#god their sibling energy is delightful

[norvicfiddler]

There are people who hate this case (!) and meanwhile I'm over here laughing my gd ass off ...

[leclerc-s]

karma - part nine

a quick note before you read: this part serves as a bridge you could call it, to a spin-off that i'm planning to this story for ollie, which is why i randomly mention a new character. don't be alarmed, all will be answered soon. read: when i manage to get my shit together and stop procrastinating

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💞💞 poor baby is exhausted after a long day of naps on the plane mes amours 🥰

natalia leclerc added 5 people

natalia leclerc seeing as i ruined the sacredness of the other group chat, welcome my children + charles

logan sargeant-leclerc i have to say, that was the highlight of my week. charles leclerc easy for you to say, my blood pressure was at an all time high oscar piastri-leclerc no, it was freaking hilarious. 10/10 please do it again

ollie bearman-leclerc idc about anything else other than I'M GONNA BE A BROTHER!!

logan sargeant-leclerc aren't you already a brother? ollie bearman-leclerc shut up?? logan sargeant-leclerc i'm going to tell everyone you hate your siblings

oscar piastri-leclerc this is my hell

natalia leclerc excuse you, i'm a delight. charles leclerc you're grounded young man. that is no way to speak to your parents. oscar piastri-leclerc oh my god. ollie bearman-leclerc haha!

logan sargeant-leclerc that is such younger sibling energy.

ollie bearman-leclerc yeah, you would know all about that wouldn't you?

logan sargeant-leclerc i hope paul crashes into you. better yet, i hope kimi does it.

ollie bearman-leclerc MOM! DAD! LOGAN'S BULLYING ME!

logan sargeant-leclerc snitch

natalia leclerc next one to cause an argument doesn't get dessert at dinner.

charles leclerc at least one of us knows how to parent.

oscar piastri-leclerc wait, who's the fifth person nat added?

natalia leclerc whaattt?? i didn't add anyone else??

pato o'ward-leclerc hola cabrónes!!

logan sargeant-leclerc charles just got war flashbacks charles leclerc that's not funny logan. oscar piastri-leclerc yeah logan, he's clearly traumatized because of c*rlos

ollie bearman-leclerc why are we adding another sibling? is the one on the way not enough? do you not love me anymore? is that what this is?

natalia leclerc ollie, we still love you very much. ollie bearman-leclerc okay 😊

charles leclerc i wasn't aware we were adding more children?

oscar piastri at this rate we're going to be the next cheaper by the dozen

pato o'ward-leclerc you people are very strange.

pato o'ward-leclerc I LOVE IT!

ollie bearman-leclerc one man in insufferable orange was enough for me.

oscar piastri-leclerc IT'S PAPAYA! pato o'ward-leclerc IT'S PAPAYA! ollie bearman-leclerc IT'S A SHADE OF ORANGE YOU PRETENTIOUS FUCKS!

pato o'ward-leclerc wait, you're having a baby?! CONGRATS!

natalia leclerc aww, thank you pato 💙 charles leclerc thanks pato!

SPAIN 2024

pato o'ward-leclerc i can fight him?

ollie bearman-leclerc i will gladly help oscar piastri-leclerc i mean, sign me up. logan sargeant-leclerc i can help too natalia leclerc i'll lead the army

charles leclerc you will do no such thing.

natalia leclerc the day i let a man tell what to do is the day i kill myself

ollie bearman-leclerc you're pregnant? you could get hurt? pato o'ward-leclerc it comes from a place of love, not a place of patriarchy

natalia leclerc who said leading meant fighting?

charles leclerc NO ONE IS FIGHTING ANYONE!

oscar piastri-leclerc he's right, i'll just take him out with my car pato o'ward-leclerc and i'll go over him after with my car logan sargeant-leclerc and i'll finish him off with my tractor

ollie bearman-leclerc do you think rossi would help take him down?

pato o'ward-leclerc rossi? why would rossi be involved in this??

ollie bearman-leclerc at least one american needs to bring the guns. what's logan going to bring? the fish?

logan sargeant-leclerc i hate you. ollie bearman-leclerc no, you don't. logan sargeant-leclerc a little bit actually.

pato o'ward-leclerc rossi said he wants nothing to do with our 'stupid ass idea'

oscar piastri-leclerc well that's just rude. where's his papaya solidarity? pato o'ward-leclerc he said, 'no papaya solidarity until you win a race' oscar piastri-leclerc he's never won a race with mclaren?? pato o'ward-leclerc i still have more race wins then you nerd - rossi pato o'ward-leclerc i actually i added in the nerd part because i felt like it completed the sentence oscar piastri-leclerc i don't like him anymore

ollie bearman-leclerc added one person

benjamin santos-ruiz are we not going to talk about the thing? because what the fuck natalia?

max verstappen i agree what the fuck? ollie bearman-leclerc what thing are we talking about? i just wanted pato to not feel excluded sebastian vettel ??? oscar piastri-leclerc oh sebastian, you really need to get on twitter

jenson button i raised my child right. but also what the hell?

logan sargeant-leclerc HOW THE FUCK DID SHE KNOW THAT SHIT??

max verstappen there may or may not be a formula 1 nepo-babies group chat. and carlos may or may not have been in it before we (aurora) kicked him out. and he may or may not have said several times that he thought a driver's girlfriend was pretty, but we didn't know he did what he did or who the girlfriend of which driver it was.

natalia leclerc hey how y'all doing?

charles leclerc nice weather we're having aren't we?

santiago ruiz natalia alejandra leclerc!! charles marc hervé perceval leclerc!! max emilian verstappen!!

natalia leclerc i'm in danger...

charles leclerc i think i'm going to die...

max verstappen I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS ABOUT HER!! I WOULD'VE TOLD A TRUSTED ADULT!!

logan sargeant-leclerc now what trusted adult would you have told max?? max verstappen first of all, fuck you logan. second of all, i would've told seb duh daniel ricciardo whew thought you were about to say you would tell jos

sebastian vettel liam and oliver just gave me a presentation, as they called it, of the situation.

sebastian vettel so i can now say this, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU TWO IDIOTS THINKING?

santiago ruiz oh they weren't because if they were they would've told someone

lewis hamilton do you people not have any brain cells?? why did neither of you tell anyone??

mark webber what the hell is going on?

liam lawson baby button told the entire internet that carlos was in love with natalia for years and the reason for the rumors that charles was cheating on her were always popping up was because carlos was in love with her and wanted them to break up. yuki tsunoda don't forget that he flirted with her knowing she was in a committed relationship and she said he had a small dick

mark webber there's a reason she's my favorite button

jenson button🖕🖕 sebastian vettel you'd think you wouldn't like her because she constantly shouts 'not bad for a number 2 driver' in your face mark webber shut up??

lewis hamilton added one person

lewis hamilton talk some sense into these idiots fernando

fernando alonso i knew

santiago ruiz ¿QUÉ? sebastian vettel entschuldigung? lewis hamilton i said talk some sense into them not make the situation worse pato o'ward-leclerc situation so distressing they had to bust out the native languages liam lawson i laughed a little, not going to lie

fernando alonso ¿quien crees que le dijo a ella que le dijera a charles?

sebastian vettel TRANSLATION?! fernando alonso who do you think told her to tell charles?

benjamin santos-ruiz how long?

natalia leclerc 4

benjamin santos-ruiz oh, that's not so bad

charles leclerc years

santiago ruiz los voy a matar a los dos

natalia leclerc you can't kill me i'm pregnant! charles leclerc you can't leave your first grandchild without their father!

oscar piastri-leclerc compromise, you kill carlos because he's the reason for this entire situation.

logan sargeant-leclerc and this way the only person we have to deal with terrorizing the grid is k-mag pato o'ward-leclerc if you could take out lando so i can have his seat, that'd be great too

benjamin santos-ruiz who the fuck is that?

natalia leclerc oh that's just pato, we adopted him too.

pato o'ward-leclerc my offer to kill carlos also still stands

fernando alonso patito! pato o'ward-leclerc fernando!

santiago ruiz dios dame paciencia

mark webber god can't help us anymore

oscar piastri-leclerc how do you know what the phrase means mark? 🤨

ollie bearman-leclerc I TOLD YOU HE WAS HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH FERNANDO!

lewis hamilton what the fuck? fernando alonso it's true, mark is my one true love. jenson button what about us? fernando alonso jenson, i didn't want you finding out this way...

lewis hamilton what the fuck is wrong with you people?

max verstappen how much time do you have?

ollie bearman-leclerc i met the love of my life today

oscar piastri-leclerc oh brother-

natalia leclerc oscar! let him speak!!

pato o'ward-leclerc aww young love, hope it doesn't end in heartbreak

natalia leclerc why would you wish that upon him patricio?? pato o'ward-leclerc mom it's a joke! natalia leclerc that better be a joke!!

logan sargeant-leclerc ooh what's her name ollie?

ollie bearman-leclerc 🤷🏻 what on earth makes you think i actually talked her?

oscar piastri-leclerc this is exactly why i said oh brother. last week it was the girl from the coffee shop

pato o'ward-leclerc now this sounds like a story i should know oscar piastri-leclerc i'll tell you all about it later

charles leclerc he's a romantic oscar, leave him alone, he's baby

ollie bearman-leclerc yeah oscar, i'm just a baby oscar piastri-leclerc you can't keep using the i'm just a baby excuse every time oliver. it's not always going to work ollie bearman-leclerc says who?

ollie bearman-leclerc WAIT! according to my sources (paul) her name is aurora

ollie bearman-leclerc AND she's a guest of williams so logan, i beg, get me her number?

pato o'ward-leclerc wait, isn't that? oscar piastri-leclerc SHH!! LET HIM FIGURE IT OUT

logan sargeant-leclerc nah, fuck that you're on your own

natalia leclerc i'm afraid to ask why logan rejected him so quickly

oscar piastri-leclerc mate, you're fucked

ollie bearman-leclerc WHY WOULD I BE FUCKED? ollie bearman-leclerc the only thing i am is but a boy in love

logan sargeant-leclerc he's dumber than i thought

charles leclerc will someone please explain what the hell is going on

pato o'ward-leclerc i agree, what's going on? because there's no way you people haven't caught on.

logan sargeant-leclerc ollie's crushing on jenson's kid, his biological one

charles leclerc ew ollie that's gross, they're children!

pato o'ward-leclerc your brain needs to be studied because WHY THE HELL DID YOUR BRAIN GO THERE FIRST? charles leclerc you know, i get told that a lot

natalia leclerc JENSON HAS A TEENAGE DAUGHTER?!

pato o'ward-leclerc WE JUST HAD THIS CONVERSATION!! natalia leclerc SHE'S THE ONE WHO TOLD OFF CARLOS?? logan sargeant-leclerc YES! natalia leclerc oh, ollie she's a certified carlos hater, i'm proud.

ollie bearman-leclerc THAT CAN'T BE TRUE!! MY SOURCES DIDN'T SAY THAT!!

oscar piastri-leclerc turns out paul's not very reliable now is he? logan sargeant-leclerc or maybe he didn't tell ollie to see him make a fool of himself in front of jenson

charles leclerc JENSON HAS A DAUGHTER WHO'S A TEENAGER??

logan sargeant-leclerc jenson was called grid slag, what makes you think he didn't?

natalia leclerc how the hell did i not remember this? i feel so dumb right now.

oscar piastri-leclerc well, we can excuse you for being pregnant. not quite sure what's up with dumb and dumber

ollie bearman-leclerc it's okay, i can mastermind my way into her heart and then jenson won't be able to say anything about me!

logan sargeant-leclerc sure, what's your plan for dealing with fernando, seb, and lewis, who aurora grew up around and who like her very much.

ollie bearman-leclerc i did not think that far but lewis likes me! and so does seb!

pato o'ward-leclerc i don't think any of them like you enough to tolerate you 'dating' aurora

natalia leclerc he's delusional just like his father is i fear charles leclerc HEY! it worked out for me didn't it?

logan sargeant-leclerc yeah well natalia was also in love with you so that helped. aurora probably doesn't even know who ollie is.

ollie bearman-leclerc DON'T SAY THAT! YOU'RE BREAKING MY HEART LOGAN!

oscar piastri-leclerc he's not wrong?

ollie bearman-leclerc STOP! I'M GOING TO CRY AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!

charles leclerc STOP! YOU CAN'T MAKE HIM CRY! HE'S BABY!!

logan sargeant he's 19 and fucking delusional charles

pato o'ward-leclerc well you know what the children say these days, delulu is the solulu

ollie bearman-leclerc at least i have a confirmed f1 seat for next year logan!

oscar piastri-leclerc 😧😧😧 natalia leclerc oh that's not- charles leclerc OLIVER! pato o'ward-leclerc is he not moving to indycar next season? natalia leclerc SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE A SEAT OLIVER? charles leclerc AND WHY WERE WE NOT TOLD ABOUT THIS?

ollie bearman-leclerc apologies, i may have taken it a bit too far

logan sargeant-leclerc he's currently dying of laughter - alex

logan sargeant-leclerc although, those might be actual tears, i'm not sure - alex

logan sargeant-leclerc oh that was funny oliver. hopefully you don't get the mick treatment at haas. now, if you'll excuse me i'm going to go kms - logan

ollie bearman-leclerc LOGAN NO! I'M SORRY!!

oscar piastri-leclerc nice going ollie, you made him sad.

ollie bearman-leclerc STOP! I FEEL BAD ENOUGH AS IT IS!!

