#desmond💘

[moremysteriesthantragedies]

We are absolutely am looking foreword to reading it, dear. /p

I think I'm going to try something a little different.

It dawned on me I haven't touched my WIP since...well, since I last posted a preview of it.

And I think I know why. I think, by withholding it, I'm allowing myself the freedom of not working on it due to the fact nobody KNOWS that I'm not working on it.

So even though the desire to work on it is there, I wind up trapping myself. "Nobody cares, it's not like they're going to see it anyways." is a recurring thought.

So I'm going to try something new. I'm going to start fresh on my WIP, once again, and this time...

I'm going to upload every single chapter, as it is finished, to Tumblr. I think doing so will keep me accountable, keep me motivated, because then people will KNOW when I'm not working on it, they'll know when I am, and I'll get that ever-critical interaction and feedback, allowing me to keep myself motivated and persevering through the doubt.

So keep an eye out folks. Tylvinian Tales: The Wolf's Den, Chapter One, Draft Four, is coming very soon.

@moremysteriesthantragedies @sparrowcraft @thetruearchmagos @snakelovingnerd @that-one-enby-onyx @a-scaly-troublemaker @leisoree @amerylise @the-chaotic-writer

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Ayesha Liveblogs Spy x Family S1

"Proof that the foreign minister wears a toupée. I even have the negatives." "Well done. Now we can force him to resign." How could this possibly be enough to force a resignation? Is wearing a toupée a sign of dishonesty or shame in this cultural context??

"In an era in which the nations of the world were waging a fierce war of information just out of sight, this man survived the battlefield by being a master of disguise." Ooooh is this a historical anime? How fun!

Update from 1 minute later: The newspaper confirms this as a Cold War-era story!! Colour me intrigued

"Farewell. May you find happiness." What a polite end to such a callous breakup LMAO

Why does Donovan Desmond look so incredibly haunted LOL

"In order to achieve this [spy mission] you will get married and have a child." Ah, there we are with the premise!

Of all the spy strengths they've displayed thus far, I am most impressed with this blond man's ability to pull a newspaper apart without bending it. You must need to generate a lot of force:

"Yeah, sure. Take whichever one you want." This is about the average regard for orphans in Shonen Anime Societies

"This little girl happened to be a telepath." She's a WHAT NOW? What a casual way to introduce this fact

Honestly the random facts about what Anya likes and the bursting into tears with unclear motivation seems very much a realistic parent and child experience

"I just don't understand this irrational behaviour." I love how quickly Loid Forger aka Twilight, International Spy, has been foiled by this tiny, psychic child

Loid is approaching parenthood very casually so far. Surely a spy (pretending to be a psychologist, even) can recognize the psychological impact of abandonment on a child

Fjlkjfljflf what kind of society allows Loid to barricade his six (or maybe four) year-old child inside their apartment unsupervised all day LMAOOO

SCREAM not Anya immediately revealing their location from playing spy games. Also a very realistic problem to have

"Boss, I think we should just give up on the toupée." [Pulls out a gun and shoots him] "Transparency is essential in government. Toupées are a no-go." WHY ON EARTH ARE TOUPÉES THE ULTIMATE SPY PLOT DEVICE JFKJFJF

Love that the betrayal of the nation is SECOND to the toupée. They said: Wigs are for liars and cowards

"No one reached out their hand to save me. I felt alone, in despair, and so powerless all I could do was cry." We have unlocked Loid's parental instincts AND his tragic backstory in the span of 1 and a half minutes

"I'm a failure as a spy? No. My mistake was putting that little girl in danger to begin with. How could I forget? To create a world where children won't have to cry... That's why I became a spy." Alright Loid, colour me charmed:

Ahhhhhh I love Loid giving his enemy the chance to go back to his daughter instead of attacking him

Loid deciding to take Anya back with him despite all his misgivings bc he wants to give her a home 🥺💘 HE'S NICE

"Papa is a huge liar. But he's such a cool liar." Awww, Anya

I can see how being psychic and being able to hear every single child's confusion during a test would be distracting

"I... relaxed? What the hell is going on with me?" FATHERHOOD

"It is mandatory that the applicant attend with both parents. Absolutely no exceptions." For a society with such a cavalier approach to violence and orphans (at least where Loid goes), you'd think they'd be more accepting of single parents

Everyone's absolutely on Yor's ass for being a single 27-year-old. [Yor as Charlotte Lucas voice] I'm 27 years old. I have no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my brother—

"I have a client for you, Thorn Princess." Is Thorn Princess Yor's sleeper agent activation phrase? Her whole face darkened

Clearly Yor doesn't have the same violence-aversion as Loid:

Yor ready to fall in love with anyone who's nice to her. Mgkjgkg but same perhaps

"A spy...An assassin...? I'm... so excited!" [Narrator voiceover] "The little girl was straving for entertainment." The narrator's interjections are very funny

HAHAHAHA I love that they're both trying to fake date each other for very different reasons. Incredible, 10/10, love this

It's fun that Franky, spy gadget guy, is also now mission back-up

Also I take back everything I said about Loid's violence aversion

"I'll be sure to tell your brother that you came alone." Why is every woman that Yor works with (and, it seems, every woman with more than one line in this show thus far) seem to be so mean-spirited LOL

HFHLKHGLHGLGH Loid showing up to the party covered in blood and introducing himself as her husband when she needed a boyfriend. We love a spy who is terrible at his job

Loid managing to somehow make a really amazing impression on this party by being hot and defending Yor's past as a masseuse (murderer). GOOD FOR HIM

"The concussive recovery method is the latest in modern medical practices." Imagine going to your doctor for a prescription and having them kickbox you into submission LMAO

"Um, Loid-san, this may not be the best moment to ask, but why don't we get married?" SCREAMING AT YOR BEING THE ONE TO PROPOSE AND HOW KNOCKS THE WIND OUT OF LOID:

"No matter what hardships await us, let us be there for one another." [Explosions go off in the background] Colour me sold on this grenade-pin ring and spy-assassin romance

I love that they're going on a little family outing to prep for their interview

I can also understand how a political rally would be stressful for Anya

"I've completed countless missions, yet once again I find myself losing heart." Loid will eventually get used to his girls who are obssessed with nuts and knives 💞

All of them calling attention to themselves by helping an old lady deal with a purse snatcher ❣️ I love this family. I've only had the Forgers for two episodes but if anything happened to them I would [redact] everyone in this room and then myself

"I guess... receiving thanks every once in a while wouldn't hurt." "Papa is a softie." YEAH HE IS

"Papa and Mama are flirting." "No we are not!" HEE HEE

"Anya, are you going to be okay in this crowd?" Dad Mode Activated

Ohhhhhhh Anya helping the cow through her fear. Baby!!!!

OHGHGLGHLKGH setting aside how they managed to have at least three outfits in that suitcase, I really want to know how the quick change is happening in the middle of this cobblestone pathway to the school

"Why are you getting irritated, Loid? She's not even your real wife." I love that whenever someone makes an out-of-pocket insult to Yor (her coworker calling her a whore, this dorm master critiquing her lack of cooking) Loid jumps in and he's like, HEY, THAT'S MY WIFE

"My Papa and Mama are both so much fun, and I love them very much. I want to be with them forever." I also want this family to stay together forever, Anya 💗

Both Yor and Loid ready to fight this jerk for making their daughter cry!! I love them

The hope that Loid has because of his new family. This is really fulfilling a deepseated psychological need that I had to watch an anime that's just about a nice man

"He might just be the best spy in Westalis, so don't worry too much." With all due respect, that doesn't say much for the other spies, considering how suspiciously Loid acts everywhere he goes

Yor genuinely considering murdering someone to get her daughter into school 💝 Parenting!

"I appreciate the attempt at consolation, my elegant boy." This is how I will be responding to all attempts for someone to comfort me from now on

Loid just carrying a party popper around in his pocket for when Anya gets in. I LOVE HEEEM

Loid can waste government resources on a little play mission for his family. As a treat

"He's requesting agents. As many as possible," incredible how Loid immediately folds to his daughter's request to be attacked by enemies LMAOOO

HAHAHAHA Loid telling them in morse code it's an imperative part of Operation Strix, which is technically true, but not at all for any reason they would think

The way they're all like, "I will JUMP at the chance to attack Loid, been waiting my whole life for this," is also really fun

I was waiting for the spy costume. I am so glad it is a plot point

I can't decide what I enjoy more, Loid's blush over having to put on the costume mask, or the way the other spies are fangirling over him

Loid getting his butt kicked by Yor in this drunk roleplay does make me wonder if we're going to see that her assassination missions run contrary to his goals of peacekeeping

"I've come to save you, Princess Anya." "Papa!" "Wait, I'm supposed to be your dad in this?" AWWWW ANYA JUST WANTED TO HER DAD TO ACT OUT SAVING HER

In fairness to Anya's fear of kidnapping, she has been kidnapped before!

