#couldnt tell u why truly

[woodsborostabathon]

anyways i hate when i lowkey find a character attractive against my will. like if you dont SCRAM so i can get real Papa’s Orchard-core abt u very quickly! bc it aint meant to be like THIS 😭

[fearforthestorm]

i dont like to block people from my sideblog bc even if i dont like someone its more important to me that everybody who wants to can interact with my posts about the live music archive. however. on main i can and will and in fact do block people for making stupid fucking posts!

[ultrasopp]

Today i have learned the meaning of real authentic karen costumer from the u s of a

[kalashtars]

honestly I kinda love playing tft because whenever someone comes to my board and starts spamming question marks I'm like "dude I don't have a clue either" and it really feels like a bonding moment

[yutarot]

ride or die. l.jn smau

018 — for her, i am.

(a/n: u might wanna grab some popcorn for this one.)

JENO POV

“i know who leaked my secret.”

he had said it so quickly that he forgot the words had even come from his mouth.

jaemin stares at him, eyes wide in a mix of shock and weirdly, sadness.

but then jeno realises why. he had let jaemin be bullied, staying silent as all of his friends attacked him. he had done nothing.

jaemin didn’t care that jeno knew who it was, he didn’t care who had ruined jeno’s life, because jeno had ruined his. he thought that jeno thought it was him, he had assumed that’s why jeno did nothing, out of hatred, out of anger. but now, now it made no sense. jeno was meant to be his bestfriend.

jeno became angry at the thought. not at jaemin, but at himself. and he hadn’t even explained to him the whole story yet, he hadn’t even told him who it was.

jaemin spoke first after their silence.

“you better start explaining.” jaemin says, and rightfully so. jeno feels as if he should had done the explaining a while ago, he wanted to. but it all happened too quick. he never got the chance.

he doesn’t know why, but he feels like jaemin and him aren’t going to be the same after this. not after what he’s about to tell him.

jaemin grows inpatient, angry even.

“come on, jeno, im not gonna sit here and wait for the fucking grass to grow!!”

jeno says nothing still, and this only makes jaemin’s anger worsen. but he just doesn’t know what to say, how to word the sentence that will ruin their friendship.

“WHO WAS IT JENO?” jaemins grabbing his shirt at this point, and there’s nothing he can do but close his eyes and take it. “WHO WAS IT YOU HAD TO PROTECT SO MUCH TO THE POINT WHERE YOU HAD TO LET ME GET PUSHED AROUND, HUH? WHO SPILLED YOUR FUCKING SECRET, WHO DID YOU FEEL WAS SO SPECIAL TO YOU THAT YOU COULDNT SAY ANYTHING TO ANYONE?!! WHO WAS IT, JENO?! WHO W-“

jeno’s heart races. his fists clench. his arms tense.

he snaps.

“IT WAS ME!”

jaemin stills.

he lets go of jeno’s shirt.

his eyes never divert from his, his last breath never leaving. they both stand in the apartment lobby, the cold air of outside, breezing through the window, half cracked open, the distant buzz of the vending machine whirring in the corner and the deep hue of the midnight sky absorbing the light from around them.

they’re silent, they’re still.

neither of them dare to speak.

until jeno notices jaemins face.

it’s not anger, it’s not sadness. it’s pity.

“it was me.” jeno’s voice is lower now. “i leaked my own identity.” he looks at the floor, in both solemnity and shame.

“why?” jaemin asks. “why would you do that to yourself?”

“i didn’t know it would spread so fast. i posted it on an anonymous account before my race. i wasn’t expecting it to be spread so quick, let alone on national news. i thought it would be slow, i was going to tell you, i was going to tell everyone. i had decided i didn’t want to be samo anymore. but the speed of it all… i wasn’t ready yet, i hadn’t prepared yet, i hadn’t told her.”

jaemin stills at the mention of you.

“so that’s why.”

jeno nods.

“you’re an idiot.” jaemin says, throwing jeno’s words back at him.

but jeno isn’t laughing.

“for her, i am.”

that’s where he realises the gravity of it all. that both of their deception had all come down to the route of one thing, of one person.

you.

jeno continues. “do you know what she told me when we first got into that fake relationship?”

jaemin shakes his head.

“she told me that she didn’t understand why i liked living as samo more than jeno. and usually, i did. i loved living as samo, it was the only time that i was able to really be myself. but when she came along, i realised something. i realised that i didn’t want to be samo anymore, i wanted to be the person that she knew. technically, she knew samo, yes. but it was me, as jeno, that she truly knew. and when she told me that i should just live as jeno, avoid all the public attention and just go outside without a mask, i realised that she was right, that that’s who i wanted to be. i wanted to be me, because of her. so when she told chenle who i was, i should have been mad, i should have been pissed. but, truly? i was relieved. she had done the first step of my journey herself, i could break off the deal. i could explain that i didn’t care about it anymore. i could explain that i wanted to date her for real. but i didn’t do any of that. i was still angry, i was angry at the reason why she had told chenle. he ruined it all. i couldn’t explain it to her, what i really wanted. because she liked him. and it only confirmed my suspicions when i found that stupid fuckers hoodi-“

jeno realised he had be talking for too long when jaemin began to smile.

“oh man i’ve been waiting for you to say that for the longest time, that you want to be yourself.” he pulls him into a brief hug as he speaks, as if he hadn’t even heard the second half of jeno’s rant.

after a second, jaemin pulls away before stating the obvious truth of what’s staring them both in the face, “if only it wasn’t because of her.”

reality dawns on him, pushing on him like an incoming storm. “im sorry jaemin, but ive made up my mind.”

jaemin nods, expecting jeno to say more. but he doesn’t, he just walks to the elevator, clicking the floor to their dorm. jeno hopes that jaemin forgets all about you, that he puts his feelings for you aside. but he knows jaemin too well, he knows no matter how much he tries, jaemin will never forget you.

“you getting in?” jeno says, a smile plastered on his face.

jaemin grins back before running to the elevator to join him.

jeno was going back home.

well, he will be once he fixes things with you.

jaemin lets out a sigh, seeming deep in thought. “you sacrificed everything for her.”

jeno looks at him, an understanding of what he means by this.

“jaemin-“

“i’ll take the fall for it.” he says, a smile on his face that doesn’t reach his eyes. “you don’t have to tell them it was you yet, if you’re not ready.”

jeno panics, “i can’t let you do that. not anymore.”