AUSTRIA 2024

sebastian vettel oliver, you cannot go around threatening drivers.

ollie bearman-leclerc the mctwink is friends with he-who-shall-not-be-named

santiango ruiz mctwink? oscar?

logan sargeant-leclerc no, the other mctwink

oscar piastri-leclerc i will literally crash into you at silverstone.

ollie bearman-leclerc if he can even catch you. that williams is a shitbox.

logan sargeant-leclerc hey, it may be a shitbox but it's my shitbox!

ollie bearman-leclerc is it though??

max verstappen alright who pissed him off

natalia leclerc based on the way he's replying to logan, i'm going to guess him.

ollie bearman-leclerc no it was mcwhiners that are pissing me off.

ollie bearman-leclerc they win one race an think they're the shit. (oscar, this isn't about you)

daniel ricciardo think you the shit, bitch you not even the fart liam lawson how are you my radio engineer?? daniel ricciardo i like to keep up with the times mcqueen jr

ben santos-ruiz so it's war against mclaren?

jenson button personally speaking, please do it. they forgot about my podiums and wins for them.

logan sargeant-leclerc oh brother, you cannot possibly be upset about that still jenson button LEAVE ME ALONE LOGAN!

natalia leclerc yeah logan, it's clearly a very sensitive subject for him

fernando alonso we're going to war against mclaren?

ollie bearman-leclerc it's over for those bitches. we win.

logan sargeant still trying to convince rossi to join us?

ollie bearman-leclerc YOU! TELL KIRKWOOD TO HAVE A WORD WITH THAT TALL SPAGHETTI NOODLE MAN!

oscar piastri-leclerc if pato couldn't convince him what makes you think the 'tall spaghetti noodle man' will be convinced by kyle kirkwood?

ollie bearman-leclerc listen, according to hamilton: the musical, the brits have nothing on the americans. i recruiting as many americans as i can to go to war against the mcwhiners

jenson button you're british??

ollie bearman-leclerc but this is team v team jenson. in that sense i am austrian.

lewis hamilton how the fuck is this the next generation of drivers? benjamin santos-ruiz no, no i get his logic. in the team v team mclaren is british and red bull is austrian. natalia leclerc what the actual fuck?

pato o'ward-leclerc i come with a message from 'tall spaghetti noodle man' he said that considering he doesn't have a contract for next year with mclaren he's all in on using a bit of psychological warfare on mclaren.

pato o'ward-leclerc as for kyle, he said 'leave me the fuck alone'

pato o'ward-leclerc and marcus ericsson said daniel owes him $50 because of a bet they made in 2018.

daniel ricciardo HOW THE FUCK DID HE REMEMBER THAT SHIT?? max verstappen ooh what was the bet? daniel ricciardo whether or not charles could actually convince natalia to marry him. charles leclerc wow fuck you daniel.

liam lawson to be fair, i was convinced she was your best friend because she's definitely out of your league

yuki tsunoda i thought he was dating joris benjamin santos-ruiz I TOLD YOU PEOPLE WOULD THINK YOU WERE FUCKING DATING! charles leclerc FUCK OFF YOU AND ARTHUR STARTED THAT RUMOR ABOUT NATALIA BEING A COVER FOR ME AND JORIS! natalia leclerc THAT WAS YOU? santiago ruiz my children are very normal... so normal

ollie bearman-leclerc so war crimes against mclaren?

sebastian vettel you need permission from kimi first liam lawson on it. will report back to the troops.

mark webber why am i still in this group chat??

liam lawson kimi said it was okay to go to war against mclaren

sebastian vettel kimi said that?

kimi räikkönen 👍

max verstappen WAR!! YUKI GO FOR THE ANKLES!!

daniel ricciardo i'll go for the necks charles leclerc kneecaps!! ollie bearman-leclerc i'll record everything

sebastian vettel i regret ever coming back

natalia leclerc well, if you didn't come back charles would still be suffering at ferrari. sebastian vettel perhaps he could've been able to convince fred to change his race engineer and then i would've considered come back.

daniel ricciardo this coming from the man who said, 'i'll never work for that fucking nerd again.'

sebastian vettel in my defense that was about m*ttia not ferrari as a whole

kimi räikkönen boo 🍅🍅

liam lawson WHO TAUGHT HIM THAT?!

natalia leclerc yeah, i wonder who taught him that? ollie bearman-leclerc beats me... arthur leclerc like mother like son i guess

kimi räikkönen i'm not that old

ollie bearman-leclerc you are pretty old... seb is still older

sebastian vettel one day you'll be old too oliver

natalia leclerc STOP! THAT'S MY SON! HE'LL FOREVER BE 19!!

charles leclerc that sounded vaguely like a threat seb

max verstappen sebastian will be around to bully ollie when he's older

ollie bearman-leclerc by then he'll be ancient

yuki tsunoda is charles old? ollie bearman-leclerc of course, but not mother, mother is young. natalia leclerc i raised him well

charles leclerc i'm older by a few months

ollie bearman-leclerc what year were you born? charles leclerc 1997 ollie bearman-leclerc YOUR YEAR STARTS WITH 19??

liam lawson 2000'S CHILDREN RISE UP!!

max verstappen there's literally 3 of you yuki tsunoda fuck you max ollie bearman-leclerc YEAH MAX FUCK YOU! ollie bearman-leclerc i'm sorry, i got excited and it just came out.

natalia leclerc he's still got some learning to do

yuki tsunoda rule no.1 never apologize for cursing

liam lawson rule no.2 telling max fuck you is okay sometimes

daniel ricciardo note: sometimes it's not because it brings back repressed memories of his father

max verstappen he's joking charles leclerc austria 2019 sebastian vettel brazil 2018 natalia leclerc 2012 max verstappen i may need therapy

arthur leclerc they've been trying to get you to go to therapy for years and this is what gets to you?

max verstappen be quite arthur!

SILVERSTONE 2024

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redbullracing boss man said it's not cool of you to post a mercedes appreciation

natalia_leclerc that's my father-in-law. kimi can bring it up with seb. redbullracing it's not cool of you to use boss man's love for sebastian against us...

user1 she's so real for posting 3 pictures of leo

maxverstappen1 don't let it fool you, i was there on their 'coffee date'

alex_albon mate, you have a girlfriend, stop third wheeling them maxverstappen1 someone has to cockblock them.. landonorris you didn't seem to do a very good job user2 chat does this mean what i think it does? maxverstappen1 oh i won't be at your funeral mate. alex_albon rip lando onewin. it was nice knowing you

user3 charles leclerc can you fight??

charles_leclerc i don't condone violence against women but for her, yes user3 i think i just shit myself

olliebearman this is leclerc children erasure

oscarpiastri we already knew leo was the favorite but damn logansargeant currently crying in my driver's room patriciooward currently crying in the club after my ohio win landonorris you wouldn't know what that's like. landonorris catching strays when i'm not even involved olliebearman you're about to catch more strays after austria landonorris let it go! olliebearman 🖕🖕

user5 no one is a bigger fan of lewis than natalia

user6 literally my favorite wag, married to my favorite driver and in love with my other favorite driver

aurorabutton leo, saturn, and roscoe meet up when?

natalia_leclerc depends, is your dad going to be there? olliebearman YOU'RE MARRIED WOMAN!! natalia_leclerc never stop your husband from meeting your true love charles_leclerc i'm at a loss for words jensonbutton i'm flattered but i love my wife natalia_leclerc that's okay 😭💔

user7 not only is she married to charles leclerc, is a major lewis hamilton and sebastian vettel fan, but she's in love with jenson button? she's everything i want to be in life.

user8 someone got lucky with the life lottery user9 don't forget a mother of 5 sons user10 someone get charles and natalia a daughter already user7 i volunteer as tribute!! user11 seems like that won't be necessary after lando's comment

francesca.cgomes runaway with me??

natalia_leclerc give me a time and place baby girl 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

sukiwaterhouse you look great and then he's there...

charles_leclerc i thought you liked me now? sukiwaterhouse it depends on the day really

natalia leclerc added 5+ people

natalia leclerc i’m going to murder that twink

george russell i’ll say he lost me 50 pounds alex albon i just won 50 pounds

lando norris I'M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TOO!! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!

pato o'ward-leclerc you don’t mean a lot of things don’t you? lando norris fuck you pato, it was an accident

charles leclerc i won’t stop her from killing you.

daniel ricciardo i just killed a man he’s my alibi liam lawson your brain-rot needs to be studied daniel ricciardo you tell me that a lot

natalia leclerc you're dead norris. dead.

natalia leclerc THERE'S A FUCKING REASON I DIDN'T ADD ARTHUR TO OUR GROUP CHAT WHEN I ANNOUNCED MY PREGNANCY!! HE'S A BIGGER BLABBERMOUTH THAN YOU!!

alex albon now she is one lady i would never want to piss off logan sargeant-leclerc rip arthur leclerc, catching strays even when he's not here

oscar piastri-leclerc at least pato will get to drive his car

lando norris wow. just say you hate me osc

ollie bearman-leclerc see, if you people would've let me sacrifice him to kimi and seb weeks ago we wouldn't be having this problem right now

pato o'ward-leclerc i, for one was all for the sacrifice.

lando norris WHY DO YOU PEOPLE WANT ME DEAD?

liam lawson you're friends with c*rlos daniel ricciardo what he said yuki tsunoda i don't know what's happening but what they said max verstappen👆👆 oscar piastri-leclerc 👆👆 ollie bearman-leclerc 👆👆 logan sargeant-leclerc 👆👆 pato o'ward-leclerc 👆👆 alex albon 👆👆 george russell 👆👆 charles leclerc 👆👆 natalia leclerc 👆👆

ollie bearman-leclerc THIS IS NOT A SAFE SPACE FOR S*INZ SYMPATHIZERS

lando norris so all of you just expect me to end a multiple year long friendship with someone?

max verstappen it wasn't that hard daniel ricciardo well, technically no, but yes.

yuki tsunoda we're talking about a guy who started rumors that charles was cheating on natalia all because he couldn't handle someone saying no to him.

liam lawson i was never friends with him to begin with so i couldn't care less

natalia leclerc being friends with him or not won't save you from me murdering you norris

lando norris I'M SORRY IT JUST SLIPPED OUT!! lando norris IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER OSCAR YELLED AT ME FOR WHAT I DID!

oscar piastri-leclerc it was more of a 'what the fuck lando'

logan sargeant-leclerc which is a lot coming from you

natalia leclerc you know what, it's fine

charles leclerc really? you almost killed arthur twice when he insinuated you were pregnant after we got leo

max verstappen he hid behind seb a lot, arthur might still be traumatized

natalia leclerc you'll just have to deal with my dad and ben

lando norris i'm fucking dead... liam lawson rest in fucking peace dude yuki tsunoda nice knowing you lando 👋

ollie bearman-leclerc oh this is so much better than my sacrificial ritual

daniel ricciardo when the hell did it become a ritual? ollie bearman-leclerc details are not important daniel

lewis hamilton what the fuck guys?

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¡leclerc-s speaks! chat how are we feeling about the announcement from williams? i for one am super depressed on logan's behalf. anyways, i live for writing ollie as a chaotic child. just know patricio o’ward is the second love of my life after charles, so i will take any and all opportunity to include him. added more drama because i was bored and we needed a little bit of spice

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[cat3ch1sm]

Alright so I have a HUGE thing for Silva and Zeno to the point where I’d be delighted to have them step on me and call me worthless 😩💖

So would you have the time and energy to write some headcanons on how Killua would react if a friend of his (aka female reader) were to nonchalantly comment about how his dad and grandpa are hot?

I wanna ruin this gremlin’s mind so much please! <3

OMG if you want to, would you be willing to make Killua’s friend comment that to him but IN FRONT of Silva and Zeno too???

💚~ LMFAOAOAO u guys request the most chaotic shit and im totally here for it. here’s ur request!! merry Christmas guys ily <33 @cocogum

also i can definitely relate

fem!reader

u and killua have been friends for a while. literally probably the most chaotic pair anyone’s ever seen. just constantly doing stupid reckless borderline deadly shit. u are one of the very few who can always keep up with killua and can tolerate the same shit he does

he’s the friend who is always risking his life with the things he does and ur the friend who is always risking their life with the things you say. you have zero filter basically. and he really does not care at all, tbh he thinks you’re hilarious

anyway that’s why killua really has no problem bringing u over to his house. he’s never done it before, but you two aren’t the type to make a big deal of things like that, so whatever he just decides to drop by with u

you’ve never met his parents or siblings, but killua has never been lacking on his descriptions of them. whenever you ask he always makes it a point to tell you how nuts they are. but he sort of knows you can handle it even tho his family doesn’t like that he has friends in the first place, but tbh he doesn’t care much atp

anyway he brings you to his place and you go through the whole shebang of the super heavy doors and getting past mike but basically you two are good to go. the butlers welcome you both in and that’s that

you actually do meet his family who are about as off putting as you expected. his little brother kalluto is the tamest; he acknowledges you with a barely perceptible nod and that’s that. killua doesn’t bother introducing u to milluki and thankfully illumi and kikyo aren’t in the house right now. however, you both do run into silva and zeno.

the piercing glares they give you should be enough to freeze you in your tracks. there’s obviously an aura of dread that comes with their presence that killua had vaguely warned you about. but something honestly catches your eye about them, and you have to bring your hand to your mouth to hide the mischievous smile spreading across your lips. but to your surprise, the two men don’t even come over and bother to speak to you. they just give you disdainful looks and go on their way. looks like you aren’t really worth their time.

but as the two are walking away and you and killua start to head out, you turn and whisper to killua in a voice you very soon discover wasn’t actually a whisper, “wait, kil, your dad and grandpa are kinda hot.”

needless to say, this is the one time killua doesn’t find your lack of filter funny. his blue eyes instantly fly open and he yanks you aside, hissing, “why the fuck-“

that’s all he manages to get out. the zoldyck men have stopped in their tracks. your eyes widen as well and you clap a hand over your mouth.