"Though, you're usually on the ball, so [discussing Operation Strix Phase 2] may not be necessary." "Well... I may actually be off my game lately." At least Loid's willing to own up to it LMAOOO

Firstly, what happened just now was definitely an attempted [redacted] crime, which is hideously uncalled for, what the fuck. But secondly: I love Yor and Anya bonding time

"I know it's really dangerous to be an Eden student now. But it won't be as scary if I train. I can do my best at school without dying!" I do love the idea of teaching this tiny child fighting techniques, but my god, what a thing to say

"Even if I can't be like a normal mother, I'm going to do everything I can for her." YOOOOOOOOOOOOR I love you

"She's already realized how amazing I am and fallen for me." Incredible confidence from Damian Desmond, Very Rich Six-Year-Old LMAO

"Mama, you liar. Smiling didn't help at all." I am very entertained by Anya's psychic child conflict management

Ffjhfkhfk I really do love the way that Anya tries her best to do things in a way that her parents would most approve of. Smiling first, trying to not get in trouble in front of the teacher when she punches Damian, claiming defence of a friend. She's a good kid!

What will Loid, who is not actually a psychologist, be doing during the day while Anya goes to school and his wife does her work. I hope it involves costumes

Update from 1 minute later: At the very least, it involves stalking elementary students from a rooftop

Update from 4 minutes later: IT DID INVOLVE COSTUMES!

Also. Also. How the hell would Loid's plan work if his daughter was NOT psychic. Like yeah yeah yeah, she knows she's supposed to be a good student. But it doesn't seem like he's explicitly told her out loud to be friends with Damian. So is he just hoping for her organic success? It's a good thing his baby knows exactly what he's thinking LMAO

I love that Becky has decided to be Anya's no. 1 supporter. She needs a friend!!

"Why do I find it so hard to speak when she's in front of me?" In a very expected turn of events, lil Damian has a crush:

"Plan B is done for." You are wrong Loid! Plan Befriend has simply turned to Plan Boy Has a Crush on Your Daughter

This at-home tutoring really resonates with my experience of being the child of Asian parents with high expectations when it comes to their children's innate talent for math

"No, Yor. You're not a stranger, nor part of someone else's family. Right now, you're the mother of the Forgers. I'm counting on you to provide whatever I'm lacking." AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I love the Forgers

I loveeee this parenting discussion around positive reinforcement

"I wonder what it'd feel like to have a real family," said Loid, tits deep in a family and fatherhood

"My sister got married?" I was waiting for this ball to drop. Can't wait!

NOT BABY BROTHER YURI BEING EMPLOYED BY THE TORTURE DEPARTMENT OF THE GOVERNMENT OMG

"[Twilight] is the villain who is trying to make this world fall into chaos. You could call him my natural enemy." NOT BABY BROTHER YURI ANNOUNCING HIS INTENTIONS TO MERC HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW WHO HE'S ABOUT TO MEET AT DINNER:

I gotta say, despite them introing with assassinations, I do feel like Yuri represents a drastic tone shift for this show

"Yuri... I mean, my younger brother is coming here today! [Loid's voice raises several octaves] "Today?" The voice crack was funny. Back to family shenanigans

As a sister. I AM SICK OF THE SISTER COMPLEX JOKES. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, BABY BROTHER YURI, ANIME AS A GENRE, AND WHATEVER JAPANESE SOCIETAL NORM THAT ALLOWS THIS TO BE A CONSTANT IN SO MANY DIFFERENT STORIES?

"What could my sister possibly like about this guy?! Just because he can cook a little, and he's handsome, and tall, and considerate, and a doctor," It sounds like Yuri is talking himself into having a crush on Loid????

Wow, Loid has made Yuri as an intelligence agent within like, mere minutes of meeting him. Maybe Loid is a great spy!

Ahhhh, so the reason Yor took up killing as a job was to put her little brother through school. How honourable!

"Kiss here and now." I can't decide if this is terrible or fun. Maybe both. My money is on Anya interrupting to see her Uncle

I do appreciate that Yor has never been kissed! It makes sense, given her murder job, and I feel like we don't often get 20somethings without prior entanglements

HDJHDKJDHDHD this is so unhinged and weird. Jesus. Yuri Briar puts the B in Behnchod

"Loid Forger. You may lay claim to my sister's lips for now." WHAT A THING TO SAY

"So, let's do everything we can to make sure Yor is happy." Loid is THE Husband. There are no other husbands, just him!

"Children are so curiously observant at times," said Loid, about his daughter who is literally telepathic

"It's a terrible idea to date a woman while deceiving her," said Loid, as if that has not been the premise of his ENTIRE romantic history thus far

I think Loid is starting to develop (romantic) feelings:

You know, I haven't really commented on the horn cap thing, but I do wonder if they are to do with Anya's powers rather than just a fun little design thing

I need you to see what I'm looking at when they tell me this is Bill Watkins, Age Six:

I do like all the montages of how all of these children (and Bill Watkins, Deeply Suspicious Age Six) were preparing for this dodgeball tournament

SCREAM THE CUT TO THE DRAGON BALL Z NAMEK BACKGROUND

Damian taking the dodgeball bullet for Anya. Love u little guy

Calling it right now, with all this lead-up, I don't think Anya's throw is going to work out the way she wants

Update from a few seconds later: Yep, that was correct!

Gnjghkgjhgkjhg Loid loves Anya too much to be strict with her so he is engaging in quite a permissive parenting style

ANYA TRYING TO SAVE THE LITTLE BOY FROM DROWNING WHEN SHE'S JUST A LITTLE GIRL HERSELF. SWEETEST BABY ALIVE

DAD'S HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ANYA EARNING HER FIRST STELLA! YEAH BABYGIRL

I like how they do a count of her Stellas (merit points which lead to the Imperial Scholar Society of Parent War Instigation) and Tonitrus Bolts (demerit points which lead to expulsion) whenever Anya gets closer to her goal

Also, bonkers that getting a Stella doesn't cancel out your Bolt? It's like, forgive, but never forget

Fhkhfkjfhfkjh Anya deciding she'll only respond to Starlight Anya. Very Six-Year-Old Behaviour

"Do you really think we go to some third-rate school that would hand out a Stella by mistake?" Damian continuing his chivalry streak

1) Extremely rude of the people to treat the dogs that way and 2) Does that big white dog's flash to the Forger family mean that we have unlocked a psychic puppy subplot?

I have been thinking since Damian was introduced that he and Anya are paralleling the Syaroan and Sakura Archetypes, but there is no greater Cardcaptor Sakura parallel than the fact this episode is called Penguin Park

"Please wait, Papa, who is a good and normal person." 10/10 spy deception Anya, no notes

Gghkhgkghkg Loid being yelled at by his Spy Juice Lady for not prioritizing this other mission. How does no one overhear this!!

"Mama, I'm being kidnapped," said Anya, as if she did not latch onto this spy herself to help out her dad's Penguin Mission

It's incredible how many of Loid's problems are solved just by him being hot:

Awwwwww I'm glad they did some actual family time after the Aquarium mission. Also I love how embarrassed Loid is every time has to do something silly, like pretending to be a Penguin Plushy for his kid, but how he'll immediately do it, even in public. Best dad!!

"Being both a Papa and an agent... must be tough balancing the two." Real and true, spy chauffeur

I love how they do parallel plots between family stuff and spy stuff. Anya looking for a puppy... Dad looking for bomb dogs!

They are in fact explaining the psychic puppy subplot

"It is far too early for Anya-san to get married!" Yor, I would like to study the way your mind works (also mom's here!!!!!!!!!!!!)

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH EXTREMELY TRAUMATIZING FOR ANYA TO HAVE TO WATCH HER DAD'S IMMINENT DEATH BY EXPLOSION THROUGH DOG-O-VISION

That was an incredibly morose diatribe from The Handler, who is the only spy other than Loid to get a title/name

How is this baby supposed to disarm a bomb?!?!?!??

Ahhhh, by leaving a ketchup message for her dad on the door that says "NO! (Drawing of Bomb)" Of course! We love a girl who knows how to improvise

Dad has got back in the danger zone to stop the last of the Foreign Affairs Minister's terrorist threats, fair enough! I really hope they don't make him [redacted violence involving animal]

OH THANK GOD THEY HAD HIM ATTACK THE VEST AND NOT THE DOG—I WAS PRETTY CONFIDENT THEY WOULDN'T DO THAT TO LOID, BUT YOU NEVER KNOW WITH ANIME

From Yor's perspective, Loid has been in the bathroom for two full episodes

Yor kicking Keith the Radicalized Student Terrorist's car off the road after he has been discovered by Anya and foiled by Loid. We love a team effort!

"How many times must I tell you not to run off alone because it's dangerous?!" [Tearfully] "I'm sowwy." Awwww a very reasonable worry for your daughter who keeps running into every spy mission she possibly can

"I also had a daughter about her age." The Handler's tragic backstory unlocked?!

"Be prepared to take care of him until the end. I may have no right to say those words." Loid's dog care advice has accidentally turned into existential dread about adopting a child for the sake of a peacekeeping mission

Awwwwwww Yor taking cooking classes from her workplace enemy to be a better cook for her family

"Camilla-san has always been a nice person," said Yor, about the woman who called her a whore in front of a room full of people and tried to scald her with hot food on like Episode 2

"The more I savour each bite, the more I see my life flash before my eyes." Say what you will about Weird Brother Yuri, he is supportive

Admittedly this cooking lesson episode has made me like Camilla

HAHAHAHA the "They are whispering" caption so the viewer can understand why no one's reacting to the yelling about spy intel on Scruffy's potential lover

Awwwwwww Loid opting out of the family outing to comfort his little scruffy friend, who I have just re-learned is named Franky

LMAOOOOO at them just having Henderson-sensei do literally all of the classes. Top-tier writing

The Handler now has unlocked TWO new names, which are Sylvia Sherwood and Fullmetal Lady

"On the one day each month that Mister Moon goes away, Anya's power to read minds goes away too." Oooooh new psychic baby lore unlocked

Even though I don't care for Weird Brother Yuri, it is nice that Anya has someone outside of her parents to rely on for tutoring

Loid covering for Incompetent Spy Daybreak jkhfkhfkjhf

I love that Loid broke into the school, not to boost his daughter's grades, but rather to check that she didn't fail and leave it that way, and then reverse cheat (as in, undo someone's wrongdoing) to make sure two other students got their earned grades. What a man!

