#grace you forgot paul

[sandushengshou]

Interview with the Vampire | 1x02 “...After the Phantoms of Your Former Self”

[panzershrike-pretz]

Almost rebloged a Band of Brothers post to the Nerdy Prudes Must Die tag

That would've been fun-

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Seth clearwater x Male!Vampire! Reader

Summary: Seth forgot yalls two year anniversary due to the hustle of Emily, Sam's wife, the birth of the twins. But thankfully he knows just how to make you melt for him 💕🥀

You weren't having a good day, whatsoever. Seth and your anniversary was two nights ago, yet he completely forgot. Sure, Emily went into labor that day, but you didn't even get a text! Besides that, as usual in Forks, it was raining, ew. Your job was hell, too many customers, and being understaffed wasn't for the weak. Sam was also refusing you from seeing the twins, but it was completely understandable. Fresh babies, Emily was still bleeding from labor, and well, you're a vampire.

You pulled into the driveway of Seth and your small cabin in the Rez, soft browns and dark greens greeted you along with the scent of dog and rain. Seth's old beat up red truck was in the garage, but there was no clue if he was home. You slid off your shoes by the other sets in the kitchen, slowly making your way to the bedroom, first you weren't paying any sort of attention till you heard his nervous heart beat. Turning you were greeted with a Seth that was only in a pair of boxers, your favorite ones matteroffactly, and on your nightstand was a small basket of things you could use.

"I know I forgot our anniversary, but-." He cut himself off with a huff when you walked away towards the bathroom. "Dammit baby. I'm sorry!" He groaned as he heard the door close. He'd have to try harder than that, wouldn't he?

When you got back into the room, there was a fresh cup of warm blood and a few treats you knew he put the blood pills in so you wouldn't get sick from the human food part. You sighed as he wrapped his arms around your delicate hips, "Let me make it up to you. How can i?"

You leaned back into him, before smirking, "Baby me." And he paused, "I do that anyways." He kissed at your neck, "No, no. Like give me princess treatment."

He huffed a small laugh at your words, "Yeah? That's what you want? Fine."

He sat you on the bed, grabbing your Noir body cream that Leah had gifted you religiously the last three years for Christmas. Seth and you had only dated for two, but you were a lot closer to the pack than the Cullens were, surprisingly. Mostly cause you actually had a human sense of humor and could take Paul's moodswings like it was nothing.

He went to work, babying you as you had called it. Rubbing your legs, thighs, and then your hips. His lips grazed your skin as he worked his way up. You'd sigh here and there cause even though you didn't feel much, your work would somehow manage to wear you out. "Work was terrible, wasn't it?" He asked between soft kisses at your thighs, you grunted a soft yes, leaning back into bed as he made it to your sides.

You let out a breathless sigh as his tounge traced your v-lines, he smirks before biting at the sensitive skin under your naval. "Seth, don't tease." You grunted, and since he was working to get back in your good graces, he stopped before making you turn over to lay on your stomach. You whined in soft pain as he massaged the back of your thighs, those were always the worst! As he made his way to your back, you could feel him settle right behind the curve of your ass. You grabbed a pillow to rest your head on, feeling his hard erection press into your ass every so often. It was an amazement as to what could get him hard, which was almost anything as long as it was you. Guessing that since you were butt ass naked in bed, his big hands massaging at you, it couldn't be helped that he was turned on.

Even after he had finished massaging you, he kept his groin pressed right into your ass, hand dipping under your left hip to try and find your own cock. "Need ya so bad, prince." He mumbled, nibbling at your shoulder. Prince, the nickname he'd give you only when he wanted to get his way, sneaky bastard.

You arched lightly and sighed as his warm, smooth hand wrapped around your hard cock. His thumb grazes your tip, and he let out a soft whine as he felt the precum leaking. Afterward, it didn't need words. You and Seth knew each other like worn-out books. He had you on your side, a leg hooked at his hip, back ti his chest as he fucked into you. One hand at your hip, the other at your throat. Sure, you didn't breathe, but the kink was hot enough. Besides, he could easily snap your neck if he wanted. Your own length wasn't neglected, no you had your delicate hand wrapped around it, stroking it in tune with his thrusts. He was already ass drunk, as he usually got. Letting out soft growls on how you're his mate and how good it feels to be inside you. You loved Seth, dearly, but damn his cock was perfect. Not overly big, a good 5 1/2 inches with just enough girth to stretch you out. You could remember the first time yall had sex, he was so embarrassed cause you had at least two inches more. But you snapped that shit in the bud quickly, you didn't need that stereotypical "Bigger guys are better" bullshit. You had your mate and that was that.

" 'M gonna come." You mumbled as your ass tightened around him, his thrusts had been sloppy the last five minutes. His own release was impending. "God, yes. Do it, baby." He panted before asking softly, "Bite me?"

Was it dangerous? Yes. Was it stupid to put yourselves in this predicament? Also yes, but Sethy loved to feel your fang sink into him without taking his blood, and you had learned to not have your venom release so it was easier. You grabbed his arm, kissing at the place you'd bite, grazing your fangs before sinking them into him. He whimpered in relief and slammed into you a few times before you felt his hot release fill you up. You pulled your mouth away, kissing the bite and the small blood dots as his other hand pumped your cock till it spilled itself all over the bed.

The both of you cleaned up before calling it a night. The rain was still going, and you cradled your sweet wolf boy while he slept. Oh what you'd do to never let this change.

[all-time-alt-country-singer]

hello y’all!!

hi y’all!

name: Naomi Solace

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: pansexual

status: single

age: why do you wanna know?

child: Will Solace

If you are a demigod and ever need a place to stay, my doors are open.

I make alt-country music and perform sometimes

I use darling and honey as gender neutral names

I’m here to hang out with other demigod’s mortal parents!

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OOC: guidelines on the rp group

This is just a roleplay for the mortal parents of demigods -no gods-

Feel free to interact as characters- whether canon or oc- -if a will solace acc already sent an ask/interacted and you want your will acc to interact, feel free too!!-

gods’s blogs can interact as well

cussing is allowed but NO NSFW at all

be kind!!

