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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year ago

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Can you believe I've never done Farmtale Sans before? As a certified country girl? Shocking, I know. I'll rectify this issue with my latest brainrot scenario immediately

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“whoever this is, it better be real fuckin’ important,” the voice at the other end said, gruff and tired, heavy with a mix of annoyance and sleepiness.

Immediately, shame washed over you. The very small amount of steam you’d managed to muster up completely dissipated from your body as you imagined Sans’ disappointed and disbelieving reaction to your pathetic request.

This was a mistake.

“... H-hey. Uhm... I’m fine, I didn’t mean to call. Butt dial, hahah.” Your voice nearly cracked. “Sorry for waking you up.”

“... wait.” His voice instantly changed. “hey, don’t hang up-”

You didn’t hear the rest of what he said. You hung up, and put the phone down. Now you were right back to square one, sitting at the kitchen table in a freezing empty house at 2 in the morning. It had taken you almost half an hour to muster up the courage to call him- thirty minutes of sitting by the phone, wrapped up in your coat, shaking and holding back tears. You started plotting places you were going to sleep. Maybe if you put more wood in the kitchen stove, you could just sleep at the table until morning.

... You inherited this place from your grandmother. It was a ‘rustic’ house that hadn’t seen human company for over a decade, in the middle of the deep countryside, cut off from almost everything. Spooky, draughty, on nights like tonight sitting in the kitchen was like sitting in a fridge. You had moved out of necessity- your landlord in the city had evicted you from your beloved apartment to jack up his prices, and you couldn’t find anywhere else to live except this middle-of-nowhere house left in your name.

You had lived in the city your whole life. You weren’t used to being in the country, not at all. The month you’d spent here had only reinforced that fact to you, over and over.

Something made a noise outside. An animal, maybe. You curled your coat tighter around you.

The only upside so far had been meeting the monsters that made up the tight-knit community you had been unceremoniously dropped into. Papyrus and Sans, especially, had been so wonderful and helpful. Sans had told you to call if you needed anything.

... Which was exactly why you didn’t have the heart to tell him why you were really calling. You didn’t want him to think any worse of you than he probably already did. A stuck-up city girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

You were scared.

...

The phone rang. The sound made you jump, it felt so loud in the silence. Despite your increasing shame, and the desire to just let it ring... you picked up.

“c’mon, don’t be like that.” He sounded much softer than when he had first answered. “what’s wrong? something happen?”

“N-no.” Hearing someone else’s voice was so comforting. You felt so alone, far away from everyone. “It’s nothing.”

You obviously weren’t very convincing. “doesn’t seem like nothing. you sound terrified.”

“I’m just cold.”

“didja kill someone? do i need to come over and help hide a body?”

You couldn’t help it, that made you giggle a little.

...

It just came. You didn’t entirely know why. Probably because it was two, and you hadn’t slept since six the previous morning. Unable to help yourself, you just... burst into tears.

“hey. s’ok, you’re gonna be ok. i’m on the way.”

“N-no, no, please,” You pressed your sleeve against your eyes The shame was absolutely overwhelming. “Please don’t come,”

“too late. already outta bed, it’s serious business. you gonna tell me what’s got you all shaken up?”

You pulled your knees up to your face. Well, no hiding it now, huh? He’d heard you sobbing over the phone. Your voice crumpled under a mixture of tears, fear, immense fatigue and shame. You felt like such a baby.

“Th-there’s a huge spider on my bed,” you finally admitted, feebly. “I-I’m... I don’t know what to do.”

“aw jeez. why didn’t you just say?”

You could suddenly barely talk through the crying. Hours of stress, all coming out in one mess. He probably thought you were pathetic.

“hey. knock knock.”

As he said that, you heard two soft knocks on your side door. You jumped up, what the hell? Was that Sans? You dropped the phone and rushed to the door to let him in, almost tripping over yourself.

You opened the door, the air was full of the sound of wind and crickets. Sans stood in the darkness outside of the house, dressed in a thick knitted sweater, blue and white striped pyjama bottoms, big heavy boots, and a coat over the top of it all. He had the phone in one hand, and his smile widened when he saw you.

Shocked, you scrubbed at your eyes and nose again, self consciously trying to wipe off the tears and snot. He lived half an hour's drive from you. “H-how... how did you get here so fast?”

“shortcut.” He winked, those lovely emerald green eyelights glimmering in the low light. “can i come in?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice, stepping to the side. Maybe he knew roads your map apps didn't. Sans eagerly came into the light, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him.

“this way?” he asked.

... You showed him to the bedroom, but cowered in the doorway.

“I-it’s under the sheet.”

Sans didn’t even hesitate. He approached the bed and flipped back the sheet. The spider hadn’t moved since you last saw it scurry under your bedclothes, still sitting right there, with its fat hairy body and sharp legs. It was probably the biggest spider you had ever seen in your entire life. You felt a horrible chill pass over you.

“dang. he is big. look at the size of that gangly fucker.”

Having said that, Sans just... grabbed it. He picked the spider up before it could run and held it in his enclosed fist like he was scooping up a penny he had dropped on the floor. Just like that, he moved across the room and pulled back the curtain, cracked the window open, stuck his arm out, and threw the spider out into the darkness.

He closed the window again. The air felt less heavy. He even tugged the handle to make sure the window was all properly sealed up, pulling the curtains closed again.

It took him all of fifteen seconds.

“all good.” He turned to you, grinning and showing you his open palms. No spider. “successfully evicted.”

...

You started crying again.

Sans mumbled a soft ‘aw jeez’. He didn’t hesitate to cross the room, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a warm hug, ignoring your babbled apologies.

“he really spooked ya, huh?” A gentle hand smoothed over your hair. He smelled like sweet hay, hours of sunshine, and something slightly musky. “how long were you tryna drum up the courage?”

“T-two hours,” you sobbed, muffled in his sweater.

You’d expected him to laugh at you. But he didn’t. He just held you, letting you cry out all the stress that had been building up over the course of the night. You were pretty sure this was the first time you had been hugged since before you left the city.

Eventually, you calmed yourself down, reducing to just hiccups. Sans didn’t let go until you did, allowing you to pull away, but keeping a steadying hand on your arm.

“easy, pet.” His voice was so warm and soothing. “you’re all good.”

“Fucking... I’m just such a baby.” Your sleeves were damp from all of the tear wiping you were doing. You made an unattractive sniffling sound. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“cus i’m used to ‘em. also, i’m a skeleton, so i don’t gotta worry about being bitten. no shame in bein’ scared of the big ones.”

Your voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry you came out all this way.”

“... did you think i’d be mad at you?” he asked, softly.

“M-mhm.”

“i really don’t mind bein’ yer bug removing hero." He patted his nonexistent bicep. "tell ya what, it makes me feel very big an’ tough.”

He had you giggling again. He always did. He seemed proud of himself- his presence was balm to your Soul right now.

��I just... I get so scared at night.” Your cheeks were hot. “It’s so quiet, and dark. I feel like I’m the only person around for miles. I don’t know why I thought I could do this.”

"this?"

"Living out here."

“hey, i beg to differ. yer already doin’ so much better than most who move to these parts.”

You looked up at him. Why did that tiny bit of praise make your heart swell so much? You didn’t feel like you were doing ‘better’. You’d just called your nearest neighbour at 2 in the morning to come save you from a spider. “But I’m always asking for help.”

“exactly. you’re askin’. that’s the important part.” His eyelights were so warm. “that’s how we make it work, out here. we help each other.”

Goddamnit. You were gonna cry again. You just about managed to choke it down.

“... the animal noises also probably freak you out too, huh?”

“Y-yeah, hah.”

“if you don’t know what yer hearin’, it can be pretty scary.”

... You sniffled.

...

“... you’re shaking. d’ya want me to stay?”

How did he know? He always just seemed to know. You nodded, meekly. You didn’t want to be alone right now, and you knew the house would feel even colder and emptier once you’d known how it felt while you had company.

“Will Papyrus be worried?”

“he knew i was headin’ out to help ya. he’ll be fine.”

... You didn’t need to say out loud where you wanted Sans to sleep. Both of you knew.

The two of you finally took off your coats, and Sans turned off the lights. His forest-coloured eyelights were the only illumination in the room. As soon as he shuffled into bed beside you, you gratefully curled up against him, he was so calming and so warm. He reciprocated, wrapping his big arms around you, his comforting smell soothing your shot nerves.

“... Thank you.” Your voice was almost a whisper.

“yer really warm.” he hummed. “just so you know, i’m a bit of a snorer.”

You probably should’ve been more concerned, sharing a bed in a very secluded location with a guy you barely knew. But you didn’t have the energy for it. For the first time in a long time, you were warm, didn’t feel lonely, and weren’t worried at all about bugs.

“I don’t mind.”

... It was the best night’s sleep you’d ever had.

#llama writes #first time writing farmtale sans !!#big soft man

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raytoebiter · 22 days ago

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iv. don't you dare forget the sun (written work)

The area around your café, just a few meters down the block, was a small, isolated town. The reason why it was dubbed as isolated was due to its vulnerability to endangered animals. It used to be popular. It really did. That was, until people eventually got tired of the lack of availability and access to the city resources. So, eventually, they moved to the city.

So to say, it's a really small town with only elders typically living in the area since they were mostly the ones who knew how things went from there. And since your café was just right outside of the pathway that led to said 'small town', it was mostly habituated with a lot of elders, tourists, and sometimes, students. The only season that it gets crowded is when it comes to exam season, so it's a bit hectic.

And now that you're a senior in highschool now, your grandmother decided it would be a good idea to hire a bit more employees to help you out.

Well. Not if said 'employee' is your damn rival!?

The sound of a groan interrupts your internal panic, and you're met with creepy, damn purple eyes and an ugly sneer with the ugliest fucking face, "stop looking like an addict and stop using your phone."

"Shut the fuck up, what are you doing here?" You narrow your eyes, scowling at him as he smiled, "and I wasn't using my phone, mind you."

"Sure," he scoffs, before leaning into the counter with a sneer, “don't tell me you kiss your nanny with that mouth, [Name]?"

Your eye twitches in indignance, and the shit-eating smirk on his punchable face only widens, "answer my question, Scara."

Indignantly, Scaramouche finally drops the facade and shrugs you off, "take a guess, fuckwipe. who do you think your new slave is?"

You freeze. Fuck, what the fuck. It's real. What. The. Fuck.

And as the sound of his breath drags out of his mouth in a painstaking manner, you burst.

"What do you mean? You're the new barista? You gotta be fucking kidding me—"

"No shit–"

"Dealing with you in school is already enough, but now I have to deal with you in my precious free time in work too—"

"I'm not enjoying this as much as you don't, FYI–"

"I don't care if you enjoy this or not, you're ruining every aspect of my life with that presence of yours!"

"Now that's fucking selfish, isn't it? I won't enjoy being in that cramped little space dealing with your bullshit either–"

"Well, get out of here then!" You lash out, feeling the sweat in your palms build up as you glare into his damn creepy purple eyes staring you down. The sound of your heart palpitating at a rapid rate feels way too clear in your ears to the point you're convinced it's as if it's right next to it. But, you pay no heed to it and continue glowering at the frowning man in front of you.

You could practically see the gears turning inside his head before his brows furrowed down even further and before he could open his mouth, a bell chimes just right beside you, followed by a hoarse, gentle voice.

“Oh? Is that the new kid? Why are you two arguing? I could hear you all the way to the back.”

“No, we're just—”

—Then, a hand grips the top of your head. What the fuck. Roughly, too.

Perhaps turning to him with the most confused and disgusted expression would scare away the hand gripping your head as if it was a stress ball, right? Because, it really was starting to hurt. And, never mind that. Why? What the fuck is up with thim. Also, he's lucky he's taller than you despite being 5'6. Fuck this piece of—

"Nah, actually, we're super fine here. She's just being noisy 'cause I scored higher than her earlier in our recitation." Scaramouche says casually with the most pseudo smile, all the while threading his fingers to your hair more gently this time.

And, what the fuck. Why is it gentle. Why. Why. What in actual fuck is happening. Didn't he just tell you to kill yourself just a few hours back in your classroom. What the fuck. Never mind that, why the fuck is he smiling like the fakest bitch you've ever seen.

And amidst your dilemma, your grandmother beams, and it's so comical in the way her eyes light up and her grin widens, "is that so? Do you two know each other? classmates? friends?"

The fingers that were once gently scraping its fingertips onto your scalp tenses; and briefly, you could feel what he was feeling from the way his fingertips slightly trembled—and it feels weird, because why would he be trembling?

Slapping his idle hand away from your scalp, a sigh rattles your body, "yeah, no. we're just classmates."

Unfortunately, goes unsaid in the air.

“Ah. So, friends it is!”

The heck.

In that case, you have no idea how to tell her that you considered murdering the said "friend" beside you with a pen back when he shoved his damn palm onto your face just so he could get the points first.

You sheepishly clear your throat. “no, we're just—”

Scaramouche cuts you off, shrugging indignantly, “yeah, we're friends.”

What a dick.

Baffled, you're about to interrupt when he turns to you with sharp, narrowed eyes before continuing with a tired tone, “can we just start the meeting? I have an appointment by—” he glances at the clock, noting it before facing your grandmother again with an apologetic smile, “..around three hours from now.”

Her wrinkly eyes darted to the clock, before rushing to the door and flipping the sign over, “my! how impolite of me, come, come! help me with the boxes before we start with the meeting. Hurry, you two!”

A few things run in your head as you sat through two hours of the meeting with the same monologue you've heard over the past years.

