Dottore turned to you, expression flat. “That is exactly what concerns me.”

Behind him, the segments were watching the exchange like spectators at an opera.

“This is a disaster,” Theta whispered, horrified.

“She’s growing too strong,” Omega muttered.

Zeta adjusted his glasses, looking deep in thought. “Perhaps… this is a natural evolution of intelligence? The next step in strategic thinking?”

Gamma looked at him like he’d grown two heads. “You’re encouraging this?”

“I mean, technically—”

“No.”

Meanwhile, Pantalone let out an amused chuckle. “Doctor, Doctor, Doctor… I would never dream of corrupting your daughter.”

Dottore scoffed. “Oh, spare me. You are corruption.”

You tapped a finger against your chin, pretending to contemplate something. “But, Father, Pantalone does have valuable resources. Perhaps a partnership could be beneficial?”

Pantalone beamed. “Now there’s an idea.”

Dottore turned to you, scandalized. “You are corrupt.”

You gave him an innocent look. “It’s called business, Father.”

Theta groaned. “We’ve lost her.”

Pantalone, sensing victory, offered his hand toward you “Come, dear. I believe we have much to discuss.”

Before you could even consider it, Dottore grabbed you by the collar and dragged you behind him like a wayward cat. “Absolutely fucking not. Conversation over.”

Pantalone sighed dramatically. “So possessive. Let her spread her wings, Doctor.”

Dottore didn’t even dignify that with a response as he hauled his daughter away, the segments trailing behind, whispering amongst themselves about the absolute chaos their family had become.

-------

The emergency meeting had quickly devolved into chaos. Every segment had sworn to stand firm, to prevent the teenager such as you from further manipulating everyone around you with your eerily natural charm and silver tongue. Yet, as soon as you walked into the room, their resolution began to crumble.

Theta had been the loudest in his protests, slamming the table and declaring that they needed to "put an end to this." But the moment you entered with that confident stride, he suddenly found himself lowering his gaze, pretending to be very interested in the table’s wood grain.

You smiled, eyes scanning the room. “You all seem troubled. Surely, you don’t think I’ve done something wrong?”

“No, of course not,” Beta immediately blurted, then cursed under his breath when he realized what he’d just done.

Zeta, the ever-logical one, adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “We are simply... concerned about your growing influence. It has not gone unnoticed that many of our agents and researchers have begun prioritizing your requests over more critical assignments.”

You tilted your head, giving him an innocent look. “Oh? But I thought efficiency was important. I only help people find their true potential.”

Zeta opened his mouth, ready to counter, but the words died in his throat. Technically, you had a point. You never outright forced anyone; you merely spoke, nudging people in the right direction. It wasn’t your fault they followed you so willingly... right?

“That’s... not entirely incorrect,” Zeta admitted begrudgingly.

“She got him,” Sigma whispered. “One down.”

Epsilon, determined not to fall as his predecessors had, took a deep breath and stood. “That’s beside the point! You have an unnatural ability to get people to do exactly what you want. That is dangerous.”

You let out a small sigh, shaking your head. “Oh, Epsilon... It almost sounds like you don’t trust me.”

Epsilon visibly faltered. “I... That’s not what I meant—”

“You’ve always been so rational,” you continued, your voice taking on a slightly sad tone. “I’ve always admired that about you. But if even you doubt me, then perhaps I have misjudged our relationship.”

A heavy silence settled in the room.

Epsilon’s lips parted in shock. “N-No, that’s—” He groaned, rubbing his temples. “Dammit.”

Sigma patted his shoulder. “It was a valiant effort.”

“That’s three,” Theta whispered in horror.

Determined not to let this continue, Theta himself stepped up. “Alright, that’s enough. You may have fooled the others, but I won’t fall for—”

He paused as you turned to him, eyes filled with warmth and something almost teasing.

“You always try so hard, Theta,” you said, taking a slow step toward him. “The loudest in the room, the one who always takes charge. You must be tired.”

Theta blinked. “I—I am not.”

“It’s okay,” you said softly. “You can rest. You don’t have to be so strong all the time.”

Theta, the proud and stubborn segment, felt his mind blank for a moment. A foreign warmth spread in his chest as he struggled to form words. His defenses, which he had sworn to keep up, shattered in an instant.

“I... uh... Maybe I could take a small break...” he muttered in a daze.