If you want to join out of character has to be a minor -we are rping adults but we are all minors-

feel free to dm or put in my ask or under this post ask to be added -on either this acc or my main

if you want to make a mortal parent of canon demigods if they don’t have a named canon one (ex. Clarisse), you can!

you can also be mortal parents of your ocs

dead parents are aloud

If you want to try to use the tag ‘mortal parent hangout’ but no pressure

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

ooc: people who are available/tags for accounts:

Sally Jackson- @i-sell-seashells-by-the-seashore

Paul Blofis

Frederick Chase

Tristan McLean

Darren Knowles

Latricia Lake

Beryl Grace- @yourlocalsuperstar

Esperanza Valdez- @esperanza-valdez-official

Emily Zhang

Marie Levesque-

Maria di Angelo- @that-one-lover-of-hades

Julian Ramírez-Arellano

Mr. Beauregard

May Castellan

Léa La rue- @the-original-la-rue

ocs parents:

Kelly- @professional-disney-adult

Sora Tora- @sora-tora

Alina Czajka- @alina-wonders

lmk if I forgot anyone!! 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

OOC:

my main: @that-dam-heartstopper-fan

out of characters will look like this: (ooc: ____)

I might try to use tags but I’m very bad about it

This rp group is mainly for the mortal parents to hang out and maybe gossip talk about raising a demigod

[mouldycakes]

Into the blue (2005)

So I was wondering if anyone has written a Mcdanno fanfic using this movie?

Imagine Jared Cole (from Into the Blue, played by the late Paul Walker) visits Danny (Bryce in the movie) and Steve may/may not get a little bit jealous from the way they're constantly on each others' personal space*, or the fact that Danny will jump into the water and swim with him with barely a word of protest**, or that Grace happily jumps into his arms screaming 'Uncle Jared!'. I just think it's be nice if Danny had another friend outside of work you know?

And if it gets Steve to make a move - if they're not in a relationship already - then much better 👀

Politely tagging @trickster-archangel, @teruel-a-witch and @murphyhatesme for the next part because it was during this movie's filming bts that we got the closest to 'Danny in lingerie' there is (to my limited knowledge, correct me if I'm wrong) because of these posts:

Post 1 - Post 2 - Post 3 - I love you guys tags and they inspired this post (LizzyBear I'm going through your fics as we speak! Loving them so much <3 Possessive!Steve is my absolute jam)

It's Scott in a bikini, with Paul holding him and grabbing one of his tits pecs - and bonus pic of Paul showing off his muscles; look at these goofs:

Source: this blog - the pics are originally from JustJared.com but I couldn't find them there.

*These are just 3 scenes, there's a lot more. I forgot to include the one where Jared gets Bryce away from a fight, Bryce tries to argue, immediately gives up and apologizes when he sees Jared angry with him, and they hug. It's cute! Also there were apparently more scenes with Paul and Scott in the water and according to an interview with Jessica Alba, but were cut:

"Scott and Paul rubbed more skin together than you and Paul did. Alba: I'm with you. There was actually this one sequence that got cut from the movie and I hope it makes it to the DVD. It was so homoerotic. Scott and Paul did this swim underwater on top of each other. There was this really pretty music so I had to tease them about that for a while."

**Maybe Jared is the one who makes Danny love water again after Billy? But he kinda tied it to Jared alone, so when he tells Steve that he knows how to swim but just for survival, it's just because he doesn't feel like digging up all of that for someone he just met.

But! If anyone knows a mcdanno fic like this, please let me know!!

To be honest, I don't recommend this movie for anything other than how all over each other Paul and Scott were; the treatment of the women was... 'meh' to put it nicely, very early 2000's, though they do redeem themselves with the damsel in distress saving herself at the end I guess.

You can watch the movie here: https://www.braflix.st/movie/11968

Make sure you have UBlock Origin!! It'll get annoying otherwise.

[pynkhues]

https://x.com/snow_droplet/status/1836806686041944275

lots of people see this scene (louis reading madame bovary) as a one more confirmation of louis = housewife = mother. just as the yellow painting depicting mother and child. why do you think he relates to these works so much? and what do you think it says about writers' intent wrt his character?

Mm, I can see the thought process, but having read Madame Bovary a number of years ago, I'm a little surprised at the interpretation of Louis as Emma, who cheats because she finds monogomy boring, provincial life even more so, and dislikes motherhood - three things that I'd associate a lot more with Lestat than I would with Louis given a) Antoinette, and the fact that Louis never cheated on Lestat given he only had sex with Jonah when the relationship was opened up, b) Lestat spent most of his mortal life trying to escape the French countryside when Louis has only ever lived in cities, and c) his Whole Deal with Claudia.

I do think that it's worth noting too that the copy of Madame Bovary Louis' reading is actually Lestat's, not Louis':

It also shows I think a real sense of taking Louis' self-assessment when he's at one of his lowest points of depression across the course of the series, as an actual representation of himself? Claudia calling Louis a housewife was pretty specifically about trying to emasculate him into action, and we're sitting with Louis here where he does feel emasculated. Louis does find purpose through work - he's an ambitious man and a capitalist from the moment we meet him - and him being forced out of the upper echelon of earning capacity due to his race is both, of course, racist, but I think also is something he does find emasculating.

Louis always took his role as provider seriously with the du Lac's, I think both as eldest son and patriarch (and I kinda touched on it in my post about Grace, but the show flirts a little with gothic themes of a perverted family structure there in that Louis is both father and brother to Grace and Paul, and son and husband to Florence), and I think even having the illusion that he was providing for at least Claudia, if not Lestat (who of course is cashed-up from Magnus), was still a crucial part of his identity. It's why it's easy for him to fall into a (again, perverted) version of that role with Armand.

That's even without getting into the Capitalism of it all, haha. I actually forgot this and just caught it again on my (very slow) re-watch, but The Azaelia isn't Louis' only business at the time when it starts getting targeted. He's invested in, at the very least, grocery stores and millineries, which Lestat points out to him when Louis' making his No Whites Allowed sign:

This - - again - - is emasculating. Grocery stores and hat makers are very specifically pink-collar industries, and Louis' been making a fortune not off women's quote-unquote 'interests', he's been making it off women's bodies. And again, one day, I'm going to write my Louis-is-a-misogynyst post, but for now, my point is that it's the insult of this that fuels Louis' (rightful!) anger, not his relation to it.