First off—why the fuck was he acting like the kindest dick you've ever known. Why is he even acting so kind in front of your grandma. Why is he even here. Why did he use your head as a fucking stress ball. Why did his fingers tremble upon the mention of you two being friends. Did he hate you that much that even the image of you two being friends scare him. Damn, you kinda agree to that though. And goddamn, did you literally crash out in front of him? God—

As your grandmother finishes her long introduction to the café rules and the like, she finally leaves you two alone at the expense of getting snacks and coffee. And to talk. Apparently.

The bell chimes again the second time that night, and all that was left in the cramped staff room was you, the whiteboard with the new schedule and a very pissed-frowning Scaramouche.

“Fuck,” he muttered while glaring into the new schedule. As if staring at it with such disdain would have it engraved into his mind.

Naturally, you react with a sigh, “so, you're actually going to work at this place, huh?”

He drowsily leans back into his chair, still glaring into the damn whiteboard, “Unfortunately, yeah. didn't think I'd have to spend my fridays with you in it too.”

Humming, you mutter a small, “yeah, same.”

Then, silence.

“So—”

“Can I—”

Both of you pause to look at each other with frowns and sharp glares.

“Why in the fucking hell are we acting like two damn middle schoolers about to engage in intercourse.”

Another question courses through your head and this time, you voice it out loud in genuine curiosity, “why are you so vulgar? this is like, the 10th curse word I've heard from you.”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes, “surprise, surprise, ass-kisser.”

“Ass-kisser? What—”

“When can I fucking leave? It's almost time.”

Ugh. Welcome Lieutenant of Patience here, everyone!

Your brow twitches upward in annoyance, “you're not even going to wait until grandma comes back?”

Frowning, he turns to you with a scrunched expression, “I don't plan on making friends here, [Name].”

You scoff as you roll your eyes, right. He stands with a creak, already turning to the exit.

“Back door’s to the right! I'll tell grandma you had to leave early, since it sounds like you're going to piss your pants for that appointment you have!"

His figure briefly stills for a second in the reflection of the whiteboard, and with a dubious tone, he mutters under the dull hums of the AC, "ugh. thanks. or whatever.”

The door clicks to a close and you stare at it with absolute disbelief.

What the fuck has this day gone into.

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sparrowrye · 2 months ago

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Archivist's Oath || Alastor x Reader, Chapter 3

Synopsis: Alastor is starting to realize that he may have fallen a little too hard for us

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Alastor sat stiffly on the couch, long hooves tapping the old carpet while his fingers played with the string he found in the couch the other day. Rain pelted the forest above but little of it reached the alcove thanks to the trees and brambles protecting this hidden secret. You had barely completed your chores before the rain forced you inside for the remainder of the day.

The normally self-assured mage was at a complete loss at how to proceed. He stole glances at you from where you sat on the opposite end of the couch. Since the kiss you'd shared the night before, you had grown quiet and reserved again. You hadn't pulled away, not exactly, but you weren't leaning into him or striking up a conversation like you usually did. It unnerved him more than he wanted to admit.

He tied the string around one of his fingers until it cut off circulation. He shouldn't have kissed you. He was going to leave soon and trying to involve himself with a woman so cut off from the rest of the world, so far away from his home, and an Archivist no less, was not exactly the most ideal candidate for his affections. To be frank, he didn't know he even had it in him.

But then...

What if he convinced you to come with him? What if he convinced you to join him at Pentagram City? What if he convinced you to share the books with him? If you were as invested in him as he expected, would you be willing to bend your oath?

The idea was outlandish, he knew that, but still crossed his mind. Archivists were well known to be unbreakable. There wasn't a single known Archivist to have given in and shared their books or knowledge. They either burned the books, were killed in interrogations, or committed suicide before anyone could question them.

Alastor knew you had resilience. That much was obvious given that you continued to live alone for five years after the passing of your grandmother and mother, even if it was painfully obvious that you were lonely. Could he entice you out of your little cave and into a world full of colors and excitement?

Then there was the matter of...him.

How often had you used the old crank radio? Did you listen to his broadcasts? Did you know who the Radio Demon was? Even if you didn't know who he was, what would happen when you did find out? Would you seal yourself off forever, falling back on that stupid oath on default? You already had a tendency to lock down when something...tense happened.

He uncoiled the string from his finger then roughly raked his fingers through his hair. Serves him right for being interested in an Archivist of all people. He had only met one other Archivist in his life and the man shouted his oath on repeat until his dying breath.

Granted, Alastor's meeting with the Archivist had been thirty-seconds at best but it was plenty for him to want to know more about this hidden group. He knew he would meet at least one more on his conquest, but developing...feelings was something he hadn't planned for.

He stole more glances your way. You were sitting on the other edge of the couch, your legs tucked up neatly, as you sketched away at the kitchen scene before you. Your shoulders were visibly tense and it was usually you who wouldn't stop staring, not him.

He let out a sigh and dropped his head against the back of the couch cushion, a hand coming up to rest on his stitches. Even though it was boring, this life style was a sanctuary he hadn't been expecting. Perhaps, until he could find a way to communicate with his team, he could enjoy this a little bit longer.

He lifted his head and gently called your name. You gave a hum in response, eyes not moving from your sketch. He dug his heel into the carpet. "You seem...distracted."

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"I'm not," I mumbled. I continued to shade in an area on the floor, accidentally darkening it too much as my attention split.

"You've been...quiet."

I shrugged. "Probably the rain. I'm not a fan."

I heard him shift on the couch and spared a glance his way. He was watching me closely, those beautiful crimson eyes weighing on me with an intensity I wasn't prepared for. I looked back to my sketch.

"I don't often find myself at a loss for words but..." He pulled at the collar of his shirt like it had just shrunk a size. "I must admit you seem to render me speechless at times."

"Your humor says otherwise." It was meant to be a jibe but it failed...miserably.

"My dear..." his tone grew more serious. "I can't help but wonder...did I overstep?"

My hand stilled over the drawing. My heart started to race as the silence grew, the intensity with it. I wanted to look but not at the same time. I had been hoping he wouldn't bring up yesterday but that had been a far-fetched hope. All he ever did was talk.

"No."

I went back to sketching. I continuously glanced in his direction, as if worried he might move too quickly for me to react to something. I could tell he had a quick temper from our previous exchanges and I had to remind myself that I barely knew him. I knew what he was like in the given circumstances, but I didn't know him.

"Then...what is it?" he ventured.

Of course he put it back on me. I drew the same line repeatedly as I brewed over how to respond to a question like that. How was I supposed to answer a question that I didn't even know the answer to myself?

"It's nothing," I mumbled. I could never explain the inner turmoil I was facing.

"Perhaps I misread the room," he said with a sigh. "It hadn't been my intention to make you uncomfortable."

"No...you're fine." Pencil in hand, I dropped my forehead into my palm. "I'm not...it wasn't...uncomfortable."

"Would you prefer it if I...didn't do it again?"

"No. I wouldn't." My face grew impossibly warm as I went back to my sketch. My knees were starting to ache from keeping them bent so high and tight. My fingers, too, from clutching the pencil so hard.

The silence continued to drone on, the faint sound of rain drenching the forest above. The lines in my sketch were starting to blur and my head throbbed softly from the adrenaline rush still running through my veins.

Al shifted to lay down and dropped his feet directly in my lap. My glare met his smirk. "What are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable," he articulated. "That way at least one of us is."

My mouth opened and closed twice, words failing me until I shoved his hooves off, only for them to return a moment later. "Absolutely not. You're just at fault."

"Then relax a tad, my dear." He fluttered his fingers and a gentle breeze pushed against my shoulders in an effort to push me back into the couch cushion.

"It's a tad hard to when you're a footrest." I tried pushing his feet off again but they suddenly wrapped around my waist and gave a quick pull to dislodge me from the armrest. "You're impossible." I dropped my sketchbook on the table then attempted to pry his feet off once more. He locked his ankles on the other side of me.

"Oh come now, I'm the one whose injured. Surely you wouldn't begrudge me this small comfort." He placed a hand on his chest and feigned an innocent smile that made me want to do nothing but stare at him for hours.

"Perhaps I would if you actually took care of your hooves." I wiggled the footclaw by the tip of its point. I smoothed my thumb down the inner edge until I reached the furry spot between the hooves. "These things look like they haven't been--"

He jerked his leg sharply and let out a choked, undignified snort. Our eyes widened at each other, mouths slightly agape while his leg hovered in the air between us. It lasted only a moment before realization hit me.

It was my turn to smile mischievously. "You're ticklish."

"I'm not." He sat up and tried to pull his other leg free but I leaned back into the cushion and grabbed his ankle, effectively pinning it behind me.

My grin grew wider. "You totally are." With the leg still trapped behind my back, I reached down and lightly gripped the bottom of his foot. The reaction was immediate and glorifying. He cursed my name with a barely contained laugh. The break in his usual calm, composed, and prideful demeanor melted all the tension away in an instant.

"Stop that!" he cried through another burst of laughter. He gave a harsh pull of his leg, dragging me with it until I was within reaching distance. I let go and sprang off the couch but he was faster, arms grabbing my waist and pulling me back down so my back was against his healing chest. "You don't know what you started, my dear."

His fingers moved along my sides and under my arms as I burst into laughter and tried to pull away. It took one arm on my waist to keep me trapped to him while the other moved around my flailing arms.

"Al no! I can't--stop! Al! I don't...I don't wanna hurt you!" I finally grabbed hold of his wrist but he was unnaturally strong, still reaching under my arms and pulling more fits of laughter. I could hear softer laughs behind me as I failed to free myself. "Okay okay! I give up! Please!"

At once he relented. I scrambled to the other end of the couch, giggles trailing off as I tried to catch my breath. Al bore his smug smirk as he, too, took a moment to breathe. A red tipped hand splayed over his chest as he did.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my own smile still pinching my cheeks.

"Let that be a lesson to you," he said instead, "Not to mess with me again."

I laid down to mirror him and draped my feet over his legs. "You're in my home. You should be lucky I tolerate you."

He shifted lower and extended his ridiculously long legs to rest by my shoulders, warily watching my hands in case I were to test him again. "Ah, and tolerate me you do."

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"You're being awfully cryptic tonight," Al said. The forest was quiet save for the gentle gust of wind through the trees and the crunch of sticks and leaves under their feet. Never did he go anywhere without his boots but since his arrival at your bunker, he had yet to actually put them back on. The soft earth felt too good under his hooves.

"It's called a surprise," you replied, hand gripping his and dragging him through the trees with his blindfold still on.

"It feels more like you're testing my endurance." The tips of his hooves grazed over a rock. You were surprisingly upbeat and chipper since the tickling match the day before. It was refreshing.

"You'll see."

"That's hardly an answer."

"It's the only one you're gonna get."

He furrowed his eyebrows but didn't venture further. Instead, he let you guide him through the forest in a twisted pathway that left him more disoriented than when he first left the alcove. He wasn't sure if that was done on purpose or by accident from the sporadicalness of your nature.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his blindfold was removed. They stood before one of the old buildings that surrounded the forest, towering several flights overhead. The stone was chipping and cracking away but the vines and other natural elements seemed to be gluing everything together.

"You know I've seen one of these before, right my dear?" he teased.

"Save your breath. You're gonna need it." Without another word, you disappeared into the dark entrance of the building. He let out a sigh with a shake of his head but followed.

A single lantern in your hand led the way up the broken stairs. He was slower, thanks to his injury, and he felt a trickle of magic from the floor above before he clambered up. When there weren't any stairs, thick vines and brambles took their place.

You had magic.

Little, by the feel of it against his own magic, but magic nonetheless. You were just one big puzzle piece he enjoyed putting together.

Eventually they reached the roof. His hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat and he welcomed the cool gust of wind. He barely had time to catch his breath before it was promptly taken from him again as you blew out the lantern, revealing a sea of stars before his very eyes. He lost his balance on his knees but continued to stare up at the night sky.

He had seen this same sky before but it somehow felt different this time. It expanded well beyond everywhere he looked, blanketing him in its navy pastel canvas. The stars felt so close yet so distant. Perhaps he had hit his head a little too hard on his fall into your alcove.

Your giggle broke the trance as you laid down, hands behind your head. He joined you, situating himself so there was barely an inch between your shoulders.

"I didn't take you for the stargazing type," he commented.

"I used to come here all the time as a teenager," you said softly, almost wistfully, "It was the one thing I could count on. Even if there were clouds, I still knew the stars were shining behind it, just waiting to break through." You extended a hand into the sky and pinched the air, like you were trying to pluck one of the crisp stars from its spot.

He turned his head to look at you, his chest welling with something he couldn't quite place. "I didn't think there was much to...be concerned about in your life."

You were quiet for a moment and he mentally berated himself for the comment. His scolding was silenced when you spoke up, "No, but there's always something to stress yourself out with. My mother and grandmother didn't always see eye to eye, and neither did my mother and I. Once my grandmother died...things were really tense between us."

A moment passed while Alastor tried to think of what to say next. "And you brought me all the way up here because...?"

You shrugged. "I thought you might like it. You don't seem like the stargazing type, either." You turned to look at him too, now realizing how close his face was to yours. He could've sworn he saw a blush in the starlight. "But...also because I wanted to share it with someone."

His fingers twitched, then reached out to carefully, uncertainly, rest over yours. He watched a smile creep across your face and he took that as a green light, covering your entire hand and threading his fingers with yours. "Beautiful..." he murmured.

A soft giggle. "Me or the stars?"

"You."

He lifted your hand to press a gentle kiss to the back of it, deep crimson eyes never once leaving yours. It made your smile grow and your curled towards him on your side. "That wasn't very subtle of you."

"I wasn't trying to be." His smile mirrored yours as he lowered your clasped hands on his chest. You shifted closer so your shoulder was finally touching his, warmth seeping through your bones and up to your cheeks.

~*~

As the minutes stretched, the silence grew heavier, but not uncomfortably. The wind whistled softly up here and the stars shone down on us. It was a peace I had never known. It was a peace I didn't want to let go. It was a peace I was so afraid of losing.