“oh my fucking god-“ killua doesn’t even turn around to see his father and grandfather, he just yanks you along with him as he basically teleports out of the house. you don’t even have time to process his reaction before you both are suddenly far away from the zoldyck mansion.

you both pause once you’re out of earshot, exchanging wide-eyed looks before you collapse into giggles in the grass and killua slaps both hands against his face. “are you actually out of your fucking mind- never mind, you actually fucking are. what the hell is wrong with you??”

you’re way too busy laughing to answer, pointing at killua’s totally red face. he hides it behind his hands with a loud, exasperated groan.

“i’m going to puke. i’m going to throw the fuck up all over you, you asshole. take that shit back literally right now. oh my god. i’m going to kill you and then myself, you absolute dumbass.”

this goes on for at least ten minutes. you’re basically wheezing at this point, and you don’t stop until killua threatens to leave you behind.

“i am never taking you to my house again, you psychopath. like, i know you have shitty ass taste in guys, but are you serious?? you’re mental. actually insane. seriously?? no, take that shit back, my dad and grandpa are not hot.”

you start to walk away, still laughing, and killua is hot on your heels.

“where the hell are you going?! take that back right now, or i swear to god-“

[m1d-45]

Okay last little idea and I'll leave you be for a bit

Xiao actually responding to the names the creator gives him. Little Friend, Pretty Bird, ect. No matter how far away you are, if you call those names, he has to stop himself from turning into a bird and flying away at that very moment. Those pet names are as much his name as any other he's kept.

-sibling anon

me when xiao

in his time with you in his adeptal form, xiao has never told you his name.

and yet, he still hears you.

if he’s in the area and the wind brings him the softest call of “you here, little friend?” he morphs in an instant, instinct taking over as he flies to your summons. he ducks through the trees, landing gracefully in your outstretched hand, meeting your wide smile with a chirp.

“there you are,” you mumble, and he ruffles his wings in an approximation of standing straighter. he is here. for you.

he’s commonly perched on your index finger, or your thumb if he’s eating from your palm. you only feed him simple almonds, yet it tastes of a delightful meal, energy coursing through his body. he’s careful not to nick your skin in his eagerness, but nobody could blame his enthusiasm if they knew what he felt.

by sitting in your hand, he is rested. by staying at your side, he is healed. he still upkeeps his duties, ever vigilant, but he’s quicker now, spurred on by something—someone—to return to. his place is at your side, and he hates keeping you waiting.

even when he has to.

xiao crossed his arms over his chest, staring off at liyue’s plains while he waited for the traveller to finish talking with… whoever. he honestly wasn’t paying attention. all he was there for was the lost adeptal artifact that the commissioner had promised he had, and then he would be on his way.

the man said something with a tilt to his tone. the traveller laughed. xiao grit his teeth.

“friend? little buddy? where are you?”

the call pulled at his soul as every other name he held, and he itched to answer.

paimon made a comment, an ooh! tossed somewhere in the middle, and xiao snapped.

“can we wrap it up? this is not a proper use of an adeptus’ time.”

the man swiftly apologized, handing over the totem, and xiao all but snatched it from his hand. a ‘farewell’ may or may not have slipped from him in time for the traveller to hear, he wasn’t sure. all he knew was that one moment he was dropping the totem off at his room at the inn, and the next he was leaping off the balcony, shifting mid-air to fly towards you.

he let out a loud cry when he spotted you, tucking in his wings to dive. you saw him and held out your hand, a motion so familiar that the actions to land were muscle memory.

he flared his wings, slowing his fall, flapping once, twice, before settling on your index finger. your thumb reached up, as it always did, and he leaned into it, repressing a coo at the feeling of it smoothing over his back.

“there you are, my pretty bird. where were you?”

a shiver rolls down his small body at your words, and he hides behind your thumb. you had many names for him—little friend, blue bird, simply blue—but pretty bird?

your pretty bird?

he’s hot in a way he can’t identify, a melting mix of emotions filling his chest. pride, admiration, adoration, even, all blurring into a messy film that covered his mind.

you turned towards your camp, keeping the hand with him perched close to you. “doesn’t matter. you’re here now, pretty bird. i missed you, you know.”

and you missed him?

xiao’s known for a while that the one on the throne wasn’t truly his god, but now he’s wondering if you were. the swell of confusing feelings was proof enough; were you anybody else, mortal or immortal, god or adepti, he’d have surely struck you down for your behavior long ago. cooing over him as if he were a mere household pet, feeding him scraps of crushed fruit, calling him such names as ‘pretty bird’- he’d have morphed back the second he was strong enough, held his blade to your throat and called you insolent and ungrateful. he’d leave you with a scar, and yet here he was, apologizing for the one he did leave in any way he could.

you carefully poured some almonds pieces in your palm, and he shifted to your thumb as you sat. were you anybody else, you would be dead. but your eyes are still open, carefully watching him, and your heart still beats blood. he can feel your pulse through his claws, sometimes, and often finds his own slowing down to match it.

you had an adeptus eating from the palm of your hand, and yet you were none the wiser. you simply propped your head in your free hand, a gentle smile on your face.

“my pretty bird,” you said quietly, and xiao’s eyes closed of their own volition.

yours.

[sunflowersandink]

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

awww man. this is legit an impossible question for me to answer, there are SO many I love for so many different reasons.

I think if I had to pick one artist it would be @silk-scarlet-ribbons - the way they capture movement and character and expression is just absolutely unparalleled to me, every work of hers just slots into its own little spot in my brain that I didn’t realize was empty.

A lot of my favorite works of theirs are discord exclusives that won’t make a lot of sense without an entire AU’s worth of context, but here’s a great one that lives rent-free in my head - featuring Jason dressing up in his old Robin outfit at the request of de-aged/clone baby Dickiebin. The sharp affection in Jason’s face? The absolutely cherubic energy Dickiebin is exuding? The way Dick’s little hands wrap around Jason’s wrist? The pixie boots? Perfect. Showstopping. Incredible. NO one is doing it like Scar is.

I also think I have to include @ky-landfill in here - there’s absolutely no way I can pick one favorite piece (true for every one of these artists tbh), because everything they draw makes my heart ache in the very best of ways, but I have a ton of love for this piece

I’m just so attached to Jason and Cass getting to be siblings. I love how small she is beside him, I love the way his hair curls and the scars on his cheek, I love that he looks like a battered young man and looks so soft at the same time, with his arms held awkwardly like he’s not sure how to respond to being hugged. It’s just so. *ugh.* you know? I could stare at this for hours

And finally I’ve gotta shout out @amorkuku. this was the first work of theirs that I remember seeing, and oh my god I have not stopped cackling about it since

everything about it just catches me right in the funny bone. Kon’s stupid little delighted face and Tim’s entire everything as he gets dropped on his ass. Both of their •_• faces as the adults in their lives stare at them in disappointment. The way Clark looks so concerned and Bruce manages to look so tired with minimal facial expression. It’s a piece of comedic genius, and everything else this artist has ever done, especially a lot of their recent Dami and Jason comics has been an absolute goddamn delight. If I could buy a collection of their works in a physical book like I did with Wayne Family Adventures I would do it in a heartbeat

God there are SO many more works that spark joy but if I keep going we will literally be here all day <333

[feyhunter78]

Mornings Under the Sea

Description: It’s your birthday so Namor and your son come to wake you up

@starlady66, my sister in K’uk’ulkan🥰 Here’s my little gift to you!!!

It was the sound of delighted giggling that woke you first, followed by a low voice that belonged to your husband.

“Hush in waal, you will wake your Na’ and ruin the surprise.” He whispered, his warm voice filling the room and you with a sense of comfort.

Your son’s giggles ceased, but they returned as soon as K’uk’ulkan set him down on your shared bed.

“Na’, Na’ wake up.” Your son said, as he jumped up and down on the bed, before flopping down and nuzzling his nose against yours.

You opened your eyes and gave an exaggerated yawn, looking around for your husband. Who was nowhere to be found.

You sat up and smiled at your son, fingers carding through his dark hair, his eyes, like yours, bright and curious, focused on you. “Good morning, my Taavi, where is your Yuum?”

Taavi smiled secretively and pointed towards the open doorway.

K’uk’ulkan walked in with a tray of breakfast foods, and a wide smile on his face. “It is a happy day, the day the gods and goddess gave us you, in reina.”

It was your birthday, one you hadn’t thought much about celebrating considering how busy you had been as both queen, and mother to a four year old boy who seemed to have boundless energy.

K’uk’ulkan set the tray down in front of you, and Taavi scooted over so that he could curl up into your side. His tiny golden bracelets, gifts from you and his father, jingling as he did so.

The plate was laden with all your favorite foods, and arranged in a way that told you this had not been a spur of the moment idea, but something your husband and son had been planning for days.

You looked up at K’uk’ulkan with teary eyes, reaching for him with your free hand. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

He shook his head before bending down and brushing his lips across your forehead, placing your hand on his cheek and leaning into your touch. “Nonsense, you are my wife, and queen, you should be treated as such, especially on a day like this.”

“Na’ eat fast, we have presents for you.” Taavi urged, grabbing an apple slice and holding it to your lips.

You laughed and took it from him before kissing both his cheeks in thanks. He scrunched his nose and made a whine of protest, prompting you to lavish his face with quick kisses until he was giggling once more.

As soon as you were done eating, Taavi bounced off the bed and bounded into the main room of your home, you and K’uk’ulkan following behind him.

“Presents, huh? I thought I received my present last night?” You teased, grateful that your son hadn’t asked why you had darkened marks on your neck and chest.

K’uk’ulkan bent down to press his lips against your pulse point, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. “There is no limit to the gifts you deserve in reina.”

You shivered at the feeling, and pushed at his solid chest.

He only pulled you closer, capturing your lips with his own, his free hand cradling the back of your head, his fingers entangled with the hair, his thumb caressing the nape of your neck.

“In ajawo, not now, Taavi is here.” You chided, cheeks warming when he growled playfully and nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck before pulling away.

You sat in the colorful rug, inbetween K’uk’ulkan's legs as Taavi brought you gift after gift.

“This one yumm and I made!” He said, handing you a bracelet made of jade, with his name carved into it. It was beautiful. Handcrafted as all ornaments were in your home, but the details added to the simple band surpassed any other piece of jewelry you had seen here or on the surface world.

“There is room for another name if we wished to give our son a sibling.” K’uk’ulkan purred, his strong arm winding around your waist and pulling you fully into his lap.

“I want a sister, a baby sister!” Taavi said, giving you and K’uk’ulkan a puppy dog pout.

“We will have to see in waal, your Na’ and I will have to ask the gods.” K’uk’ulkan said.

This seemed to slightly pacify your son, who had already started chanting “baby sister, baby sister,” as he danced around the room, a bright smile in his face.

“We shall have to ask the gods?” You drawled, leaning back into your husband’s embrace.

He nodded. “Oh yes, and we may even have to make a trip to a temple at night to increase our chances.”

You rolled your eyes but turned your head so that your lips met his. “Thank you, K’uk’ulkan, this has been a wonderful birthday.”

He cupped your cheek, smiling into the kiss, his soft lips brushing against yours as he spoke, sending warmth fluttering through you. “How could I not celebrate my love? My sun and moon, the mother of my child, my beautiful and gracious queen? To not do so would be against the very laws of the sea.”

You kissed him once more, gasping when his tongue prodded at the seam of your lips, before you were dragged off by a pouting Taavi who expressed his dislike of his father “stealing you” from him.

You and K’uk’ulkan laughed before he followed you and your son out into the city.

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[viaetor]

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗛 . . . ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ( 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢-𝘭𝘰𝘨 — 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 4 / ? ) ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ to be continued.

ㅤㅤin the days when the stars ruled the heavens without question, two shone more blinding than most: aether and lumine, two caelings built from the depths of ignaroth’s tempest forge, where the hottest stars were shaped from the raw energy of destruction… and of creation. they were unlike any other starborn, outstanding even amongst their other caeling siblings, for ignaroth’s fiery essence had bled within their very veins. some rumour that lumine, from steel and old starlight, was made from five black holes and a dead god’s star shard. her brother, aether, however, was crafted with the power of five ancient suns and the heart of a mortal whose stardust refused to vanish. rumours say that young constellations blossomed in the night sky the first time aether and lumine opened their eyes, so strong were their presences. perhaps it was because the god of destruction cried with joy when he saw them; lumine, devastating, was ignaroth’s scythe. aether, piercing, was ignaroth’s sword. their purposes were singular: to bring ruin to worlds, scorch planets, and topple gods and civilisations in the name of cosmic balance. to extinguish eternal peace for the sake of equilibrium found within entropy.