The painting I do think is a bit different, but that's kind of harder to talk about given visual art is so subjective (and honestly I know less about it / can speak to it less). I do think it's significant though that the artist is a Black man, and someone who's still pretty up and coming. The maternal side there I can see, but I don't think it's as absolute as others, just personally.

[absentwritersblog]

4.

Emily Young was on the verge of losing her temper and getting sick from nerves.

For the past three hours and an uncertain number of minutes, her fiancé Sam Uley and his absent father Joshua Uley had been tugging at and letting go of a rope that was soon to snap. Paul Lahote and Jared Cameron, Sam's close friends, couldn't help but feel that this was a chronicle of an inevitable disaster. They fervently hoped their friend wouldn't lose his mind and end up hurting his father, but they couldn't foresee any other ending to the tragicomedy they were all witnessing.

Being the only woman present, with the gift of kindness in her actions, Emily decided to handle the situation in her own way-bribing the Uleys with what she did best: homemade food. She prepared a grand dinner, worthy of a competition medal. She focused on decorating the table in a subtle yet elegant manner and called all the men to eat, including her father-in-law. She attempted to steer the conversation toward common and ordinary topics, but everything ended in an argument or a malicious joke between the Uleys.

When she heard the knocks on the door, she was the first to rise from her seat. With a sigh of relief, she put on her best smile and opened the front door.

As if she hadn't already experienced enough surprises for the day, she found herself facing three young people: a thin and petite woman with black hair and a mix of brown an green eyes, with the same skin tone as Sam or perhaps a shade paler, with delicate and Latin features. While her appearance could have mistaken her for a sweet woman, she radiated power and strength, something so palpable it intimidated Emily, especially with her deeply furrowed brow that seemed almost personal.

Behind the young woman stood two teenagers. One was a taller boy with similar Latin features and the same eyes than the woman, transformed into stunning beauty. He appeared younger, but the grin he wore made her doubt that; it was almost mocking.

Lastly, the youngest of the group was nearly the same height as the older woman, with long, wavy, jet-black hair, and eyes so dark they could get lost in the night, filled with an overwhelming sadness-unquestionably a pre-teen.

"Sorry to bother you, I'm Grace Uley, and I'm looking for my father, Joshua," spoke the leader of the trio. Her voice was harsh and dry, not seeming to have any intention of making friends. Nevertheless, Emily insisted with her smile and opened the door wider as an invitation.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Emily, Sam Uley's fiancée. Your father is in the dining room, please come in," she replied kindly, stepping aside to let the three new members of a family she never knew existed enter.

She closed the door and mentally braced herself for the next few moments, unsure of how her future husband or his friends would react. When she returned to the dining room, everyone was standing in silence, eyeing each other with suspicion and disdain.

"Sam, dear, this is Grace Uley, and-"

"I'm Lucas Uley, and this is Anna Uley. Apparently, we're all children of the same devil," the boy introduced himself, his charismatic grin never fading. He extended his hand to greet Sam, and though Sam hesitated for a moment, he accepted it. The handshake was a symbol of peace and reluctant understanding. After all, they were half-brothers and had more in common than they thought.

"Not even the devil would want anything to do with a drunk old man. Why did you come to bother the one child you once forgot?" Grace interrupted angrily, glaring at each of the strangers before her. Her eyes landed on Paul, and for a moment, her face contorted in a yearning she didn't recognize. The surprise overwhelmed her, and her furrowed brow disappeared. She tried to regain her composure, but it seemed almost impossible to tear her gaze away from the young man, who wore the same expression of astonishment. Lucas cleared his throat softly, bringing Grace back to reality. She silently thanked her brother.

"Are they also half-siblings, or are you fresh out of surprises, Joshua?"

"No, no!" Joshua replied, laughing. "Only Sam and you three carry my surname."

Understanding the weight of the moment, Sam introduced his friends to his newfound family.

"These are Paul Lahote and Jared Cameron, friends and... coworkers. Grace, thank you for coming without prior notice to pick up Joshua. Lucas, Annie, thank you for accompanying Grace on such a long journey. If you'd like, you are welcome to sit and join us for the dinner my fiancée Emily prepared," he said solemnly.

"Exactly! There's not much left, but I can cook something fresh for you if you'd like. Or perhaps I could make some tea?" Emily added excitedly.

"Thank you, but we must decline. We have a long drive back. Joshua, are you ready?" Grace replied.

Joshua nodded and murmured his farewells to the group. When he reached Emily, he took her hand and kissed the back of it, eliciting a gasp of surprise from the woman and collective scolding from his children. Sam grabbed the back of Joshua's coat, dragging him to the front door and shutting it firmly, to the delight of everyone present. Realizing what had just happened, he blushed and witnessed how laughter erupted around him, including his fiancée's.

"I sincerely apologize for the chaos," Sam said through poorly concealed laughter. "Grace, may we talk for a moment? Your siblings can accompany your father in the meantime."

"Forget it, big guy. I'm not leaving my sister alone in a house full of strangers. Don't push whatever little trust was built," Lucas snapped on his sister's behalf, stepping beside her protectively. Generally, he described himself as a calm person, silently watching over his sisters while Grace fought like a lioness. But when he was the one angered, it was like Zeus' fury unleashed on anyone who dared to threaten or discomfort his sisters.

Sam raised both hands in surrender, while Paul smirked. Even if he couldn't protect Grace, at least Lucas would-a comforting thought for his soul and heart. Everyone watched as Sam scribbled quickly on an unused napkin and handed it to Grace and Lucas.

"Here's my number. Don't hesitate to call if anything happens," he said sincerely.

Grace hesitated but eventually took the napkin and slipped it into her back pocket. She briefly smiled at her older half-brother, a fleeting expression of sincerity that Sam felt deeply. Grace then jotted her number on another napkin and passed it to Lucas to write his as well. With confidence, she approached Sam and placed the napkin on the table.