I had grown used to letting things happen to me. I had grown used to going with the flow, of doing what I was told. I had grown used to so much in my plain, simple life. For once, I didn't want to let something just happen.

I pulled my fingers out of his grip, earning a worried look from Al as he let me pull away. I shifted and propped myself up on my elbow so I was leaning partly over him, just as he had done to me the other day. His smile, though slightly wary, grew as I laid a gentle hand on his stitched chest. His other hand came to rest on my lower back.

"Do you ever wonder what's out there?" Al asked, a slight shake in his tone. His hand covered mine that was covering his stitches.

"Sometimes."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, a lot," I corrected. "I used to imagine what it would be like to escape. To leave everything behind and be...whoever."

His fingers trailed up my arm softly, raising goosebumps in his wake. They touched my shoulder then tucked my hair behind my ear, giving way for him to rest his palm against my cheek. His smile was sweet and wide enough that one of his canine teeth poked through his lips.

"But...lately," I went on, voice softer now as I leaned closer, "I find myself appreciating what's right in front of me."

His fingers on my cheek and back tightened just a smidge, but I had been anticipating a reaction and noticed. My hand fell off his chest to hold myself up on the other side of him, replicating the exact stance he had pulled with me.

"Do you, Al?"

He didn't answer right away, eyes drinking in every inch of my features in the darkness. One of his red ears twitched again. It brushed against the stone and made me giggle softly. It seemed to help him find his words. "There's many things I don't appreciate. However...I think you've shown me a new kind of appreciation for things."

I leaned closer. "That's good."

His eyes reflected the starlight, making it appear as if the universe was looking back at me. In that moment, he was my universe.

His lips parted to say something but nothing came out. He tried twice more with the same results. His star-filled eyes continued to look at me, searching and vulnerable. It was a look I had never seen on anyone, least of all him. We may not know each other's past, but somehow it still felt like we knew everything. It felt raw and soul-deep; a mutual understanding that the stars were aligning just for us.

Before I could think better of it, I leaned down to kiss him. It was just as gentle as the first, and even a little shaky. His hand moved to the back of my head and his other one pressed into my back.

The stars and the universe faded to the back of my mind. There was only him. The strength of his arm, the beating of his heart, and the warmth of his lips.

I pulled away. Not very far—just enough that the tips of our noses brushed against each other's. His eyes fluttered open, reflecting the stars once more and the outline of my silhouette. There was only me. Nothing else had his attention, not even the gorgeous sprawl of stars behind me.

The press on my back pulled me in. Heavy breaths filled my lungs as the intensity grew in a split second. His arm climbed the rest of the way so it hooked on my shoulder, keeping me pinned against his mostly healed chest. I hooked my foot around both his knees to bring him closer as my lips burned against his.

His breath fanned my upper lip through the kiss but I had yet to take another breath. I had to push against his grip until he let go, cheeks flushed and lips glistening in the blue light. "Breathe through it," he instructed, pulling me back down before I could catch my breath.

His tongue gently touched my lips before slipping inside. I stilled at the new sensation but he was quick to keep going, dousing me in scents of leather, smoke, and cinnamon. Breathing deeply, I gave in to temptation.

My hand threaded through his hair, and I slowly reached up for his ears as his fingers dragged all over my back. I touched the base of his ears and his hand fisted my hair, making me whimper from the sting.

Almost instantly he moaned and the vibrations ran down my throat and in my chest. I returned the moan, one hand gripping his ear that was unnaturally soft. He'd never let me touch them.

He moved down my spine and grabbed my ass. I yelped, momentarily breaking the kiss, but he was quick to lure me back with a guiding hand on the back of my head. Our bodies shifted against one another and hands gripped at clothes like we starved for touch. We were.

Then it happened.

A soft ruffling broke the stillness. I pulled away sharply, leaving Al to stare wide-eyed at the new display above him, breath uneven. A pair of delicate, white tipped feathers shimmered in the dim light, the stars licking the edges of my wings in a soft glow.

"No! I'm sorry!" My hands struggled to keep my shirt over my chest while the other tried to shove them back into the tattoo on my back. They weren't listening!

"Don't." The softness of his tone made me freeze, and I glanced over to see him sitting up. His eyes jumped between my face and the wings I was failing to hide behind my smaller frame. "Don't hide them."

My wings had pulled my shirt up and I covered my slightly exposed chest with both arms. Al shifted closer. "I-I'm sorry," I apologized again, leaning back on my heels as he drew nearer. "They—it sometimes happens when I'm...overwhelmed." I bowed my head as embarrassment bled through like an open wound.

"Overwhelmed, huh?"

My glare was half-hearted at best. "Don't start."

He chuckled but his eyes were drawn back to the still visible wings. Tentatively, he reached out. "May I?"

My wings stuttered as I drew them back to their normal position, directly in front of him. His dark fingers brushed one of the feathers, eyes lighting up in awe. "They're...gorgeous."

"You're not upset?"

His red glazed flickered to me. "Why would I be upset?"

"That I...didn't tell you about them?"

His smile softened but his eyes remained on the feathery veil. "There is a lot that we aren't telling each other." His fingers reached further up to touch the lean muscle that carried the feathers. I flinched and he retracted his hand, then slowly reached again. His fingers moved along the soft muscle and sent a funny feeling down my spine.

When was the last time someone had touched my wings?

A chill ran through my body when he moved closer to my back. His stupid smirk returned, though not as intense as it usually was. "Sensitive, hm?"

"Okay, you don't get to touch anymore." I pulled my wings out of reach and turned to face him completely. He chuckled and crossed his legs in front of me, red tipped hooves grazing the old concrete.

"You're really something, you know," he said sweetly. He rested his chin on his hand and just...looked at me.

~*~

Alastor watched the way your wings curled inward and successfully hid you behind a blanket of brown and white feathers. "Are you hiding from me?" He shifted closer, yet again, until his knees touched the feathers.

"No," you mumbled.

Was that a...tail he saw behind you?

He reached through the soft wall and found your knees. His fingers moved lightly up and down your thighs, finally able to feel the strong muscles you had built from your lifestyle. Your wings shuttered at his touch.

"They're very expressive," he said with a gentle squeeze on your thighs.

"So are your ears."

As if on cue, they both flicked. They twisted backwards as he grumbled. He rarely gave them much thought since they rarely did anything other than stand up straight, but then again, you elicited a lot of different things in him.

He graced over the comment. "You don't need to be shy, my dear."

"I'm not shy," you said as if you weren't still hiding behind a veil of feathers. He found your arms and moved down to grasp a hand, gently pulling it out of the feathery cave and placing a kiss on your knuckles. Your wings fluttered again.

He gripped both your thighs and gave a quick, sharp pull towards him. Your wings sprung open in an attempt to keep your balance and he moved quickly, snaking his arms under your legs and pulling you to sit on his lap. Your feet crossed behind him while your arms latched onto his shoulders, his hand pressing into your back—in between the joints of your wings—to bring you closer.

His tail wagged softly as he coerced you even closer, finally able to feel your slightly exposed chest against his. He briefly closed his eyes as he rubbed the tip of his nose against yours.

He wasn't thinking. He was acting. He wasn't strategizing. He was running with the wind. He wasn't floating. He was falling deeper and deeper in those beautiful eyes, sweet scent, and soft skin. He was falling deeper in a place he never believed was possible.

I'm done for, was all he could think as he kissed you.

His hands moved along your bare back and gripped the base of your wings. It made your whole body shudder, wings ruffling behind him and encasing both bodies in a protective, feathery circle. Perhaps, just for once in his life, he could indulge in something without thinking it through.

He hungrily ate your every moan, shiver, whine, and heated breath. He held you tight, afraid to lose you, afraid that you would suddenly disappear. His fingers tangled in your hair as his tongue slipped into your scalding mouth. You were warm. You were calm. You were strong. You were steadfast. You were everything he wanted.

He sucked in a breath through his nose, a slow, deep breath to draw in your earthy scent. It was as if he had known that scent all his life. It was as if he had known you his whole life.

Your fingers clasped behind his head while your legs held onto him, pulling you even closer than you already were. But it wasn't enough. He wanted to lose himself in the starlight of your eyes, in the glow of your wings, in the warmth of your kiss, and in the gentleness of your touch.

Nothing could pull him from this moment. Not the way his stitches constricted, not the way his pants felt a size too small, not the way your teeth clanged frequently against his, and not the way you gripped his ear a little too hard. You were all he wanted.

In the distant future, he knew the nature of things would make it rough, but this time—this time—he would actually fight for something he truly wanted.

Little did he know how much of a fight he would actually have to face.

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It Was Supposed To Be Us - Chapter 5

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: We have reached the end of our story! Thank you to everybody that's interacted with this series. Every like, comment, and reblog mean so much to me. I hope you guys enjoy this finale. I'm not great at writing action scenes so forgive me if it's a little mid. All characters are aged up.

Previous Part

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of DV, PTSD, Anxiety, Violence, Blood, Smut, P in V, Fingering, Loss of Virginity, Creampie, I think that's it

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: Neteyam takes care of Ralu.

Sleep seems to elude Neteyam for the night. Every time he closes his eyes, he’s haunted by visions of your beaten face and body. It’s devastating. His stomach twists with nausea and guilt. He tosses and turns trying to get comfortable, but it’s useless. Before long, the sun starts to rise. Neteyam knows his father will be up soon. He’s going to need his support if he was going to pull this off without actually killing Ralu. And, as tempting as that idea sounds in his head, he knows it’s not the smart thing to do. Neteyam sits outside of his family’s home sharpening his knife and waiting for his dad. And almost on cue, Jake appears from inside.

“Neteyam, you’re up early” he says a bit taken aback.

“Couldn’t really sleep” he says continuing his work on his weapon.

Jake lets out a big exhale sitting next to Neteyam on the ground, “Talk to me, boy. Tell me what’s going on.” Jake still wasn’t clear on the details of what all was going on. When he took Neteyam away yesterday, he didn’t speak much on why he did what he did. Jake knows his son well enough to know that he wouldn’t snap like that on somebody for no good reason, but he couldn’t help if he didn’t know the entire situation.

Neteyam drops his knife and uses two fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose while he comes to grips with everything. “He is not a good man.”

“Yeah, you mentioned that yesterday, but what you haven’t said is what makes you feel that way.”

“He…he hurt her, dad…” his words trail off as he finds himself needing to literally bite his tongue to keep the tears at bay. “You should have seen what he did to her…”, one tear slips.

Jake nods solemnly understanding the situation now. “Is she okay? Is she safe right now?”

“Grandmother and Kiri are keeping her in the healing tent.” His jaw clenches in frustration, “I should have been there. A man is supposed to protect his own and I failed.”

“Do not blame yourself. You couldn’t have known this would happen. And son…she isn’t yours.” Jake doesn’t mean it to sound as harsh as it probably comes across.

Neteyam looks his father in the eye, “She is in every way that matters.”

In this moment, Jake doesn’t see just his son, he sees a man doing his best to defend what is precious to him.

“Alright, so what do you want to do?”

…

Neteyam propped himself against a tree deep in the woods while he waited to carry out his plan. Even just with the waiting, he can feel how his blood is beginning to boil. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t nervous. But he wasn’t nervous about his plan failing. He was more worried about controlling his own wrath. As far as Neteyam was concerned, Ralu deserved whatever fate befell him, but his father discouraged him from being the one to deliver that fate. “Let Eywa handle that part.”

Neteyam hears footsteps coming his direction. It was time. He remains in his spot against the tree and watches the figures in the distance grow closer. Jake was leading Ralu to Neteyam. Jake had convinced him that he wanted to apologize for his son and get his side of the story. Jake didn’t truly care for whatever excuse or lie Ralu tried to come up with for what happened to you. Before he agreed to help with this, he had already gone to speak with Mo’at about your condition. He didn’t actually see you out of respect for your privacy and dignity, but Mo’at gave him a very clear picture of your condition. And she confirmed that however you were injured, it definitely was not from “falling in the woods” as you had described to her. He had heard all he needed to.

Once Jake and Ralu reached the clearing, Ralu locked eyes with Neteyam and stopped dead in his tracks. He looks between the two Sully men and suddenly realizes that he’s trapped. He weighs his options on if he should stay or leave. But his own ego and anger cloud his better judgement as he decides to stay and stand his ground.

“Okay, I see what this is” his arrogance is obvious in his tone.

Jake and Neteyam exchange a glance and Jake gives his son a small nod before he walks into the woods a bit. He’s close enough to come running in case anything goes wrong, but his main purpose for standing there was in case Ralu attempted to run.

“Let me guess, this is about your little girlfriend, isn’t it?” Neteyam takes one step towards him, “Don’t you dare even talk about her. Be grateful I even left you a tongue to speak with.”

Ralu smirks at him, a smug display of his amusement. “You may be the son of toruk makto, but you need to learn to keep your hands off other people’s things. That bitch had it coming.” Neteyam had heard enough and lunges for Ralu knocking him over. Ralu kicks Neteyam off and attempts to take a swing at him, but he dodges. Neteyam takes a swipe at Ralu with his knife and manages to make a shallow cut on his outstretched arm. He pulls his arm back to look at the cut.

“That the best you can do?” he taunts.

Neteyam is unphased, “Says the only one bleeding.”

Ralu launches himself at Neteyam and manages to get him into a hold that Neteyam can’t quite maneuver out of. Instead, he flips around the knife still in his hand and cuts across Ralu’s abdomen. It’s not deep enough to cause any serious damage, but it is enough to make him release his hold. This makes him retreat from Neteyam in pain and give him an opening. Neteyam snakes around staying close to the ground and grabs Ralu from behind and wrestles him down to the ground. His legs lock and hold Ralu’s while his arms have him in a headlock and his knife is alarmingly close to his throat.