ㅤㅤthey were the god of chaos’ favourite children, and all starborn and golden rulers knew of such a fact. ignaroth never tried hiding that he played favourites, either: the twins roamed through the crystal palace as if they were gods themselves, flying with no concerns for etiquette; they visited other worlds without orders, exploring the belly of the universe aimlessly, and they often sat by their father’s side when the golden rulers needed to assemble. for thousands of years, they stood as ignaroth’s right and left hand, blazing forces of chaos, destruction, conquer and goodhood that even other starborn feared. troublesome children, mumbled zor’yael, goddess of fate, once.

ㅤㅤwherever ignaroth’s burning blade pointed, the twins followed, their star-bound form tearing through the heavens like comets of doom. they obliterated entire star systems, reducing thriving worlds to ash, each victory fuelling their brilliance. many mortal worlds prophesied of their arrival; while lumine was called “the night bringer”, others called aether the “last morning star”—their names became legends, curses, but mostly importantly, promises of ignaroth, the god of chaos, destruction and conquer’s ultimate power. they were unwavering, a paragon of ignaroth’s will—until one day, kessithar happened.

𝗶. ㅤ𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗸𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗿

ㅤㅤlumine and aether used to do everything together; hand in hand, they’d cross over one edge of the universe to the other. they’d chase after meteors together, fight in blood and fire together, and grow together. for a while, it was hard knowing who was who. they were made to complement each other, yet simultaneously, they were opposites with their very natures. weird. be it as it may, it was. they were meant to be soldiers, not poets or thinkers. so they weren’t, and they just were.

ㅤㅤas time passed, lumine grew closer to ignaroth and sera’len, walking beside them as they conversed about heavenly principles, cosmic balance and universal laws. when not accompanying the two ancient stars, she’d be found with a troupe of starborn following her trail, asking questions as if she was their commander. meanwhile, aether was usually seen within the palace’s library, reading, learning, and secretly questioning things. he was interested in mortal affairs and their many tales. as such, thalnor, the god of dreams, forbidden knowledge and lies, delighted themselves by sharing stories in aether’s ear and watching his reaction. this didn’t make them grow apart but drew them closer instead. rather than only talking during their missions, they’d question themselves when meeting in celestial hallways, later sneaking away from the crystal palace to talk about their discoveries of the day—they learned to scoff, to shout, to laugh. maybe they were finally learning to feel, maybe not. but all other starborn agreed; it wasn’t normal for caelings to be like that. they were weapons, after all, mere instruments to another’s will. perhaps they were defective.

ㅤㅤone day, the god of conquer had summoned aether. his forger father was always a wild flame, but his skeleton hands were always warm on the morning star’s cheek. that day was the first time ignaroth caressed his hair and bestowed upon him a task only for his ears and hands: kessithar needed to burn under his sword. aether looked up at him, face as ethereal as it ever was, and he wanted to ask why. he closed his mouth before any word could be uttered and heard the slightest chuckle coming from ignaroth. never forget who you are, o my celestial sword; pray with me—

𝗔𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧. i am the child of the cosmos, weaved from neverending stars. from lashes to claws, i was made in greatness, the reflection of yesterday, today and tomorrow. i am divination shaped, i am reality ascended, i am the life of death and the death of life. i am the blaze of the forge, hot hammer heavy upon the chestplate. i am the fire that inspires the higher crude courage to create. i am the sun that burns with no ashes left. i am the audacity to declare the end and the beginning. my messages are inevitable and my word holds the weight of a billion years of oaths. i am the 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥 of every world made sword. i bring light and hunger. 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗠𝗘.

ㅤㅤthey prayed together; the weapon-soldier bowed before his maker and went to vanquish what was rightfully of his god’s. at that time, aether had no idea why ignaroth wanted him to repeat that same mantra he was so used to uttering in every wake. the truth was that the god of conquer was worried that his sword, the last morning star, was losing its merciless edge. as we know by now, dear reader, ignaroth was right. this portion of the story is at least a truth we cannot fight with.

ㅤㅤfor you see, kessithar was a small, humble world, insignificant compared to the great empires and galactic kingdoms aether had once razed. it had no sprawling cities or towering spires of technology—only a quiet landscape of rolling hills, dense forests, and crystal-clear rivers. the people of kessithar were mortal and fragile, living simple lives untouched by the wars of the cosmos. they lived in harmony, all of them; eating in the morning, dancing in the afternoon, dreaming in the evening below their three moons. they cried for their deceased, celebrated the birth of their young, and helped even other species flourish alongside them. in every sense of the word, they were ordinary, dull creatures. to aether, this meant nothing. to ignaroth, their world was a point of balance that needed to be undone. peace was stagnation, and it could never last too long.

ㅤㅤbut when aether descended upon the world, something strange happened. as he prepared to unleash the fire of the five suns upon kessithar, he was met by a child. she waved in his direction while holding a basket of fruits, extending it to him as if he were a friend she was waiting to meet again. she was smiling—an expression of happiness, thalnor once told him in his stories, especially when they come from the young. “hello, o traveller from another world!”, the kid shouted, “come down, share a story with me!”

ㅤㅤaether had seen many types of mortals in his many years of existence. some planets birthed warriors, mortals who would die battling ‘til their last breath or cursing the gods as a blade pierced their chest. other worlds were home to negotiators, people who would try to bargain lives as if they were coins of any interest to the higher beings in the sky. others tried to play games, gamble, scheme, deceive. he had seen it all… but not this. as red as the blood of many enemies he had slain was the apple in his hand, shiny and big. he looked at the mortal girl, so tiny she barely reached his knee. perhaps this was meant to be poison. fine, he’d play along.

ㅤㅤit tasted sweet. one single bite dirtied his face, dripping to his chin and neck. he waited to sense a toxin, anything at all. yet, all he could feel was how delicious it was. “do you like it?” the girl asked, offering more fruits from her basket. he shouldn’t, but he tasted more and more of the fruits, berries and honey that was offered to him, waiting, hoping for something bitter to bite his tongue. it never did. puzzled, he asked the girl if she knew who he was. had she ever heard of the last morning star? she nodded proudly and raised her finger:

but fear not, for abundance is every being’s birthright. we are all children of the cosmos, made from stardust. from our heads to our toes, we are shaped in hope, the image of a day where greatness needn’t exist, only goodness. we are mortality earthed, makers of realities, the meaning of life and death, and the life and death of meaning. we are the blaze which makes the forge, burning fire of every shield and weapon. we choose to destroy or to create. we are the ashes that remain. we are the arrogance to defy every ending and every beginning. we are deaf and blind to certainty, for no final message can destroy our being. we are the oaths that are carried through. we bring light and hunger. they will meet us, and we will meet them. show them, every time, what it means to be mortal.

ㅤㅤ“i am choosing to show you love. so when you kill me, i’ll still live in your mind.” she offered him another apple. “we will haunt you, dearest morning star. so before you go, you will share a story with me.”

ㅤㅤhe’d be lying if he said such a puny display of confidence had amazed him. words were just as fragile as the mortals who invented them, easily broken and forgettable. what surprised aether was her audacity to extend her hand for him, offering to show him around gardens, beaches, mountains, villages and rivers. day after day, he watched the mortals of kessithar, their fleeting lives filled with so much emotion. they told tales of their heroes, showed him the animals they kept as companions, shared stories about their elders, talked about religion, and sang music to his ears. his presence, thick as the night and burning like the sun, seemed not to bother them: for the first time in his life, the last morning star felt incredibly small. they were free, they explained to him. and aether, who had only known destruction, began to envy them. why couldn’t he feel love, and loss, and peace? wasn’t there something more? to stay always the same, even if destructive and chaotic—wasn’t that against the very own principles of the cosmic balance?

𝗶𝗶. ㅤ𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

ㅤㅤwhen aether realised he could not destroy kessithar, his fate was sealed. he defied ignaroth’s will, sparing the world and its people, returning to the crystal palace with no blood stain, the sword he carried light and hungry. as soon as he set foot in the floating ruins, lumine came to him. furious, she demanded why he had not completed the mission given to him by their forger. he kept his march towards the god of destruction’s throne, opening his doors, uncaring of the other caelings in their midst. that act granted knife-sharp gazes in his direction, yet ignaroth remained loosely in place.

ㅤㅤlegends tell different versions of how their exchange went. some say that ignaroth and aether were alone in that room; others say lumine accompanied him. rumour has it that aether shouted at his ruler, demanding explanations as if they were on equal footing. others say that aether cried, kneeling as he admitted his defeat—for some reason, he just couldn’t bring himself to destroy that world and needed to be reforged. few talk about how aether says his hands were cursed and how kessithar managed to trick him into touching their planet with his bare hands, thus connecting them forever. in many tales, lumine stands beside ignaroth, disapproving of her brother yet looking at him with an emotion that shouldn’t belong to stars.

ㅤㅤall agree that aether said something that made ignaroth rise from his throne and directly slash him with the eclipsing scythe—lumine. it was the first time that aether bled, black-matter blood thickly spurting from his cheek as he felt hurt for the first time. breaking his skin, the injury’s pain spread to his very core. despite how lumine cried and held ignaroth’s cape, pleading for mercy over her brother, ignaroth took aether by the arm, raising him from the ground. o my celestial sword, let me remind you who you are. he forced aether to become his celestial sword, shifting his form and keeping him in a tight, suffocating grip.

ㅤㅤwith aether in his hands, ignaroth flew across the ocean, leaving fire where his wings and blade touched. he cut open kessithar, and then sliced it into millions of pieces. he struck down its solar system and many neighbouring ones. it’s said that ignaroth’s fury lasted for many moon cycles and devoured so many galaxies that it shifted the universe’s weight. he used aether until his blade became dull and chipped, until it cracked in his grasp. some claim that ignaroth only stopped because sera’len had sent his sentinels to calm him down, and even then, it’s known among the starborn that the sentinels are still recovering their numbers.

ㅤㅤonly after his fit of rage had quenched, did ignaroth release aether from his hand and allowed him to recover to his starborn shape. lumine was there to hold him, borrowing her starlight so his cracks could immediately heal—yet the scar under his eye remained like an unwanted memoir. it’s unknown what ignaroth said to aether once he was done. still, over the following centuries, aether was almost always seen accompanying the god of destruction everywhere, never once stepping inside a library or asking about mortal matters. some whisper that he became even more violent than any other caeling, ascending as a ruthless general and becoming ignaroth’s favourite weapon to summon. however, ignaroth never smiled down on him again. probably because he knew that it wouldn’t take long until aether betrayed him again.

[revenancy]

REVENANCY — a writeblr (re)intro

'sup.

→ I'm Riel. 26 going on "wait, I'm not already 27? I thought I was 28." Queer. Neurodivergent. Agender. Any pronouns work for me, though I'm especially fond of ve/vis/ver.

→ I grew up on YA and adult fantasy novels, and as an adult, there's nothing I love more than to sit down and write on my own silly little YA and adult fantasy novels. I would love to be published some day, trad or selfpub. If I can reach one person in the same way my favorite authors have reached me, that's a success.

→ I have too many projects to count. I mean that entirely literally. Here are a couple that I love and I'm trying to write or revise at some point in the next year:

UNCHOSEN: When the Chosen dies, her twin sister is forced to fake her own death and take her place to prevent their home from falling into chaos.

THE GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS: A disowned crown prince ekes out an existence teaching his half-siblings. A journeyman political assassin is caught breaking down the bodies. Navigating the court alone is hard – but together, it's deadly.

BEARSKIN: When a hunter kills an ancient snow bear, her brother is stolen as payment for her crime. She treks across the snow to bring him home, but the Prince of Always Night, enigmatic Winter himself, won't let him go unless she plays his game. Curses, after all, must be paid out.

SALT & SILVER: A College alchemist and a guardsman in a little frontier town track down a necromancer who's trying to wake the ghost of a forgotten god – but that's what he's counting on.

→ I'm looking for new (or old) writeblrs to follow – my old account got completely destroyed, so this is a hard reset for me, and I'd like to find some more people to interact with!

→ I follow back, and I love tag games and ask games, even if I don't always have the energy to keep up with them. I also love all of y'all's projects, even if I don't always have the energy. Neurodivergence and a full time job are great, y'all.

Much love!

[theodoraflowerday]

heartstopper s3e1 live episode reaction

alright everybody I am *so* ready

did y'all know I'm so deeply in love with tori spring? because I love her. Ilyvs I love you victoria spring

god I love everyone

TAO I SWEAR omg he's so CUTE

bro taoelle are everything that's good in the WORLD

oh darcy my love my darling

bro THEYRE SO CUTEEEEEE

GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW *SO MUCH* SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEE

omg imogen is here I LOVE YOU IMOGEN

WAS THAT A SPLIT SECOND NICKTAO HUG OHHHHH OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH

god I want a group of friends

I love everyone in this show so muuuuch

so you told imogen not to bring all that??? so you're COMMUNICATING???? IMOGEN/SAHAR?????

that shot was SO CUTE nobody touch me I love the paris squad so much

oh okay I see u charlie

oh.... the sparks.... I see you Both

oh NO NOT AN IMAGINE SPOT I CANT DO THOSE I'LL DIE

OH NO THE SUNSCREEN BIT WAS *SO CUTE* WJAKFJSKGJDKGJDKG

OH NYOGJDLGKDLFKDLGKDL I LOVE THEM

NICK STOP KISSING YOUR BOYFRIEND AND HURRY UP

poor isaac next to them, I'm sure he must've been like "oh.... not again"

tao is so obsessed with elle he's so relatable i

god they're SO CUTE

I DONT CARE I HATE GENDER AAAHAJDHSJFHSKFJSKFJSK NONBINARY DARCY LETS FUCKIN *GO*

also that dap between nick and darcy..... chaos siblings incoming let's fuckin go

truly nothing like the camaraderie between a bisexual and a nonbinary. nothing but contempt for the concept of gender.