“please let me.” he fidgets, watching the numbers on the elevator screen climb up, and up, and up. “it’s the most i can do.”

jeno doesn’t know what to say, just like before. so he does the easiest thing. even though he knows he shouldn’t, he does what he knows he’s going to regret.

the elevator dings to a halt.

he lets him.

a sacrifice for a sacrifice.

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notes; it’s been so hard tryna keep this secret guys u have NO idea

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[hannieehaee]

finding out you're pregnant - vu

hhu, vu, pu

content: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of marriage, established relationship, initial negative reactions, fluffy outcome for all of them.

wc: 736

a/n: thank u to the person who requested this <3 pls lmk if u guys would like a pu version! just for context, the og request was for them to have a negative reaction and then transition to fluff!

masterlist

jeonghan -

for the first time in his life, he'd be speechless, not knowing how to proceed. this had always been one of his dreams, and you were his dream person, so why was he not reacting? why was he just sitting there staring at you? why was he not jumping in joy at the thought of you bearing his child? he had no answers for any of these questions, sitting in place as the information replayed in his head.

his stoic reaction would only last so long. only until the very moment in which he sensed his lack of reaction mightve hurt your feelings, causing him to immediately jump up and hold you in his arms, wiping any tears that mightve fallen and cooing at you, calling himself an idiot as he told you how happy he was to share this with you, sharing his hopes for a girl.

joshua -

he'd be immediately terrified, not having planned for this at all. he had always wanted to have kids, but he thought itd be at a point where he had already settled down with you, maybe put a ring on your finger. you'd be met with no response at first, just a wide-eyed joshua who was seemingly collecting his thoughts. he wouldnt realize that his silence would have you thinking the worst of thoughts, thinking that maybe he didnt want this, nor you.

you two would have to talk about it a bit, speak for the realistic steps that would have to be taken to assure a safe and happy life for the both of you considering his very public career. he'd take a break from all the logistics, though, to let you know how over the moon he was. he'd apologize for the delay in his reaction, but would let you know that this had always been one of his dreams. he didnt care if it came at an unplanned time, all he cared about was that it was you he was doing it with.

jihoon -

would slap himself mentally at the 'shit' that immediately left his mouth when you first uttered the news to him. would try to backtrack the moment he sensed the dejection in your demeanor. he hadnt mean to say that! it was just a slip of the tongue, truly!

after the initial shock wore down (and after a ton of apologies from him), he would tell you how incredibly happy he was at the news, having never imagined he'd have a child with the love of his life. he'd express his very realistic worries at the fears he may have had of having a child of his own, but would reassure you that this was a journey he was ready to take with you.

seokmin -

yet another member who would be rendered speechless. you? pregnant? with his kid?? his brain couldnt function. he had never felt such happiness in his life. he had been waiting for years for his sister to have a kid, with the endless hope of becoming an uncle, and now you were telling him he was going to be a dad? there were no words to describe his happiness. except his silence would have you feeling the exact opposite.

the moment you even began to verbalize your worries at what you perceived to be his disappointment in the news, he would immediately interrupt you and smother you with all the love he could muster. would not allow you a single word in as he cried against your arms about how happy he was, how this was the greatest moment of his life and how he would give you and your little one everything the world had to offer.

seungkwan -

eyes wide and breath caught in his throat. would immediately freak out, as he usually did. wouldnt even process anything after the word 'pregnant' left your mouth. wouldnt even realize you were equally as freaked out, unknowing as to what to do with his frantic reaction.

it would take him a while to calm his breathing, bringing himself right back to earth. upon realizing how badly he freaked you out with his own reaction, he'd apologize repeatedly, telling you that it was just in the heat of the moment and that he'd support you in any and every way. would tell you how this was the greatest thing and that he was so happy to start this new life with you.

[so1arso1stice]

can u write bottom!ningning x fem!reader? Any plot you have in mind 🥹

ofc i can!

VERSACE PRINCESS

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f!bottom!idol!ningning x fem!switch!reader

summary: ningning was gone the whole day at a Versace event, and she had missed her girl so SO much ;)

warnings: smut, tongue play, sloppy kisses, overstimulation (ish), freaky shit in general, fingering, pet names, praising, after-care, a bit of fluff at the end

an: YESS IM SO HAPPY MY FIRST ASK IS A NINGNING SUGGESTION!!! ningning my girl frfr

the ending kinda sucks ik that im bad at writing endings from time to time so give me peace 🙏🏾

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it was 9pm, and you were on the couch watching tv, not! the tv was only just background noise to you, you were only looking at the door to see if you girlfriend, ningning had gotten back from her Versace event yet. at this point you’ve been waiting for around 2 hours for her and you’ve started to think that she’ll just come home in the morning. so you decide to try and actually find something good on tv to actually watch and you managed to find a show that’ll keep you occupied. after a couple minutes your eyes were glued to the tv.

until you heard keys jangling and the door rattling open, with an exhausted ningning walking into the house. you ran up to hug and kiss her “babe! i’ve missed you so much!” you said. you really, truly missed her; BAD. she did kiss and hug you back but they were more sloppy than her more classy, organized, kisses. you paid it no mind, it wasn’t the first time you guys were sloppy kissing.

ning says, in a more tired tone, “get on the bed, i have something for you.” she then whispers something in your ear,

“i want that pussy of yours so bad…”

you had a slight breath hitch. all you could do is just nod, go upstairs and get on the bed. you were contemplating on taking off your pants or waiting for ningning to do so, but you decided to take them off for her. (so kind of you 😊)

she walks into the bedroom and you were already on the bed, in a cute little pose for her. “damn,” “all dolled up for me?” she smirks “you really want to get ruined, huh?” you could only nod. you loved days when ningning was dominate!

she gave you a little pat on the head “mmm, my cute girl..” she sat down on the bed next to you and couldn’t stop looking at your already dripping wet pussy. she went to go and put her fingers in first, which already caused you to start opening up your legs. all she could do was lightly snicker. she loved whenever you acted like this, easily submitting to her. the sight was perfect in her eyes. she started to pump her fingers in and out, harder and harder. you couldnt help but start spewing out moans. this filled ningning with pure happiness, her favorite sound is your moans. she continue to pump her fingers in and out and you continued to moan those stunning moans.