Ralu struggles against Neteyam’s hold, but with no success. The threat of Neteyam’s knife pressing into his skin makes him finally go still.

“You will never come near her again, do you understand?” Neteyam hisses in his hear. “She is not yours and she will never be yours. And if I ever, ever see you even so much as look at her the wrong way, I will personally see to it that you suffer an excruciating end.”

Ralu scoffs. He doesn’t think Neteyam actually has it in him to follow through on his threat. Neteyam is seeing red as he flips the knife in his hand and jams it through Ralu’s shoulder. He screams out in pain and writhes in Neteyam’s hold. He pulls it out and presses the very tip of his knife into the skin on Ralu’s throat coaxing out a single dribble of blood. “Answer me!” Neteyam was fully prepared to do away with this man for good and deal with whatever fallout came after.

“Neteyam!” Jake calls out to him. When he turns to look at his father, he has a stern look on his face urging him to do the smart thing.

Ralu knows he can’t actually beat Neteyam and he’s ready to end this whole ordeal finding you not to be worth all the trouble. He begrudgingly agrees with a nod of his head.

Once Neteyam is satisfied, he sets him free and watches as he gathers himself to leave. “And do not go to the Tsahik for your injuries. She will not help you.” Neteyam calls out after him.

He falls to the ground catching his breath when Jake comes over to him. He had quickly looked over Ralu as he left and, from what he could see, Neteyam had done what he needed to. He checks in on his son, “You did good, son.”

Neteyam offers his father a small smile and a nod, “Thank you, sir.”

…

“You don’t think anything has happened to him, do you?”

“I already told you, I don’t even know what’s going on. But this is my brother we’re talking about. I’m sure he’s fine. Now, hold still while I check your eye” Kiri tells you while looking over your face. You had been borderline pestering her all day about Neteyam and whatever he was planning to do. Your anxiety had ramped up as the hours dragged on. He had asked you to wait for him inside the tent and you did, but you couldn’t help the worry that still plagued your mind. How long were you meant to wait? Kiri did her best to reassure you, but she didn’t know exactly what was happening either. She had minimal information as she had only partially overheard the conversation between her father and Mo’at. She didn’t know what her brother had planned to do about Ralu, but she trusted that if their dad was with him, he wouldn’t go off the deep end.

She continues inspecting your wounds from the other day and is pleased to see the swelling around your eye going down slowly, but surely. And your body no longer felt like the fire of a hundred suns. It was now more of a dull ache. You still weren’t in ideal condition, but it was leaps and bounds from how you first walked in.

“Thank you, Kiri. For letting me stay here for the night and taking care of me.” You were truly, deeply thankful that she gave you a safe place to recover. Even going so far as to physically stand in the way of danger to make sure you stayed safe.

She grabs ahold of your hands and squeezes them tight. “Mated or not, you are family. We take care of each other.”

You can feel yourself getting choked up so you try to change the subject, “So, how do I look?”

She follows your lead, “Much better than yesterday. I’d say it’ll take another day for the swelling to go completely down, but it’ll still be bruised for roughly another week.” She lets your hair fall back in front of your face. You preferred to keep your eye covered while it heals.

Immediately after, Jake and Neteyam come into the healing tent and Jake bends down to give you a once over. “How are you feeling, baby girl?” “Oh, I’m much better today. Thank you. Kiri has been taking really good care of me. I owe her a lot.”

“Don’t be silly. You never owe me.” She says standing up.

“Is she okay enough to go for a walk?” Neteyam asks her.

“Yes, just take it easy okay? Your wounds physically look better, but don’t push yourself if it still hurts.” Kiri answers from across the tent.

Neteyam holds his hand out to you and you take it. He leads you out of the tent and your eyes subconsciously dart around the area around you. Neteyam can feel your unease and notices the curl of your tail. He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, “It’s okay. I promise.”

You swallow hard following his lead. You let him lead you through the forest and he helps lift you over large branches in your path that you would normally be able to hop over with ease.

“Neteyam where are you taking me?”

“Oh, like you can’t guess?”

You playfully roll your eyes at him. Of course, he’s taking you to your spot.

It seemed like it had been forever since the two of you came here together like this. Out in the open in broad daylight. No worries about sneaking out under the cover of night.

Neteyam leads you into the center of the clearing and helps you to sit while he kneels in front of you.

“Any particular reason you lead me all the way out here?” you ask genuinely curious. It’s not that you didn’t love being here or being here with him, but why right now?

“Actually, there is. It’s because I couldn’t think of a better place to say this.” He takes a big breath trying to calm his own nerves.

“Listen, we’ve known each other for most of our lives now and ever since the first day I saw you, I knew. I knew that I wanted to be with you forever. I knew I could never live without you again. When we promised to be together, that was the happiest moment of my life. And with everything that’s happened recently, I couldn’t help but feel like I let you down. As soon as I returned, I should have stood my ground and declared my intentions with you, but I didn’t and it caused you to get hurt. I should have protected you.” “Neteyam, you—” he holds his hand up to stop you. He already knows that you would say it wasn’t his fault and that he couldn’t have known what would happen. And even though the logical part of his brain understands that, it still brings no comfort to his still-aching heart.

“I knew I had to do something to make it right. I promised you I would take care of it and I did.” “What did you do?” you’re almost scared to ask.

“Please do not worry about it. Just know that he will never come near you again. You don’t ever have to worry about him.”

His words ring through your head while you process them. Just like that? It was over? You wouldn’t have to be on high alert anymore or live in fear? You were free? He holds your hands and locks eyes with you.

“But I wanted to officially ask you if you’d do me the honor of letting me court you and being my mate.” He smiles at you, but his eyes are scanning your face looking for any little indication that you may reject him. He, of course, finds none.

“Do you really still need to ask?” your expression is overjoyed and Neteyam takes his first real breath since he started talking.

“You couldn’t have honestly thought that I would reject you, did you?”

“W-well, it’s been such a long time and I just wanted to be sure. A-and…” Neteyam starts to ramble just like he always did any time he was flustered or nervous. It was adorable and you can’t hold back the giggles especially when you notice the slight purple color starting to stain his cheeks.

You hold his face in your hands and his words trail off at your touch. “’Teyam, stop talking. The answer is yes. It was always going to be yes.” He captures your lips in a tender kiss and your heart soars. Everything was finally falling into place.

…

Over the next week while you heal your wounds, you and Neteyam find your footing as a new official couple. He courted you just like he said he would, showering you with the most extravagant gifts. Rare beads, intricately woven accessories, beautiful flowers, your favorite foods, you name it. Neteyam probably would gift you the moon itself if you were to ask for it.

It was still difficult some days, though. Even after your physical wounds healed, your mind still stayed vigilant at all times. It would cause you to jump at sudden sounds or touches.

Poor Neteyam looked so forlorn the day he tried to reach out and hold you and your instincts made you flinch away from him without you meaning to. He insisted that he understood why you reacted the way that you did. It still made you feel awful, though. You didn’t want to still be afraid, especially not of the one person you felt safest with. The one person you never had to be scared with.

It took time. A lot of time. Some nights, you still had nightmares about it all. His voice and touch still so vivid in your mind that you would swear he was there in the room hovering over your sleeping body in the middle of the night. Of course, he wasn’t actually there. Only Neteyam resting next to you and who would hold you a little closer to himself when he felt you stir awake from your midnight hauntings. Soft shushes and whispered words of reassurance would calm you back into a state of sleep.

Ralu truly never did dare to even look your way again. You would catch sight of him among the clan and it would make you pause briefly in your steps, but he never gave you so much as a glance. Neteyam never really told you what happened between the two of them, but you settled on the decision that it was probably for the best that you were left out of the loop. If you had to guess, though, it probably had something to do with the new scar he was sporting on his shoulder. In truth, how he did it didn’t really matter. The only thing that mattered was that you were out of the nightmare. You had your person. He was yours and you were his.

…

It was finally time. The day had come when you and Neteyam would finally be mated before Eywa. Your heart thunders in your chest gazing up at him under the glow of the Tree of Souls. His star-like freckles glowed a little brighter accentuating his features.

The ceremony had come and gone fairly quickly. Your union was acknowledged by the Tsahik in front of your families as they cheered and sang prayers for you both. Prayers of a long, happy partnership and many healthy children. After the ceremony, they sent the two of you off to have some privacy for your first night together. It was Neteyam’s idea to come here specifically. And you were so happy you let him choose. The setting was beautiful and buzzing with an energy that made everything feel even more alive and connected.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous. You knew what was expected of mates. But you had never been touched in that way by anybody else. Your biggest fear was that it would hurt. You had tried to experiment a couple days ago in preparation for this night. You hesitantly and carefully tried to push one finger inside of yourself, but panicked at the feeling and cut the experiment short. It was frustrating. You loved Neteyam with your whole being and you wanted him to become one with your being. You wanted him to touch you. You couldn’t stand the thought of the last man who had laid hands on your body being Ralu. But could you really go through with this?

“What is wrong, yawne?” Neteyam asks you knowingly.

“Nothing. Why would anything be wrong?” you try to brush off his question.

“Your tail is doing that thing again. I know something is on your mind. Talk to me, tíyawn.”

You breathe a big sigh, “I think I’m just nervous. Now that we’re mated, I want us to…you know…do what mated people do. But I am nervous that it is going to hurt because I’ve never had anything inside before.” Your head drops in embarrassment and your eyes cautiously look up at Neteyam who is only smirking at you.

“You are too precious”, he says kissing your forehead. “We do not have to do anything that you are not ready for yet. And, when you are ready, I promise to be as gentle as possible.” “But I want to do it now. I want to become one with you.”

Neteyam thinks for a moment before he speaks again, “Here, let’s try this.” He pulls his queue forward and you follow him. “When we make tsaheylu, we’ll be able to completely feel each other and I will know how best to take care of you.”

You nod your head processing his words. The tendrils at the end of your queues dance wildly in front of you. You both bring them closer together until they meet in the middle and hold one another melding the two of you together.

Both of your pupils blow wide open as your minds take in all the new stimuli from not only your own bodies, but each others’ too. You can feel Neteyam’s breathing and heartbeat as if it were your own. Every single sensation he feels is coursing through your body all the way down to the feeling of the ground beneath his feet and the ends of his braids resting on his shoulders. It’s overwhelmingly euphoric.

You make the first move to reach out and touch Neteyam’s face and press your lips to his. He wraps you in his arms kissing you back deeply. You happily open your mouth for his tongue to explore. You both settle down on your knees and he lays you down on your back. Using one of your hands, you push your top up to reveal your breasts. Neteyam’s hand freely roams about your body massaging your soft skin. His fingers trek down your chest and waist and right past your loincloth to rub messy circles on your clit. Your breath hitches in your throat and Neteyam swallows the moan you let out. He breaks the kiss so he can watch your face.

“I’m going to put one inside, okay? Just breathe for me.” You take a big breath and as you release the air, Neteyam pushes one digit into your heat. The feeling is indescribable. It’s not quite uncomfortable, but it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. When he slowly starts to pull out and push back in, it feels like a lightning strike in your body and you love it.

Now, Neteyam can feel himself getting harder by the minute. Feeling your tight, slippery walls squeeze around his finger has his head spinning thinking about how good it would feel around his dick. It’s even more intensified by the bond you two held, feeling your pleasure radiate through his own body.

Once he feels your body relax more around him, he pushes in a second finger. The stretch is a little more intense, but still not anything you couldn’t handle. Your breath is heavy in your chest as you look up at him. “Neteyam…”

“You are doing so well, tíyawn.” He kisses your lips again and takes advantage of the way your body melts into him to push one final finger into you. He can feel through tsaheylu the dull sting that comes from being stretched like this for the first time. He holds his fingers in place just long enough to let the feeling pass for you before he moves again.

“’Teyam…please…I want it.” Your big doe eyes look up at him pleadingly.

Fuck, you were just too precious for Neteyam to ever deny you anything you wanted. Plus, he was just about at his own limits of his patience. He pulls his fingers from your core and the sudden emptiness makes you wince lightly. He helps to pull your loincloth off and you raise your hips to help him. He pulls the knot on his own loincloth loose to let it fall to the ground.

Your eyes widen seeing him for the first time. He’s big. Too big. There’s no way something like that will fit inside of you. Your nerves are starting to get riled up. Even without tsaheylu, Neteyam can feel your anxiety. One of his hands finds your chin to lead your eyes back up to his. He reassuringly rubs his thumb against your skin, “Slowly, okay? Just focus on me.” You re-steady your breathing and nod your head. You close your eyes when you feel his tip prodding at your soaking entrance. Neteyam pushes his hips forward towards yours and his tip presses on past your folds and right into you. You gasp and grit your teeth trying to push past the feeling.

Neteyam slowly inches himself further into you. You wince and whine at the feeling. “Shhh…just a little more. You’re doing such a good job.” It was as if he was pushing your organs to the side to make room for himself inside of you. It was almost suffocating how full you felt. But his soft voice and the caress of his fingers on your face help strengthen your resolve. Suddenly, he stops moving. “You can look now.” Your eyes lower to find your pelvises pressing together and a small bump poking through your abdomen. The sight normally would’ve horrified you had it not been for the immense pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Are you okay?” Neteyam’s patience is thinning by the second, but what little is left of his better sense urges him to go slow for you and make sure your first time is a good one. But damn if the way you were choking his dick didn’t make it difficult.

You nod up at him letting your body accommodate him. “I’m going to move now.” Your eyes cross at the drag of his tip along the spongey part of your walls as he pulls out and pushes back in. A small whine leaves your lips and your fingers hold on to Neteyam’s shoulders to give you something constant to focus on while you adapt to the new feeling.