Sigma grabbed his shoulder. “Theta, no! Stay with us!”

It was too late. Theta sat back down, dazed and silent.

Dottore, watching all of this unfold, pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You’re all useless.”

You, now smug, turned to your father. “You seem frustrated, Father. Surely, you don’t think I would ever try to manipulate you?”

Dottore crossed his arms. “Of course you would. It’s in your nature.”

You giggled. “And yet, here you are, letting me do as I please.”

Dottore scowled, but he couldn’t argue. After all, despite his complaints, he had done nothing to stop you.

The segments looked at each other in silent understanding.

They had lost.

You had won.

Again.

One night, as you sat at your desk, reviewing documents suspiciously similar to Pantalone’s financial reports, Dottore entered the room with an air of exhaustion. He observed you for a moment—your sharp eyes scanning the figures, your pen tapping rhythmically against the desk, a smirk tugging at your lips whenever you found something particularly interesting.

With a long, dramatic sigh, he pulled out the chair beside you and slumped into it.

“I never imagined I would raise someone like you,” he admitted, rubbing his temples.

You glanced at him, amused. “Disappointed?”

He flicked your forehead lightly, earning an exaggerated gasp from you. “Frustrated.”

You grinned, completely unbothered. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He huffed, crossing his arms. “Perhaps not.”

There was a long pause before he let his head rest against the back of the chair, watching as you continued working. Despite everything—your infuriating ability to twist words, your undeniable skill in outmaneuvering nearly anyone, your terrifying resemblance to that man—you were still his daughter.

And despite his irritation, he found himself smirking.

“…You know, the segments have started keeping a tally.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Of what?”

“How many people you’ve managed to swindle with words alone.”

You let out a soft laugh. “And what’s my score?”

Dottore shot you a deadpanned look. “Too high for my comfort.”

At that moment, the door burst open. Theta stormed in, waving a piece of paper. “She did it again!”

Behind him, Zeta followed, looking equally exhausted. “She got one of the officers to personally finance one of her projects. Out of his own pocket.”

You smirked. “Persuasion is a valuable skill.”

Theta threw his hands up. “She’s worse than Pantalone!”

Gamma poked his head into the room. “Objectively, she’s better than Pantalone. He still has to negotiate. She just smiles and people give her things.”

Dottore let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You are all useless.”

You stretched, closing your documents. “Father, I’m merely expanding my skill set.”

Dottore leveled you with a look. “Your ‘skill set’ is giving me a headache.”

You stood up, stretching your arms before placing a hand on his shoulder with a knowing smile. “Then consider this a valuable lesson in counter-negotiation. Adapt, or be outplayed.”

The segments collectively winced.

Dottore, after a long moment, let out a dry chuckle. “I should be furious, but somehow, I’m almost impressed.”

You gave him a smug look. “Almost?”

He flicked your forehead again, smirking. “Don’t push it.”

You pouted dramatically, rubbing the spot.

Dottore and his segments had been wildly unprepared for the force of nature their daughter had become, but they learned to adapt. Whether it was intercepting your ‘business ventures,’ preventing you from becoming too much like Pantalone, or simply keeping up with your schemes, they never stopped trying.

Because at the end of the day, you were theirs.

And no amount of manipulation, charm, or well-calculated financial takeovers could ever change that.

[weirdsht]

hii can u do smth with cale thats epic the musical themed? like krs' old lover transmigrated to tcf's world too and wyfilwma is playing,,, the vibes and all yk??

Cale reunites with his lover ❤️

Even After Everything - Cale/Reader

a/n: i love how you guys keep giving me reasons to relisten the entire epic album (i already listen to it on a daily basis). also, aside from this fic, i have a old fic with a similar premise titled pledge

tags: no specific gender mentioned for reader, death, vague novel spoilers about cale's past life, passive suicidal thoughts, passive self-destructing tendencies

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Requests are open and welcome

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You were each other’s world.

In a barren world where everything was flipped upside-down in one night. The two of you held onto each other. Comforted one another through all the deaths. Held onto the other’s arms when one was breaking.

You were each other’s rock in a world so unstable.

So what happens when that rock is ripped away from Kim Rok Soo’s arms?

The last thing he was holding onto after everything that happened to him.

After the death of his parents.

After the death from the shelter during the catalyst.

After the death of his comrades.