“baby, i-im close…” you said. around this time, ningning was only fingering you for 8 minutes, that’s by far the quickest she’s ever made you cum. you could see her smirking. you could tell she was enjoying every second of this “cum for me, baby” were the only thing she said. without warning she added a third finger, very eager for you to cum “i can believe you’re about to cum so fast”

the third finger definetly you did leave you in some shock. you honestly felt like you were about to cum all over her. “your the only one who makes me feel like this, that’s why” you barely managed to speak out. you felt a pure state of joy. ningning has never really fingered you like this before, it seems like she’s extra eager to see you cum.

“ning, baby—“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before you cummed all over her fingers. you could see her smile an actual smile of happiness. “good girl. let’s see if i can make you cum again” she smirks as she goes to face your pussy. again, without warning, she sticks her tongue up your pussy, eating up all of the excess cum still on you. you honestly felt like you could just cum again by the feeling of this. never ever has ningning been so eager to eat you out. (she had a long day so it’s ok 😄 )

ningning honestly felt like she could die at this moment. she was keeping her dominance but inside she felt an indescribable state of bliss. she didn’t even notice how fast and deep she was licking up your insides. she was pumping her tongue in and out, occasionally touching your g-spot.

again, you felt close “baby…” ningning’s eyes were closed and she could barely even speak. she just made a little “hm?” sound, with her mouth not daring to leave your cunt.

“i’m close… a-again” you could feel ningning smirking at you. you felt kind of embarrassed but didn’t really care, she knows what she’s doing.

ningning lifted up your legs, holding them up in the air. this sight was beautiful for the both of you. your pov: had ningning beautifully eating you out. and ningning’s pov: had her eating out the girl of her dreams.

“baby, i’m gonna cum again” ningning could barely even react. you hot cum had came slowly into her mouth. finally, she had backed up from your pussy to look at her beautiful, fucked out girl. “awh baby, you tired?”

you nodded. you felt kind of ashamed because you usually last longer. the ashamed-ness quickly washed away with your beautiful girlfriend giving you praises such as “my sweet girl” “i love you” “you did great”

“i’ll be right back my sweet” she then goes to get a towel and cleans you up. “awh baby! you shouldn’t have!”

“i wanted to, you deserve after care” she goes to kiss your forehead before getting into bed next to you to cuddle.

“my versace princess” you say as you kiss her on the cheek, eventually falling asleep in her arms.

[itgomyway]

you are FREE

in life, i want you to truly understand that you are now free. there’s no pain. there is no suffering. there is no more having to settle with “that’s life”. there is no more desiring, the word itself implies separation. there is no more. just be.

you are everything. consciousness. everything you see around you are forms of consciousness. everything around you, IS you, just in a simplified form your brain can process. this is why forms of consciousness are not real. theres no real separation in your reality.

your dreams, your illusions, your “4d”, your imagination, your “physical world”, are all fake. these are just forms of consciousness brought on by your awareness. your dreams are just as real (or fake) as your physical world. you refusing to see this is the only problem.

that is what you are. that is all there is. THIS WILL SET YOU FREE. everything you could possibly think of in life already exist. everything you couldnt even imagine being “real” is already real. this isnt just hypothetically spiritual talk used to make it sound mysterious. ITS YOU!

if you know you observe consciousness (you) through your awareness(also you) and things can only exist because of your observations then truly, what is missing, exactly? what is there to do except be? why waste your time playing with forms of consciousness when you can just be?

you really dont have to do anything because given the fact that you are already everything its kind of redundant to try, no? i mean u CAN but know that while doing it, ur still free. theres no “maintaining” your desires when you are already every single existing version of said desire

i will never tell you to do anything but let yourself be. you dont need to affirm, you dont need to read anything (yes, including my post!), you don’t need to work on your “self concept” and you dont need to do a damn thing but be.

© itgomyway

[alyssas-personal-diary]

bare back

hello fam another oneshot! be warned i write in second person pov so if u dont like, dont read!!! i kind of hate this one bc i just hate writing dialogue, it always reads so unnatural to me but i couldnt write this without dialogue i feel so pls lmk if this seems ooc or awkward or something :) reader is sam in this one! also sam is kind of a perv in which hes (you) 17 and fucking old men and also implied dean sucks him off in the end but everything remains implied so no true warning bc ill never be able to write a proper sex scene ;p

summary: the one in which sammy (reader) is a little perv who fucks old men and gets yelled at by big brother. ;)

( read this chapter on ao3! ) https://archiveofourown.org/works/61008211/chapters/156488599

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

You were sixteen when you first had sex.

“Such a fucking DUMBASS! I swear to fucking God Sam, how fucking dumb are you? Running off and doing that shit? Fucking men well into their 40’s? They probably got a wife and kids at home, waiting for daddy to come back from the store. Fucking stupid..” Dean shouts, his sound booming in your ears, wincing as he practically tears up the motel room. If you knew he’d be this mad, you would’ve never fucked those men. Or at least would’ve done it on the down low. (Not that it mattered. He always found out in the end.)

You’ve been seventeen for almost 8 months now. You were basically 18 at this point, about to leave in the middle of the night. You wondered how he would react that night but now wasn’t the time to focus on leaving. Be in the present.

“Dean, Jesus, take a fucking breath. It isn’t that big of a deal. I’m basically legal. And I was being careful. Why’re you so fucking mad?”

“Why am I mad? What the fuck, Sam?! Why am I mad? Take a fucking hint, Sam.”

Deans volume and tone just makes you want to shrivel up into a ball and die but you were never one to back down, not to John, and certainly not to Dean right now.

“Oh my fucking God Dean, you aren’t my fucking daddy , I can fuck whoever I want, young or old. You did when you were my age, I know that.” You shout back with a groan, throwing your head back against the couch with dramatic effort.

“Shut the fuck up Sam! Fuck, I’m so fucking sick of you and your bullshit!” You can barely make out what he’s spitting in your face, your ears ringing as he pulls you up and forces you up against the wall. You couldn’t exactly tell if the ringing in your ears was from the adrenaline of the stupid argument or the growing boner in your jeans. (His jeans, really. You grabbed them out of his bag this morning.)

“You are so fucking stupid Sammy. Don’t even think for yourself. Maybe you need a daddy, huh?” You know Dean means it as a threat but with the lack of space between your face and his made it hard to take it as a threat. (More of a promise, you think.)