"charlie, you're already dating" god im SO isaac lmao

"I think I'm immune" OH ISAAC

SO YOU THINK YOU'RE ASEXUAL THEN

SCREAMS AND CRIES AND THROWS UP

PROBABLY AROMANTIC TOO AI CANNOT *BELIEVE* TBISJFKDJGKDJG

I can't believe I just heard the word "aromantic" in a mainstream Netflix series I'm gonna start crying lmao

"just can't be bothered to give everyone a vocab lesson" wow isaac is so extremely fuckin relatable

by the end of these 8 episodes I probably will end up finally committing to the aroace label just wait

I LOVE YOU - AW I LOVE YOU TOO MY BABIEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS

bro that was...... so gentle. that kiss. the voice. oh my god. that was so gentle. im in tears

"what came first, the fish or the chips?" somehow the fact that darcy wasn't the one asking this is the best part

but also god.... charlie...... oh I'm suffering (and so is nick)

they better keep this nicktara energy going, I love their friendship so MUCH

god nick is such a worrier too bye

"she's so much safer living with me" bro :(

WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE YOU'D DO ANYTHING TO HELP THEM oh Tara you have no idea

oh. nick's youtube rabbit hole, the sad remix

"you're doing your best" "so are you" nobody even BREATHE in my DIRECTION oh my god

sidenote I wonder if the girls feel so much safer going in the sea just by their scary dog* privilege (*nick just looks scary tho he's a baby)

oh i will cry

oh I can't wait for the parallel gifsets with their first beach scene

WHAT? IN PUBLIC??? NICHOLAS???????

oh

well, that was surprising. charlie def didn't downplay that in the book

"I don't think they do" yeah well your brain lies to you, charlie

OH HE'S CRYING

ARE YOU ANGRY AT ME NICK BABY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

bro I'm in shambles

if I see the word "aromanticism" again I might genuinely burst into tears bro

charlie's such a good friend. and boyfriend. and everything. charlie can we have this energy for yourself too

nick's such a cuddly baby bear idk how charlie can stand it

ONLY IF ITS NOT MARVEL - OH YEAH FORGOT YOU HAVE NO TASTE AKFJSLGJDLGJDLGKDLGGJDLGJDLGKD

oh my god I forgot about agatha I have to watch after I'm done here

oh fuck oh godn

oh I was so stressed I forgot I've been waiting for this for OVER A YEAR oh my GOD I don't wanna watch

oh, there's other stuff first thank god

bro darcy ily but what the FUCK is up with the mess oh my god

I hope darcy's grandma is nice :(

PLEASE DON'T BURN DOWN MY HOUSE oh my god yan you are a SAINT and a DELIGHT

AND YOU'RE THE BEST THING THATS EVER HAPPENED TO ME I DONT WANNA LOSE YOU oh my god tao baby

NOT THE PICTURE MONTAGE I'M GONNA KICK SOMETHING

sidenote nick's lil bi flag, me too

oh good lord jesus christ I can't take this

oh my god

oh my hod

oh my gifb

oh my god og my god oh my god

ohmymgod

CHARLIE'S TEARY EYES NO

CLOTHES

OHMG

OH NO

IM

WHY'S HE RUNNING LIKE TJATJSKGJSLFKSLGJDLGKDLFKF

oh my hod

oh m yog

bro im literally in tears that was a thousand times softer than i thought it was gonna be

oh. my hod

god

i don't know how to react bro there's literal tears running down my face

hold on I'm watching again

new favorite narlie scene? probably yea

SO IN LOVE YOU'D WALKNTO MY HOUSE WITH NO SHOES ON - YEAH THATS HOW IN LOVE I AM

IM NOTD

copingggggg

YOU'D DO THE SAME FOR ME - YEAH I WOULD

IM LITERALLY ABOUT TO RIP MY HAIR OFF

bro nick and charlie...... top 5 fictional characters of all time no question no doubt I love them so much idk what to do

oh man that was so fucking much

[lamemaster]

I Dropped College to Become a Dark Lord

Genre: Crack, Modern guy in Middle Earth

Pairing: tbh

Summary: At first look, Melkor’s form seemed to be devoid of any sort of essence. A chill ran through the Valar as they considered the possibility of his escape. Tulkas and Orome had almost packed up for their adventure to Middle Earth. But then they had felt it. A sudden surge of life.

AN: I think I am kinda funny. Nothing more.

PART 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

“So, am I the bad guy?” Derek asked. They had somehow managed to reign in the emotions that ran wild in everyone’s mind. Introductions had been made and Derek got to know that Melkor is the name of the body he currently finds himself in.

“Yeah, no shit Melko- “

“Mandos!” the sky bluish light, who he had come to know as Manwe exclaimed.

Much to Derek’s dismay both the Vala switched back to the horrid Valarin. For beings who were the very source of music, one would expect a language calming, soothing, and sweeter than any other. Valarin…was horrendous. It stung in his ears like the noise of thousand nails scratching a blackboard.

He could understand it but trust him it was not worth it. It was the worst culture shock…worse than finding out his body’s origin.

Melkor, the body he entered, is none other than the ultimate bad boy of this world. A criminal who just barely got his parole on nepotism basis at that. Too bad he isn’t here to rejoice or anything. Derek wondered if the dark lord died or the worse possibility, Melkor switched bodies with him.

It was an amusing thought to imagine the dark lord as an engineering student. If there was anything worse than the endless void, it had to be the dark alleys of STEM. Well, he was glad that the report due the next day was not his problem now.

A distant, saner, part of Derek’s mind was still in the midst of processing the fact that he might indeed be dead in his world. His parents, his siblings, or roommates would find out and they would grieve for him. Or if they would delight in the chance of meeting his dark lord version.

The name Illuvatar had remained in Melkor’s memories, the only name that remained. All else was gone with him and so Derek tried it. ‘Umm…excuse me…Illuvatar are you there?’ Derek tried to talk to the possible god and his creator in this world. He had to be the one who must have had any idea of the stupid situation. ‘Am I still Derek? Or am I truly Melkor with an identity crisis or wait am I future Melkor and I time traveled back here. I mean it would be quiet a fall for Melkor to end up as an engineering student but hey it is a possibility.’ he tried asking, only to ramble and sound stupid in his inner monologue. None replied. Head empty no thoughts.

Well damn. This one’s got to have some daddy issues for sure. Derek wondered as he telepathically tried leaving a message for Illuvatar (don’t ask him how. He’s new to the whole thing. Trust the process).

‘ To Illuvatar, I do not know if this is you or not, but I must tell you I am not Melkor. Like I am in his body and it’s super weird. I don’t know if your feral son is dead (if he can die…) or not. I am just kind of in his body. I hope you can like tell me something about this all.’ P.S.- it's kinda urgent.

Hanging up the metaphorical phone Derek became aware of the quiet room. Manwe was staring at him again. It was the same look. Those puppy dog eyes just screamed of younger sibling energy. The look that siblings got seconds before they burst into tears. A precarious look for any older sibling ever.

Manwe was…bright. It was difficult to imagine how he was related to Melkor. Long white hair, glimmering blue eyes, and blue robes to maintain the angelic aesthetic. Manwe was pure innocence and uncorrupted power at the same time.

Melkor on the other hand. Well… Derek kinda could see himself without a mirror or anything. It was a Valar thing. A perk some would say. Just closing his eyes and he could see his form. He had almost screeched at his own reflection.

Melkor was…handsome. Sexy in the ‘I’ll be your fall from grace’ way. Dark black hair, the darkest there could be. Eyes bright like Manwe’s yet, there were glowing golden with the fervor of molten lava buried in the depth of the Earth. And contrasting such stark features was the palest skin ever. It was unlike Manwe’s healthy and flush tan. No Melkor was the supreme edge lord.

“Brother can you still not hear it?” Manwe asked. Derek, who had zoned out, realized that the focus from the previous quarrel had shifted back on him.

“Hear what?” Derek questioned. Was he supposed to hear something? Oh shit! Did someone call Melkor? It was hard remembering to respond to people when they called someone else’s name. Plus, he wasn’t that keen on the idea of discussing this weird possession with the guy who quite literally was a major simp for his brother. The idea of Manwe finding out his brother’s soul was gone was something scarier than Valarin.

With a barely concealed wince, Manwe replied “Do you not hear the music? The song of Arda? What about Illuvatar can you sense him?” Yikes, am I supposed to Derek wondered? To say or not to say, that is the question.

“I think don’t he can Manwe.” Another one of the Vala spoke instead of Melkor. If Derek remembered correctly, he was Ulmo. The Vala of seas, oceans, and rivers was visible in every facet of his personality and looks. Dark blue hair in the very predictably wavy in the fashion of waves, not that Derek disapproved of it. His first impression of Ulmo was that of the quiet kid who actually turns out to be really smart. The quiet kid you should not mess with. ‘Poseidon, Aquaman,’ Derek’s brain unhelpfully listed.

By the looks of it, Ulmo’s words did not sit well with Manwe. “I mean it is not difficult to see Manwe.” Mandos, the Vala who hated Melkor the most, added in support of Ulmo. It was surprising that even Derek felt the heavy animosity. And Derek was nothing if not dense.

Manwe continued to ignore Mandos and Ulmo collectively. “Can you truly not hear it Melkor?” he asked with an uncomfortably consistent eye contact. From his peripheral vision, Derek could see Varda take a step towards them.

“No,” Derek replied. “I cannot hear music or the song you speak of,” and the air in the room stilled. Everything fell silent as Manwe nodded in acceptance. However, Derek was not done. It was time to rip the bandage.

“I don’t remember anyone. I don’t know you or as matter of fact myse- “

“YOU MORON! WHERE IS MY MAIA?” before Derek could have completed his sentence he interrupted and was then promptly strangled by an unseen force. He truly had not seen it coming.

Put back the bandage he distantly wondered.

The room erupted in Chaos as Varda jumped in to save Manwe, who jumped in to save Melkor, who was attacked by Aule who was simultaneously being pulled away by Yavanna.

Chaos came to Valinor. Yet not the chaos that rained destruction but the chaos that mingled with the order to retain the world.

“He…he has returned.”

In the darkest canopy of unvisited forests, a voice whispered with a trace of hysterical joy. The sole existence of those woods. A shadow that lamented in unlit lands.

Once glazed eyes caught the first reflection of the light they once held. Ashen gray hair ignited as if a fire rekindled. Hair that now changed into the blistered red shade of flames. Gone was the lament and mourning.

Mairon had come to life.

“Master Melkor returned,” the silent trees of bleak woods shivered with fear as the fire captured them in its grasp.

With a crazed smile, Mairon wondered if it was time to go get his master back to their lands. Utumno would be rebuilt, and order would be restored.

So, it began as Mairon started making his way to Valinor.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

So for Rementent's extended family. Did Samus in this Rwby was Ridley a intelligent Grimm that murdered her family or was he a fanuas? Either way I see him working for Salem. He is called The Cunning God of Death.

It was a cool mistralian night. The grimm in the area had quieted down recently, and a Young Samus Aran watched the stars with delight, the delicate golden feathers along the back of her neck shifting as she gazed in wonder.

And then the screaming started.

A massive, leathery grimm, a kind unknown to humanity was toppled the main belltower of the village, crushing some guards that ran to fight it, many others caught in its putrid, glowing breathe that rained down from above.

Its head was elongated into a point, mouth long like an alligator's, full of hundreds of sharp teeth stained red with blood.

It was scrawny, seemingly little more than a skeleton, yet it took every blow that landed and kept crawling, flying, sprinting. It charged through the streets, devouring and slaying any person it came across.

Samus clung to her mother, the horse beneath them moving at full gait, her father having stayed behind to help as many people escape. The young girl peeked her head out form around her mother, just catching the sight of the massive beast swoop in at truly impossible speeds, lashing its tail forward - Into her mother's chest.

They were thrown from the horse, her mother gasping and wheezing as the massive creature crushed her beneath its foot, the beast seemingly grinning at the crunch of bone and squelch of organ, before it turned to Samus.

She had broken her leg when they were thrown from the horse. She couldn't run, she could hardly crawl, left alone as this thing, this Apex Predator of Grimm.

It's Pus-Yellow eyes bored into the girl as it slowly, methodically lurched toward her, some putrid, gurgling laugh bubbled up form it's throat as it pinned her with one arm, the purple flame inside its mouth welling up.

Samus was too scared to feel it.

This was it.

She was dead.

At least, she was until a dagger plunged into the grimm's eye, the well of energy scorching a nearby tree.

It was tackled off of her, a large man in full plate armor was on top of it, beating it with his hands, as a blond woman in leather armor lifted and carried Samus away, shoving something in her mouth.

"This is going to hurt, but I need to set your leg. Bite down on that instead of screaming if you can."

It hurt worse than when it broke, followed by a wave of nausea that made her puke, crying harder than she that night.

The woman place a hand on Samus's chest, muttering something and unlocking the young girls aura.