Ffljlfjjflkj Becky objectifying Anya's dad. I know they're six, but it's not a trope I love

"I was trying to report the cigarette I found, then he punched me." I know this is a scheme but what kind of society has SIX-YEAR-OLDS plausibly smoking???

"Second Son wouldn't do that! Anya was watching." Heck yeah Anya standing up for Damian (even though her Damian motives are decidedly ulterior LOL)

"Don't try to drag me into these adult matters in the first place!" An incredibly reasonable request from Damian

Gdljljggjglkj I love these kids telling Glooman 'Actually, the biggest problem is you have a bad personality' True and real and cutting

"Don't worry. The West is a safe place." ANYAAAA. Something something children and their ability to see people outside of the confines of politics

"There's saltwater pouring out of my eyes." The implication that George has not cried once in his six years of life LMAOOOO

Genuinely heartwarming to see all these kids singing for George and giving away their favourite school items for his sake (also I bet you $5 he doesn't actually have to quit this school)

Update from two minutes later: I was correct lol

I've been thinking about this since the hospital volunteering, but it is kind of a flaw in Loid's spy tactics to choose a public-facing job, because at any point someone could just walk into the hospital and realize he doesn't work there kjhgkjhgg like he should've just been some sort of private practice

Loid running home to "check on what Yor was doing at the school" but actually using it as an excuse to ask her on a lunch date <3

As if the show could psychically tell that I was wondering about it, they are now forcing Loid into a "Take Your Kid to Work Day" situation lmaooo

"[Loid] became an important part of our team as soon as he transferred in." How is Loid an important part of the staff if he's constantly out of hospital doing spy stuff??? How is he even capable of giving psychological care???

"To go with the rest of the facade, a number of my coworkers have also inflitrated this hospital." Ah, perhaps the fact he has a research position and other spies in the hospital is enough to cover his absences and maybe make him have fake patients

Honestly, it's a wonder Anya hasn't run into more problems in the spy realm recently other than getting stuck in a secret passage

HHGKJHGKJHGKJGH Loid taking Anya's improvised sandbox of toys as a sign of deep psychological distress

"He golfs at his workplace and creates shady channels." In every class there is one child who has the most chaotic possible interpretation of their parents' job (the kid who says their parent stabs people for money when really their parent is a tattoo artist) and Anya has decided to be that student

"But if Mrs. Forger just happened to retire, that position would have to be filled, would it not?" Why is Fiona so comically evil about getting to fake marry Loid

"But... this woman doesn't seem to have any flaws in her appearance." Even Father-snatcher Fiona Frost thinks Yor is hot

"To think the great Twilight is stuck playing house.. It's a disservice to the world." Loid said: Fuck you Fiona, I like playing house!

This silent spy standoff has certainly taken a turn:

I actually kind of love that Loid is faced with someone else who has feelings for him, because I KNOW for certain he will choose Yor, and I think that's good for Yor to see

"You're already working hard enough, Yor. That's why Anya is so fond of you. I couldn't ask you to do anything more." HE LOVES HERRRRR

I really resonate with Yor's Girls Who Are Bad At Stuff representation kjhgkgjh

"Agent Penguin suffered honourable injuries in battle." Loid sewing up his daughter's penguin stuffy and making up a backstory for their dog chewing him up ❤️ I love hiiiim

I appreciate that Fiona confirms from someone who knew him before Loid has been changed by love (for Yor and Anya)

NOT THE DOUBLE FAKE TENNIS COUPLE NAMES BEING TWAIN AND NAFALIA PHONY

Though, now that I think of it, I guess Loid's given last name is Forger, so really this is a pattern of very silly names

"We've been developing a new doping agent called OSO-R along with the government in preparation for the upcoming East-West Sports Exhibition." Every so often they dip back into the crime world, and today it's sports doping

"I wonder what her relationship with Loid is." Yor babygirl, you do not need to worry about her, Loid is fully Team Yor

I love this little look into all the different things that come up in an infiltration (having to be very good at specific things like tennis, dealing with potential poisons, compensating for traps)

"You're still young, and you're clearly talented. From now on, hone your craft properly. I'm sure you'll become an amazing player." "Twain, I'll really do my best from now on!" Aside from being an incredible professional tennis player, Loid's talents also include reforming his opponents into better people:

Fhfhfkjhfkfjhf Loid every time Fiona comes near Yor: Hey, please leave my wife alone

"Come at me with everything you've got." "Uh, don't, Fiona." Loid knows Yor has enough physical might to beat a hundred tennis players

Yor wanting Loid to praise her for winning the match 🥺❤️

Loid taking Yor on a reassurance date to let her know she's still #1

"Wait, does Yor have romantic feelings for me?!" TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH, BUT YOU GOT THERE, LOID

NOT LOID IMMEDIATELY SWITCHING TO PLAN HONEY TRAP AND YOR ACCIDENTALLY KICKING SOME SENSE TO HIM

"I can't let my guard down like that. Somehow, being with Yor throws me off." Loid, you stupid man, who can't see that him AND his wife have feelings for each other

"I would love for you to continue being Anya's mother. And to continue in the role of my wife." This is the most honest thing Loid has said in hours

Anya getting Becky a keychain because she didn't think she was allowed to get one for herself!! Sweet girl

What kind of father has ZERO time to interact with his son LMAO (Donovan Desmond, apparently)

"Anya's a little scared because she's not sure if Papa loves her or not. He always gets mad at me. But I believe in him because I love him." ANYAAAAAAAAAA

Papa Desmond and his truly haunting eyes finally make an on-screen appearance and meeting with Loid:

"Even the child that shares your blood is a stranger." Is this a general view from Donovan on his parent-child relationships or is this a shot at Loid for not being Anya's biological father?

"People will never be able to understand each other." What a thing to say about your six-year-old, who is standing right in front of you with his friends

"What's truly important is to continue walking them despite [not understanding each other]. I decided that I would accept her regardless, and I try to find every opportunity I can to talk to her." Loid laying spy ground work on top of challenging Donovan to be a better father. We love a man who can multitask

"I'm pretty sure she doesn't actually dislike you. It'd make me happy if you could be friends with her." "Well, I want to, too..." Gjhgjhgjhfjlfj Loid is also working on Operation Playdate

This has been a pretty delightful show so far. Spy x Family proving to everyone you can fight people AND be nice!!!!

[demigoddessqueens]

Master List 10

Tieflings 💕

Types of hugs

SFW REQUESTS/WRITING

Dragon Age - a fainting Hawke //

House of the Dragon/Game of Thrones - aemond + touch/massage prompt //

Delicious in Dungeon 🍱/Dungeon Meshi 🥘 - soft Laios headcanons //

Fallout - ghoul meme // i REALLY like him //

Ultraman rising - kenji sato fluff //

Dune - nsfw & romance // incorrect quotes //

Monkey Man - “Whispered Corners” fic //

The Arcana ✨- waking up with the main 6 // pirate Julian - heartbreak // massage headcanons // julian birthday headcanons //

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss - taking care of you // Lucifer SFW Alphabet // valentines 💘 with Lucifer // Lucifer + s/o with depression // massage headcanons //

Marvel

Spiderman 2099/Miguel O’Hara - massage headcanons

Critical Role 🎲

Vox Machina - special rock // poison?! // Vax 💔 oneshot // feeble mind spell // Percy rescues kidnapped reader // time ⏰ traveler reader // sit in my lap?// Vax + pregnant!reader //

Music 🎶 - Lunch ft the girls //

Dark Au - Orin!reader

Mighty Nein - Beau + sibling!reader // Mollymauk w/ reader // Caleb song angst // fjord song oneshot //

Crown Keepers -

Bell’s Hells - the “I love you” prompt //

Castlevania 🌙- massage headcanons // surprise kiss Dracula // do’s and dont’s - Alucard, Isaac //

Castlevania Nocturne 🌙 🦇 - massage headcanons // richter + pregnant!reader // shy kisses // “from bottom of your heart” + bg3

Assassin’s Creed - being Aveline’s sibling // shay for valentines 💘 // stealing Haytham’s coat // love languages // Basim + reader // Ezio + artist!reader // Haytham and Shay + former!Assassin // friends to lovers w/ Ezio // massage headcanons // shay + reader // Basim angst // Basim + fluff // Hytham in love // protective of pregnant!reader // Ezio modern au // basim angst oneshot // Connor with Latina!reader // Ezio birthday 🎂 headcanons // local hawk population //

Codexmonthly - February “ship” —> Shay story // Edward 🏴‍☠️ story // Altair & Maria //

March “artefact”

April “vault”

May “modern”

Mermay 🌊🧜‍♂️ - mermaid!Desmond //

“Shadows” prompt

June “mentor”

Baldur’s Gate - astarion + drunk!tav/reader // Halsin and letters // smile from your heart // sick 🤒 TLC headcanons // massage headcanons // interlink pinkies // astarion & his opposite // deep kisses // forehead kiss // secret 🤫 dating Astarion // how lucky to be with you //

Bat 🦇 Astarion Week - day 1 // day 2 // day3 // day 4 // day 5 //

Blood of Zeus ⚡️ - massage headcanons // musical mortal // Ares and handsy lover // Dad Apollo ☀️// Hermes being a dad //

Genshin Impact - neuvillette massage //

Star ⭐️ Wars 💫 - sequel quad + saving sibling // sibling with depression // nightmare headcanons // coming out non-binary //

The Bad Batch - crosshair headcanon //

NSFW REQUESTS/WRITING

Hazbin Hotel - Lucifer alphabet //

Challengers - art + patrick nsfw headcanons //

Critical 🎲 Role - service top + mighty 9 //

[moremysteriesthantragedies]

This sound quite intriguing. I can feel the tension here.