"Here are our numbers. Joshua will come back-he's like a cancer, and if you don't cut him out, he'll consume you. Don't expose your woman to his plague. Thanks for everything," Grace said with her signature seriousness before walking to the door. As she passed Emily, she gently squeezed her arm and gave her a warm smile, then disappeared into the night. Lucas and Anna followed, saying their goodbyes and giving a brief hug to the lady of the house.

As the siblings reached their car, Joshua was already asleep in the back seat. Lucas rolled his eyes and sat beside him, allowing both sisters to sit up front, safely away from the old man's stench.

Paul Lahote watched through the window as the Uley car disappeared into the night, wondering if he would ever see Grace again. Beside him, Sam placed a hand on his shoulder, silently attempting to console his friend, who was beginning to experience a whirlwind of new emotions that, by the law of the ancestors, would last forever.

[hereghostslive]

hmm. doesn't seem like much of a time jump here. some thoughts:

1. Train derailment is going to be cool. Can't wait for TK to get hurt again.

2. Still thinking that grace leaves because of the Wyatt thing. Hope its not out of resentment, just more of a wyatt-needs-help kind of way so grace takes a step back. not ideal but I really can't take it if grace departs on bad terms with no way for any reconciliation to happen.

3. Marjan and Paul best friend-ism being tested?? hell yeah. just need more of them on screen anyway but excited to see them go head to head again.

4. The line about Tommy is pretty vague and not all that interesting. Sigh ... I fear losing the tommy-grace friendship is going to make this even less interesting.

5. Congrats to everyone who wrote 30th birthday fics lol. Excited for someone from TK's past showing up, but if it's a friend, how in the world would that change their lives forever? If it's Alex that seems quite dramatic. "Changing their lives forever" to me sounds a bit like a reference to kids ... perhaps it's Jonah. They adopt him? Something happens to Enzo maybe? but referring to Jonah as "someone from TK's past" is objectively hilarious. like yeah show we know you forgot about him!!

6. Carlos obsessing over Gabriel's murder was obvious. But why do we have to go to the "marriage put to the test" route?? ugh. "Husband and husband" is cute tho

Heading into 🤡 territory ...

7. what if this synopsis is meant to throw us off the trail and that the "person from TK's past" is actually Gabriel, who's alive, and it changes their lives forever because, well, Gabriel is not dead.

[fridgrave2-0]

alright, I watched the holy trinity aka tgwdlm, black friday and npmd. here's my highly subjective opinions about them !!

first of all, I like all of them, but some more, some less. I'm not dissing or hating any of them, and pls be chill if you like it more than I do

the guy who didn't like musicals: plot 6/10. very simple and basic, still nice though. if I had a nickel for every time I saw a plot with alien possession and blue shit, I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird what it happened twice. paul and emma are cool, little cute couple. songs 5/10. sorry I have to be honest, but it was insanely hard for me to watch tgwdlm and pay attention when they start singing, what is an issue for a musical. sometimes I was even thinking about skipping them (I know it's a crime I'm sorry). most of the songs I forgot right after they ended, but two of them are SUCH bangers what they kinda overcompensated my experience. yeah I'm talking about "join us and die" and "let it out". they fucking killed it.

total: 5/10

black friday: plot 8/10. i enjoyed it so much I can't even describe. most of the characters are charismatic and likable as fuck and I cried like a bitch from tom's song in the beginning. everything about lex, ethan and hannah is a chef's kiss, I was SO invested. and LORE. so much lore I needed that. songs 6/10 HEAR ME OUT! i loved them, I cried at them, I enjoyed them, but personally I don't find them catchy. i don't want to relisten them like actual song in a playlist. would I want to hear them in the musical when I'll rewatch it? absolutely. besides that? not my cup of tea.

total: 7/10

nerdy prudes must die: plot 9/10. unpredictable, crazy, wild, funny. i loved every second of it, every character and every twist, even if I unwillingly spoilered ghost max thingy to myself. maybe it's my hyperfixation talking, but this is the only musical in the trilogy which I want to study with a microscope and rewatch forever. it's the best thing what happened to me in 2024. max is my bbg, pete and steph are fucking cute, grace is a menace and I love it for her, richie is a second bbg, ruth is my queen. minus one point only for max's dad existing, I hate his guts (and maybe for not giving bryce more singtime she's so good omfg. but about it later). SONGS 11/10 HOLY SHIT. the last time I could've relisten all the songs from the musical over and over again was hamilton and npmd just destroyed it like the nuke. the vocals, the music, the lyrics, it just changed my brain chemistry. i was listening to the npmd song for fucking hours in a row while drawing and i wasn't sick of it later. THE SUMMONING god the summoning holy shit!!! highschool is killing me, literal monster, hatchet town, COOL AS I THINK I AM, JUST FOR ONCE-- I just love all of them so much I can't.

total: 10/10

now it's nightmare time 🔥🔥🔥

[pastriibunz]

Anyways- now onto the AUs :D

I ended up choosing the Kai in HF murder drones au(Murder…Kai?), but if you want i can tell you about the Disassembly Drone Kai au too :D

Ok, so here’s the lineup(so far):

Kai as Uzi

Max as N(Serial Designation M)

Grace as V(Serial Designation G)

Alice as J(Serial Designation A)

Lex as Doll(I forgot to mention her in the lore, but she’s a Worker drone whose family was killed by V and is now a serial killer of sorts. She is also a host of the A.S)

Deb as Tessa(one of the few humana that we see in Murder Drones. Yup. Totally a human.)