After the death of his brothers.

You were the only thing he had after all those tragedies. The one last light he was trying to protect—Kim Rok Soo’s sole reason to wake up every day with a smile on his face.

Yet you were ripped away from him.

“I’ll see you again. I don’t know when I don’t know how. But I’ll make it happen.”

Those were your last words to him. Even when you were in pain you still thought of comforting him first. Still thoughtful as ever that you took his record into consideration and left him last words that would bring him hope.

And hope did it bring.

Kim Rok Soo is still a broken man. Broken beyond relief from all the tragedies fate has befallen his mortal and weak body.

Still

Yet still

He wakes up every day. Does his job as team leader. Gets back up whenever he falls.

And the reason?

It was because whenever Kim Rok Soo thought of ending it all your words replay in his head. As much as he longs for your reunion, he knows you will get mad if he throws everything away just to be with you.

That was why he persevered. With your words in mind, he works hard and looks forward to the day he meets you once more. He doesn’t know when, nor does he know how it will happen, but he still looks forward to it as you never break your promises.

After years— decades of waiting the promised day was finally within reach.

He first saw you as one of the nobles attending the king’s celebration. Apparently, a new money noble who has done so much for the kingdom for the past years that the crown granted you a title.

Even after years of not seeing you, he knew at first glance.

How could he not recognise his love?

His strength?

His reason for holding onto this wretched life for this long?

Even without record, Cale Henituse knows for a fact that he will be able to recognise you from a single strand of your hair.

Even if blinded, he would be able to recognise your scent and differentiate your voice from the chaos.

Cale Henituse— no, Kim Rok Soo longs for you. Longs for even just your fingertips to be within his reach.

Yet he fears the possible rejection that you may push onto him.

Hence the nervousness that seems to envelop his entire being as Amiru introduces you as one of the possible investors in their project. 

Hence the palpitation his own ears could hear as he knocked on your door with the guise of talking about business.

Cale practised in his head the things he would say. How he would introduce himself. The way he would apologise for not meeting your expectations, for changing because of all the things that happened to him and all the years passing by.

Yet despite all that preparation, Cale could only exhale your name as he properly gazed into your eyes.

“My love? Is that you? Are you finally back in my arms?”

Cale doesn’t know how to answer that. Stupefied for yes it is him, but it’s not him at the same time.

“I’m not the same man you left back on earth. I’ve changed and I’m not sure if I’m still what you were expecting.”

Your lover confesses solemnly, still standing in the doorway. Despite having an entirely different appearance you could still recognise those eyes of his. Albeit they have grown weary over the years you haven’t been in each other’s arms.

“I grew tired of life. Lost the drive to do good that might have been the reason why you loved me. There were days when I thought of ending it all. Times when I questioned if what I was doing was worth it. My hands and conscience are soiled. I don’t know if I can go back to being the same man that you loved.”

You sauntered over to where he was. Once you were face-to-face you took his hands and held them with your own. Cale’s breath hitched while your heart beat so fast you swear he could hear it.

“Does this mean you’re breaking your promise?”

You softly asked as you moved to untangle your hands from his. However, before you could do so, Cale tightened his hold. Even going as far as to intertwine your fingers.

“NO… no, never. I would never do that, never to you. It’s just- it’s just that I might not be what you’re expecting. I might not be able to give you the love you’ve been waiting for.”

Panic is evident in Cale’s voice. Your strong lover, the renowned tactician back on earth, reduced to a trembling mess at the mere thought of never feeling your warmth once again.

“Then you must really be my love, the same man I fell in love with all those years ago.”

You squeezed his hands once more. This time assuring him that you aren’t going anywhere.

“I loved you because you’re you. Nothing will change the fact that you’re my beloved. The one for me, my only soulmate in every lifetime. It matters not to me the changes time has brought for you are still you and that’s what matters.”

Untangling your hands in order to hold his face, you took in his new appearance. Properly gazed into those eyes of his that held so much love for you.

“I love you. I always have and always will.”

With that, your lips finally connected. 

The past cannot be overwritten. Surely there will be times when one of you will wake up from a nightmare because of the various tragedies you have experienced from your past lives.

But that’s okay.

For this time you are back in each other’s arms. This time you can rely on each other once more. 

This time you have another lifetime that you can spend with each other.

And that’s the only thing that matters.