ALAS! I HAVE BEEN CHOSEN!!!!!

@sithbelle has chosen moi for a tag game.

I don't know how to enbed links properly so here's their post:

The rules are simple: Post a snippet with 7 lines and tag 7 other writers (if you can.)

You know we might not come back.” Taylor said softly, once they were out of earshot and Alice had knelt to tie her shoe. "Of course." "How can you promise that?" "I didn't promise to come back." Alice looked up, pulling the ends of her shoelaces tight to finish the knot. "I promised to try."

Context? We don't need context!!!

Okay, tagging time. This may be difficult, but I believe in myself.

@palbluedot @fishythewriter @moremysteriesthantragedies @wmlittlemore-is-writing @rehnwriter @junypr-camus AND @starbuds-and-rosedust

Tagging some New Friends today so a reminder: YOU ARE NOT REQUIRED TO PARTICIPATE!!! THIS IS A FUN GAME AND ITS COOL IF YOU DON'T WANT TO PLAY!!!!

anyways, have a lovely day friends :)

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💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

To start I'll just state how each RO feels about love at first sight and just romantic relationships in general. Then I'll list some traits that they find attractive.

Roxanne/Robbie: Ro definitely believes in lust at first sight, but love not so much. They want someone who can role with the punches. Someone who is dynamic enough to be on their level in the midst of the chaos and during their more relaxed moments. A little list: adventurous, confident, direct, genuine, and cheeky.

Joleen/Johnny: Jo, as freethinking as they are does not believe in love at first sight. Love and trust have to be earned. They need someone who is patient enough to move slow, someone willing to take the lead. A little list: loyal, perceptive, patient, curious, and fun loving.

Delphine/Desmond: De believes in something more than lust but not quite love at first sight. The feeling of just knowing that a person is going to be important later on. De is naturally nurturing and usually ends up taking care of others, so having a partner who is also willing to take care of them is really important. A little list: caring, freethinking, cute, humorous, and dynamic.

Rina/Ren: R doesn't believe in love at first sigh, because nothing ever comes that easy. R needs someone who can bring them out of there shell, and also get cozy inside of it. They want someone who understands their priorities and boundaries, and is ready to work on incorporating romance into their life in a way that works for both of them. A little list: considerate, active, ambitious, sweet, and perceptive.

Everly/Everett: Eve does believe in love at first sight. They want someone who is just as ambitious in love as they are in life. Not that they've been thinking about love since they're so focused on the future. They need someone to bring the romance with no subtlety in sight. A little list: romantic, forward, witty, dreamy, and optimistic.

Karla: Karla doesn't believe in love at first sight but the place between, similar to how De feels. She is a very open person and while she doesn't have a strict type she does prefer people that are similar to her in some way. Someone easygoing and drama free. A little list: open, loveable, honest, captivating, and soft.

Faye: Faye really wants to believe in love at first sight, but with her luck in love she just isn't so sure. She tends to be overly accommodating due to her past, so she need someone who will help her realize that she doesn't have to please everyone. Someone that makes her feel secure enough to just focus on those who truly care about her. A little list: spontaneous, giving, self-assured, good-natured, and insightful.

Sebastien: Sebastien completely believes in love at first sight. He falls hard and he falls fast. Seb loves love and all the ups and downs that come with it. He may be impulsive, but he's also intuitive, always trusting his gut. So he feels that when he knows, he knows. A little list: passionate, perceptive, flexible, daring, and curious.

Maxine: Max doesn't believe in love at first sight. The idea of it seems nice and it's fine for movies, but it just isn't realistic. Max thinks that having a sturdy foundation of friendship is a better starting point for any relationship. A little list: fun loving, warm, reliable, innovative, and balanced.

Silas: Silas doesn't believe in love at first sight. He's seen friends get hurt by pursuing love and romance and he's not sure he wants to take a chance on love. He's not completely closed off, but he is picky when it come to his type. He needs someone that he can really connect with someone whos willing to wait and grow with him. A little list: charismatic, realistic, ambitious, mature, and persuasive.

[teecupangel]

Adding fuel to the fire of COD and AC crossover. Although you don't have modern warfare 1 and 2 reboot (that's okay) I hope you'll get the game soon but I guess stick to cut scenes in YouTube up to you. (I'm the OG anon who requested the Cod x AC, hi, how you been?)

https://youtu.be/g3GPMpevdRQ

That's the link of Phillip graves's betrayal. The detail that his name changes color of his status and same with General Shepherd in an another cut scene and it made me think of Desmond using eagle vision saw him changed color especially this is the moment Philip graves mentioned him as an assassin and the brotherhood in that and the 141 task force + Alejandro and Rudy learned about and you know spice up with angst. I believe Farah makes Desmond possibly go soft on her and treat her like a sister cause her strong personality reminds me of Claudia. I don't know what will be the first impression of Alex to Desmond (They might get along cos they are Americans lol). I want the task force be amazed (Desmond deserves all the positive attention at the dual his hidden blades, hidden gun, parkour and rope dart (Connor definitively knows how) and maybe sharing his wisdom *cough* bleeding effects *cough* of the views and tenants of the creed. Sorry for the long ask. Enjoy my heart emojis for you 💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💟❣️❤️‍🔥❤🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🤎🖤🩶🤍

All current AC x COD short fics/drabbles: the OG question that started it all together with 2 small drabbles, Desmond and the 141 ‘bonding’

(I’ve been great, nonny, thanks for asking. I did find a cheap mw one but all mwii are still not that cheap. Hahaha. Although, full confession: I watched the scenes with Ghost and Soap in it because they’re my favorite in the og mw so I did see Graves’ betrayal scene XD)

He'll definitely be like "I like this one" with Farah and Alex would be a bit jealous because he is kinda like Farah's yes man. If Desmond is ever going to have a 'recruit' in MW, it'll either be Ramirez and/or Farah. Alex and Desmond would probably be sus over one another because Alex is CIA and Desmond is pretending to be CIA XD

If you're wondering why I answered that first before Graves... weeeelllll...

So I have another confession to make. I had a plan for Graves and Shadow Company (and Shepherd) being Assassins in this fic and now that you asked, I have an excuse to write this scene XD

This will also answer a question from @twitcherpated :

does the 141 ping as blue to Desmond? Gold? Something else?

Have a little fic where I give Graves and Shadow Company more... uuuhhh... I wanna say 'deeper connection'?

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Desmond knew something was up even before they reached the barricade that had suddenly popped up at the entrance of Los Vaqueros’ base.

Desmond had his Eagle Vision activated the entire ride, more as a precaution than anything else. Alejandro, Soap, and Ghost were as blue as always with Ghost’s blue the most vibrant of them all.

He missed the blues of the rest of 141 and Ramirez’ but they had their own mission to take care of.

And Desmond had been consoling himself with the blues of Graves and Shadow Company.

It was nice…

Being surrounded by blues for once.

Especially by fellow Assassins like Shadow Company.

Which was why the sudden white of their forms just before they reached the gates immediately made Desmond wary.

Something was happening…

And the blues of Shadow Company was now being slowly smothered by the white like some kind of fading gradient.

Desmond followed his team as they got out of the car at the same time Graves and his men came out of theirs but he kept his hands on his ACR, just in case.

Desmond took a step forward to follow Alejandro but stopped when Ghost placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly. Desmond turned to look at Ghost who simply shook his head at him almost unnoticeably while Alejandro loudly asked, “What’s this?”

“This is the immediate future.” Graves answered calmly, his tone having lost all casualness he used to show to 141 and Alejandro, “Step away from the gate.”

“What?” Soap asked with furrowed brows.

“You’re crazy, this is my base.” Alejandro reminded them as he raised his arms briefly.

“It’s not a base. This is a sizeable facility and I admire it.” Graves glanced at Desmond as he announced, “So we’ll be using it as our bureau for this operation.”

Desmond froze at those words while Graves continued, turning his attention back to Alejandro and Soap, “You boys have been relieved. Thank you for your service.”

“No, no, no.” Alejandro immediately spoke with growing fury in his voice, “I don’t tak-”

“Desmond.” Graves cut Alejandro off as he turned to face Desmond, “It’s time for us to do what we’re meant to do, brother.”

Desmond’s eyes widened just as both Soap and Alejandro turned to stare at him.

“What does he mean by that, Desmond?” Soap asked, “Did you know about this?”