And then she passed out.

~~~~~

Samus woke up in her bunk.

It was that night again. It was always that night.

She strode into the small cooking section, preparing navy-style coffee, running her hands over a photo of her family. Her mom, the woman who saved her. Her dad, the man that beat that Grimm with his hands until it limped away for its own life. Her many, many cousins, siblings, and nieces and nephews.

She moved her cannon off the table, designed after her Father's own weapon.

The original had been melted onto his arm at some point after he went to help people.

She missed them. Often, and a lot.

But she had this family too. It's weird and big and sometimes suffocating with love, but she wouldn't change them for the world, even if they got on her nerves alot.

~~~~~

Ridley wasn't always this, as much as he wished he was.

No, no, there was a time when he was just another body for the grimm to tear into.

Now he was on the Winning side!

That first night, oh that GLORIOUS first night! The screams, the crunching, the destruction!

licked his eye, long since healed physically, but was still pissed at the bastard that took it originally.

Yeah if he had listened to orders and fallen back after wrecking shit he wouldn't have gotten stabbed, but where was the fun in running? It's all about the Chase!

That Tyrian guy knew what he was talking about!

But, Salem figured he'd had TOO much fun, grounded him for a while while she worked on a more "subservient" experiment.

Whatever the "Hound" was. Thing'd probably just be an attack dog for her, no fun at all.

[ofliterarynature]

OCTOBER 2023 WRAP UP

[loved liked ok no thanks (reread) book club* DNF]

The Sunset Years of Agnes Sharp | Conrad’s Fate | Hold Fast Through the Fire | All the White Spaces* | The Game of Courts | (Artificial Condition) | From Below | Creatures of Will and Temper | The Saint of Bright Doors | (All Systems Red) | Over My Dead Body | The Twyford Code | A Conjuring of Light | Small Miracles | A Murderous Relation | Realm of Ash | The Magicians of Caprona | The Hourglass Throne | Raw Dog | Graveminder | The Devil and Winnie Flynn

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I am getting to this SO LATE, forgive me if I don't say a lot because I have forgotten so much. Work has eaten all of my time and energy against my will (should I get a new job? Probably). Anyways.

The Hourglass Throne - Will definitely need to reread this before the next book comes out (even thought they're all pretty well self contained for a series!) because WHAT? I have only half an idea what's going on, and no idea how to feel about the ending. Do I grieve? Not grieve? ??????? I think book 2 is still my favorite, but these books are addictive and a joy to read.

The Magicians of Caprona - I think at this point it's fair to say that I don't think DWJ could write a book that is uninteresting to read, but this is definitely my least favorite of at least the Chrestomanci books so far.

Realm of Ash - book 2 of the Books of Ambha series; I didn't like the first book in this series, why did I continue? Hope, that it would build on the things in the first book that I actually liked, and bring the sisters back together. It was better, I guess, but not in any way that really made me like it. I wish I'd followed my impulse and returned it to the library without listening.

A Murderous Relation - another Veronica Speedwell mystery, reliably enjoyable as always :)

Small Miracles - This was a DELIGHT. This was a fun romp (I'm told) in the vein of Good Omens, but with small stakes - and small miracles. The fallen angel of petty temptations is hired by an angelic friend to help the most sinless (and miserable) mortal have a little fun. But there's more to it than meets the eye, and the case gets tangled up the mortal woman's niece, pretending to be a school counselor, difficult family relationships, rants about chocolate, and inconsiderate siblings who rudely keep picking the same human gender as you. It's sweet, comforting, very queernorm, and a little romantic (f/gf)

A Conjuring of Light - I finished my Shades of Magic reread! Thank god. I was so thoroughly not impressed with books 2 & 3 this time around - they're just one book, divided in two, and I don't think it was divided in the right spot. It's so disappointing that these did not age with me, but you will also have to pry my copies away from me because they're one of the few books I've ever gotten signed in person (and the original covers are just cool). I fully intend to submit myself to the new spinoff series because hope never really dies lol.

The Twyford Code - This was such a strange and delightful book, that I'm not even sure I'm mad about the twist at the ending, I had such a good time reading it. (past me, listening: wow, this would have made such a cool fiction podcast, right? Joke's on me haha). I did honestly think I'd forgotten what this book was about for a bit, but then I was going through some old kid's books from my grandma that were *exactly* like the series in this book, and I had a big AHAH moment that delighted me.

Over My Dead Body - this was my first/nonfiction attempt at jamming in some spooky-ish books before the end of October. Overall, good. I did learn some new facts and there were some interesting parts; but I didn't always appreciate some of the author's commentary, and when it say's "America's Cemeteries," it really only means its urban cemeteries, which was a bit disappointing.

All Systems Red/Artificial Condition - Murderbot, my Beloved. rereading for the new book, and I'm trying my hardest to NOT do it on audiobook this time - and it's really worth it to read it in text, I promise, even if Kevin R Free's voice still echoes in my mind.

The Saint of Bright Doors - this was such a strange and wonderful read, I am so delighted to have read this, I love an unapologetically weird book. The vibe definitely reminds me a bit of The City & The City, or in some ways The Undertaking of Hart and Mercy; except I had other problems with those books and didn't finish them, but I did like this one. I know this won't be everyone's cup of tea, but maybe give it a shot.

Creatures of Will and Temper - another spooky book, and ooh boy could I go on an entire rant, I didn't want to finish this one but felt I had to for reasons. I'll let you look up the plot yourselves, but picture this: Victorian London, two sisters (one who likes swords!), and a whole lot of queer characters I wasn't expecting. I was delighted! Except you gradually learn every single queer character is involved with this club that has made a pact with a demon. What exactly does that mean? Who knows, because the book does not tell you until at least 3/4 of the way through, and we only have the word of the jacket copy and our sainted demon slayer, who is sketchy af the moment we get him alone. Turns out it's a chill demon who doesn't want blood sacrifice, cool cool, but maybe it should have been thought through a little more? Also the main/only successful romance in the book is between a 17 year old girl and a woman who is at minimum in her 30's, explicitly encouraged in part by the demon. hmm. Overall the writing and rest of the story was just ok, and the ending was disgustingly saccharine and just bad. Would strongly not recommend, but if someone wants my copy you're welcome to it. 2 stars.

From Below - another spooky book, and somehow still the most successful even though I didn't like it much. I almost DNF'd this in the first half, and while I wouldn't say I wish i had, I think my time could have been better spent. But really - if you are diving at an untouched ship wreck, that went missing with hundreds of unaccounted passengers and crew, in an area of the ocean entirely inhospitable to life, shouldn't one of the things you expect to find be human bodies??????? I got so worked up, lol, but once the spooky stuff started I had a better time.

The Game of Courts - new Nine World's novella! I love that Victoria takes the time to explore the various characters in her books outside of the main narrative. Getting to learn more about Conju ourside the current story was much appreciated, even if getting to see an outsider POV of earlier Kip was maybe the main draw. Probably not my favorite of the Lays novellas, but worth reading - and maybe a good starting place for those who are new to the series? Now if only I could get myself to read Derring-Do...

All the White Spaces - bookclub pick that got rescheduled to Nov (more time to reread Murderbot tho, so yay me). The description of this - trans guy on an antarctic exploration that goes wrong - sounded interesting, but it was kind of meh for me in the end. For one I was expecting more horror, but the description of "polar gothic" I've seen since really fits better. I also wasn't a fan of the supernatural explanation, and the whole thing felt hopeless from the beginning, once we got a grasp on the *actual* details of the situation, so I didn't quite know what we were here for. Not my cup of tea.

Hold Fast Through the Fire - NeoG book two!!!! This series is turning out to be very akin to the Tarot sequence in that they not perfect books or 5 stars by any means, but are so fun and addictive to read. This series is space opera, post-post-apocalypse where Earth has two colonies, and the series is about a team in the space!coast guard. Getting into the specific plot of this book isn't actually important, but there's a good 50/50 split on plot vs talking about our emotions!!! I love it, it definitely shows some improvement over book 1, even though I don't know that the author has got the POV's quite balanced out. Jenks is lucky I love her because her drama sure does keep taking over (and I cried so hard for her in this one you guys). Would recommend. Did I mention that almost everyone is queer?

Conrad’s Fate - a good book, but this is also the point where I really started questioning the recommended Chrestomanci reading order. I think chronologically it's book 2? And I'd already forgotten so much from The Lives of Christopher Chant, I do not understand and wish I'd read them chronologically. Much more fun than the Magicians of Caprona.

The Sunset Years of Agnes Sharp - I was SO excited when I saw there was a new Leonie Swann being published in english, even if it wasn't the sequel to Three Bags Full (which I read last year and loved). I was even MORE excited when the book opened and was being narrated by the pet tortoise!!! Alas, it was not to last, I did not get another murder novel narrated by an animal. That being said, still pretty good, it reminded me of the Thursday Murder Club (which I liked less), but probably won't be a favorite.

DNF'S - Graveminder and The Devil and Winnie Flynn were both books I own that I tried to fit in for spooky month that did not work out. Winnie Flynn I admit I dropped almost immediately, the vibes were peak bad YA and I wasn't going to torture myself. Graveminder I tried, because I liked the idea, and it wasn't bad per-se, but something about the way it was executed (and the many many POV's) just wasn't working for me. Might fit someone else better though.

Raw Dog I really wanted to like, because the history of hot dogs and a description/ranking of hot dogs are both extremely up my alley - and I did make it 40% in! But there were just a number of factors building up against this - the author's sometimes very (overly?) sharp commentary, my lack of interest in her dysfunctional life, the lack of any comparative rating system for the hot dogs, the food waste, and the sheer number of bodily excretions used as descriptors for the food finally tipped me over the edge. I could have kept listening but I didn't really want to. Perhaps for someone, but not for me.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 10/17/2023

started explaining why this one is a little lighter than last week's gallery wall behemoth bc of a uhhhh kind of dire week, personally and professionally speaking, but then realized when fic authors do that in front of chapters i don't actually care or require an excuse from them, im just delighted to have a new chapter.

listening

this is a deeply cheesy little folk song but the lyrics "man you name it and if we ain’t got it: we’ll get it" gave me a sensible chuckle.

now for a moment to expound upon houston: they truly have imported every possible food service establishment. the two chains i miss most from jersey, jersey mikes submarine sandwiches and 7-11 gas stations, are both here. i get that this is the fifth largest metro area in the US or whatever but both of these companies are SO niche. absolutely bonkers. spotify.

i think this started autoplaying after a playlist inspired by f/allout: new v/egas came on??

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reading

i originally had a very mean-spirited graf about the utility of a pool in northwestern massachusetts and the kind of person who can comfortably lose $31k, but it is genuinely awful that there are no rules around zelle. that money goes into a black fucking hole and there's no way to get it back, which is not the case for any other kind of recognized money except cryptocurrency

Did we confront Gary Kruglitz [the pool contractor]? Yes we did. We marched right into his office and grilled him hard until he defeated us with a simple and probing question: What's a zelle? It defied belief, we quickly realized, that a man who had been trapped in technological amber since the Nixon era was running a cyberscam designed to come between us and our money out of an AOL account.

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watching

Van Helsing (2004, dir. Sommers). this movie is horrible. this movie is terrific. i don't have anything to say about this movie bc i was distracted by equal opportunity tits and asses the entire time. the time of the “Kate Beckinsale in a corset” movie genre is long over but GOD. watched with my sister bc it's leaving tubi soon

playing

one week i will have the energy to try New Thing but until i do it’s genshin. there's a poetry event that has terribly boring minigames, but the story quest has finally tied a bow on a piece of folkore we came across in the very first release so that was fun!

wrapping up some stuff in sumeru bc im running out of map pins, this game has done one of the things i hate most: progress-locking one extremely long and tedious collectible hunt (the music gates) behind another extremely long and tedious collectible hunt (the robots locked in the vines). the next time i see one of those little fucking budget koroks i am going to drop kick it into the sun. what the fuck is the circumference of teyvat anyway. it feels like we have explored so little of this planet's surface

i have graphics turned down pretty low bc of performance issues on my elderly laptop and this is still such a remarkably pretty game. look at this big estuary leading off into the distance

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making

i wildly overextended myself this week, partially bc im trying to take advantage of this brief post-covid heightened immunity. lot of dinners. lot of late nights. on top of that BOTH of my siblings were in town for unrelated professional reasons this week :) no overlap so we did not have a nice fambly dinner :( but did have pretty okay separate dinners :) if they could learn to fucking communicate their trave plans and the number of peope that will be showing up at my home that would also be pretty okay >:(

one of the party games i played this week asked the question “what could you give a 40-minute PowerPoint presentation on” and i started saying facts about the downfall of the penn central railroad and they very nicely let me continue saying facts about the downfall of the penn central railroad, the largest bankruptcy in US history until ENRON, until the round timer went off.

i have some thoughts about Train Guys and how it's very easy to fall into being a Train Guy, bc there's a very easy template to follow, and there's a lot of Train Guy content, and have i been doing this bc i actually like trains, or bc it's easy to listen to Well There's Your Problem on repeat bc it's familiar and comforting, or do i just really really really fucking hate flying?

who could possibly say.

mackintosh update: allowed herself to be scooped up by my brother (who she met at christmas and loves) but did NOT allow herself to be pet by the strangers in his company. did hang out in the middle of the floor observing tho. a regular little extroverted socialite!