“Don’t be fucking smart Sammy, answer me!” He’s practically demanding at this point and your cock is practically already leaking and you can’t handle this and you think you’re going to cry. (You’d blame it on him yelling at you but if you were honest with yourself, it was something entirely different. Besides, you liked him when he yelled.)

“Fuck, Sammy, don’t cry. You get what I’m saying, don’t you? I just need you to be safe , need you to be okay. It’s my job, looking after my pain in the ass little brother, huh?” The way Dean chuckles as he says that makes you want to hurl and beg him to yell at you and cry all in the same motion. In some masochistic way, you wanted him to continue yelling at you, want to tell him to dig his palms so far into your shoulders blade the prints would be there in the morning.

You’re sure your words would fail you as he finally catches a glimpse at the growing mess in your pants. (You weren’t ashamed, not truly. It was the same as if he had a glimpse of you in the shower. It was all the same and in the same breath, it was not.)

“C’mon Sammy.. you’ll be alright, c’mere, I didn’t mean it..” He sounds so impossibly soft, you’re sure you will fall apart. His breath fans across your neck and the tingles in your spine do nothing but add to the sticky mess in your boxers, a growing white wetness at the seam. (You are sure your face is beat red. You aren’t sure when your flannel gets unbuttoned but you only notice when the temperature against your skin changes and your spine is flat against the cold motel wall behind you. You aren’t sure when he ends up in front of you either, sucking at the wet stains through soaked denim.)

You are seventeen when big brother cleaned you up afterwards.

(hi if you made it this far. i dont like how i ended this but i didnt know how to end it so um. sorry..)

[howelljenkins]

hi this is so random but i need to wax poetic. you have no obligation to reply to this. also i do not mean this in a parasocial way at ALL lmao i recognize that idk you trust. i first found ur blog in 2020 as a eighth grader in lockdown that was completely lost. i had lost my uncle to covid during that time and went from being a stellar student to receding into my shell and watching my grades tank. my shit home situation and undiagnosed depression led to me sinking into any form of escapism possible, mainly thru the form of books. i was super obsessed with perry johnson LMAO at the time and had all the time in the world to look into the fandom. this was around the time the unnamed author was just, like, violently and belligerently racist and scathing to any fans that questioned otherwise. being a tumblrina, i went to this site to see people comment on this, only to find you and ur mutuals were the only people openly discussing how he was just plain vile. i remember how sickened i felt seeing how you and other people of color were getting doxxed and threatened for pointing out what i thought was incredibly obvious. as a rlly sheltered person of color, this was the first time it struck me that the world was lying about how much they were actually willing to stick up for us, as before that i was just stupidly optimistic. anyways bc of that i started checking ur blog like EVERYDAY because of how much your words resonated with me. i was in complete awe of just how witty you were, and how you took no shit from people. granted this was a defense mechanism from crazy ass white fandom bitches but it was still weirdly inspiring. i still remember seeing u pull out the yale trap card so often and being like, oh shit this girl is something else lol thats hysterical. for the rest of high school i would keep up to date with u and specifically ur writing and poetry on promethes. kal i need you to realize your words actually rearranged my brain. the poems about your great grandfather, your mother, your pos friend, of being a horror, to love and to be loved is rest, everything EVERYTHING is etched into my memory. i really feel like i stumbled onto the modern fucking plato or something. anyways my critical thinking skills and love of poetry both are strongly influenced by you. i used to be the kind of person that hated everything and couldnt bear the thought of tolerating this world for another second. but your unyielding positivity and optimism, and insistence that kindness being the more difficult choice is inherently more radical really changed me. ik u didnt invent that or yadda yadda but u really made it seem real. im still learning to take each day slower, to breathe in a little deeper, but the beauty of so many things i previously dismissed is so obvious to me now. that post you made about you and ur mutuals educating a whole generation is so true lol. so just thank you. honestly thank u thank u thank you from the bottom of my heart. im a senior now who just submitted my yale application tonight and thought of you and im a little drunk right now so i think thats why i wrote this whole ass essay but just. like idk. u changed me and idek know you. i made my friend who got into princeton a trap card bc urs was so inspiring lol. anyways i truly hope you have a peaceful happy life and a good night. your soul is really such a beautiful thing and you deserve the world pls never settle for anything less

idc if it’s parasocial i love u and want the best for u and know u will go far and i almost doxxed myself by telling u the city i live in so u could look me up if you’re ever here lol. ik im a stranger or whatever but im proud of u idc ur like my adopted little sibling now. also @taumoeba yale card inspiring generations

[whumpbug]

okay okay okay so I held back on this one because I asked alternate already BUT. can you put Gene and Cassidy in a sci-fi story. what would they wear what are their roles do you have scene snippets or dialog? sci-fi is my favorite thing ever and as always feel free to ignore if this isn't the vibe!!! i love you bug /p!!!!!

OHOHOHOHOHHOH SETH I LOVE U /P

i am all for a sci-fi vibe. even if star wars is TECHNICALLY a space opera, i love love love the space setting and i would be DELIGHTED to talk about it.

im gonna word vomit on the page first and them ill try my hand at a few drabbles in this au. strap in for ANOTHER very long post. THANK U AGAIN SETH I LOVE UR ASKS I TRULY CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THEM /GEN

okay so. since i'm only really well-versed in star wars sci-fi concepts, this is going to be a vaguely star wars inspired au but i'll try to phrase it in a way thats more applicable to sci-fi in General (its always so fun to translate their jobs and personalities into different settings)

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we'll start with gene. idk why but i'm getting very much a bounty hunter vibe from him. like someone who maybe works for a larger organization or guild hunting down notorious criminals (i mention that he works for an Entity bc i think its sort of important that he doesnt choose his bounties himself. he gets them assigned)

i think he would still do it out of a sense of responsibility because he doesn't think bad people should just be running around like that, but also because. a man's gotta make a living. he's gotta pay the bills.

i can see him having his own little ship that he practically lives out of considering how much he travels, and i feel like he'd get very attached to his ship (much like calliope. sorry calliope you've become a spaceship in this au)

OMG AND ALSO A THOUGHT IS BEING BEAMED INTO MY HEAD.

he wears a mask. you can't see his face when he's out doing jobs. he conceals his face, partially because he doesn't want people to see when hes scared or smug or anything like that and partially for the Swag.