“Know about it? He’s part of it.” Graves answered for Desmond and Desmond could only watch in silence as Graves and the Shadow Company around him took off a part of their patch, removing part of the shades and the rook and revealing a black Assassin insignia underneath.

Desmond barely heard Graves’ next words, “He’s been part of it longer than any of us.”

All he could focus on was the words written below the insignia.

Agiamo nell’ombra per service la luce.

‘We work in the dark to serve the light.’

“What does he mean by that, Desmond?” Soap’s voice shook Desmond out of his stupor and he turned to stare at Soap.

“You’re with them?!” Alejandro shouted as he took a step away from Graves and pointed an accusing finger at Desmond.

“Does Shepherd know?” Soap asked as he took a step towards the car.

“Commander Shepherd sends his regards.” Graves answered and they all turned to face him once more. Graves stared at Desmond as he added, “And he told me to remind you…”

“Remember that you are a part of our Brotherhood.” Graves glanced at Soap as he stated, “Not theirs.”

Desmond tightened his grip on his ACR as he finally spoke, “I’m loyal to the Creed…”

“But I am not loyal to any master.” Desmond let go of his ACR and quickly pulled out his USP.45, making everyone raise their main weapon.

“Hold your fire!” Both Graves and Soap ordered when they both realized that Desmond had aimed his sidearm…

At his own temple.

“Desmond…”

“You talk too much, Graves.” Desmond took a step back as he used his left hand to show everyone his hidden blade, “You all know what this does, right?”

Desmond placed his left hand on the side of his neck as he said, “Before anyone gets the idea of shooting my hand off so I can’t fire my gun, all I need to do is twitch and I’ll pierce my own neck.”

“Desmond…” Soap called out as he kept his own gun aimed at Graves’ men.

“Desperate times, Soap.” Desmond said with an obviously fake cheerful tone before glaring at Graves, “So, Graves. Don’t talk, just listen.”

“Shepherd needs me.” Desmond stated, “That’s the only reason why you would go to all this trouble to blow my cover right here and now. You’re trying to turn 141 against me.”

Soap and Alejandro glanced at Desmond but kept quiet.

“Which means you need me to come to you willingly.” Desmond stared at Graves’ impressive poker face.

Then he glanced at the body posture of the men behind Graves.

“It’s Soma.” Desmond realized, “You need me to find Soma…”

Desmond glanced beyond the gates before continuing, “You’ve got confirmation that Soma is in there but you don’t know where. That’s why you need me.”

Graves was quiet for a moment before he stated, “No.”

Desmond frowned at that.

“We’ve retrieved Soma and it’s now en route to General Shepherd’s location.” Graves informed him, lips curving into that cocky smile of his that Desmond had actually liked, “You’re not the only one with Eagle Vision, Desmond.”

“Then why do you need-” Desmond stopped, eyes widening as he realized, “You need me to activate it.”

“Only your genes can activate Soma.” Graves answered with a nod, “According to our research, the power Soma holds can be used as targeted strikes but it needs an Anima to control the strikes.”

“You want me to use Soma to take down the Templars.” Desmond realized, eyes widening even further as he added, “To attack Abstergo facilities!”

“There are innocent people there!” Desmond shouted, “Not everyone in Abstergo are Templars, Graves!”

“And they killed children during the Great Purge!” Graves shouted back, “Do you think they were Assassins too, Desmond?! Do you think everyone the Templars killed during the Great Purge were Assassins?! Fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters…”

“The Templars did not give us mercy then, why should we show them mercy now?!” Graves asked as he kept his weapon lowered while taking a step toward Desmond. Alejandro, Soap, and Ghost pointed their guns at Graves but Graves kept his eyes on Desmond, “You weren’t there to see it! You were safe in William Miles’ little Farm!”

“But we…” Graves took a step back and raised his arms as he announced, “We are the shadows that were left behind by that genocide! We are the shadows that will avenge the dead!”

“And you’re the sun that will make us larger than we have ever been.” Graves announced as he offered his hand to Desmond, “This is it, Desmond. This is our time to turn the tide. No more staying in the shadows, no more hiding from Abstergo or the Templars.”

“With you as the Anima…” Graves’ eyes were clear but Desmond could hear the fanaticism in his voice, “We will burn the Templars to the ground once more.”

“Just like Ezio Auditore did in Cappadocia.”

Desmond took a step back as he said, “No.”

Desmond shook his head as he shouted, “No! Cappadocia was a mistake!”

“I won’t do it, Graves.” Desmond stated before staring at the men who all had different shades of blue and white right now behind Graves, “This isn’t our way. This isn’t how our Brotherhood should be.”

“The Brotherhood we have now, William Miles’ Brotherhood, is nothing more than a rat scurrying in the sewers on its own shit!” Graves argued before slowly taking out a white phone from his back pocket.

“What’s that, Graves?!” Soap shouted as he aimed at the phone.

“Relax. I’m making a call to someone Desmond would want to speak to.” Graves said calmly as he pressed the call button before showing the phone to all of them, “Shepherd told me you wouldn’t see reason. That you’re too soft.”

“I was stupid enough to think he’s wrong. That you would have Ezio Auditore’s courage instead.” Graves stated as he glared at Desmond.

“Don’t talk to me about Ezio. I know Ezio more than anyone in the world! He wouldn’t have approved of this!” Desmond shouted, trying to get the men behind Graves to see the truth.

“Ezio Auditore took Rome from Borgia rule by fire and blood.” Shepherd’s voice was heard from the phone and the phone’s screen changed to a video of Shepherd, “And we will take the world back from Abstergo’s control.”

“Shepherd.” Soap growled as he glared at the phone.

“Graves, take everyone in.” Shepherd ordered, “If our Anima does not wish to take his proper place for the sake of the Brotherhood then he will do it for the people he cares about.”

“If you think we’re just going to let you take us-”

“You will.” Shepherd cut Soap off as he said, “Desmond will make sure of it.”

“What?”

“Have you forgotten?” Shepherd asked calmly, “The two transfers in Shadow Company?”

Desmond froze as Shepherd stepped to the side, revealing…

“Shaun! Rebecca!” Desmond shouted as he saw the slumped figures of Shaun and Rebecca tied to the chairs.

“You saved the world once, Desmond.” Shepherd stated and stepped back to the frame of the video once more, “It’s time to save it once more, son.”

The video cut at that and Graves returned the phone to his back pocket. He aimed his gun at Alejandro calmly as he said, “You heard the commander, Desmond. It’s time to come home.”

A tense silence fell on all of them.

Until…

“Take cover!” Ghost ordered and they all reacted immediately, falling to their stomach just as one of the men behind Graves suddenly threw two smoke grenades.

“Left side, go!” Ghost ordered and all of them immediately rolled to the left just as they heard the sounds of gunshots erupting.

“Hold your fire! Find and secure Desmond!” Graves shouted from the smoke and everyone skidded downward. Ghost unpinned one of his grenades and threw it back to the road. One of Graves’ men grabbed it in midair and dropped it to the floor as they jumped off, skidding towards them.

“She’s with us!” Ghost shouted as Soap and Alejandro aimed their gun at the member of Shadow company, “Run! We’ll lose them in the buildings!”

Ghost took point as they all begin to run just as the grenade finally exploded, keeping Graves and his men preoccupied for a few precious seconds.

The Shadow company member with them threw their helmet off and took off their balaclava and Desmond blinked when he recognized the blonde hair and blue eyes.

“Galina!?” Desmond shouted.

“Hello, Desmond.” Galina nodded at him as they continued to run, using the same fake deep American accent he heard from Shadow 1-3. Her next words were spoken in her natural Russian accent, “William Miles told me to tell you if Graves and Shepherd did betray us...”

Galina smirked as she said, “You’re in command, Desmond.”

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I'm sorry, nonny. I know you wanted bamf! Desmond but this plot point has been on my mind ever since I thought of OG Shepherd knowing about POEs.

(The Italian translation of We work in the dark to serve the light is directly taken from the Italian subs of AC2. If I knew more Italian, I would have changed it to We work in the shadows to serve the light XD)

(At this point, I really should just make a full fic of this crossover XD)

[cononeillbreastingboobily]

a pic of my beautiful boy desmond !! he and i hope you’re doing ok and that things get easier soon <3

Hello Desmond!!! I love you!!!!! 🥹🥰😭🩷🩷💖💓💝💗💓💘💓💘

Thank you both so much 🩷🩷🩷

[moremysteriesthantragedies]

Oooo all this sounds wonderful. Awesome to see other's enjoying their work.

8, 23, 28 for the ao3 wrapped ask!

Thank you so much for the ask! <3

8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Wow my Ace Attorney/Narumitsu/WrightWorth brainrot is really reflected in the fact that I actually wrote 3 oneshots and one wip fic for this fandom LMAO! So yeah Phoenix Wright/MilesEdgeworth

23. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

Nope! I actually haven’t written collaboratively in a while. I also have not been a part of like, a group that then adds fics to a collaborative work collection on AO3 either.

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

I’m really happy with a lot of my works this year actually! I should probably make a masterlist of my faves for people to check out, but I think Merry Christmas, My Turnabout is my top favorite from my finished works.

[electricea]

@rubbarband sent - 💘 ( Positivity Meme - Accepting! )

Send💘and the mun will say something nice about your muse.