Before you know it, the pain starts to dissipate and your chest falls dramatically letting out a breath you hadn’t even recognized you were holding onto. Your body relaxes fully and lets Neteyam in. His hips rock into you a little faster testing the waters and more moans fall from your lips. “’Teyam…” Neteyam feels just about ready to snap hearing how his name drips from your tongue in ecstasy.

He thrusts into you with more force and the sounds it pulls out of you triggers a carnal desire in his brain that his eyes are desperate to see as they roll back listening to you. Nevertheless, he pulls them back into place to find your half-lidded gaze on his face and parted lips calling his name. He’s positive he’s never found you more beautiful than this moment right now. But he craves to see your beautiful expression twist into something sinful. He can’t stop himself anymore from starting to pound into you.

“Ah..A-ah! Ah, Neteyam!” your hands feel around and search the ground around you for something to hold on to as you feel the pressure building in your stomach. Neteyam’s hands find yours and he threads his fingers between yours while he pours all his feelings for you into his thrusts. Both of your eyes look down between you to see the small bump in your stomach disappear with every retreat of his hips and re-emerge with every push forward. The sight is enough to drive you both to your release.

“’T-teyam! Gonna…g-gonna..” you can’t even grasp the words as your orgasm comes to the forefront of your mind.

“Do it. Cum with me.” He’s mere seconds from painting your walls completely white.

Your orgasm hits you like a truck and it’s prolonged by Neteyam continuing to fuck you through his own release deep inside you. His thrusts grow slower and gentler as you both come down from your highs. Your vision starts to refocus and your body goes limp. Neteyam slides out of you and your body tries to remember its original shape before he had made space for himself.

“Are you alright, tíyawn?” the lustful haze of Neteyam’s mind is clearing and his expression is slightly concerned while he checks on you. But your sleepy smile reassures him and you nod your head. “I’m more than okay.” Your hands wrap around his neck and pull him down to kiss you again.

He rolls you both onto your sides and you break the kiss to rest your head against his chest. “Can we do that every day?” a small chuckle rumbles in his chest as he kisses the top of your head.

“We can do it as much as you want, yawne.”

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satureja13 · 5 months ago

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First Witch: "When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?" Second witch: "When the hurlyburly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won." Third Witch: "That will be ere the set of sun." (Lines above are the opening of Shakespeare's MacBeth)

Noxee arrived at Hummelshain Castle ere the sun fully rose up over the ocean. She left Moonwood Mill before Greg woke up or otherwise he wouldn't have let her go. They just had a few hours together after he returned from training the Boys beyond the Veil. Since Noxee is co owner of Strawberry Cake Fashion, she picked some clothes from the new pack and this outfit was one of the very few pieces she liked. (There are so many talened creators out there, why do we get such ugly clothes? for a romance pack at that. And if there's something nice, the colors are so ugly.)

The girls are still busy. Noxee decided to wait in the kitchen and make some Churros for their meeting. She will need all the good vibes she can get ö.Ö' Noxee knows how much Ms Coombes hates Jack...

Churros are the only meal Noxee can cook and she hopes they will meet the taste of the girls. Noxee loves her kitchen at the Bunker, but this one is just amazing. It makes her almost wish she could really cook ^^'

The girls are done with their seance. First Witch Ms Coombes: "Ach, these Boys!" Oh oh, Ms Coombes doesn't seem to be in a good mood... I wonder what she saw in her crystal ball ö.ö And poor Noxee has to try to convince her and the others that Jack and Kiyoshi can be mates, just mates...

At least Francine greeted her cordially. Since Francine is Jeb's grandmother and Saiwa is Noxee's 'Baby', they are quasi family :3 (They are utterly convinced that Sai and Jeb will find their way back together again - and if they are, who am I to question it ^^') Dtui is Kiyoshi's mentor. And she's also Ms Coombes fated mate. They even have the same hairstyle today... So she will be on Ms Coombes side as it seems ö.ö

Ms Coombes looked at the Churros: "As sparkly and glittering as the cook who made them." Is this meant as a cut-up or intended to be funny - or as a compliment? Noxee, always on the bright side of life, goes for a diplomatic: "Thank you, I'm glad you like them."

Ms Coombes: "I know you want the Boys to be happy. But we have to think of the future of the Resistance. We never had a deity within our rows. And Kiyoshi hasn't even reached his full potential yet. All the good he can do for all of us. We can't let Callahan drag him down. He will keep his distance to Kiyoshi." Noxee: "Kiyoshi worked himself sick at the Temple and as a mole for the Resistance. He even had to leave the Temple. He already did a lot of good for all of us - until he broke." Ms Coombes: "It was Callahan's fault Kiyoshi had to leave the Temple! He asked to much of Kiyoshi, wanted him all for himself with his groundless jealousy and paranoia. He almost killed Kiyoshi! And himself! Noxee, you've seen yourself how broken Jack was. These two are not meant for each other. Fate must have made a terrible mistake." Spoken this, thunder roared over the castle. Dtui: "Rita, you know that's not true. Jack is Kiyoshi's fated mate and Kiyoshi failed him because he believed he had to make it up - for all the wrongs his family did." Ms Coombes: "We never asked anything of Kiyoshi, all he did for the Resistance was of his own free will." Noxee: "I think we all agreed to not overly mess with their lives. They are all grown up and they should be allowed to make their own decisions. It's not on us to tell them with whom they should hang out and with whom not. They don't have to listen to us anyway." Ms Coombes proofed Noxee wrong and showed her the contract: "Oh, they have to when it interferes with the guidelines of the Resistance. They all agreed to this, see? Kiyoshi is an important member of the Resistance and Callahan puts his powers in jeopardy."

Francine: "Let's all calm down, hm? Kiyoshi did so much better with Jack around. And the sad truth is that Kiyoshi wasn't of any help for us for months. He might never fully return to this realm and only drift further away." Dtui: "And Kojin likes Jack." Well, that's a knockout argument. Kojin is Dtui and Kiyoshi's deity, the one who saved their lives at their execution. Without Kojin, there would be no Kiyoshi - and no Dtui either. They owe him. Dtui: "And I know of a certain couple *she looked at Ms Coombes* who also dated against the will of the Resistance back in their days. They stated, a roughneck like you, Rita, would drag me, the Resistance's Golden Child, down. And look how strong and powerful we became together, hm?" Ms Coombes stopped Dtui before she spills more of their tea: "Ach, fine! Let them be mates, just mates or whatever!" Phew - Ms Coombes drives a hard bargain. But in the end, she agreed that Kiyoshi and Jack can be mates, just mates (or whatever). Francine chuckled. Just like herself, Rita and Dtui are also loyal receivers of the spicy monthly subscription boxes of Ye Olde Magick Shoppe.

After these exhausting negotiations, and to reward herself, Noxee so needed to go shopping. She went to Moda Capoliveri. Her favourite shop at Tartosa. Here she gets inspired by the latest fashion trends for Sai and her online store Strawberry Cake Fashion. And she also hopes to find some hot dessous - to reward Greg.

Noxee stays at the castle over night and just returned from the bathroom, where she took a long, hot shower and tried her new, hot outfit on. Back in her room, she found Greg waiting for her! Noxee: "Greg! What are you doing here?"

Greg: "Gods, you look gorgeous!"

Greg: "I missed you. Didn't want another night without you." And then he kissed her.

Greg: "This outfit is so, so hot. Do you think the gems will stay in place when we..." Noxee: "There is only one way to find out."

They did stay in place.

Greg seems to sense that Noxee has something on her mind. But she had promised Jack not to tell Greg about his condition after the bolt hit him in his chest. Greg: "I won't push you." Noxee: "I love you."

Greg: "This glue is just like magic. If the gems survive another round, I'll order it for my shop." Noxee: "Another round, hm?"

Spoiler: After thorough testing, Greg ordered the glue for his shop ;) (So Greg seems to have a jewelry shop in the real world too, not just ingame. Tiny Can being very accurate again ^^)

'See, don't ever set me free I always wanna be by your side Girl, you really got me now You got me so I can't sleep at night

Yeah, you really got me now You got me so I don't know what I'm doing, now Oh, yeah, you really got me now You got me so I can't sleep at night' You really got me - The Kinks

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dreamlandcreations · 2 years ago

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Phantom of the Opera AU

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon (Strong)!Reader

You thought you would never be able to sing like this but your dream came true no matter what your 'evil' step-grandmother did. The Phantom has chosen you. Your Angel of Music.

Alicent hid away his son after his eye was taken in the accident after your aunt's funeral. He was not only physically but mentally damaged too. Aemond only found solace in music and in your letters.

Several years passed since he had seen you but his feelings never changed. It may have been seen wrong in the eyes of people, after all your mother was his half-sister, but he did not care. Targaryens had their customs, even if no one practised them anymore.

Aemond has always known you were meant to be and it was time for you to see it too.

He did not truly reveal himself to you, not until he presented the sapphire engagement ring, asking you to be his.

You refused him, telling him it was wrong, horrified by the knowledge of who has been seducing you all along. But Aemond wasn't about to give up that easily but when his answers to your doubts did not convince you he could keep his rage to himself. He did not hurt you but he scared you to death, you wanted to run away and never look back.

Luke heard everything and tried to get help from Harwin to rescue you but both of them ended up dead. An accident, Aemond promised in sweet murmurs as he was holding you, swearing that no one would ever hurt you again. You didn't dare to argue with him that you knew he wanted Luke to pay for what he had done all those years ago, that he may not have intended to kill them but he was certainly not sorry about it and it was only him that hurt you.

You couldn't do anything about it though. Couldn't move, could barely breathe through your hiccupy sobbing. His words, his presence, and his touch were understandably not soothing you at all but you exhausted yourself, crying yourself to sleep.

In the morning you woke up in Aemond's arms and he proposed again, at your hesitation subtly threatening to get revenge on your brother and cousins too if you wouldn't give in. He reasoned that if he couldn't have you, all that was left for him is vengeance. And how could you deny him after that? You had no choice, this time you said yes.

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bestbro-kun · 1 year ago

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• cannot kill yourself...

POPULAR GUY X SHY READER

this is for all genders!

Synopsis: You are a person without friends, with a not-so-good family, half tsundere, struggling with studies, and longing for isolation. Evan is a popular, outgoing, and friendly guy. You constantly have suicidal thoughts, and Evan wants to help you.

⚠️ this story contains:

-suicidal behavior

-soft violence

Evan is popular, very smart, gets good grades in everything, is on the football team, is strong, and sometimes a bit foolish. He can be impulsive and cruel at times, but he has a good heart.

On the other hand, you are a friendless teen, a bit shy, hate talking to others, have average grades, find it hard to pay attention, often hide to avoid attention, constantly have self-destructive thoughts, yet have a good heart.

Today, you went to school as usual, feeling depressed because you got a bad grade on your latest math test – a subject you despise. Evan noticed and became concerned. Minutes later, he found you in the halls, approached you, and, despite your irritation, you also felt nervous.

– "Hey... I've noticed your math grades dropped. Do you want my help?" Evan asks with a friendly voice, trying not to make you uncomfortable.

– "Um, n-no thanks. Sorry, I'm in a hurry..." You say before escaping and leaving school, heading to a nearby park, to a secluded area.

In the park, you cry uncontrollably, wondering why life has to be so tough.

– "If only I could be alone forever... if I could escape and create a place that's my own wolrd..." You murmur to yourself.

You wipe your tears and lie down on the grass, gazing at the blue sky, finding solace in watching it, regardless of its color or time. You love getting lost in it, imagining your perfect life – living alone, without friends or family interference, working from home. That's your dream life.

Later, you go home to your somewhat annoying family but manage to endure. In your room, you write in your diary about how much you hate your life, wanting complete isolation, feeling inadequate as a friend or partner, despising your appearance, intellect, and everything about your life. However, deep down, you desire a partner, but you believe it would be unfair to waste someone else's time. Either way, you convince yourself you're not missing out on anything. Eventually, you fall asleep.

The next day, you wake up and get ready for school. Fortunately, your family is visiting your grandmother in the neighboring city, leaving you alone at home, a rare occurrence that brings you joy. After a simple breakfast, an apple, you head to school, but today seems too good for classes. So, you decide to go to the park, lie on the grass, and enjoy the spring, cherries falling from the trees. Feeling good, you end up falling asleep. Hours later, you wake up; it's still early, everything is the same, and your miserable life continues. You're fed up with life, and suicide doesn't seem like a bad idea. Walking towards a bridge, you contemplate the edge, water below, and everything seems serene. Suicide doesn't seem so bad after all. You lean over to get a better view and start climbing the railing to jump, but Evan sees you, he was walking down the streets, towards his house, but he saw you trying to kill yourself, he wouldn't allow that.

Evan runs towards you, grabs you by the waist, and pulls you back. Both of you fall to the ground; your instinct is to run, fight, and escape, but Evan hugs you tightly, it is clear that you can't do anything, he's stronger than you.

– "No! Let me go! Leave me alone!" You yell while trying to break free from Evan's grip without success.

– "Stop it! You can't do this!" Evan exclaims before covering your mouth with his hand to silence you.

-"I'll let you go, but you must promise not to hurt yourself again..." Evan whispers with concern, and you nod in response, he removes his hand from your mouth.

Evan releases you; both stand up. You're flushed, nervous, and angry. Why did Evan interfere? Everything seems horrible, and tears stream down your face. Evan approaches, kisses you on the head, and you blush more.

– "You're important to me, you're valuable, you can't do this... nobody should.." Evan insists.

– "Just leave me alone!" You shout.

You run away, but he follows. In about 3 minutes, you reach your house near the park, realizing Evan followed you, determined not to leave you alone. You bow your head shyly; he opens the door, and both enter. You knew he wouldn't leave you alone; for some reason, he thinks you're valuable.