that brings me to his overall outfit. i believe in my heart of hearts that gene would wear something like this (i wish i could credit the artist but i couldnt find it)

except instead of an entire helmet, it would be more of just a black piece of cloth pulled loosely over his mouth and nose. and im also seeing him in a very wide brimmed hat that he can tilt down to Brood pls tell me you guys see the vision.

he'd have a little revolver-looking blaster and knowing him, it'd be set to stun. i don't think he really enjoys bringing people in cold, and does his best to avoid it when he can

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OK now onto cassidy. my beautiful darling boy silver. my sweetiepie.

it was kind of difficult to translate his profession into this setting because. it involves more people other than him.

ultimately i decided that, similar to the modern au, he is a part of an underground business, kind of like a rebellion of sorts, that fight against the injustices of the galaxy robin-hood style. of course, montana is the leader (unfortunately) and cassidy is essentially his right hand man

i can see cassidy traveling planet to planet, dismantling corrupt governments, providing for the needy, and having an absolute blast doing it, but his methods are. very illegal. and there is a growing bounty on his head.

nearly every major government wants specifically him locked away for life because of the destruction he's caused, and of course they hire the very best bounty hunter around to track him down.

and of course cassidy is a slippery fellow

cue their little cat and mouse thing they've got going on. gene wants to catch him because if he does, he'd practically be set for life. cassidy runs away because, well. he has a job to do. he can't get caught, especially by the weirdly attractive masked dude that talks to his spaceship.

and lastly, here is what i think cassidy's fit would vaguely look like:

he loves ponchos he can't help it. they're too comfy.

he too would have a little revolver-blaster thing and of course, his knife and hat. one thing that it different is the stolen jewelry. i decided that instead of stealing jewelry from the awful people, he takes mechanical/droid parts for his little buddy that he keeps around named SC-071-1 (haha. ahaha get it. please tell me someone gets it.)

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OK ONTO THE DRABBLES AND SNIPPETS! you get 3 because im feeling Generous /pos. here in the first little snippet for you. this is the two meeting in a bar and not wanting to make a scene (gene tracked him there) (i just wanted to write a silly tense scene)

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Cassidy heard Gene before he saw him.

The man was always stomping around in a way no one could quite replicate. His footsteps were deliberate, cold, and unmistakable.

And they were right behind him.

The business end of a blaster was suddenly pressed into Cassidy's ribs and his mouth went dry.

"I'll have a Jet Juice. On the rocks."

Gene tossed the bartender a coin, to which he grumbled indignantly and began on the drink.

Cassidy risked a sideways glance at the bounty hunter. His expression was unreadable and hidden as always, and he didn't even turn to look at Cassidy. Instead, Gene leaned close and spoke lowly into his ear.

"Make a scene and you're dead. Try to run and you're dead. Turn on your comm and you're dead. Am I clear?"

Cassidy smirked, and mocked a salute. "Loud 'n clear, sir."

Gene gave a curt nod and turned to the bar. The bartender slid him his drink, which he downed in one go, and he was just about to order another when--

He sputtered when he felt something pressed into a certain.. important area. He blanched.

"Didn't say anything about fightin' fire with fire, did you, cowboy?" Cassidy grinned. The sight of the big bad bounty hunter squirming because his family jewels were threatened never got old.

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DRABBLE 2 HERE WE GO. this one is gene finding cassidy after a mission gone sour. cassidy was effectively abandoned by montana with the promise that he would come back for him.

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The whole mission was a bust from the beginning.

Cassidy should have known. He had a gut feeling-- that it was some sort of trap specifically designed for the organization. When he brought it up to Montana, he said that it was just Cassidy being paranoid. And, of course, he believed him. He always did

And now, there he was, beaten within an inch of his life and left to the elements by the government higher-ups.

They really didn't like people messing with their system.

Cassidy took a labored breath for what felt like the millionth time. Each time it was getting harder. His arms were pinned awkwardly above his head and to fill his lungs, he had to pull himself up. It quickly became exhausting.

The worst part was the cold. Montana had mentioned that this planet's average temperature was a little below what Cassidy was used to, but he didn't mention that the city they were infiltrating was located near the northern pole of the planet.

It was freezing.

Cassidy had long since stopped shivering.

He let his head loll forward. He wasn't sure he had the strength to wait for Montana anymore. He wasn't sure he had the strength for anything anymore. Even keeping his eyes open seemed a monumental task.

So, he let them fall shut.

••••

When he woke up, it was because he registered his center of gravity tilting on it's axis.

There was a body pressed against his. And it was warm.

If he had any remaining strength, he would have clung to his rescuer like there was no tomorrow. Instead, he settled for letting his head fall against the person's chest as he let out a pitiful whine.

A hand chafed up and down his shoulder. "Just relax. We'll get you warm. Don't you dare try to run off, Silver."

He wouldn't dream of it. Not when he could feel himself melting to putty in the arms of this stranger.

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LAST DRABBLE it's gene's turn. in this au he has spasthma (space asthma) and sometimes it hinders his job in Not good ways. and cassidy isn't heartless.

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Cassidy really wasn't thinking when he threw the smoke bomb. All he knew was that the damned bounty hunter was catching up and he needed to throw him off.

He did not expect him to fall to his knees with a guttural coughing fit.

It would have been so easy to leave him there to rot, to hop in his ship and escape without looking back.

But when did Cassidy ever take the easy way out?

"Shit," He hissed, darting back to where Gene was kneeled with a palm supporting him on the ground.

He was clutching at his chest, choked gasps leaving him intermittently. His eyes looked vaguely panicked.

"C-Can't--" He wheezed, getting cut off by another coughing fit. He looked as if he was about to topple over.

Cassidy caught him by the arm and dragged him away from the busy street. He propped him up against an wall tucked into an alleyway and began rummaging around in his bag.

One of the younger kids with the Montana's crew had the same condition with all the same symptoms Gene was having right now. The kid was pretty forgetful, and Cassidy always made sure he had an extra rebreather on him. Just in case.

Gene was going to owe him big time.

His fingers finally grazed what he was looking for and he yanked it out, fumbling to get it open. He shook the small canister and pressed it to Gene's lips.

"You have to puff. Just try, okay? Just a little." Cassidy grabbed Gene's hand and placed it on his chest, exaggerating his own breathing to show him what to strive for.

Gene hiccuped slightly before taking a flimsy inhale. He breathed out and tried at it again, and found it gradually got easier.