I think Desmond is fantastic - I love his interactions with Ryuji and I enjoy hearing about your ideas for him - like the lion tail and traits is a really unique and powerful quirk and it's fun to hear about what sort of a world Desmond comes from. I have the feeling that him and Ryuji will forge a tight brotherly bond and I can't wait to watch it play out. Can't wait to write and interact with you and Desmond both more.

[moremysteriesthantragedies]

To Sully a Wedding Dress

Masterlist | Next

Trigger Warnings for unreality/dream logic, violent imagery, blood/gore, symbolism connecting to rape/physical abuse, twisted womanhood, and internalized guilt around sensuality.

When Florence opened his eyes, he was greeted by nothing but dark. All around there was just darkness, unable to see the walls of the room, making it look endless.

Florence could feel his own body, in a loose sense, shivering from the chill circulating the spot in which he was standing. There was an underground ambience, similar to that of a basement, rumbling in his ears, making the sound of his own breathing sound quiet in comparison. He could hear it become a fog in the air, arms squeezing tightly around himself. 

Except, until there was the sudden flickering of a light, hanging right above Florence. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the sudden shift, making everything a dizzying blur for a moment or two, maybe more. The light took a while to turn on fully, flicking with sparks, before finally lighting. It had a weak, fluorescent white glow. 

In an instant, the hum went silent, and the room returned to a normal temperature. Florence’s ears were filled with the sound of his own breathing, irregular, quiet. His arms, pale and begging for sun, slowly fell down to his sides as he looked around.

Looking around, the light had barely made a dent in the dark, simply adding a gentle, light gray glow to the area around it. Though, it had at least made Florence confident that nothing was in here, batting the oddly elegant chain it was hanging from so it would swing around. Florence followed its glow, seeing nothing but black with the hint of a few grey objects here and there. 

Am I in…a storage closet? Florence wondered, thinking that was the only explanation for the seemingly random and wide range of objects present. Dressers, a bedframe, crates, and a few objects hung up on the wall, such as a mask and hat that kept giving Florence the chills. 

Florence’s eyes stopped, slowly creeping back to that object he’d seen in the dark. The mask, as still as stone, a fedora hung just above, which Florence assumed had covered its eyes as it stared out at him with only its lips and a nose. Except, the fedora wasn’t pushed forward enough, indicating that perhaps it had been a mannequin instead. 

Florence took a step forward, feeling something tickle along his ankles as he did so. His shoes made an unfamiliar, sharp click along the nondescript floor. The figure became more clear to him the closer he came, having too much muscle and mass to be a mannequin, feeling as if they towered over him despite only being 5 inches taller.

In front of him stood a man, around 6 feet tall with combed back, dark hair, a sharp nose, and uncomfortably attractive, well-kept bowtie lips. He dressed professionally, matching his mostly unmoving features. Florence wasn’t even certain if he could see him, wasn’t certain if he was alive in any capacity. Florence’s calloused though delicate hands rose, reaching for the man’s shoulders before pulling them back. Band-aids were wrapped around a few of Florence’s fingers, though he couldn’t remember anything up until this point.

The life-like doll looked just like…wait, was it just Florence’s imagination or had his head just moved? It did it again!

The doll’s head had shifted slowly down, implying an eyeline Florence could not see, hat overshadowing the top of his face. Florence followed where his head had tilted, looking down at himself for the first time since he had awoken. 

He had been placed in a white dress, perfectly feminine and modest, with all those cute frills and accenting bows. It had three layers of frills, the top, the middle, and bottom, with ruffled sleeves going all the way across his elbows. The design was far too elaborate to just be a dress for a casual affair, skirt billowing around his legs, and… 

...why were there…

...accents of…

...red?

Following the crimson seeping through the unprotected fabric, he recognized the dress in an instant. The holes on its sides made it unmistakable, carrying the liquid to lower heights. His Mary Jane shoes served as their final resting place, and, he could feel long hair still pulled into a fresh bun. His stomach metaphorically ripped itself out before being replaced in a reverted state.

Florence started rushing back, flailing in circles as he screamed like a banshee. His fingernails scraped along the smooth fabric, attempting to rip it off, or just rip it in general. 

"No, no, no. Get it off. GET IT OFF ME! No!"

Florence kept repeating this over and over again, wrestling with a skirt that would not undo itself from the whole. It became redder and redder by the minute, waist twinging as more blood fell down his legs. It was a miracle he didn’t trip over himself from the ferocity of his actions, limbs going every which way.

Florence was so preoccupied with this that he didn’t notice when the “doll” stepped out of his display area, standing beneath the light that Florence had wandered from. 

"Florence," A familiar, authoritative voice called and Florence froze.

Florence’s grip remained on his dress, eyes widening at the once dead, now alive man standing just in front of him. 

Listening to it, the voice was more static filled, and he was much grayer looking than Florence had remembered. He remained still, not breathing and yet, the life was evident in his face.

Florence could feel his own breathing slow, pupils dilating. 

"Why don't you just relax? After all, there's nothing to be upset about, is there," the man asked, voice coming out like rain. 

His mouth moved to speak and yet the words felt disconnected from the motion. They were always too slow, or too loud to fit into those subtle movements. 

Florence had calmed down enough to remember where his pocket knife would be stored, grabbing it out from the strap of his stocking and pointing it toward the mysterious stranger.

"That remains to be seen. Just what exactly are you? I know you're not Max. You might look like him but he...he's not like this!" he said, causing the man to laugh.

Yet, his laughs were humorless, lips refusing to move more than what was required for a light smirk or a smile.

"I've never seen you this angry before. You don't sound very certain either."

The man began to walk over, the collar of his pea coat waving behind him and making him blend in with the murky scenery. 

Florence put his hand up, about to tell the man to stop but...wait, what was he going to say? It was on the tip of his tongue yet, no matter how hard he tried to find the words, his mouth wouldn’t budge, just gapping. The only thing that filled his head was static. Quiet, crackling, soothing.

The man approached Florence, taking Florence’s hand and giving it a tender kiss before kneeling down in front of him. He smiled up at Florence who was just stuck staring into that eyeless void.

Florence’s heart began to pound once more when the man casually lifted up his skirt. However, Florence soon realized why as the man examined the scratch marks on his sides. And, also, that he’d worn pants underneath, though the man had to lower them some to see.

“Let me help you, dear,” he said, and Florence’s breathing slowed even more, sniffling.

“Okay.”

His eyes widened, unsure where that response came from when his head felt so fuzzy. His confusion only increased when the man attended to his wounds. 

The man’s touch felt...like silk. Translucent, soft silk, blowing gently in the wind and causing his canvas of skin to be cooled. But it wasn't an unpleasant coldness, warming up from Florence's own, balmy skin that’d become heated in his panic. 

It was as if this man, this thing was truly nothing more than a suggestable piece of fabric. The cloth would wrap around your body, so easily and so harmlessly moving with your joints. An outfit couldn’t hurt, so why not try it on, letting it squeeze tighter, and tighter, and tighter until all circulation was cut off? But, it was so soft, so smooth, that the closeness would feel like a blessing in disguise.

Florence's body froze at the sudden visuals and thoughts, only now realizing they had overcome him. As his vision cleared, he looked back at the man with a flutter of anxiety rising in his chest. The man hadn’t done anything, having successfully cleaned up the blood, and finishing up by applying bandages onto the cleaned cuts. But still. 

As the sensations came back to Florence's body, he realized his hands had gripped onto the man's shoulders, quickly pulling away. This was an action he soon regretted as he realized the squeeze had helped with the pain.

The man’s face or, what Florence could see of it, hadn't reacted to the touch. Florence slowly returned his hands when it seemed the man wouldn't notice. The band-aids showed some resistance against his coat, though they remained in place.

"You're being so brave," the man mused, in spite of Florence's actions.

Yet, even so, Florence supposed he had no reason to worry. The man had not moved to hurt him in all this time, and Florence's wounds were about to be mended, doing his best to ignore the sting. If the man had really wanted to do something, he would have struck when Florence was at his most vulnerable, most likely not even letting Florence know of his presence beforehand. Unless…he was enough of a sadist to…no. 

He shouldn’t think about those things right now. He was being fixed, that’s all that mattered. He couldn’t let the pain drive him crazy, fighting back the urge to grab onto his sides at their constant,  sharp pang. 

He stuck his head up, putting on a brave face and, eventually, it worked.

Once the man was finished, he returned Florence’s skirt to its place around his ankles, doing so carefully to make sure no parts of it remained hitched. Once it was all comfortably draped down, bloodstain remaining and bright against the milky palette, the man pulled away with a smile.

"Does it...still hurt," he asked, not pausing out of hesitation but in an unnervingly relaxed manner.

His voice made Florence feel that fuzziness again. Or, had the blood just had more of an effect on him than he initially thought?

"A-a little."

Florence, now with all his senses soon returning, slowly processed what had just happened. Then, his eyes took in the figure, a shadow all along the top of his face, remaining as peaceful as a windless night. Florence stumbled back. The sound of his steps weren’t as sharp as they once were, soaked beneath him. 

"It's quite alright, dear. You don't have to be afraid. That dress can't hurt you. After all, it's such a comfortable, soft fabric. Is it not?"

Florence gripped onto his skirt, only to find that the fabric had somehow become less coarse underneath his fingers. His eyes narrowed in understanding, muscles tensing.

"S-stop that!" Florence said, continuing to step back and the man made no attempts to follow him.

He just stood there with that smile of his, hands folding behind his back.