Paul as Khan(I am. So sorry. But Paul is gotta be a shitty parent in this au. I am sorry Paul)

Emma as Nori(Supposedly dead, killed by murder drones. Another host of the A.S)

Ms. Holloway as Yevana- I am not sure i spelled her name right( Pamela is not gonna be Lex’s mom in this au because Lex would probably be happy to see her mom dead. So let’s just say that she and Hannah got adopted by Duke and Holloway. Another host of the A.S)

Jason as Thad(we love Thad in this house)

Steph as Lizzy

Pete as that one guy whose head was one fire(Rest in peace)

Richie as that other guy who got killed in episode 4

Charlotte Sweetly as Alice

Ruth as Cyn

The LiB as The Absolute Solver

and also CCRP as JCjenson(in spaceeee)

Now, first i want to explain how the A.S works in thie AU:

(since we know next to nothing about the Absolute Solver, I have decided to take creative liberty. Also note that i know nothing about how programs works so all of this could be incredibly stupid)

Different Lords in Black = different types/versions of the A.S(also note: Abilities and level of control the host might have over the A.S depend on the version)

Webby(A.S.Version 1.0): You get almost all the abilities of the A.S, without having to fight for control of your body! Isn’t that great? I’m sure whatever ability that you won’t have isn’t important! Host: Ms. Holloway, Emma

Wiggly(A.S.Version 2.0): Depending on the host, level of control may vary. But over time, the host can learn to control it(or they can try to appease the wrath in hopes of gaining more control, but it won’t do much good). Oh yeah i forgot to mention. Despite how much you might try to completely control it, it can still influence you, and turns your anger or frustration or grief or anything to wrath. Yay

Host: Lex

Blinky(A.S.Version 2.5): It’s similar to wiggly, but it’s practically harmless. I mean all it wants to do is watch.

(Former) Host: M

Tinky(A.S.Version 3.0): Default version of the A.S of the murder drones. Gives you(almost) full autonomy. Version of A.S that ruth CCRP(in spaceeee) used to turn the D.D’s memories to soup.

Hosts: M, V, A

Nibbly(A.S.Version 3.2): A sub program. The reason why A.S hosts need to drink oil. Nobody knows whose idea it was to add that, but it exists.

Hosts: Literally anyone who is an A.S host

Pokotho(A.S.Version ?): Most powerful and uncontrollable version of A.S. Either you can sorta control it, or it will fully overtake you(like ruth). Only version of A.S that will give you an A.S form- which is very similar to the murder drones, though it is more organic and life-like.

Hosts: Kai, Ruth, Emma(former host)

Anyways I realize that this is getting quite long and that it is currently 1:00am here so I will continue info dumping after i get some sleep(this guy will definitely not sleep and will continue to stay awake for the rest of the night looking at the ceiling in hopes sleep comes)

DUDE THIS IS SO COOL!!! SHITTY PARENT PAUL NOOOO also yeah. get some sleep

[denimbex1986]

'Before his life-changing call from director Christopher Nolan, his sensational performance as the father of the atomic bomb in Oppenheimer, and the well-deserved Oscars buzz following the film’s release, Cillian Murphy spent nearly a decade portraying working-class Brummie gangster Tommy Shelby in Steven Knight’s British crime drama, Peaky Blinders.

Inspired by the real-life gang of the same name, the six-season series followed the Shelby family’s business dealings, relationships, unsavory acts, and pursuits of power in Birmingham, England, 1919. Thanks to compelling writing, word of mouth, a Netflix streaming slot, and standout performances from a stacked cast — especially Murphy’s — what started as a small show on BBC Two in 2013 grew into a global phenomenon.

Oppenheimer’s immense scale and widespread acclaim may have solidified Murphy as a household name, but in the years leading up to the monumental project, Peaky Blinders allowed him to meticulously refine his craft, wholly inhabit a character, and take his acting prowess to the next level. A decade after the riveting series premiered, Tommy Shelby remains one of the actor’s most indelible roles — a truth even more impressive when you learn that Murphy wasn’t Knight’s first choice for the Peaky protagonist.

That’s right. The 47-year-old Irish actor nearly lost the role of Tommy Shelby to Jason Statham, but a text sent to Knight post-audition, which read, “Remember, I’m an actor,” changed everything. Ahead of Peaky Blinders’ final season, Knight told Esquire he “never forgot” Murphy’s show of confidence. Despite the clear departure from his appearance and past roles, the actor was sure he could embody the physically imposing, virile gang leader. And he was right. “It’s a cliché, but no one else could have been Tommy Shelby,” Knight admitted later in the interview. “It would be absurd. It was as if Cillian was always waiting.”

Since Murphy first rode through the gritty Birmingham streets on horseback sporting a fresh undercut and a razor-trimmed cap pulled over his eyes, the role felt as bespoke as one of Tommy’s signature three-piece suits. On the surface, Murphy nailed the Birmingham accent, convincingly knocked back lowball glasses of whiskey, confidently handled a gun, and seductively smoked thousands of cigarettes on set. But his abilities to access and expose the deeper complexities, contradictions, and PTSD of the broken World War I veteran were particularly profound.

As the leader of the tight-knit Shelby clan, Tommy was a commanding, ambitious, fiercely intelligent force; an enigma who routinely committed despicable acts, but possessed enough potential for good that he repeatedly gained empathy from viewers — with help from Murphy’s charisma and authentically pained portrayal. Haunted by flashbacks of France and fueled by booze for a majority of the series, the Peaky Blinders leader perpetually grappled with a restless mind and stained soul, while guarding a heart capable of immense love. He was, all at once, completely unafraid of his own death and terrified of losing others. And since business was always personal, his family became his greatest strength and most sizable weakness.

A fraternal feeling and the sheer weight of familial responsibility shone strongest in scenes with Paul Anderson’s Arthur, while Tommy’s intimate relationship with Helen McCrory’s Aunt Polly — which deepened and shifted on the daily — peeled back his layers and offered glimpses of vulnerabilities. Tommy’s shell was undeniably softest with Grace (Annabelle Wallis), the woman who made a tea drinker, father, and eventual fortress out of him. Through small talk and genuinely sexy sex scenes, heart-to-hearts and heartbreak, and the brutal gut-punch of unexpected mourning, Murphy tapped into the full range of human emotions to convey and process the love and loss of Tommy’s wife. He never fully recovered from her death, but devastating breakdowns after the loss of Polly and his daughter Ruby proved he was still able to feel.

Murphy effortlessly exuded swagger, showed subtle humor in moments like the famous “no fucking fighting” scene, and slipped into pure panic at the drop of a hat. He loudly expressed grief in palpable scenes, such as Tommy’s brush with death in the Season 2 finale — when he almost had (and lost) “fucking everything” — or the bone-chilling final seconds of Season 5, when he hopelessly held a gun to his head, emitting a guttural scream born from insufferable trauma and fury. But despite the grand outbursts, so much of Tommy’s emotions were expressed without words; through Murphy’s facial expressions, jaw clenches, silent spirals, and intense gazes from his deep-set ice-blue portals.