[black-queen-rising]

And The Gods had finally blessed her with a daughter

(Scene challenge for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood)

"She'll be a girl this time, I can feel it." "You've been wishing for a girl for a decade, your Grace." Rhaenyra's prediction was right, she finally got her girl that time, while everything else seemed to go wrong. After five taxing, anxiety-provoking, exhausting, but ultimately healthy pregnancies, Rhaenyra went into labor with her daughter nearly two moons early, only three into her tenure as her father's Hand. The Princess was born tiny and gasping, few expected her to survive a week, and then a moon, but now Visenya was ten; her mother had always insisted she survived because their whole family was so anxious for her, and so eager to give her love in what may be a short life, that she spent the first several moons of it continually held in different family member's arms. The Princess didn't even begin sleeping in her cradle until she'd surpassed the size the rest of her siblings were at birth.

Two features of Visenya's infancy had defined the past ten years of the younger Princess' life. First, she was small and sickly, the same height as her brother Baelon despite being two years older and still weighed less than him. Second, she was fervently, terribly affectionate, more judgmental types called her clingy, but Rhaenyra was well-familiar with children who fit that term, Luke and Baelon both spent years so attached to her hip they may as well have been sewn on there. Visenya was as eager to receive affection as she was to give it, a cuddler and a hugger, delighting in being dressed up by her mother and older sisters and carried around by her father and older brothers, but she was a lover, not a clinger.

"Mama! Mama!" Visenya came darting into the Princess-Hand's chambers that morning in a whirl of energy. The previous day she had only been half recovered from the most recent cold she had caught, easily catching two or three afflictions every moon. But just like all the other times, she seemed to return to her spritely, sparkling nature even faster than she became ill. In the blink of an eye her daughter was tugging on her skirts, half climbing onto her lap, "You said when I was well again I could see my new gown, and I'm well again now, and I wish to see before you're busy! Please Mama?"

Rhaenyra kissed her forehead, drawing a way with a wide smile and a soft laugh, "Does your father know you're back up and running, then?"

"Mhm!" She nodded, silvery waves jostling around her shoulders in excitement as she explained animatedly, "I jumped on him first, but he said I had to ask you about the gown. And Kepa is around during the day, but you've been so busy the past few weeks, I didn't know if I'd catch you."

"Oh my sweetling," Visenya was fully in her lap now, and Rhaenyra shooed away her ladies' maids who'd been assisting her with setting her hair and applying her cosmetics so she could wrap her arms around her daughter and snuggle with her fully for a moment. When the younger Princess was ill her heart always raced, often going so fast it impeded her breathing just as much as the colds and flus that caused it to begin with. The feeling of Visenya's body against her own, accompanied by a slow, steady heartbeat was a better remedy for her mother's anxiety than any tincture or draft Maester Gerardys could ever offer. "Of course you may see, you'll have to wait a little while more before you wear it though, and I won't have you begging to do so early, do we have an agreement?" She questioned her with a smile and Visenya returned it in kind, accompanied by another nod. "That's a good girl, let's get your hair fixed while I finish up here and then we'll go look and pick something else pretty for you to wear today."

Rhaenyra allowed Visenya to remain in her lap, as her ladies maids finished her own typically elaborate hairstyle, and she brushed out and then braided Visenya's in a crown around her head. The younger princess spent most of their time telling her mother about the newest book on stars she had gotten her hands on, and wholly consumed during the better moments during her illness. "And where did you manage to find this one?" Rhaenyra asked with a laugh, well aware of Visenya's propensity to "borrow" any and every text she could find concerning astronomy from everyone from her older brothers, and the King's private library, to anything the Maesters didn't nail down.

"It came in with all sorts of other ones when the host from Dorne arrived!"

Rhaenyra breathed a small sigh of relief at that, it was hardly stealing when her daughter had taken it off a stack treasures she'd counted out the highly generous return payment of gold and gemstones for herself. "Well, I'm glad you found something so enlightening to pass your time stuck in bed."

"Please may I keep it at least until Jaehaera and Jaehaerys arrive? I wish to show them too, all the drawings are so pretty, so it's much more interesting than just trying to explain with diagrams like they send from the Citadel."

"I don't see why not," Rhaenyra finishes her daughter's hair and stands her back up so she can find where the gown made for her upcoming--more like looming--coronation had been stored away. "Are you still excited to see them? We were all thinking you may not be up to company just yet."

"But they're not company, they're my friends! And I've missed them!" Visenya's gentle protesting made her laugh once more.

"You make a fair point there, I've missed your Aunt Helaena as well, it will be nice to see everyone." Rhaenyra knew her daughter was old enough now to catch the unspoken I hope at the end of her sentence, and so lays the dress down before she can inquire further so as not to burden her child of only ten with having to unpack those particular anxieties. The gown was made of silk, lace, and satin in a deep blush pink that did not quite border on red, inlaid with rubies, pearls, and onyx gems. It was extravagant, no doubt, but even so felt mildly restrained in a way for the eldest blood-daughter of the soon to be Queen, the girl who would--if the deal they made held for the better part of a decade--be the Lady, and then Princess, of the Targaryens of Dragonstone one day. But Rhaenyra tried to push that out of her mind as Visenya oohed and aahed over the gown for a long few moments.

Once she grew bored her daughter bounded for the doorway and then waited expectantly, clearly still hoping her mother would make good on her suggestion of helping her pick an outfit for the day. The younger Princess questioned as they walked back towards her own bedchamber, "After they visit, can I go back to Dragonstone with the twins for a while? Like we talked about..." She paused before adding in what seemed to be a justification, "I don't want them to go away for so long again."

Rhaenyra didn't know how to respond at first, busying herself by pulling out a couple of dresses from her daughter's wardrobe so she momentarily did not have to look her in the eye. She wanted to say no on instinct alone, to let her fears the endless wet and gray would put her little girl in a perpetual state of coughing and fevers overrule everything, even though she knew such a prospect was unlikely. She wanted to pretend the betrothal of Visenya to Jaehaerys as part of the agreement that gave her younger siblings Dragonstone was not a far kinder political arrangement on her end than theirs. She was her Princess, more valuable than any gold, jewels, or power. But Visenya was her sixth born, small, sickly, unimaginable at this age to bear children, there could be no better offer, not amongst their family, nor any of the Great Houses and if there was one thing Rhaenyra, Helaena, and even Alicent could see eye to eye on, it was that Princess' don't belong to their mothers, not forever, not for long enough. And it was still better for Visenya to belong to their House, their family, to the smart and gentle, sometimes shy boy her sister was raising, than anywhere else in a world so hostile to a small, sickly little girl.

Rhaenyra finally turned, holding out the dresses for Visenya to choose and responded, "One step at a time sweetling, let's keep you well through all these coming events your father and sisters and the Queen and I have all been working so hard to organize, and then we shall see, alright?"

Visenya was not entirely pleased by this, but it satisfied her enough for the time being. "I suppose...I want to wear the purple one though, so we can match!"

"I would be honored, my love."

[covenofwives]

Relaxing with the Gods: Wrestling

DreamXD finally gets the upper hand over Sapnap4K. It doesn't last long, and soon XD finds himself overpowered with 4K reminding him just what happens when you step out of line.

Finally comfortable to post another fic. Woo! This is also the start of my series "Relaxing with the Gods" which is fun little fics of the three God Siblings just hanging out with one another. I have two more done and a few other ideas for the series, but this is just something fun because I love the relationship between XD, HD and 4K, and exploring it more with their favourite past time. Also pls send in any requests or ideas you'd like to see/discuss, they are always a delight to read.

This fic is also very inspired from an ask from @starshinenova. So sorry it took me so long to get back to the ask, I hope this makes up for it.

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Gods had a rather straightforward system for levels of power and strength between them. Usually the older a God was, the stronger they were. Outside factors also mattered such as Gods having more of an advantage if they fought in their origin realm, and fights weren’t always determined by strength alone.

DreamXD knew that GeorgeHD was an older God, though he never showed much of his powers. HD seemed sluggish, never with enough strength, so XD maybe could have taken him. But Sapnap4K was a God of complete strength. A great sparring partner for XD, and challenge to overcome.

The favourite sparring match between the two was wrestling. Play wrestling. Most of the times it would happen when the two would meet in HD’s realm. The starry haired God would huff with annoyance at it, but he’d always lean his head up and watch.

Near every wrestling match ended with 4K winning. He’d always end up pinning the younger God and giving his ribs a few tweaks until XD tapped out. The Nether God may have acted casual but he was all muscle.

So XD’s mood was over the moon when he actually managed to pin down 4K for once. He managed to use his lower arms to trap 4K’s around his back, and used his upper arms to hold around the Nether God’s shoulder and neck to stop him wiggling. XD managed to pounce on him as 4K was kneeling down so his legs folded under him, unable to kick out.

XD was giggling almost hysterically with giddy energy. “What’s the matter 4Kaaaaay~”

“You little-!” 4K growled but he was smiling through it all.

“What was that about I’ll never get you, hmm?”

“Yohou got l-lucky!” 4K shuffled his shoulders and pulled at his arms but XD’s grip was surprisingly strong. “I’m tired is all!”

The two continued to scuffle but XD managed to keep the biggest God held down. HD chuckled from their watching position. They were laid out on their blankets, with a few of the blankets and pillows propped under their head as a lovely viewing platform. While it was fun to watch 4K actually getting overpowered for once, they knew it’d be short lived.

“You know when he gets out of there, he’s going to fuck you up.” HD pointed out.

“N-Naaah.” XD giggled. “He’ll be too tired surely…” Even the blonde’s voice didn’t really convince himself. There was a rational part warning himself that revenge was going to be coming eventually, but he was too busy basking in the glow of strength to pay it much mind.

“Lehet me up ahand find out!” 4K growled.

“Break out thehen!” XD giggled back.

The challenge was a mistake to put out. It lit something in 4K and kicked him into action. He pushed himself back against XD, making the other God push back to counter it. As soon as 4K felt the pressure he suddenly shot forward. XD wasn’t fast enough to keep his legs grounded and instead the blonde God was flipped over 4K’s shoulder and fell forward.

XD tumbled on the ground ahead, tangling himself up in his own cloak in the process. He quickly tried to right himself, wiggling and uncurling out the cloak to go on the defence. 4K still hadn’t moved, but he was shuffling and repositioning his legs to stand up. The Nether God didn’t look angry and yet that just made it more terrifying, because he had the widest smile and took one step towards XD.

“N-Nohoho!” XD couldn’t help the nervous giggles that bubbled up in his throat. He kicked his legs to shuffle himself back. “I-Ihi’m sohohorry!”

“Oh are you?” 4K’s grin only grew wider. He brought his hands up, making it a show to crack his knuckles. “I don’t think you’re sorry enough.”

“Ihihi aham!” XD scrambled back in a panic.

“Oho, you’re in trouble now~” HD teased.

At the sound of HD’s voice, XD quickly turned and darted. While trying to keep an eye on 4K, he quickly scurried behind HD. He pulled the smaller God to sit up from his laying position and hid as much as he could behind him.

“Wh-WHAHAT are yohou doing?!” HD lifted his arm to look back at XD, who was trying to pathetically hide himself in HD’s robes.

“S-Sahave mehe!” XD giggled. HD was smaller and it would have made more sense that if he was going to hide anywhere XD should have hid under the blankets. But something in him wanted to hide behind a person. To get comfort from an actual person to protect him.

Again, a mistake to go to HD.

“Wehell I can’t sahave you from him!” HD shook his robes out of XD’s hands but he was smiling widely. It was weirdly charming to see XD acting like the youngest among them and the infectious glee even swept up HD.

“N-NohOHO!” XD ducked further behind HD and grabbed around his sides. “D-Dohon’t let him nehear meee!”

“A-AHACK!” HD wiggled and his hands shot to XD’s wrists. “G-Gehet ohohoff!”

“Oh, are you defending him now?” 4K hummed as he slowly stepped closer. His hand were up and fingers wiggling in anticipation, or training. “How brave of you HD.”

“Ihihi’m nohot!” HD squeaked. He tried to jump away but XD held on tight to his sides. “LehEHET GOHOHO!”

“Noho! S-Stop him fihirst!”

The two bickered with HD struggling to pry XD’s fingers off him and 4K used that distraction to launch himself forward. HD screamed more than XD did, but that was in part due to 4K approaching and another from XD pushing him forward into 4K’s path.

The youngest God quickly scrambled to his feet and tried to dash away. He might have gotten far if his distraction work, but 4K quickly dodged out of HD’s way and headed straight for his target. He tackled into XD and the two scuffled on the ground before 4K eventually won out.

He had both sets of XD’s wrists grabbed and stretched out to the sides. XD’s legs kicked but 4K quickly solved that problem, wrapping his own legs around the End God’s waist to stop the wriggling and kicking from getting too much.

Struggling after that was rendered pointless, as XD quickly found out. They tried to pull their arms and shake their hips but they weren’t moving. XD gave up with a mix of a huff and a low whine. They risked a peek over their shoulder to see 4K’s white gleaming fangs in a wide grin. XD couldn’t hold back a giggle.

“Hi XDeeee~”

“N-Nohooo pleeeease…” XD tried to sink their head into their own shoulders, but it was near impossible to hunch their shoulders enough to hide. “I’m sohohorry…!”

“Oh you will be.” 4K’s voice growled, but it was so light and mixed a purr that it wasn’t a real threat. Well, at least not a violent one.

“If he doesn’t make you sorry for it, I will!”

XD’s ears twitched and looked up to see HD approaching the two. He looked dishevelled and a lot more grumpy than usual, and even through the thick goggles XD could feel those eyes glaring at him.