“I am merely stating the truth. You feel safe in that dress. You’re so wrapped up in all of its comfortable coils, covering you entirely as if it were a blanket. It’s kept you safe all this time, it even went so far as to be injured for your sake. So, what reason do you have to fear it?”

The man hugged onto himself as if to mime the sensation, hands making a graceful arc as his fingers thinly slid along his sleeves. 

Florence slowly came to a halt, arms wrapping around himself, and fingers beginning to play with the sleeves of his dress. It felt as if it was hugging his body more in a sort of warm embrace. The man took a gradual step forward. 

“It's a shame, isn't it? To sully a wedding dress, especially on purpose. I wonder what that says about your marriage to such a person?”

A couple more steps. 

"Tell me, do you still dream of marriage, Florence? Of your special day, with someone sweet, perhaps? Or, do you only see wedding bells in your nightmares nowadays?"

And a few more.

"I don't know what you're saying," Florence said, tears beginning to prick at his eyes.

Another step and he was right in front of Florence, leaning in to stare into Florence’s face. His eyes remained unseen, but Florence could just feel it. God, he really looked so much like him, the man waiting for Florence to finish inspecting his features before speaking.

"Do you ever dream of marrying me?"

Florence’s cheeks became heated. 

"W-what," Florence stared at him before shaking his head, "Of course not! I mean Max is...he's sweet, and lovely, and I care about him a lot. But I'll never put myself through that again. I know better than that now."

Florence brushed at his tears and the man tilted his head.

"Hmmm, that doesn't sound right, does it? And that again is awfully vague," he said, tapping his chin teasingly, "In truth, you dream about me quite often. Almost every night, when you do dream, that is. We do many things together. Surely it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to propose that one of those things might be a marriage?”

Florence’s hands gripped harder onto his sleeves, falling silent. The man’s smile faintly opened, standing up straight. 

“It's only natural, we see each other every day. And yet, you hide from that, you deny your dreams. All those little desires so wonderfully gift packaged in bottle-sized snippets for you to enjoy."

He tilted his head, smile widening and hand gesturing towards Florence.

"Did you think it'd never catch up to you, dear?" 

In response, Florence had just stared. He’d woken up with a start shortly after.

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Happy world building Wednesday. What lands, kingdoms, cities, dimensions, etc. are available in your work? Which are your favorites and why? - Desmond💘

MUAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA

YOU HAVE FALLEN INTO MY DEVIOUS TRAP!!! >:3

You may think, Simon, surely you will share more things from Captain of the Blue Opal? You know, the book six people are invested in, five of which know where you sleep at night?

To that I say nay. Today we shall speak of Paladin of Three, my second born child- I mean novel. The one I haven't been talking about yet.

The continent of Vestera has been splintered into pieces ever since the first rock floated down from the origin of it all. The sea sort of goes in one direction, like a really big river. How does this work scientifically??? Idk, its fantasy. There are dragons. Do you know dragons work? No? Suck it up and deal.

There are five distinct biomes, each of which has it unique advantages and disadvantages. At the beginning of the story, the world lis divided like this:

To the North, we have Echima- a land of ice and snow, factories and concrete. Cliche? Yes. They're the most technologically advanced, featuring steam engines and steam ships, early robots and whatnot. They're way behind us, meaning our reality, but they're fighting a handful of unarmed people with kitchen knives. Not the most efficient weapon, but legions better than nothing.

To the East, we have Quell. Named for its founder by the same name, Quell boasts the best sailors and the most powerful navy. Due to the way the sea flows, Vestera is consistently being worn away at; but only on one side. The resulting sediments find their way to Quell's beaches, where the water deposits them. Surprise, the sea flowing in one direction actually affects the climate and geography!!!! I'm a nerd, I know (got a 95 on my earth science regents).

To the South, we have Soulwood. The climate is fair, never too hot or too cold, through they do live in a swamp, meaning its quite humid. They're the magic folks, the scholars and wizards and whatnot. The entire area is full of magic, ancient trees and odd creatures.

To the West we have Ashing, a mountainous region broken up by the occasional valley. It is, purely geographically speaking, shrinking due to the one way ocean wearing away at their side of the continent. As a result of this, the entire west coast is a cliff, making trading via water nigh impossible. They live underneath the earth in caves, possessing the greatest network of tunnels and the best forge in Vestera.

Then, finally, we have Tenpertios, the central region, and the only one that can produce crops on a scale to feed the continent. Nicknamed the "Breadbasket of Vestera" this country is relied on quite heavily, though the royal family of Tenpertios has significantly less power than the other Lords. The reason why is plot-relevant history ;)

My book series is dimension traveling lesbians, so there's a lot of dimensions. I chose POT cause its the one I'm working on right now, but the one I'm most excited for is the third book, The Honest Traitors. Its a superhero novel but fruity. I genuinely had the most fun writing the plot for that one, ngl. But if I were to go into detail of every dimension in every book, we'd be here forever. And I don't have enough time, unfortunately :(

In Paladin of Three, my favorite is Soulwood. I must admit, I'm a sucker for magic swamps/forests.

Without getting too far into the weeds of economics, diplomatic relations and trading routes, Soulwood is an equal to Echima in physical power, despite the fact they are ideologically opposed and have different methods of maintaining that power. Quell is a trading hub, built on commerce and as a result, is very economically powerful. Ashing isn't as powerful outright, but they've got a chokehold on metals and semi-precious stones needed for both technology and spell components, on top of the precious metals for coins.

Tenpertios, despite being the main food source of the entire continent, is constantly undermined by the other countries, once again for plot relevant reasons.

Uhhhhhhh yeah hold on I should check if I actually answered the prompt or if I've strayed from the path given to me.

Yep, prompt answered. Cool. Yeah, here you go. Took me a while to write haha :)

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I enjoy that your favorites are exact opposites of each other in many ways. It must be fun to explore the differences in the governments, the cultures, and the people living there. Thank you for sharing, dear /p.

Happy world building Wednesday. What lands, kingdoms, cities, dimensions, etc. are available in your work? Which are your favorites and why? - Desmond💘

Thank you for the ask~!

There are six countries: Eikiria, Ferus, Dornum, Sen, Kanor, and Andronia.

Eikiria is entirely aquatic, made up of the oceanic and other water-based species of the world.

Ferus is most like the USA, but with stark differences in how it's run, and the dynamic between government and citizen.

Dornum is an oligarchy, ruled and run by a council, and the government there actively practices eugenics, much to the suffering of its citizens.

Sen and Kanor are "sister nations", sharing closely similar cultures, and with the longest-running alliance on Relan.

Andronia is known around the world as home of the most skilled craftsmen on the planet, and they're probably the wealthiest nation in the world, economically.

My favorites are Ferus and Dornum (let me explain!).

Ferus is a prosperous, but not exceedingly wealthy, country. They have enough for their needs and then some, but are still only the third (or fourth depending on definitions) wealthiest country on the planet. It's been through the wringer, with civil wars, nation-wide riots, and more, since it was founded. And yet, it perseveres. Each time the people turn on their government, rather than it becoming a war against their leaders, it becomes a war against those representing their leaders' interests. The leader of Ferus, historically, has always been willing to hear the people's demands and has, in most cases, found a peaceful solution. The few times they didn't... They were replaced. Violently. And without remorse. The citizens of Ferus know how they deserve to be treated, and refuse to stand for less. It's a nation of social prosperity, where fair treatment is the name of the game, and while there is still economic inequality, as well as a fair few others, no working citizen goes without the three most basic necessities: sustenance, clothing, shelter.

Ferus is my favorite of them all, because while it's governmentally sound, that doesn't mean it's perfect, and I adore exploring the delicate dance between "the government serves the people unwaveringly" and "there is still struggle and strife", because even with a subservient governing body acting in its people's best interests, it will never have perfect results.

And then there's Dornum. Dornum just...sweet christ...

Dornum is the second (or third depending on definition) most wealthy nation in the world. They are an oligarchy, where ones rarity of species determines social caste, with the ruling species (the Heavusi) determining the rules and classifications of what is rare. They put themselves atop the pecking order, and the council forces their beliefs on others through a potent mixture of law, force, social conditioning, and propaganda. The council even uses these tricks on their own people, dividing the Heavusi into classifications based on natural talents, using conditioning and propaganda to convince them they're never going to amount to more than their classification. Atop their list of social issues however are the hybrids, tribrids, and quabrids of Dornum. The Heavusi, physical amalgams of other species but genetically a singular genus, are obsessed with the idea that a pure-blood of ANY species, no matter how "low", is still more than a hybrid of any two species. And that hybrids, despite being beneath the social ladder, are still preferable to the, in the council's words, "abominations" that are Tribrids and Quabrids. They have entire organizations in place for culling tribrids and quabrids, and persecuting the parents of hybrids for bringing "impurity" to the nation. The reason Dornum is one of my two favorites is this: they are the most complex dynamic between government and citizen I have ever written. While Ferus is a matter of "do right by us or we'll get you", Dornum is a mixed bag of opinions. Many do believe the same as the Heavusian council. But most of them are in the upper castes, and do not see the actual events playing out in the lower rungs of society. Even other Heavusi are unaware. The council maintains the image that Dornum is a shining, prosperous, happy nation, and feeds that belief to its higher social circles, convincing them the bloodstains along the street are decorative paint designed to bring joy, that the bodies in the alleyways are only sleeping, and that the Bureau of Genetic Purity is a formality and nothing more. The lower castes, fully aware, believe the higher ups are mocking them, that everyone in Dornum knows the truth and the upper castes must be sadistic, and twisted, to walk their streets with smiles on their faces, laughing at the half-hidden corpses and going about their day. And yet the majority do nothing. Terrified of the Bureau and how they react to "treason". There's even a resistance, clouded in shadows, working to smuggle the most at-risk individuals out of the country. Some infiltrate the Bureau to work against it from the inside and to inform their co-conspirators, others directly smuggle people out of Dornum, and others still move away themselves to provide halfway housing and safe stops along the way for the refugees to take shelter in.