– "If you ever try to hurt yourself again, I'll have to take extreme measures. Please, you know you're valuable. It's you – so beautiful, sweet, and lovely. You deserve to live." Evan says with a soft tone.

– "Okay... I understand..." You say timidly.

You go to your room, lie down, and rest a bit. You cried about how horrible your life is but promised to be strong. You decide to write in your diary about the crap that happened today, take it from under the bed, but just as Evan enters and sees it, he decides to leave. You take a bath, and while you're in there, he goes to your room and reads your diary, wanting to understand your self-esteem issues to help. He realizes you genuinely hate your life.

Evan leaves the room and goes downstairs. He starts preparing dinner. After you finish bathing, you come down, and he serves dinner. You eat as if nothing happened.

Later, you go back to your room, take a bath, get ready for bed. But before you go to sleep, Evan enters the room, gives you a kiss on the cheek. You blush, but you go to bed anyway, signaling Evan to leave. However, he ignores your request and lies down with you.

He hugs you, providing comfort. Both of you stay silent and eventually fall asleep.

– "To me, you are valuable..." He says as he hugs you, and falls deeply asleep with you.

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cordeliaflyte · 8 months ago

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I dreamt that I was me (20 yo polandcel*) but also I was Valentine Ambrose (scion of very well-respected and ludicrously rich English family in a period that seemed... 1870s-1930s maybe, except I was also a feudal landlord but I collected rent not from peasants but fellow rich people)

so I was at home (this being my parents flat in Warsaw. not my palatial estate in Oxfordshire. because I was of the Oxfordshire Ambroses) and I got attacked by an evil robot alien i hate it when that happens -_- he was made of. let me find a photo. he was made of these

so I killed him of course. but I knew that the magnets would come together again and he would come back stronger and kill me. this is when Graves appeared. I did not know this person but he was like please could you give me breakfast... and I was like I will give you breakfast but first you must make sure the evil robot does not come back.

so look. in the room next to this (IE my bedroom. because the whole action took place in my brother's bedroom. which is next to mine) you will find so many suitcases. take three. then, you have to detach alllll the magnetic sticks and balls from each other. and put them in suitcases. it is important to divide them because they will fuse back together. and if the whole body fuses back together that would be bad. but now only 1/3 of the body can fuse so there will be no whole body to kill me. and then you need to drown the suitcases in three separate lakes.

Graves (his surname was Graves) was like okay... and I was like great :) I'll be in the kitchen I'll pop in to check on you. and I did just as he filled up all the suitcases with the divided magnetic parts of the evil robot. so I walk into the room and I say no no no what are you doing... you chose the nicest suitcases the prettiest ones I cannot allow you to drown my yellow suitcase... or the blue flowery one which, despite being broken, has sentimental value... sorry you need to start again! only then will you get breakfast.

but all the 1/3 of the body had fused already so Graves had to pick them all apart again and transfer them to different suitcases (the uglier ones, which I could stand to part with). then he had to find the three nearest lakes and drown the suitcases. and then I was like okay Graves you have proved yourself... not only can you have breakfast, you can also become my butler sidekick and do all the boring work after I kill evil robot aliens. this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship/employer relationship tinged with homoeroticism (I was a man so it was homoerotic).

so at some point I was collecting rents from the other rich people of England. this also included me saying what their names were. one was the father of a girl I was friends with in primary school kind of. back in the day when I was like 6 she convinced me he was in Metallica (I cannot stress enough he was not I was gullible). anyway. I renamed him Michaelson.

also my father was there and I was like ah of course. my venerable father, Mr Ambrose. and he was like what are you talking about daughter. my name is [his name] and I am NOT one of the richest men in england. and I was like shhhh you are in this dream and I'm a man (called Valentine Ambrose).

so after I am done collecting rent I am hanging out with my friends. they are all bright young things my age but also my family friend, Millicent Lovelace. she is an elderly lady who was a friend of my grandmother's or SMTH she's like an aunt figure to me. but I start to worry she has dementia now because she's like um who are you. and I'm like I'm valentine from Oxfordshire remember? little Val you held me on your lap when I was six... and she's like I don't know any Oxfordshire Ambroses...

and at first I'm like oh no my aunt figure has dementia. but then all my friends are like who are you... and I'm like I'm valentine!!! Valentine Ambrose of the Oxfordshire Ambroses... and they're like we've never heard of you OR your family. I look at newspapers and I am in NONE of them despite being famous... I look in history chronicles and no mention of my famous family... I don't exist and no-one in my family has ever existed...

I think this is a metaphor for the foretold death of the English aristocracy in the 1940s etc which never happened these bitches still own all the land. this dream was a panegyric preached over an empty coffin 🚬🚬

*can you tell I'm obsessed with phrasing things like this. everything is pilled or celled sorry.

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hacked-by-jake · 2 years ago

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Heyy sunshine! :D

How are you? Hope everything is fine!:)

55 and 84 please, if you don't mind of course 🎭🌹

Have a great day/night!💜💚🌹

Hey Ho, looove! First of all, excuse the late reply.💚 And well, I think I'm doing good. Allergy is very annoying lately. 🥲 How about you?

Okay, both answers are pretty long so under the cut hehe. Both questions were very funny, I had a lot of fun, so thanks for sending in. 🤭💚

55. What’s the best prank you’ve been witness to?

We had a game at school called Murder. The whole class played it together, as did some of our teachers. We wrote all names down and the name on your note was the person you had to kill. Killing worked so that you had to give something to the person on your note and the person had to take it out of your hand into their hand. If this worked, and no one saw it, you were allowed to dissolve that you were the killer. It’s so incredibly mean because at school, and all the time you had to borrow some stuff or something. Or you were just polite and held something because someone wanted to tie the shoe etc. So you always had to be very careful. You always had to pay attention. It was really funny because you didn’t accept anything, it always had to be put down first, on the floor or on a table. The hands could not touch it at the same time. So, as already mentioned, some of our teachers played with us. And once our class teacher pretended that a student was in a lot of trouble. She was so mad and nobody knew what happened. Our teacher told her that she had to come along to discuss it in the staff room. They left the classes together and panic broke out with all of us. Lord, our teacher acted tooooo good. xD Anyway, we were all worried and intimidated etc. Less than two minutes later, the student, a friend of mine, came back to class and called out "I am dead". Behind her, our tears laughing teacher. Probably it is already clear, she had done nothing wrong, she was not in trouble, she did not get in trouble. Our teacher just wanted her out of the class alone, gave her a stack of paper and boom, the game was over for her. The student had of course not thought about the game at that moment. It was hilarious. Also for the student herself it was funny so do not worry. Our teacher was always wonderful. I think that counts as prank and it was the best I have ever experienced. 😂 Btw, small side note still because I can really recommend the game: If you were killed, then you got the note of your victim. It went on until all but one person were dead. So, it can taaaake really long. 😂

84. Any wild stories passed around in your family?

My whole family consists of wonderful freaks and wild stories. Seriously, I don’t think you can imagine how wild. 😂 However, many of them are too private to share here so I’ll just share a little funny one.

A few weeks ago my grandma was here and as some of you might know I own a pole dance pole. Anyway, my room door was open, and my mother and I were in another room, and as grandmas are, she went into my room. At first she complained that my clothes are all black and when I finally put on something colored etc etc etc. (that will never happen grandma, except my pink cuddly socks 😌) So, my mom passed the room and they shortly talked about the pole dance pole and how hard it is and stuff. My mom went on. My mother went back to the kitchen and only a few seconds later you could hear my grandmother jumping several times. And you could hear her rings on her finger on the pole. xD This 86 year old woman has actually tried her luck on the pole. It was hilarious and she had lots of fun. Even if the strength is no longer completely present. And I had fun as well. Same as my mom. And after telling my brother about it he also had fun. Anyway, my grandma is convinced that she could still earn a lot of money, and if not, the men are simply stupid. 😂

I hope you will have a fantastic day/evening/night. Take care of yourself and stay healthy. Lot's of love! 💜💚🌹

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knowlessman · 5 months ago

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holy shit I fell off this for a long time. uh, bnha s6e16-20

hawks origin stuff ig? dang, every backstory in this show really does revolve around all might -- ah k, hawks's more revolves around endeavor ig

…idfk, hey look it's the fuckin batmobile. honestly at this point it shouldn't make me bat (haha) an eye

-- …okay so. they did a Feign Death thing on Jeanist to convince dabi. and they LET DABI HAVE THE BODY. and somehow they still project lazarus'd jeanist "in secret." …whuh?

"I'm here to talk about our family." well. this gon b heavy -- huh. he got resistance to cold but not heat; he got the wrong required secondary power. …wait, "gene editing…" is shoto a GMO '''XD I mean technically they all are cuz quirk marriage is literally eugenics but -- "I'm telling you [natsu] because only you get it, the women in this house are worthless" wowwwww dabi has misogyny? or at least he hella did as a kid

"I know eavesdropping is illegal denim…" jeanist I don't think you were that high on my tierlist to begin with but you're not really putting yourself on an upward trend here

okay hawks the sheer extent, the mind-boggling extremity, of how much this is not your business -- "but there's still one thing we don't understand. One for All, what is that?" ohoh

"Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, are you alright?" okay that bit is still funny tho

"before you wake up, we need to talk." hm. two of the previous Avatars are Blair Witching for some reason

oh yeah, whatserface, Tomura's grandmother. …huh. well that's gotta be awkward, now she knows about tomura. I guess maybe the yellow glow is the placeholder for when Toshinori dies? -- "we only found out [mr danger sense's cause of death] after Yagi's investigation" okay so yellow ghost is another avatar nvm -- …facepalm yagi toshinori. I was right the first time. fucking dammit

"aang, you might have to kill fire lord ozai" okay idk if I'd say she looks much like kyoshi, but she doesn't not give off similar vibes, at least here

…oh, her cape is white. not yellow. the connection I was tryna make last time makes no sense 'XD

"had twice activated his quirk, the damage would have been even worse" yeah it's like real fucked in that way tbh. either shigaraki or gigantomachia, on their own, on a whim, can account for near-dragonball levels of destruction and loss of life, and we don't know by how large a factor Twice can multiply that but we do know that he can make it worse. the Re-Destro trap is proof of that. -- I keep thinking of when they were trying to put 'machia in a cage and one of the guards idly mentioned "he is technically still a human, so it's illegal to shoot missiles at him." like, superpowers as a thing at all make things so fucked up; your average basic human can't even really handle having vague influence over too many other people all that well, never mind built-in weapons that can kill a person and can't be dropped or disarmed, never mind built-in weapons that can wreak destruction on grand scales and can't be dropped or disarmed or contained. Really investigating the concept gets you, well, here.

Purple Ha - eh, smoke? huh, looks like it's En's power.

"thanks for getting me the gauntlet from the US before trade shut down" GAUNTLET??? IS IT MELISSA'S. DID THEY FINALLY ACKNOWLEDGE THE FUCKING GAUNTLET THAT HE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING HAD SEVERAL SEASONS AGO

"is midoriya there?" "I must go" hehe. his danger sense can sense annoying phone calls.

"I can't go back to U.A." deku's poor mom signed up for exactly 0.000% of any of this bullshit 'XD like how the fuck do you parent when 80% of kids are born with guns in their arms and like a third of them are born with nukes

don't mind me, just…

"but you couldn't beat him" "I'll get stronger" 0.00000000000000000000000000000000% of any of this bullshit

"the way he holds the phone is so cool" hawks I'm afraid I must inform you that in point of fact jeanist looks like a fucking idiot. I bet he's cheating by using his power to hold his arms up so they don't get tired

we're almost in the last fifth of the season; my faith that we're gonna find out who that purple-haired chick in the intro is at some point is starting to fade just a tad. I know I remember seeing her during the breakout, but she hasn't shown up since

hm. the two wall-facing avatars what look like they wandered in outta naruto are joining up. the full loadout's coming together.

deku's phone got shot by a purple dart. aha, about time…

she's hanging out with overhaul. huh. wonder where he's at these days. doesn't seem up to much. gonna be honest, I don't fully remember what his motive was, beyond profiting off of eri's quirk.

"consider this a down payment" hmmmm. yup, should be interesting. in theory, last five eps in a row, next time

#knowless watches bnha

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strikersin · 7 months ago

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I'm going to talk about suicide in this one.

I don't know why I keep kicking myself around like this. I feel like there's a void inside of me, a literal split going down my midsection. Sadness emanates from and darkness seeps out of that place, and everything I do is delicately balanced on top of it. We live together. Every silly and horrible joke or expression is done over this void.

I think I should have killed myself that day and so many others. It's not right to use the words and emotions of others in this way. I know that when she asked why I didn't just kill myself, it wasn't that she meant she wanted me to die; it was something more akin to incredulous frustration; disbelief; hurt and upset; it was unfathomable. But, to me at the time, all I could see was direct confirmation of what was supposed to happen right in front of my face. Here was someone, maybe even the most important someone, not only asking me why, but giving me direct permission. I knew I was using her words the wrong way. Still, it felt like it was so blurry intense in front of my face. Why don't you just kill yourself? Well, I dunno. I thought I could be more helpful first. It didn't seem like the right time. It was not intended at all. It was kind of like a lifeline.

Permission. Right then and there, now, in this fantasy of mine, I could cut myself open before her. There I would be, a good girl, fulfilling my duty. She would never have allowed this. God, that would have been bad. It would have been sexy. It would have made the situation worse, and anyway...

I have to kill myself someplace quiet. It shouldn't even be her to find my body at all. Not in this dream. I guess I wanted to find some alcove to myself. Underneath a tree, shielded by leaves and branches. Grass and gentle wind and cracked plastic bottles with labels bleached to sun and time. I would have wanted to pick apart everything in my final resting place. Down to the last bottle cap, I would want to know it. This would never work. If you're going to kill yourself, you have to... do it. There's something in premeditated self-annihilation that... fails. The emotion is raw. You have to be willing to do it. I know what it's like to wait too long. If you can't do it then... you probably won't do it at all. When your emotion wears off, you're not going to have the adrenaline. You'd have to work it up again.