Whether Tommy was strutting through smoky streets in solitude, leading grand shootouts with adversaries like Luca Changretta (Adrien Brody), digesting Alfie Solomons’ (Tom Hardy) verbal acrobatics, recovering from ruthless beatings, chomping on a leaf with his toddler, or battling his inner demons, Murphy’s performance was mesmerizing. Over the course of Peaky Blinders’ run, the actor brilliantly resided in the middle-ground between hero and villain, light and dark, and savior and sinner. And without fail, he flawlessly found his way back under the multi-faceted character’s skin after substantial filming gaps and major projects like Dunkirk and A Quiet Place Part II. In the 36 hours we got to spend with him on-screen, Murphy delivered a career-great performance, crafting an incredibly lived-in character, while masterfully evolving alongside him.

A decade after Peaky Blinders first premiered, it remains a razor-sharp series that boasts Knight’s brilliant storytelling; captivating characters; stunning set design, wardrobes, and haircuts; a killer soundtrack led by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds’ “Red Right Hand”; and a cast that was firing on all cylinders. The series’ legacy is as strong as the Shelby family in their prime, and when the credits roll on the dark final season — one made considerably more challenging by COVID-19 and the real-life death and mourning of McCrory — you’re reminded again that no one else could have been Tommy Shelby; that Cillian Murphy, as promised in his post-audition text, is one hell of an actor.'

[louis-ii-reyes-strand]

Hi <33 Once again so happy to see you post again! For nice ask week I wanted to know: How does the new house look? I remember correctly that you moved right? :) Also, how'd you like s5? :D

Hiii Michelle, you're so sweet!!

I did move and it's been fantastic. I haven't done much decorating (because my savings were completely wiped out just buying the house 🥲), but it does feel so much more lived in now! And I feel soooo much healthier for having my own space 🥰 hopefully will be able to do a bit more decorating this summer.

How did I like s5...

Short answer I still don't know.

Long answer:

There were definitely bits that I loved! Like the addition of Ranger Campbell (and Carlos getting a work friend!!) was really fun. I loved that whole story and the resolution for Carlos. The time between Carlos finding out it was Campbell that killed his dad and the actual reveal was super exciting. I never doubted Campbell for one second, and I was surprised to see people getting caught up in that 'reveal' at the time, I thought it was not exactly obvious that he was being set up as a patsy, but it didn't come out of left field for me. I don't know why I remember thinking that. I do remember talking to my sister about Bridges being dismissive of Carlos at Gabriel's wake in s4 and that being shady. But I doubt they thought that far ahead at that point 🥲

I also really loved Paul becoming Lieutenant! It made so much sense for him and then playing About You by The 1975 (my favourite band) over that scene was a huge moment for me. Me and my sister got really excited about it. And watching him struggle with being in leadership and balancing that with trying to be friends. It's hard!! and Paul is SUCH a good friend. I really enjoyed it. My guy!!!

AND Paul with the non-binary kid whose name I forgot!!!! I so wanted more of it!!!!

I loved Wyatt! Thought I was gonna take some time to warm up to him but he endeared me to him very quickly. Loved his scenes with Carlos! Although, I did feel my eye twitch every time I saw his wheelchair didn't fit him right.

I enjoyed Marjan's episode and Nancy becoming temporary captain but I wished there was more time with both of those storylines. It felt unfair that Marjan's whole engagement and wedding was shoehorned into one episode when there were clearly feelings that should have been explored more and maybe would have been in a longer series. Same with Nancy filling in for Tommy. I know she had to have feelings about taking over for Tommy and I wanted her to get to have them!!

Judd being captain!! of his house!! and showing Charlie his old team!!

The stuff that I loved I loved and the stuff that I liked and wanted to love felt half finished.

Then onto the things I didn't care for so much... (under the cut because I don't wanna put wank directly in front of folks faces)

The explanation for Grace's absence felt so disingenuous to her character. I don't care what anyone says, she would not have left her baby.

And to be honest, fuck that whole team that was a part of Sierra feeling like she had to walk away. We just had a whole fucking strike about paying actors what they're worth. Grace is and was the heart of the show!!! Fuck you!!! The season felt off without her. The potential for her and Wyatt to work together will forever be the One That Got Away!

TK was very unsympathetic to me in the Jonah drama. Like I get exactly why he was the way that he was about Jonah, but I still couldn't get myself to root for him in any way. And I love conflict! 3x13 episode of all time! I love it when I when root for both of the characters. Maybe it was the way specifically that he was written in this conflict? Or because they had this whole thing about kids in season 4 and there was no real follow up on that? Maybe I just hate kids storylines? Idk but I hated it.

Now, I'm not one that gets on about Owen having more screen time/stories than everyone else because most of the time I think they're fun or interesting and i enjoy them. However, knowing this was the last season and they only had 12 episodes, I felt myself getting frustrated that we were with Owen again and again. I get why they had him with Judd, but I wished that had been TK to be there for him. It would have been such a beautiful full circle moment.

Mateo got a 10 minute arc in the last two episodes. I remember watching season 1 and being so excited about his storylines! he was born to do it sir!!! and a feel like he hasn't had anything that wasn't played for laughs since the Dust Cloud at the end of season 2???

I didn't like the Tommy getting cancer storyline. I understand why they did it. But I didn't like it. It took her away from the team and I think Tommy has had enough conflict without adding cancer to it.

I will say that I did cry a lot at her talking to Charles's ghost. If there's one thing Gina Torres can do, it's act her socks off.

Overall, the pacing felt really off sometimes. There were scenes between some characters where I was wondering if the actors suddenly hated each other because the Chemistry wasn't the same as previous seasons, but again might have been clunky writing.

And I don't want to place it all on the writers I know they had a very difficult job in getting an ending for everyone. And I know they have it in them to be good writers!! Lone Star writers were responsible for one of my favourite episodes on OG this season! Like!! I know they can be great!! Why is this what you're going with!!

I haven't rewatched it yet. I've been really busy lately and I want to at least start the rewatch when I have the time to really sit with it. So maybe i'll enjoy it more the second time around when I'm not watching it at 1 in the morning and when I know how everything shakes out.