A deep feeling of doom settled at the bottom of XD’s stomach and refuse to shift. “N-Noho…” His legs shuffled and tried to kick himself away, but all it did was dig his heels into the ground and push himself more into 4K’s chest. “Na…H-HeheD! H-Help mehehe!”

“Help you?! After throwing me into his path, I should think not!” HD’s voice shrilled with disbelief and huffed.

“No! I’m-I’m sohohorry! I pahani-IHIHIK!”

A soft fluttering feeling licked up XD’s ribs to his armpit and sent a shock wave of surprise and ticklish electricity through his skin. His back arched and he looked down to see 4K’s tail poised threateningly close to his armpit.

The black velvety tail ended with a tuft of softer black fur. It flicked, almost tauntingly, so close to XD’s ribs but not touching them. When it moved up to the hollows of XD’s top armpit, the blond God squealed and wriggled.

“NO! NOhoHOHO! NoHOHOT THAHAT!” XD pleaded.

The wispy ends of the tail just traced over the edge of XD’s armpits, drawing out high giggles which were more from nerves than it really tickling. 4K could feel XD shudder and try to angle himself away but he wasn’t moving far. Certainly not when the tail dug in, flicking back and fourth over the sensitively exposed underarm.

XD kicked up instantly, arching their back and kicking their legs into the ground. They pulled and struggled but 4K’s hold was unwavering.

“Oh that must tickle a lot, XD. Look how squirmy you are!” The Nether God cooed into XD’s ear. “Your face is burning up red too!”

“STOHOP! STAHAHAP! P-PLEASE!” XD tried pulling on his arms but it was no use before the tickling and even after the tickling he felt like he had the strength of a kitten. All he could do to work out the tickly feeling running through his nerves was shake his head and kick his legs slightly.

“Oh but this is no good. You’ve got four tickly armpits and I only have one tail.” 4K sighed. “But only if…”

The tickling eased and eventually stopped, though it took longer for XD to realise. The tingling faded out with XD’s giggles, eventually letting the End God regain his breath. This meant he was fully aware to see 4K lift up his tail again. XD giggled, remembering it brushing along his skin, but the giggling quickly turned to a gasp when he watch the tail began to split apart, morphing into four separate tails. They were thinner than before but the ends were still fluffed up and soft looking.

The four tails wagged, snapping XD out of their stun and the struggling started again. “N-NOHO! NO! 4Kaahahay! Th-That’s tohoho much!”

“Oh no, too much would be maybe two tails in each of your armpits. I think this is just fine actually.” 4K grinned against XD’s neck.

The tails split and slowly made their way towards XD again. Two curled around to XD’s other side and they attacked, all four tails swirling and tickling into XD’s armpits.

XD’s laughter came out in loud howls, between his pleading for 4K to stop. He struggled and pulled near hard enough to break out of 4K’s hold, but the Nether God held strong. The tickling didn’t last as long as before, not wanting to completely overwhelm the younger God and XD calmed again with left over giggles and breathless pleading.

“Puh…plehehease. Nohoho mohohore.”

“Looks like you nearly killed him.” HD spoke up. The other God had been silently watching it all from his position and stepped closer to the two.

4K grinned over XD’s shoulder, leaning his chin over and letting the stubble tickle along XD’s skin and send him into new flurry of giggles. “You want a shot at his armpits? Little revenge for throwing you under the bus?”

“I think he’ll really die if he gets tickled there again.” HD replied thoughtfully. “However…”

XD jumped slightly when he felt a weight on his legs and watched as HD settled over his lap. Now his legs were fully trapped as well as his arms. He gave a few experimental kicks, finding them truly stuck, and then sucked in his stomach with a gasp as HD brought his wiggling fingers in closer.

“NO! F-Fuhuhuck! NO! HD plehehehease!”

“I think I’m owed a little revenge. After you so coldly used me as a body shield.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I said I was sohohorry! N-NOHOHO!”

HD dove in, wiggling their fingers over XD’s stomach and around his sides. XD threw his head back in a deep laugh, shaking his head and trying in vain to kick his legs under HD. It turned into giggles when HD focused on his hips, but then it suddenly kicked up into howling.

4K’s tail were tired of waiting, and began tickling into XD’s armpits again. XD’s face turned red, barely able to speak but eventually managing to scream out. “Stohohohop! STOP! I GIHIHIVE! GLAHAHADE! GLAHAHAHADE!”

The tails retracted from his armpits and his arms dropped heavily by his sides. HD’s hands stayed on his tummy, but they flattened his palms to rub soothingly into his stomach and sides. XD’s head fell to the side, only being held up because it had fallen into 4K’s neck. If it wasn’t for the deep purring right by his ears XD was sure he would have fallen asleep.

“You alright?” HD’s voice cut through the fog of tiredness clouding in XD’s mind.

XD only nodded. He was doing well to stave off his sleeps but HD’s hand caressed down his face and he melted into it. The starry haired God’s fingers fell down to XD’s chin, scratching under and over his jaw while 4K manoeuvred XD to lie down.

Somehow, probably due to HD’s magic, XD found himself laying over soft blankets while 4K curled around him. He was still getting scratches under his chin but now it was from HD’s ethereal hands. HD’s real hands were softly patting over XD’s stomach and sides.

“Even though you did deserve to be tickled for being such a cocky bastard, I hope it wasn’t too much.” 4K purred by XD’s ear.

XD shook his head because he couldn’t find the strength to form any words. His mouth felt heavy and it was a struggle to keep his eyes open. He got out a yawn as one of the helper hands scratched just under his jaw.

“Alright. Let him sleep.” HD pat over XD’s stomach before pulling their hand back. The ethereal hands gave a few more scratches before fading away, leaving XD’s chin feeling warm and tingly.

“I think it’s perfect time for a nap.” 4K agreed. He shuffled his arm under XD, cuddling him in closer before reaching out and tugging one of HD’s robes “You too.”

“Yeah yeah.” HD huffed but he smiled as he was pulled down and cuddled in beside XD. He rested his head over the End God’s shoulder as 4K wrapped his arm around both of them.

In their last moment of being awake, XD could feel 4K sigh softly above them and HD nuzzle into their shoulder. They felt warm, soft and very much loved.

[chi-ow-hua]

tw: intrusive thoughts, compulsion stuff (but like, mental health, not magic), ableism, mentions of drugs and addiction

Will, as most of the people who bother to unmask his easygoing persona will gladly tell you, is a bit of a control freak.

He doesn't actually know what drugs feel like. He knows Michael used to smoke weed with the Stolls sometimes. "Only way to deal with all these suicidal fuckheads" he'd grumble when Will glared at him in disapproval. But that was always away from the rest of camp and also not a very regular occurence. Will knows that because he started secretly going through Michael's dirty laundry after he caught him the first time, and Mike was always very bad at hiding the smell. (He managed to hold himself back from doing the same for the Stolls, though. He can justify it to himself if it's his own siblings; but elder teens from another cabin he barely talks to? That would just be deranged behavior.)

Will has never partaken in hard drugs or known someone who does. He has never experienced addiction, or met anyone suffering from one. Not as far as he knows, anyways. He can reluctantly admit that his paranoia regarding addiction probably borders on irrational. He knows a huge number of campers were not very happy at the abrupt decline of drugs and medication in the infirmary after the mantle of head medic got thrust upon him - including his own siblings, who know he would rather spend more energy than necessary on his healing than just sucking it up and prescribing some fucking advil.

But he looks at the neatly labeled opioids and over-the-counter drugs and all he can think about is schizophrenia and apoplexy and overdosing. Besides, Chiron seemed very happy with Will's new policy. "It will save us so much money" he'd muttered in utter delight, and Will realized he'd never thought much about how camp financed itself. He'd assumed the gods just... created money. Or something. But he should've figured that anything even resembling child support would have them hightailing in the opposite direction.

The drugs are locked away in a cabinet. Will used to have the only key. Upon severe complaints from his cabin and multiple attempted heists, he reluctantly gave Chiron the backup. He tries not to think about Austin's disappointment when he refused to give it to him. It had been a silent plea for trust, and Will is ashamed to say that he can't. Not when it comes to this.

Will knows that his siblings would never do anything. They are reliable and responsible and have endured too many lectures to ever be this stupid. He knows very well that they would never abuse of the cabinet, because he actively reminds himself of that fact every time he sees Kayla pale and trembling and with vomit stains on her camp shirt or Gracie so gaunt you can count every single one of her tiny ribs. Images that are not real and could never be real because they are all smart and responsible and reliable and would never abuse of the cabinet.

He still doesn't give them a key, though.

For all that will can't stop thinking about morphine and oxycodone and hydrocodone, he doesn't feel any desire to try them. The problem isn't him. It's the others. Because they hear the words but they don't know them. Not like Will does. They don't understand it, don't see the risks, don't feel the symptoms, don't see their siblings. Will knows better, and it is his duty as head medic to protect them. "i will give no deadly medicine to any one if asked, nor suggest any such counsel". Will tried to make the rest of his cabin learn the hippocratic oath too, but was severely outlaughed and outvoted. "You aren't even old enough to go to uni", as if that made a difference. Maybe Will isn't a doctor in the traditional sense, but he is the closest thing camp has.

Everyone can get caught up in an addiction, Will knows that all too well. Especially if you think that you are immune somehow, stronger than your own biology. No one is. Will knows that. Just as he knows that he will not become an addict because he knows better and has never once used the key always hanging around his neck. Another pearl, another year without an overdose. Maybe he is a control freak, maybe it would make things easier for everyone involved, maybe he knows that there must be something wrong with him, but maybe he is also saving his fellow campers lives. Maybe doing anything else would rob him his sleep, even more than it already does. "Its patronizing", Kayla said quietly. She is always loud, except when she is really angry. But maybe there is nothing wrong with his urge to protect. Why should she know better than him, anyways?!

The acetone and disinfectant are locked in a different cabinet. Everyone has a key for that one, because they are always in demand. "Why", tired and confused and annoyed and not actually expecting an answer. "There's a precedent" had been his non-answer, doing exactly as they'd known he would. Will can only use the disinfectant that is already in the dispenser. He threw his own key into the lake, one of the times he'd volunteered to care for their overnight patients on his own. (He knows he has the only key besides chiron, but it's better to be safe than sorry.) The patients were sleeping. The key had been on his necklace, tinkling along with the other, and then the bottle of desinfectant had been in his hand. He'd managed to put it back. Then he had run towards the shore before he could change his mind. He felt the splash in his bones, imagined it sinking into the depths of the lake. Hoped it stayed gone forever while simultaneously having to hold himself back from jumping in after it. Will couldn't become addicted, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

There was no reasonable way to lock away the soap in the bathroom. That was okay, though. He was used to staring, and most of the time he managed to wash the foam down the drain.

Will is in Nico's cabin, waiting for the other to return from the arena. He knows it's a privilege. Nico doesn't like his cabin. Nico really doesn't like people being in his cabin, especially without him. He keeps threatening to reform and redecorate, but always finds an excuse not to go through with it in the end. Will is starting to think that that is by design. It makes him a bit sad to think about. Of course Nico would also have his idiosyncrasies, being a child of the big three, but it's still painful. He wishes he could do something to make it better. Will still looks forward to their potential ikea trip whenever Nico mentions it.

Nico trusts Will. Or at least he hasn't invited anyone else to hang out in his cabin besides Reyna, Jason and his sister, which has to count for something. He stares at the pile of laundry - all black, except for one obnoxious yellow sweater he'd stolen from Will. Will hadn't asked for it back, even though it was soft and comforting and had been a gift to him from his mom. He'd always taken it off before performing any medical procedures - something he stopped bothering with for the rest of his clothes - meaning it was miraculously blood-free. He remembers being a bit surprised when Nico had clung onto this one, out of everything. Normally he tended towards the goriest ones. Said the stains were necessary in order not to clash with his aesthetic.

Nico prefers to keep to himself, values his personal space and his privacy. But Will looks and can't stop staring. Deranged, he remembers thinking. He'd barely been able to justify it when doing it to his brother. Doing it to anyone else would be-. Especially to Nico. Nico, who trusted him to stay alone in his cabin. Nico, who was one of the few campers to never ask for something to relieve the pain. Werewolf scratches were known to be particularly painful. Why had he never asked? (wouldn't he be doing him a favor? "into whatever houses i enter, i will go into them for the benefit of the sick")

Will, as most of the people who bother to unmask his easygoing persona will gladly tell you, is a bit of a control freak. He tries to tell himself that it isn't wrong. Tries to convince himself that it is, that there is nothing he could say or think that could justify it. Deranged. Will thinks he hears steps approaching and launches himself onto Nico's bed, where he'd been sitting before. The laundry pile - in even more disarray than before - glares disapprovingly. Only way to deal with it, he says. I'm doing it for nico, he begs to himself. Then why are you trying to hide it, his mind answers. Will tries to look away from the pile, but can't stop his eyes from glancing back.

"I'm gonna shower real quick, okay?" Nico, opening the door. "Have fun", Will answers, actively not looking at the laundry. And then, because he loves the nonsensical shot of adrenaline and superiority it gives him, "I see you found my sweater. You know, the one that mysteriously disappeared last week."

He holds his breath. Will doesn't know what he was expecting, but Nico doesn't deliver. Barely even glances at the pile. "I was literally wearing it yesterday, Solace. I know you know it. You were there." And then he rolls his eyes and disappears behind the bathroom door. And Will suppresses the urge to follow him inside and eat his soap.