I never found my alcove. There was only grass and yards and dogs and fences. Rocks. Nowhere to conceal my body. Everywhere was obvious that a human being was laying there. I needed privacy. I needed time to kill my body. No interruptions. No hospitals. No bills. A cheap funeral. A well-placed death so my family doesn't have to grieve. Where did all that go? I had to walk home in the dark. It simply wasn't happening after that.

I didn't want to die that day either. I wanted a grandmother to answer the door and notice me for the first time, invite me inside, and we could have tea and cookies while she calls my parents because no adult can be trusted. Ha. I wanted the owner of the horses that went up to me on that walk to come out and invite me to stay for a while. That would have been all it took. In the end, it was, because I got lost and had to ask for help. Even directions were enough.

So it's funny that being told to kill myself wasn't enough. It probably should have been. I guess there was something in my brain keeping me alive by refusing to use her words against her.

When you choose suicide, you are giving your family death. You have to watch them from afar, unable to help. They have to live with it. I convinced myself that was the preferable option, for a long time. It would be better for them if I was buried in the ground. Except I asked to be cremated, and I don't even know why. I guess being stuck in a coffin and eaten up seemed cruel and unusual to me, which is a plain way of saying it's terrifying. Please don't put me in a coffin no matter how much I ask. Oh, it's not supposed to matter to me, it won't be my body anymore. It will fall down and my cells will stop working together and dissipate. So it doesn't really matter. But it does, it's just... not something I could see right now.

But I am alive, and you're alive too. Despite all odds, maybe. Because it was the only choice, maybe. If you could read this through my eyes; I'm happy to share this part of my life with you, maybe, just maybe. Best friend and stranger. It's all new to me.

I'll stop plumbing the void. Maybe a hand will reach back.

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agentcable · 1 year ago

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Mouse (2021) Ep. 6 Recap

Following Moo-Won's tragic murder, Moo-Chi lost all hope and turned to drinking. Despite Han-Kook's perilous situation, the police have yet to uncover any leads on the perpetrator. However, upon Moo-Chi's recovery, he delves into the investigation of Bong-Yi's grandmother's case and uncovers crucial information regarding Yo-Han and his mother.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Moo-Won lies on the floor of the church. His throat has been slit on live television. His last words are for his killer, "May the Lord save your soul." The killer appears as his childhood self as he looks up at the statue of Jesus. Covered in blood, he throws out his arms in grotesque mockery. He asks, "How do I look?" He had asked not to be turned into a monster and begged, but his prayer was ignored. He questions the deity's credibility and declares that he will take over the job of judging those who believe in such nonsense. The killer hung Moo-Won's body from the ceiling. He then wrote "I AM GOD" on the wall behing him using blood.

Bong-Yi arrives at the church before anyone else. The killer is still present and grabs her by the hair. However, she fights back with a knife. After a brief struggle, the killer almost stabs Bong-Yi, but he flees upon hearing the police sirens. Ba-Reum arrives after Bong-Yi is taken away in an ambulance. He detects the same mint scent that was present around Halmoni's body. As expected, Yo-Han is lurking in the crowd. Moo-Won arrives shortly after and upon seeing his brother's body, remembers Detective Park's warning about the broadcast. He screams and has to be pulled away from the body. Ba-Reum enters the church and breaks down in tears at the sight of the carnage.

The SBC newscaster receives a video from the killer. Han-Kook is shown watching a family having a picnic and talking about the fable of the donkey and the goat. The killer asks Han-Kook if he is jealous of the other boy for having a family, but Han-Kook does not answer. Later, the killer kidnaps the other boy and offers to kill him if Han-Kook wants. Han-Kook tells the killer to send the other boy home. The killer claims that those who do not experience jealousy are sinners. Han-Kook responds by saying, "I pity you." Han-Kook finishes the fable about a jealous goat who convinces a donkey to pretend to be sick. The farmer sacrifices the goat and uses its lungs to make medicine for the donkey. The killer then asks Han-Kook to choose between sacrificing the donkey (the other boy) or letting him live.

Moo-Chi mistakenly believed that Han-Kook's fable was about wrath, but it was actually about jealousy. The police believed that Han-Kook had murdered the other little boy who was later returned home safely.

Moo-Chi had to be sedated and taken to the hospital, while Yo-Han visited Moo-Won's body in the morgue. Its identification is still pending. Everyone attended Moo-Won's funeral, and a badly decayed body, believed to be Daniel Lee's, was found in the ocean. Yo-Han gives Bong-Yi the all clear to go home after hear beating by the killer. He asks if she saw the killer's face. When she says she didn't, he tells her that he would have killed her if she had. Bong-Yi asks if they've met, but Yo-Han slips away when Ba-Reum enters.

Ba-Reum yelled at Bong-Yi. She argued that she couldn't just sit at home and watch Moo-Won get killed. She asked about Moo-Chi. Ba-Reum wanted to know how she knew the detective, but Detective Kang interrupted and asked Bong-Yi some questions. Detective Kang also scolded Bong-Yi for going to the church alone. Bong-Yi explained that she called to find out which church the killer had Moo-Won in, but no one believed her. Unfortunately, she did not get a clear view of the killer. However, she remembers that the perpetrator was strong and not left-handed. Ba-Reum is confused because he believes that the attacker was left-handed.

Ji-Eun visits the hospital to see her son, but when she spots him, Yo-Han is staring intently into Bong-Yi's room. Ji-Eun looks in and sees Ba-Reum fluttering around Bong-YI, causing her to feel nauseous.

Ba-Reum promised Halmoni that he would look after Bong-Yi if she wasn't around. As he leaves, Bong-Yi abruptly recalls that she cut the killer's left arm. Ba-Reum promises to tell Detective Kang everything she remembers.

Meanwhile, Ji-Eun runs outside to throw up. She remembers how she once throttled Jae-Hoon and mutters, "I should have killed him then!" Ba-Reum asks if she's okay. She gasps that she's fine and hurries away. Both of them are unaware that Yo-Han is watching them from a window.

The boy that was returned home safely is Han-Kook's half-brother from his estranged father. He was unconscious the whole time, only remembering someone putting a cloth cover over his mouth while he played. He woke up in the same spot.

Hong-Joo asks if the killer left anything with Moo-Won's body. She is shown a picture that makes her go quiet. She visits Ba-Reum, and they discuss the case. Dong-Goo poses a theory that the killer must have bugged their house, which is how he knew they were making a fake videeo. Hong-Joo reminds him that they filmed the fake video soon after having the idea, so there wasn't time for the killer to place a bug. Dong-Goo heard a strange noise coming from the bedroom and checked briefly, but he did not see Yo-Han lurking in the closet.

Ba-Reum took the last japchae that Moo-Won made to Moo-Chi and apologized through the door for lying that the japchae they shared before was made by Moo-Won. He explained that Moo-Won would not want to see Moo-Chi in such a state. Moo-Chi briefly stirred from his drunken stupor.

The killer released another video elven days after Han-Kook's disappearance. The video was blurred for television, but it showed the killer holding the lungs of a dead goat, as per the fable assigned to Han-Kook. The killer taunted Moo-Chi with a distorted voice, saying that this is how things end for the Goatman and asking if he's giving up on Han-Kook. The killer threatened that Han-Kook's body without lungs would be seen by the country at midnight in three days unless Moo-Chi saves him. Moo-Chi wakes up and eats Moo-Won's japchae. He imagines his hyung lovingly reminding him not to eat too fast. Stricken, Moo-Chi apologizes, sobbing that this is all his fault. He sees Moo-Won as his young self, saying that it's not his fault - not then, and not now. Moo-Chi nods at Moo-Won and keeps eating.

Shin Sang is waiting at Yo-Han's house to inquire about the fact that he was the last person Kim Joon-Sung spoke to on the phone before he disappeared. He asks why Yo-Han stopped calling Joon-Sung when they usually talk daily. Yo-Han explains that Joon-Sung was going on vacation.

Meanwhile, Moo-Chi returns to work with renewed determination to study the killer's clues. He believes that the picture Halmoni was holding is significant, but he has no idea where she obtained it. Moo-Chi discovers Halmoni's backpack with the stolen yogurts still inside. This reminds him of the lady at the temp agency who complained about the stolen yogurts. He returns to the agency and the lady admits that Halmoni was seeking work, but was denied due to her age. Moo-Chi uses CCTV and phone records to deduce that Halmoni must have taken the job offered by Ji-Eun, so he goes to question her.

As she explains about hiring a housekeeper. While she is talking, she gets up to feed her whining dog. Suddenly, her phone lights up with a message indicating that some money was sent automatically to Go Moo-Chi. Upon seeing this, Moo-Chi realizes that she is Han Seo-Joon's ex-wife, who has been sending him money monthly for years to pay for Moo-Won's extensive surgeries. Moo-Chi leaves and quickly confirms that Ji-Eun changed her name and the name of her son years ago. In addition, her son, Sung Yo-Han, is now a doctor. Moo-Chi contacts Shin Sang, who informs him that Joon-Sung, Yo-Han's friend, has been murdered.

They meet at Joon-Sung's residence, where it is evident that he was severely tortured. A plane ticket to Switzerland is discovered, leading Moo-Chi to assume that Joon-Sung knew Yo-Han was the killer and that Yo-Han killed him to prevent him from leaving the country. Joon-Sung died during Moo-Chi's press conference, at the same time he received a call from the killer. MOo-Chi imagines Yo-Han calling him to do a TV show to save Han-Kook while standing over his friend's dead body. Moo-Chi sobs that Han Seo-Joon killed his parents, and now Seo-Joon's son has killed his brother. He leans into the face of the imagined Yo-Han and growls, "You just wait:"

He bribes an electrician to disable Yo-Han's security system and sneaks into his home. Upon finding the locked basement door, he hears Yo-Han returning home and sneaks out into the garage. While inside, Moo-Chi discovers a pair of bloody shoes in a box. One of the shoes is missing a piece of decoration that was found at the location where Daniel Lee is believed to have been murdered. Moo-Chi places the shoes near Yo-Han's trash and calls Shin Sang. Shin Sang quickly realizes that Moo-Chi obtained the shoes inside. Moving the shoes would render them inadmissable as evidence, but Moo-Chi persuades him that a small lie could save lives.

Ba-Reum goes to the prison to retrieve something for Chi-Kook. While there, he encounters Hong-Joo, who is investigating the possibility of someone sneaking in on the day of Chi-Kook's attack. The prison has tight security, and all visitors are logged unless they receive a ride from a prison employee. Han Seo-Joon feigned chest pain to inquire about Yo-Han's presence on the day of Chi-Kook's attack, and the prison doctor is currently in the infirmary. The doctor spoke with Hong-Joo and confirmed that Yo-Han had visited him that day. He also admitted to driving Yo-Han past security. However, he insists that Yo-Han did not harm Chi-Kook. Hong-Joo is shocked to hear Yo-Han's name associated with the case and realizes that her boyfriend may be a murder suspect. She remembers how Yo-Han appeared terrified that night as he held her and the cartoon Goatman bandage she found in his house.

Hong-Joo enters Yo-Han's house and goes straight to his office to search for the bandage she threw away. Instead, she discovers a bugging device in his trash can. The possibility that Yo-Han bugged Ba-Reum and Dong-Goo's place, as Dong-Goo suggested, makes her wonder. She becomes flustered and accidentally knocks some files onto the floor. While picking them up, she discovers the Goatman bandage under Yo-Han's desk. She looks up and sees him in the doorway. To cover up, she throws her arms around him and hides the bandage in her sleeve.

After she leaves the room, Yo-Han hides a file that she knocked over - a report from a genetic test lab. He brings Hong-Joo a drink and asks if she is free tomorrow night because he has something to tell her.

Moo-Chi is waiting outside the house for Shin Sang to get a search warrant with the bloody shoes. He wonders why Hong-Joo is at Yo-Han's house and realizes that she knew Sung Yo-Han is Han Seo-Joon's son from a previous conversation without him telling her. He calls Hong-Joo and invites her to join him for an exclusive story.

Later, while Yo-Han is driving, a car behind him speeds up and rear-ends him. The driver insists on calling the police, even though Yo-Han just wants to leave. Moo-Chi is watching from nearby; it appears that this was a set-up. The search warrant for Yo-Han's house was denied because the blood on the shoes did not match any of the murder victims. Therefore, they had to come up with another plan to catch Yo-Han. Tonight is the third and final midnight before Han-Kook is killed. Shin-Sang's girlfriend tells the police that she heard a child's voice coming from Yo-Han's bag. As Han-Kook is still missing, the police order Yo-Han to open the bag. Moo-Chi sits in his car with his gun pointed at Yo-Han, ready to shoot him dead the moment Han-Kook is safe.

However, the bag only contains clothes for a long shift at work. Shin Sang then texts his girlfriend to inform her that the sound actually came from the trunk. Moo-Chi braces himself again. However, he is disappointed when he finds Yo-Han's trunk empty, except for an emergency kit. Time is running out. Shin Sang follows Yo-Han, while Moo-Chi moves on to Plan C, which involves breaking into Yo-Han's home and shooting the knob off the basement door.

Yo-Han drives to a junkyard and hides. When Shin Sang passes his car, Yo-Han takes off in the opposite direction. Shin Sang calls Moo-Chi, who has Yo-Han's vehicle tracked. Hong-Joo analyzed the bandage. The DNA on it did not match Chi-Kook. They then tested it against the killer's other victims.

At the station, Hong-Joo meets Moo-Chi again. He is angry with her for hiding the fact that she knew Yo-Han is Seo-Joon's son. He is so upset that he almost cries and walks away from her. She suddenly feels sick and runs off to vomit.