When he could finally take a deep breath, he collapsed against the wall, panting. His hand didn't leave Cassidy's chest.

"Thank-- thank you," He whispered.

Cassidy smiled.

"Does this mean I get a headstart now?"

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SETH thank you SO VERY MUCH for this ask and this au. i think i may like it more than their original au GOD i love them so so so much FHDJKFH. thank u for the requests and as always PLS dont be afraif to send more if the mood striked you but no pressure ofc! /gen

hope you enjoy my rambling bc this post was LONGGGGG

[secondchoice-ragdoll]

I saw your answer to that other anon asking if K’s unrequited love was T and I appreciate your response but I wanted to throw another idea into the ring! First of all I think T&K love each other deeply in ways that are definitely more than just friends, and it’s never been unrequited. But I think K probably thinks T never felt the same way that she did since she was rejected that one time (despite all the evidence to the contrary that T very much still thinks about it in a way that’s more than just jokes). But it’s not like either of them has said I love you as in I’m in love with you (that we know of) so like… how would the other know how they really feel about each other if they’ve never clearly expressed it?

Anyways my theory is that K is talking about the guy back in Boston who she used to hook up with who she said if things had been different, she would’ve married him. K wrote about him at length in both of their books, but she’s mentioned him a couple of times in stories too. He was the ex military construction worker who was a client that she said she would’ve fucked for free (she also said this on unhhhh) because he always overplayed and tipped and she would make him pay for STI tests she wasn’t actually taking and he would still pay even if she canceled and even with all of that he was respectful and the best sex of her life at the time. She also implied that she liked talking to him too and it wasn’t just about the sex for her. K said that he was the one who would make comments like I would never know you’re not a woman (complimentary) and if things were different he would’ve walked down the street with her (not complimentary). Both of those stories K has told many times and clearly they had a lasting impact on her with regards to her identity. So yeah, that’s why I think she was talking about this man because she said that she was in love with him and would’ve married him but he said he had plans to marry (another) woman. It’s heartbreaking honestly. I often thought she was talking about her 16 year old straight friend crush too, because he’s another that has come up often. But I don’t believe K really considers that love. I recommend reading about the sections on sex work in both of their books because when she talked about this guy, that’s what convinced me she was in love with him and he’s the one she as talking about.

I know it’s a common theory amongst fans that K is talking about T, and maybe on a subconscious level she is too, but I don’t think K would be so obvious like that in front of T. I think she’s thinking about someone specific and it’s the Boston guy. Though I do think T has thought it’s about her at times and I agreed that she wants to know so many details about K’s love and sex life because her mind is imagining what if it’s me. Just, if T does feel that way and after 10 years it seems like she she does, why not tell her you love her when you love her? What’s the worst that could happen at this point? They’ve survived worse and have only come back stronger. Why not give it an honest shot? I truly believe they would still stay in each others lives even if the relationship didn’t work out. But maybe that’s the risk they don’t want to take and the fear of losing each other is too strong. That’s the tragedy of them.

hi u r amazing. just wanted to get that out of the way😋😋

srsly thank you for contributing to the conversation!! i actually havent read their books bc they r not avaliable in this godforsaken country i live in (i need books in hard copy, sorry😭), so i didnt know i missed out on such stories, but good to know!

i a 100% agree w u on T&Ks relationship being not unrequitedly more than friendship, and id say that K is in this exact particular belief. despite T being soooooooo loud abt it... (u couldnt shut her up abt loving and knowing K even if u tried)

like i said, i had no idea that the (otherwise rarely?) mentioned Boston guy left such an impact on K, so this is a really fascinating addition. and yeah, knowing what i know now, i believe it is probably this guy, not the "bj w braces" one😭😭 (i would have been surprised if he had been the one K identified as her one actual romantic love, he seemed more like a "first crush that things happened w" thing?)

its really so sad, this Boston guy seems like such a nice man? i can see how the comments he made to K and how decently he treated her could have led to her counting him as the one person she was in love w :((( yes it is very heartbreaking that he went on to marry that other woman, poor K baby.

my point is quite similar, like if they could just somehow magically have a damn discussion abt the topic.... but nooooo! ugh😩

i do think T thinks K is talking abt her, or at least has that in her top 3 guesses. and i mean, she is not wrong? but still i wouldnt think Kd say it like this infront of her so many times.

THE TRAGEDY OF THEM. yes. exactly. srsly if anyone catches me being in love w my friend for a decade and they reciprocate the feelings and i dont do anything abt it u should call an ambulance bc smth if off-track. i literally dont know how it would be such a risk they appear to see it as, like, its not like they dont know each other? not like they dont want each other? not like they dont hang out (well. usually) a lot? soooooo? i really dont know, i get how it can be scary BUT GOD.

[foxcassius]

sorry about maybe intruding but did you break up with jiwon. why did we never heard about the little guy again ..? we love hearing about jake tho keep going. just curious. if u don't mind

omg people notice my posts...yeah jiwon and i broke up for a myriad of reasons. 1) it hurted my feelings a lot that he essentially cancelled the wedding we were meant to have and had me go back to the us instead of stay with him in korea. 2) when i got back to the us ppl started they/themming me immediately and i was like whoa this rules actually. i forgot how much this rules wow korea truly is a Different Place in this regard. and when i mentioned to jiwon the possibility of me coming out/transitioning more masculinely again he was like ehhh i wouldnt want to date you if you did that. and that was sort of the big thing we broke up over. i kinda forgot how nice the daily freedom of expression is in the us whilst living in korea and HAVING to perform femininity to keep my jobs yknow so it was a conversation i had only sparingly w jiwon. which really just means its a good thing we ended up not getting married if our views are this opposed...i wouldnt wanna be in a marriage where i felt like i couldnt tell my partner everything about me.

but jake is very supportive!! honestly jake is very gnc himself. i wont pressure him to take on any label or anything but i just love and accept him however he chooses to be <3 he's my creepy