Either way, I still love the characters and the show. And i'll still hope for the Rangers spin-off 🫶

[honeyjets]

1 Busy Week

Thursday I met up with @westerday to see Wallice at the Independent, the opener Maz was really good, Wesley said he had an instant crush, then we popped across the street to Beretta for a quick Improved Whiskey Cocktail, talked about life and stuff and Wesley revealed that he'd finally started using Google Calendar which was big news, then we hustled back just in time for Wallice who ruled; Friday was Aero's big birthday party at the Reverend Horton Heat show at the Great American Music Hall, so @lessjokes and I got dolled up in our best rockabilly outfits and headed out a little early to drop some LPs at Enterprise because Jesse said the bins were running low, PLUS we didn't wanna miss @vicwomg's newish country outfit Vickie's Round-Up, who were great, and also Sean happened to be there and we had a pretty good conversation about the Rev and '90s rockabilly culture in general, then Jess and I walked to the venue just in time to catch first opener Piñata Protest who were great, then Aero and Kevin and Lisa and a couple other friends arrived and we got drinks and caught up, middle opener Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears were talented but a bit "Blues Hammer" if you know what I mean, then the Reverend killed it and I forgot to get a t-shirt for Sean; Saturday was kind of a recovery day but we decided to go see one of our final Oscar movies "I'm Still Here" at the Roxie which meant probably drinks at ABV beforehand and lo and behold right when we were deciding on that Laura Palmer hit us up about getting a drink even though we thought she was in Mill Valley for a couple weeks, so we had a few margs a few snacks a few laughs, got to the Roxie just in time to get seats right up front craning our necks to look up at the screen but the movie was really good for the most part, then we met back up with LP at Dalva for a couple Pink Flamingos; Sunday oh my gosh what a big day, Andre Iguodala's jersey retirement ceremony after Jimmy Butler III's home debut vs. Klay and the Mavs, so we got dolled up in our finest blue and gold and hopped on the T up to the arena, met up with Aero and Barbara in front of Dumpling Time, cruised inside, cheered the Warriors to a comfy win, got to know Kathryn a bit during a time out, enjoyed the merrymakings, then beelined to Che Fico Pizzeria for a couple French 75s and a couple Manhattans and a salad and a pizza, then it was basically time to head up to Grace Cathedral for the St. Vincent show, so back on the T to Chinatown, and a quick bus up the hill, and lo and behold we had time for another quick French 75 or two at the Top of the Mark where I encountered a dad in a bathroom stall telling his kid St. Vincent is a singer and the kid asks if she's as famous as Taylor Swift and the dad says no but Taylor Swift is garbage so I said excuse me sir but Taylor Swift is not garbage and they were stunned into silence, then we went to the show, got to our seats and lo and behold St. Vincent walks right by us en route to the stage and I waved at her and said wazzup and she smiled and waved and put on a killer show; Monday I went up to Japantown for karaoke with Constance and Izzy, stopped at the Progress for a couple quick Princesses of Agrabah and some hodo tofu, then over to Dimples where I sang Iris DeMent and ABBA and the Sundays and CAKE, David popped in too and then I had to head home to catch up on White Lotus; Tuesday it was Chuy's big art party with Jane and Zoe at Enterprise which I was DJing, so I loaded up and headed over right on time, Jess was already there with JC and Sarah and Caitlyn and a couple others, I played all my best stuff in the first hour before they all had to roll to the Warriors, David showed up, @corntard and Constance and Sunny showed up, Chris from Beretta, Paul from the Deviant had already purchased the Chuy piece I tried to purchase which was a bummer, but Jane got a good one, anyway my slot ended but everyone was still partying so I put on the Gavin Turek LP (which finally just arrived after months of waiting) in its entirety and chatted with Sunny for a while,

then I thought about going to the Spits show at Rickshaw but I had so much gear with me I just went home; Wednesday I took the 24 up to Pac Heights to help David move a TV, then I sat in Lafayette Park for a while, then wandered for a bit, sat in Alamo Square for a while, then I decided to pop into Toronado (my original SF local) one last time, and lo and behold Reid was there so I had a drink with him and his buddy Marty who maybe knew me from Pop's back in the day, talked all about the old days and shit, chatted with Aline and Frank for a minute, shocked they remembered me from 15+ years ago basically, then I moseyed, sat in Dolores Park for a bit, then strolled through the dedicated Muni-only right-of-way through Liberty Heights which I used to take a picture of every day walking home from Toronado, and made it to the Liberties just in time to meet up with @sexpigeon and Aero and Kevin at the Vickie's Round-Up show, grabbed a picnic table, got a bottle of prosecco, talked SoCal sports and San Diego in general, had a great time, decided to go to Firefly for dinner, so I grabbed an 8:15 res online and typed "we are cool cats" to get the discount, then I hopped on the back of Tag's e-bike and he chauffeured me up the hill and we got the cheesy buns, the (Dungeness) crab cake, both salads, the daikon cake, the fried chicken and the trout, and a bunch of wine, talked about who knows what, had dessert, chatted with Carrie a bit, then walked down the hill and caught the 24 back home; and the next two days after that I didn't leave the house, and I'm not leaving the house today either.

[supernovafeather]

What Could Have Been

Leto Atreides x F!Blind!Reader

Content : mutual pining, friends, mention of war, injuries, death, angst, fluff.

Summary: After almost losing Paul and his best friend on Arrakis, Duke Leto tries to get answers.

   The long forgotten sound of raindrops finally graced your eardrums again. After a few seconds in this world your formerly blind eyes started to water at the emotions overwhelming you. It felt so familiar, so comforting. Even the scent of grass and the iodized sea scent found their way to your nose one again. The sky may have turned grey but it only emphasized the green tones of the grass and bushes that managed to grow here and there between the whitish rocks. The salted sea also looked darker than it used to but it only added more character to it. Later as you walked on the shore and turned your back to the castle you could admire the force used by the waves to wash over the small portions of lands now at their mercy below the cliffs.

   The delicate embrace around your hand added itself to this scenery and despite it not having any visible owner by your sides you smiled softly.

   "I knew I would find you there," said the ethereal voice.