Later, Moo-Chi goes to the control room where the team has all the photos and evidence of the killer's victims on the walls. He notices something new - photos of Moo-Won's body. Moo-Chi was not informed that the killer had sliced open Moo-Won's abdomen and left stones inside, similar to another fable. Overcome with grief and horror once again, Moo-Chi sinks to his knees. He later passes out at a restaurant, surrounded by empty soju bottles.

The blood on Yo-Han's shoes matches the blood of the body found in the ocean. The results of the genetic testing lab and the Goatman bandage also point towards Yo-Han being the killer. Yo-Han burns the folder from the lab and confronts his mother, asking if she knew that he was a murderer. Meanwhile, Hong-Joo takes a pregnancy test that comes up positive.

While home alone, Bong-Yi slips and falls. Fortunately, Ba-Reum is nearby and quickly comes to her aid. He piggybacks her to his house and settles her into his bed. Ba-Reum is adorably self-conscious that the blankets smell like him, but Bong-Yi seems to secretly like it.

Ba-Reum returns to Bong-Yi's house to retrieve some of her belongings. He promises to bring back Eo Bong-Yi, her bird, with him. While on his way, Ba-Reum receives a call informing him that Moo-Chi is missing and that Halmoni's DNA was found on a bandage at Yo-Han's house. He decides to investigate and ends up in Yo-Han's basement due to a broken doorknob. There, he discovers a wall of photos, but Yo-Han is outside, seemingly aware of his presence. Ba-Reum steals a delivery scooter and flees just as the police arrive.

Bong-Yi wakes up to the sound of Yo-Han breaking into Ba-Reum's house. She immediately calls Moo-Chi for help. Yo-Han follows Bong-Yi as she sneaks outside to find Ba-Reum. Fortunately, Ba-Reum finds Bong-Yi first and helps her escape. However, he goes back to confront Yo-Han and ends up cornered on the roof.

Meanwhile, Bong-Yi finds Moo-Chi and tells him that Ba-Reum is in danger. Moo-Chi arrives at the building just in time to witness Yo-Han repeatedly striking Ba-Reum in the head with a hammer. Moo-Chi acts on impulse and shoots Yo-Han, who falls next to Ba-Reum. Both are left bleeding out.

After being rushed to the hospital, Ba-Reum wakes up alone with his head heavily bandaged. In the room with him is Bong-Yi's bird, Eo Bong-Yi, chirping happily in the morning sun. Ba-Reum slowly gets out of bed, takes the bird from its cage, and with his left hand, snaps its neck. He then tosses the tiny body out of his hospital window and sighs contentedly, finally enjoying the peace and quiet.

#Korea #TV Serie #K-Drama #2021 #Mouse

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gayahithwen · 7 months ago

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People fought and died for the right to vote. No taxation without representation is what the US was founded on. Which turned out to give power to rich, white landowners. So people fought for the right to vote without owning land, which was countered by the law in many places making it so you had to make enough money to pay taxes in order to vote. More people could vote, but still no suffrage for the poor. So then they fought for every (white) male citizen's right to vote, regardless of how much wealth he had. And eventually, that was granted, though not universal until after the American Civil War. And then the fight for women and black people started. And if the impoverished white men thought they had it bad, it was nothing compared to what women and people of color went through to get the vote. The women's suffrage movement took off first, but women died in that fight. Men were not quick to give women a voice at the table, and it lead to a lot of violence. But eventually, women elbowed their way in and demanded a voice, and convinced enough men to vote on their behalf. It's pretty well documented, look up the suffragette movement. Women's right to vote was hard earned. And all along, there was also the fight for people of color to be allowed to vote. There's a LONG timeline on that issue, which to a degree is STILL ONGOING. But we all know it, right? Black people weren't allowed to vote in most places. Native Americans couldn't vote, or later only could vote if they abandoned the communities they were born into. In 1882, they passed the Chinese Exclusion Act. The civil rights movement was carried by black people, because even though by the 1960s they technically had the right to vote in most places, there were still too many barriers in place to disenfranchise black people from voting. So they fought for the Voting Rights Act of 1965. And in 1971, the voting age was reduced from 21 to 18, because 18 was how old you had to be to be drafted by the army, meaning a lot of young men were drafted into the army and sent to Vietnam, even though they weren't deemed mature enough to vote. The ability to vote from age 18 has so many dead young men behind it, as well as a good deal of veterans who still carry the trauma of being sent to kill people in a war started by leaders they weren't old enough to vote against. And it's still ongoing. "Unincorporated territories" like American Samoa have to follow US laws and pay US taxes, but they're not allowed to vote. Their fake elections have an average higher turnout than mainland US does in its actual elections. They want to have a seat at the table, but they're not allowed. And if you look at that history, that STILL ONGOING history, and just shrug and choose not to vote, because the available options don't excite you enough? Then... I don't even know what to tell you. I feel like there should be a service where we match undecided voters with people who should be but aren't allowed to vote. Like, if you can't bring yourself to vote for Biden because he's not helping Palestine or Ukraine enough, could you bring yourself to vote for him and the most election-reform friendly candidates down the list if you could hear it from the mouth of a born American from American Samoa or Puerto Rico, who is still not considered a full citizen? Like. Vote. Please vote. How long has your family been in the US? Were they part of the Revolutionary War? Did they shout "no taxation without representation" as they were killed by the redcoats? Was your ancestral grandmother allowed to vote when she arrived? Do you have any Native blood in you? Do you know from which tribe, and whether the ancestor who left was eligible to vote at the time? What do you think they would ask of you? Like. The right to vote is so fucking important, we're still fighting the fight, and you think you'll somehow do more by not participating in the system? Disclaimer: I can't vote. I'm not a US citizen. I live here, but my legal status doesn't afford me voting rights. This is literally ME begging you to vote if you can, because I can't. All that stuff about your ancestors is real, though. You can look up the history of voting rights in the US and see how hard people fought for them. And the stuff about "Non-incorporated US territories" is real. Please do look that one up too if you're not familiar. My point is, the system doesn't get better by ignoring it. Just learn how to vote out of solidarity with others if you can't muster the energy to do it for yourself. Please.

starring at the news as the eu election results slowly trickle in and ?????? to all the people telling Jews that Jews are safe in Europe (or to go back there) fuck you. Parties that were founded and taught by actual Nazis are winning.

This is not safe for Jews, for queer people, for muslims, for anyone really. This is gross and you all are gross. Also if you didn't go vote because you were disappointed in how the left dealt with things: fuck you this is on you too.

#us politics #us history #engaged democracy #please vote #solidarity #someone please ask me for sources on this later #there are some resources I want to link #but I don't have the focus to do so right now

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rggie · 2 years ago

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diasomnia as royal au tropes

characters: silver, malleus, sebek, lilia

cw: gn!reader, royal!au, angst, fluff, arranged marriage, unedited.

notes: this is just silly brainrot after rewatching barbie mvs. likes and reblogs are appreciated!!!

silver ⇾ the knight

“your highness, we must make haste!” silver bursts into your room at the edge of night, shaking you awake with concerning urgency as shouts and screams echo around the castle walls in a resounding cacophony. you’re barely rousing from your slumber as he ushers some sort of footwear on you in an arduous manner, grabbing your hand firmly. “i’ll escort you to safety--the castle has been invaded! come, quickly!”

when your homeland is overthrown by another kingdom and the the people of your country revolt against you, silver, your most valiant knight, is the only one who stands firmly by your side.

your footsteps are silent, running through the halls; his steps are clanky and armour-clad, leading the opposing-side straight to you. they have the advantage in numbers—you know that silver can’t combat them all.

blade drawn across his chest, silver demands for you to leave him behind. you know that is not a request, but an order—the first one he has ever made. even being the most esteemed chevalier in your ranks, he has never asked for anything of the royal family, content with silently fuffiling his role. there’s a sort of inconsolable pain that comes with knowing this was the only thing he’d ever ask of you, but the decision was final. you must go. his earnest expression tells you he won’t change his mind.

you could never doubt where silver’s faith lay. it was and always would be with you. that fact need not be uttered, for it was expressed with his actions. even now, he not once let any foe lay a hand on you; silver was the epitome of resolute and devoted, from the very beginning till the very end.

(when he battles to the brink of exhaustion and takes the final blows all in your stead, silver thinks back to the warmth you had given him. it’s only then that he realises the loyalty he pledged to you felt a lot more like love.)

“no matter who it is against you, or what it is you’re facing, i will forever stand by your side. that is my oath to you.”

malleus draconia ⇾ a loveless royal marriage

“happy anniversary, your excellency!” there’s cheers from all of those residing in the manor. malleus entwines his fingers with yours, squeezing it slightly, the affectionate gesture just enough to satisfy his grandmother and the other guests. once they are pleased with the act, he searches for some sort of joy in your eyes—but there is nothing. the people were congratulating a sham.

malleus doesn’t dare to look at you for too long, because it’s plain to see you’re devoid of life. you don’t love him. he knows you don’t love him. this arrangement killed the person he fell in love with years ago. he can’t recall the last time he’s heard you laugh genuinely, doubling over with endearing crinkles in the corners of of eyes and hands on your knees to steady yourself—you were so carefree. he wishes he had gotten a portrait done so he could remind himself of what you used to be, and not what you are now.

there are so many guests, people you recognise and people you do not, bounding up to the two of you to give you gifts and blessings. you’re giving non-convincing smiles as you chatter, shaking hands and receiving hugs. you don’t want this. you don’t want to be here.

maybe malleus notices your discomfort, as his hand hovers over the midsection of your back. it never touches.

he knows you are not happy. that’s why he pretends to not see the absence of a wedding band on your left-finger, the love letters addressed to another prince, and your hushed preparations at midnight to run away. (it’s ludicrous how the closer you get to leaving him, the more lively you become. you are coming back, you are blooming, but not under his touch—under somebody else’s.)

perhaps your new lover is louder, brighter and sunnier, all attributes he lacks. perhaps he should stop looking for excuses to help him loathe himself less. you and malleus were just not made for each other, and that was that.

“if i cannot make you happy, then i shan’t bind you to me any longer. go, and do not return.”

sebek zigvolt ⇾ a royal rivalry

“why aren’t you dancing? can’t you find a suitor? or did you fail your ballroom lessons? how pitiable. did you not pay attention? in my family--” sebek cocks a brow haughtily as though his mouth wasn’t half-stuffed with sweets. in spite of his discourtesy, he still carried an incorrigible regal air about himself. you grit your teeth. “do you ever shut up? nobody has asked me yet..”

sebek has been your rival since birth—the bane of your existence. both of your kingdoms are close allies, meaning you’re plagued by his endless chatter more than you’d like to be. everything is always has to be a competition between you both—he never misses a chance to remind you of his ‘fae descended’ bloodline that somehow makes him superior to you.

usually, you expect him to yell as soon as he sees you, but he’s oddly quiet. after your last exchange of words, green irises train on those participating in ongoing slow-dance, and then on you. he seems to be insinuating something, but you’re not sure what he wants out of you; you wonder if he’s sizing you up, or comparing heights.

when he instead leans forwards and extends his hand, your breath hitches. what in the world is he doing?! you feel eyes burn into your back—people were staring! you shoot him a quizzical look, but his expression is stiff, slightly rosy, focused on you only. his hand waits for you to take it. “well i-i suppose i can spare the likes of you a dance.”

you scowl—but even as you do, you put your hand in his. if you weren’t in such utter shock, you’d laugh at the audacity of him of all people being your partner for the night. you’re suddenly picking up on things you’ve never noticed about him before: the green embellishments on his suit compliment his hair well… and oh, he does look better with his hair down, and…

he was your enemy, so why did he suddenly seem so… charming?

“are you leading or am i? …huh? you dare question my dancing ability? i’ll have you know, i had LESSONS!”

lilia vanrouge ⇾ forbidden love

you peer outside your bedroom window. he’s there again—the enigma of a bard who comes to play tunes for the royal family. as if he could feel your eyes on him, he looks right in your direction with a knowing smile—flustered, heart thrumming against your chest, you draw your curtains shut. your family think he’s here to play for everyone, but you know better. he’s here for you.

you’d spend every night before lilia arrived sleepless, waiting upon his arrival. his songs were ballads of worlds you never got to see, and never would be able to experience. you would hang onto his every word, head rested on his laps as he sung away. you’d be scolded for getting too close by others, but he didn’t seem to mind… so again, you’re quick to rush to his side today, keeping an amiable distance in front of your guards.

his voice is spirituous and unlike anything you’d ever heard before, laced with a certain edge you couldn’t get enough of; you’re certain he must be a wizard enchanting you. how else could you have fallen so fast? was it his eloquence, or his youthfulness that contrasts his extensive historical knowledge, or his archaic way of attempting to court you? you supposed it didn’t matter. all you knew was that your entire being was entranced by this strange fleeting sensation.

you sneak him away from prying eyes as soon as you can, and he teases you: “aren’t you greedy, wanting me all to yourself?” taking your hand and pressing chaste kisses to the back of it. the thrill of trying to not get caught spurs him on, and the sheepish look on your face and tremor of your stuttering as he renders you speechless is a plus.

you have been unsure of yourself your whole life, not knowing if the roadmap you had laid out for you was the one you truly desired—but this was the one thing you’re certain about. you must see this man again. (even if it means going against orders and sneaking out, even if it brings your family shame, even if you find out you’re not special to him in the end.)

when you tell him such, he throws his head back in a fit of giggles. you truly believe he embodies temptation, drawing you inwards—you can’t resist it!! he thinks you’re so cute, with your bashful expression and all, as he taps your nose thrice and pinches your cheek with gleeful adoration.

“you would really risk it all just to see me? i might serenade you on the spot.”

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