[binalakai-archive]

sometimes i really wanna speak up against whats its like to recognize gaslighting and abuse and manipulation right in front of you no matter how much concrete proof you have . you can have recordings, screenshots, witnesses, everything in the world. but suddenly YOURE the bad awful person for being paranoid about those things in the first place. YOURE the shitty one for trying to form safety nets in case you recognize patterns and try to make do with what you can to survive in a chaotic situation its what i feel like i was born for, like ive been preparing my entire life for it. . i couldnt avoid it both on and offline. thats just been my entire life, of having concepts and experiences im supposed to make sense of and being told that whatever i have just isnt true. or even if it is True "it just isnt fair. its just not fair to human beings just trying to grow" as if the people around you trying to grow too are just stepping stones towards a comfortably uncomfortable guilty conscious that Just ...makes sense to have for some reason???? it feels weird growing up in a world that's trying to change too as much as you are. with maybe a handful of people that genuinely are trying. and failing, but trying really hard to be good people because thats whats Easy to Want. HARD to do but really really Easy to want because its expected and taught and celebrated to be that way. i have to respect it but. man u also gotta remember that people are, most of the time, happy with what they believe.. even if it means Sacrificing that Very Ideology. ironically enough they can be the same people that crave goodness as much as they betray it.. as much as they can sometimes even excuse their want for goodness to commit unforgivable actions. even when things get better its hard to disregard when times were worse and not knowing why it had to be that way. and unless you really jeopardize your own safety and privacy, and lose loved ones you really care about in the process because of Differences in Values/Morals, all for the sake of a self perceived Form of control and Agency over your life...it truly isnt fucking worth it. defending yourself. youre free to argue against me saying that there is merit in standing up for yourself but until you're in a space with open minded people that wont openly deny whats in front of them its. torture nearly. to deal with that. im lucky that i care more about my ideas than people. people are just numbers but the types of people u can find yourself surrounded with from caring about your own ideas truly is in control of your Own hands.,,,most of the time. i am in awe completely over people that are okay with being the victim. im even baffled by people that find some sort of safety in that, like its something to be proud of.. or people that will straight up find Comfort in believing that they are a victim of something even when the things that theyve done are completely by their own hand. i find the identity of being a "victim" exhausting and horrible to live with. therefore i actively choose to Not Be It even when i know in objective terms that I am, that's not what *my* reality tells me. so i dont.

[minkkumaz]

as long as ur able to get rest omi!! it’d be the worst to force yourself into writing when its supposed to be a fun hobby. again, u can always resort to smaus and little brainrots when you feel like writing a bit. either way, its really good to do things at ur own pace so u dont get overwhelmed ^^

gosh the fnaf movie.. im terrified of horror movies, but at the same time id love to watch one. has me thinking of so many imagines rn.. I HAVE SO MUCH IDEAS FOR THE MAKNAE LINES VER OF THEM GETTING UR ATTENTION.. but ima get sidetracked and talk abt bonedo halloween!!!!

ID LOVEEE to go trick or treating w them. We could all have matching costumes.. Have you seen the ABCDLOVE mv? The scene with all of them dressed as ghosts (minus riwoo).. Like imagine broke, highschooler bonedo boys just tryna find an easy costume and they resort to ripping their white sheets.

OR OR ORBOR ORROROROROR OMG. idk if youve seen this, but lesserafim dressed up as body guards for eunchae and pretended to escort her somewhere. IMAGINE THAT WITH BONEODIVISOENFIERROROROORROEOEOE.

IM SOBTJIFN. omg bc bc bc BCCCCC. just being in their friendgroup, trick or treating and them "protecting" you. OH MY GOD STOP IT RN BC WAIR.

You've been walking around the neighborhood for atleast over 2 hours, the boys couldnt get enough of the sweet treats getting piled into their baskets. Unfortunately, the heels you wore started to make your feet ache. It was uncomfortable, but you pushed through the pain. It'd be a whole year until Halloween again, and you wouldn't want to ruin the fun by going home early.

Despite that, you couldnt stop the hisses and groans of pain that escaped your lips.

"Are you okay?" Taesan stood close by you, a bit behind the other 5 who were busy trying to figure out if they've been down this street already. His eyes scanned your face, noticing your discomfort.

"I'm okay..!" Though, Taesan noticed how the pitch of your voice increased. He stared at you, waiting for you to tell him the truth. You hesitantly admitted the pain your heels were giving you.

"Take them off."

You gave him a confused look, "Huh?"

"..Just do it." Taesan took off his blazer as you undid your heels, your feet touching the cold concrete. Soon, Taesan quickly wrapped the blazer on you, squatting down for you to get on his back as he picked up your heels.

“You should’ve said that in the first place..” He sighed.

SCREMSIFN. HAN DONGMINN THE MAN TO EVER TKJFJ!!?!1!1!1! no because he so WOULD. he’d wrap his blazer around you to make sure your dress wont rise up too much when your on his back, and he’d carry you as he walked around with the boys trick or treating. His arms are wrapped tightly around your legs, yet he held your heels delicately. TRULY a man who’d watch out for you. I WAS TORNNN between leehan and taesan doing this, but for the sake of it leehan could definitely be the type to also do this. (but instead of letting you ride his back, he’d wear the heels as you wore his shoes.)

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THE FNAF MOVIE WASN'T VERY SCARY ACTUALLY! in my opinion it's a good horror movie to watch if you dont necessarily like horror movies :3

and omg im a fake fan i havent even seen the abcdlove mv yet! but trick or treating with the boys would be so funny.

them protecting me.. gives me shivers bc why is that the cutest fricken thing. but ngl i imagine them to wear inflatable costumes like that is so woonhak and jaehyun. one is an alien and one is an among us character LMAOOO

AND UR IMAGINE?

melon anon can u make ur own personal tumblr account called melon anon and make imagines because i was actually giggling so bad i had to take a mental reset IT'S JUST SO CUTE AGHHH taking my heels? will be purposefully wearing heels next year just for him!

and him being so considerate and trying to cover up reader too :( whenever i wear skirts and stuff i always worry about what i'm doing because i dont want it to ride up >< leehan strutting in heels?! not a want, a need

[wumpyprincessdrea]

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Hi everyone! This is another segment of my current project, The Light of the New Moon! If you would like to be added to a taglist for future posts on this topic, please either reblog or message me!

The Light of the New Moon

(Cw: violence, medical trauma, needles)

Pt 2

Nocturna strained against the chains and leather straps holding her in place. She feared what was to come, soon she would experience the searing fire coursing through her veins.   The anticipation of the barbarism caused her to tremble with trepidation.  A woman entered the room with a glass syringe containing a violaceous liquid. She set it down on a tray, acknowledged Nocturna with a nod and began jotting down notes in a journal.  