Dornum is one of my favorites because, as harsh and horrible a topic as must be covered to explain it, it's also far more complex than simply "Dornum no like mixed genetics". Dornum's Heavusian council forces their beliefs on the nation, half the nation is unaware, the other half is fighting back in the small, quiet ways they can, and undermining the council in secret, cloak-and-dagger work to protect those in danger. I love a complex scenario, and I haven't written one yet that comes close to the full depth of Dornum.

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spy x family ; episode 7 ☆ damian desmond

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💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight? For everyone please? Thanks!!

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship?

Amber looks for loyalty, patience, and humor. Believes love is work you have to choose to put in every day.

Jazz looks for energy and support. Believes in love at second sight, or rather believes in some kind of fate and the ability to listen to the universe or ignore it.

Desmond looks for compassion and kindness, a good heart even if it's buried. Believes in love at first sight. Falls in love with life every day.

Quinn looks for a curious mind and a soft hand. Believes in love that grows steadily over time. Believes that you can know someone is meant to be important to you upon first meeting, even if it's not necessarily romantic love.

Harrow looks for understanding and independence. Believes that love can be misplaced/confused. Believes that love at first sight should be examined, tried before it's true.

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Birthday Cake

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Trigger Warnings for unreality/dream logic, symbolic sex, discussion of internalized guilt towards sensuality, and brief hints of past, sexual abuse.

As Florence’s mind drifted off, he found himself in that dark space once more. Except, his surroundings were different this time around. He stood on a round platform, looking behind him to see it was the top of several layers and, therefore, the smallest. Dollops of icing framed the scene, the white icing bright against the pure black backdrop. 

Florence stood in a dress, a perfect replica of the one before though stiffer in appearance. White icing covered a battery frame, smoothed out into its delicate design of bows and lace. His hair was painted with a glossy sugar paste, up done like the flame of a candle as he stood with his head held high. The breasts of his dress were prominent, containing whipped plums with cherries on top.

“Florence?” a voice asked, causing him to turn to the space just in front of him. 

The man stood there, only a few paces from him on the dessert stage. He wore a tux made out of light, pink chunks that were beginning to drip down, exposing the skin below. He’d used it to slick back his hair, black turning more gray in hue beneath its surface. The man smiled and licked the syrup that dripped its way onto his lips, supple, and retaining some color from it.

“You look so beautiful, my dear. Might I show you just how beautiful?” the man asked, pushing his front foot forward.

His words called Florence closer, the two leaving footprints in the icing and their collective residue behind them. Florence had stepped out of his shoes, bare footed against the velvety surface, and the man mimicked this action. Their shoes were left in their original positions, moving to the center of the huge cake. 

Upon reaching it, the two met each other in a kiss. Florence’s heated skin combined with the chill of the man's as Florence began to taste the man’s sticky substance on his tongue. 

Then he could feel it on his skin, against his hair, and tickling his cheeks as it began to rain down from the nondescript sky. They paused from their kiss for a moment to look up, letting it flow down the slope of their noses and the curves of their lips. 

Florence’s body became as silky as the icing, easily pushing down within the latter as it became like liquid pudding beneath his feet and around his skin. The indent beneath him created a small pool, liquid ice cream filling up to his ankles and giving Florence’s feet something to splash in as he giggled to himself. 

The man grinned, faintly showing off his teeth as his arms wrapped around Florence’s middle. Florence’s eyelids lowered as the man shifted closer to speak against Florence’s lips.

“You are so adorable, my sweet.”

The two cascaded down so that the man could lay on top of Florence as they continued their kiss. Yet the act was not forceful, both having a perfectly soft place to fall.

Their forms left markings in the now moistened frosting, pliable enough to embrace the crumpling back of Florence’s dress. It was as if its non-existent zipper was becoming undone, the man’s hands running down its tender surface.

"You're so soft," he whispered as the ice cream seeped from his face to Florence's shoulders, "I want to be soft too."

The dress’ corrosion increased tenfold at the addition of the man’s melting, streams running down in rivets and bringing the frosting with it. The vanilla beneath was exposed, the man's knees becoming embedded in the softening batter.

Florence could feel his breath hitch, legs wiggling as they began to feel the open air beneath the fluffiness of the cake. More cream sunk into its crevices, the only thing the man had to do was lay there.

"Shhh," the man said, his reclining form sinking down, down, down.

Perhaps he only looked and sounded like Max, but those features became even clearer when their faces were this close together. Florence could feel the man’s breath, as fresh as recently rinsed fruit, against his cheeks, and he found his legs coming up to intertwine with the man’s. 

Florence wished he could somehow wrap the man in his cocoon of cake without disturbing its structure. The man’s form was so buttery it might just work, and Florence imagined it tasted just the same. 

Florence didn't fight it as his hands came up, stroking down the man's body to brush away the thawing cream that now covered them both. It stuck to Florence’s legs, though did not restrict them as it solidified in easy to chip chunks.

The man reciprocated, mouth sinking into the bits of cake remaining at the top of Florence’s legs. It coated the parts below, the cake’s spongy surface damping them gently. 

“Let me free you once and for all,” the man whispered against them, and in between swallows. 

The man’s elegant nose and sculpted lips still looked beautiful, even with the cake’s gooey contents covering his face. That mouth opened more and more, humming as Florence’s skirt broke open like a dam, gushing out its shimmering contents.

The man's legs, positioned on either side, pushed the halves apart before stumbling into the ravine. He fell skin first on top of Florence as both the remains of his dress and the man's suit framed them. The frosting certainly didn’t look like snow anymore. 

Florence couldn't hold back a sound as the man's touch felt as smooth as butter, Florence gripping onto his slick hair to bring him closer. They both were lubricated, bodies slipping and sliding together as their collective pairs of hands became soaked. 

When their lips touched, Florence was overcome by the taste of honey and strawberry, revealing the reason for why the man’s lips were so uncharacteristically pink. 

Florence moved to drain them of all their color, softly biting down on the polished surface of the man's bottom lip as their faces rubbed together. His lip’s flavorful juices shimmered in the glow from Florence’s hair, redder hues showing in the glossed up brown. 

Moldable form met moldable form, Florence keeping his hands gentle against the man's chest as he pressed down. The man's milky skin felt as if it might cave in if his brushes became too harsh, Florence’s own sugary chest sinking to greet it.

The man’s cold, smooth surface combined with Florence’s warm fluff as their bodies and lips met over and over again. The sensation of the man's body against Florence was just as sweet as his taste, and even more addictive. 

Everything began to mix together, from the crumbs and liquids on their bodies to the icing that was beginning to become ripped from its place.

“That’s it,” the man said, gliding against Florence’s eager hands, “Touch me however you please.”

A hole formed beneath them, and soon, as they melded down into it with the intensity of their thrusts, that blend was the only thing Florence could see. 

In the clouded darkness, Florence could feel the man's sly figure, sharp shoulders occasionally gaining some heft with the falling crumbs. They caught on the remaining, sticky traces present on both their outside edges, the fresher substance serving as the solvent between them to ensure there was no painful friction against their skin. 

Those groans were a familiar symphony echoing in Florence's ears, deepening as they were muffled by the makeshift ceiling of cake mix.

Yet, Florence brushed the crumbs off as his hands explored and groped the pliable parts of the man's body. The rich scent in the air strengthened as Florenced kneaded, taking his time exploring the plush texture. 

Florence's own sounds were not as familiar, ankles wrapping around the man's waist to pull him further into Florence's form.

"So soft," the man whispered in Florence's ear, speaking through breaths, "That man will never touch you again."

The man's mouth found those whipped cream breasts, Florence able to feel the juices of the cherries seeping out with the man's suckling. They brought with them the cherry’s vanilla coating and bright red food coloring, visible even in the dark.

"It feels so good to taste you like this..."

A shiver went down Florence's spine at the man's breath, the juices flowing down in watery bursts to match the man's rapid pace. Yet, the sensations paused when Florence let out a quiet whine.

"Would it make you feel better if you tasted me too?"

The man climbed Florence’s body, and the mixture completely became one as he wrapped his lower half around Florence's head.

Flinching awake, Florence smacked face first against an exposed chest, nose wrinkling in his shock. However, as sleep released him long enough for him to feel his limbs, he realized he was curled up against a nude figure, his bent legs snuggled into their thighs. Their skin was warmed by the blankets Florence could feel wrapped around him, their hands coming up from Florence’s lower back to rub his shoulders after stirring.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You don't have to be afraid," a voice whispered, a pair of soft lips pressing against Florence's forehead, "I'm right here."

“Max,” Florence breathed, head lulling onto his chest.

Florence's eyes soon fluttered closed, and then there was only that darkness and his warmth. Within it, Florence swore he heard a voice speaking softly.

“I’m proud of you, my dear.”

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