The woman then rummaged through a chest of drawers and gathered additional impliments, first aid supplies, a knife, and various other tools.    Nocturna was petrified knowing what was to come.  The woman then spoke,  "Now, I suggest you cooperate.  You've done this every week since you came of age.  You know precisely why we are doing it.  Have you forgotten that I am giving you a gift?!"

Nocturna steadied herself and then spoke.  "Yes... but....the aconite burns is all.   I can't handle it."

The woman chortled not seeming to care.   "Oh hunny, you and I both know that it can do much worse than that.  This is to prevent such a tragedy from occurring.   Can you tell me why, we are doing this for you?"

The woman paused, waiting for a response.

While the woman was making sense, Nocturna was starting to lose her mind, trembling over what was to come.

"Y-yes. My father chose me, because I am u-unique. He sees me as his personal weapon, a tool.  He is doing this to see how I can endure it, to determine if he can do it to the rest of us. This is a gift, because most cant survive wounds inflicted by a weapon tainted by this poison.  He hopes that through this hellish experimentation, we can find a way to form immunity to it and to decrease the excrutiating effects. Eventually while we may still experience the pain, it will not kill us.

Nocturna inhaled and exhaled sharply.  

The woman smiled, satisfied. 

"Then we understand each other. I know that this is an excrutiating process for you. I wish for all of our sakes I could do something to help with the agony.   However, I need to know how this procedure affects you. Analgesia will ruin my precious data.   The data is important so I can find ways to make this process easier for all of us.  Just remember, when we complete this,nothing will stand in your way. Think of the pain you experience today as a relief for another time.  I truly am sorry that I have to hurt you in order to find out more."

She approached Nocturna with the needle containing the purple liquid. It was clear that Nocturna did not want this. She continued trembling and whimpering, but was failing to maintain composure. 

The woman ignored Nocturna's protesting and began examining her neck, looking for the perfect place to administer the toxin. Nocturna inhaled and begain to hyperventilate, terrified.  She turned her head accepting her fate, tears begain to form in her eyes as she squeezed her eyes shut.   The woman began pressing on various parts of her neck to locate her vein.   She nodded to herself once satisfied. Holding the vein in place with a finger.

"Please, try to relax. I know it is going hurt, but if you resist, you know it will be much worse. Do whatever you need to do to stay comfortable.  I don't mind if you need to cry or scream."

At her words, Nocturna began to sob, her anxiety filling her, doing her best to comply.  Nocturna completely froze as the woman slowly inserted the needle. The woman drew the fluid back in the syringe and sighed, redirecting it to its proper place, despite Nocturna's protesting.

"Im so sorry.....it moved on me, there we go."  

Nocturna growled wanting to strike the woman but remembered that she couldnt.

She slowly injected the poison into Nocturna.    Nocturna became tense as the woman continued. 

"There.   Was it really that bad?"

Nocturna was in too much pain to speak, her body shaking while wracked with pain.    The aconite began coursing through her causing Nocturna to strain against the chains that bound her, crying out as her binds cut into her flesh. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.   She looked over at the woman with pleading eyes.

"P-please..... I can't..... No more!" Nocturna whined as she pulled against the chains.  Her body quaked as the liquid seared through her body. Nocturna screamed uncontrollably as her body became incredibly tense with anguish.  It felt as if liquid fire was coursing through her. She was becoming frantic for relief.  

The woman acted as if Nocturna hadnt said anything and continued to watch as she scrawled on the pages of her notebook. 

"I see that you arent tolerating that very well.  Can you tell me where you are hurting? Please tell me so that I can help you and others."

Nocturna's body continued to resist against the restraints that held her. It was too much. She was left unable to speak.   She glared at the woman helplessly. Finally catching her breath.  Her breathing was labored, but at last she was able to force herself to tolerate it.  She had a defeated expression on her face, it had finally broken her.   "I hurt everywhere." She managed to choke out. 

The woman walked towards her.and stood before Nocturna, their eyes were at the same level.  

"It will. But look, you did it. You were able to harness the pain instead of allowing the inner monster to devour you. Now that you can breathe, please tell me, what did you experience? Please tell me how you felt from your head to your feet."

Nocturna winced, inhaling deeply and slowly began to speak.

"At first, I felt intense burning where I was stuck.   I could feel it spreading to my chest and my heart. The searing pain then spread throughout my entire body.   Like I was being internally slashed.  Then, I couldnt breathe. I thought I was going to die. "

Nocturna groaned as she steadied herself again.   The room was blurry.   She had trouble making out the woman in front of her. 

"I... I can't see!"  

She cried out as the loss of vision was enough to disoriente her enough to take away her focus.. Nocturna frantically looked around the room to no avail.   The woman spoke again.

"Nocturna", she crooned.

"Work with me here, can you breathe with me?" 

Nocturna grimaced with a nod, steadying herself despite being unable to see.   The woman sat in front of her.

"I know you are scared and in pain beyond one can imagine. But try to remember that it is temporary.   While there is no antidote, it will pass.  

Nocturna spoke through gritted teeth.

"I......KNOW...THAT!  But... when!?"

The woman sighed.

"I don't know, but last time we used a lower dose and it took 5 hours to regain clairity. Prior to that it took 4. Given that information, my guess is that it will take 6."

She pulled a lever and then walked around behind Nocturna.   She pulled down against the structure that supported her so that Nocturna lay flat. The woman then moved her chair and sat next to Nocturna's head.

"I can tell you this. While I cannot tell you how long it will last, I can tell you that you wont be alone.  I will stay here with you.   She took a glass of water and offered it to Nocturna.  

"Here.   Drink, it is only water."

Nocturna slowly drank the liquid and then closed her eyes, exhausted from her turmoil, her chest heaved with every breath. 

"Yes, that's right, try to rest. If you are resting, it may not be quite as painful."

Nocturna looked about the room in a state of delirium.  Everything was blurry, too blurry to form any shapes. She shivered softly.   "I'm.....c-cold....."  

The woman covered Nocturna with a warm blanket and softly massaged the sides of her head. 

"There.... you will warm up in time. I suggest you keep your eyes closed.   It may help with the disorientation.  Your sight will come back as this passes.  Why not try and sleep.  I promise I will not leave.  I'll be here when you wake up."

Nocturna closed her eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep, finally fully relaxing under the woman's touch.