   You must have spent a long time in this Caladan if Leto came to you himself. Without a word you removed the helmet to wake up in your dark world, the waves and wind letting room for silence. The Duke helped you step out of  the machine similar to a treadmill by extending an arm to guarantee your balance. The slight hesitation remaining left your body as you relaxed your muscles, now more accustomed with the whole process.

   "I might have stayed there for too long," you acknowledged.    "You just reached your daily three hours," he replied.

   You hummed, letting him guide you to a nearby chair he adjusted so you could sit on it. You appreciated the firm hands there to keep an hold on you and also welcomed his gentle voice as you heard him kneeling down by your side.

   "Did I miss something," you asked with worry as you tried to remember your schedule.    "No you haven't forgotten anything my friend, unless you were talking about your medication."

   The surprise had you gasping as you realized that Leto might have been right when he told you that you had a role in this abnormally long healing process.

   "Oh... but I thought I took it already?"    "You took some this morning, but you forgot the new one."

   You did and nothing else could be added to this statement. You turned your head towards where Leto was - by your right - and listened to the soft sound of some glass object rotating between his fingers.

   "I should be more careful about what the doctors tell me. I admit it."     "I'm going to open your eyes." He warned you.

   A wet sound was head as he sanitized his hands, and a few seconds later he was standing up by your side with his fingers opening your eyelids in the dark. As a reflex they tried to closed themselves in anticipation but Leto managed to make the drop fall right onto your eyeball, making you blink as you tensed up with a shiver. He repeated the same operation on the other eye, then closed both of them to wipe it off with a soft tissue or napkin.

   "I know the circumstances are particular and that this whole predicament is difficult for you, but please listen to your maids," he asked, "you truly need to keep your feet on this planet. Past is the past."    "I wish I never came here."

   Things were easier to say at the Duke's face when you were blind. Disappointment was the worst feeling you had ever seen on his face but fortunately you only had to see it once after a misunderstanding.

   "Deep down, I do feel the same. On the surface, I can't take the risk to show it. Sadly, there is no escape. You know how life can be," he mumbled.    "I don't envy you."

   Your frowned as he applied a layer of some new ointment on your closed eyes, its weird scent almost making you gag. It felt sticky as if somebody was covering your face in some liquid mud to drown you underneath it. Your whole body tried to get away from him as your hands grabbed your knees.

   "Are you my right arm or some kid pouting because he doesn't like the medication taste," he taunted you.    "I am a blind woman that might as well be getting assassinated by the Duke of Arrakis himself and that wouldn't be able to turn to anyone if this was the case. And that smell is horrible."       Your perception of the world around you changed and your other senses that managed to escape the accident - or sabotage if you trusted the reports - worked better than ever to try to compensate for your missing sight. However, this also caused side effects you hated, especially when a doctor you barely met decided that applying a nauseous paste all over your eyes and nose would help.

   "Please never tell Gurney how stupid I look like that," you grumbled.    "He knows."    "Where did the investigation go?"

   His thumbs gently massaged the area below your eyes to make the paste penetrate your skin and flesh better.

   "We found clues of another spy network working in the palace. But this one hadn't any link with the Harkonnens - or at least it doesn't seem like it. We think they have links with Fremens."    "Who would have thought that Harkonnenes and Fremens would get along on some points one day. This kind of surreal things only happen to me."    "They don't get along. They have an enemy in common, keep that in mind. Please don't take any shortcut."

   It was easy to say when you didn't get caught in an explosion whose flash blinded you temporarily, but as usual he was right. You were his right arm as he said, it would be criminal to favor your hurt feelings over his safety. Your perception of reality may have changed, but it didn't change reality itself.

   "So, what about my progress?"    "The doctors think you may recover fully in a month. Your nerves and flesh react positively, and in theory your eyes can still perceive colors. But you need less time spent in your little world."

   At first Leto encouraged you to visit this virtual Caladan you asked for. He stayed with you as much as possible despite his schedule so you could get accustomed to the eerie familiarity overwhelming you and also to calm you down at the foreign sensory overload this caused to your brain that panicked at the sudden information flooding it.

   "I miss Caladan. I think I will download different programs. But I still need rain. I miss it. Or waves."    "According to their results you need to cut the time in it by half. It sends confusing messages to your brain and it slows down the recovery. To make it short it trains your brain but not your eyes. It even encourages your body into thinking that your eyes are not any longer necessary, which could even turn you blind for good. The images, sounds, scents, touch and tastes are sent directly to your brain that feeds  from the data sent."

   You groaned as you felt the paste hardening over your eyes, sticking your eyelids closed as you still had some blinking reflexes struggling against it.

   "Please Leto, tell me that the day you find the culprit you will drown him in that stupid ointment. I'm wasting so much time instead of helping."    "How do you feel about having to let the virtual world behind you?"

   You shifted uncomfortably on your chair as the Duke started to mix some other ointment it seemed and your fingers tapped lightly on the armrests.

   "It's a good sign. I am healing and to do so I need to let it behind me."    "I feel like leaving Caladan behind was harsher for you than for anyone else. Even Paul seems more accepting of the Emperor's decision, he is extremely open-minded of the different cultures here. But... what about you?"

   After a brief but powerful sigh you started to think about your answer carefully.

   "It is no secret that I have no interest in the Fremens. You see them as potential allies and exhaust yourself at sealing an alliance they reject. It doesn't feel worth it for me. You know it well."

   Silence grabbed the entire room in its fist as you waited for an answer from him. The awkward pauses felt even worse when you couldn't even decipher another one's face but it also gifted you with a lack of interest in offending others.

   "I was talking about leaving Caladan," he said gently, "you travelled back in the memorial realm sixty times during this past month. Always at the same cliff. You can't mourn it for good, can you?"    "I vowed to serve you and your family until my last breath and I will honor my words. Leaving your ancestor's land gave me the same feeling as would a mother's embrace letting me go for good. And for what? To fall into that trap set by the Emperor and Harkonnenes, end up useless and blind on a chair instead of protecting you and your son, and running after Fremens and their traditions when they want all of us to drop dead?"    "Uselessness has nothing to do there. You remain by my side as the loyal friend you are. You keep on advising me - wisely when you don't fall for your own anger and frustration. But since what happened, I address my new main issue: the one that is starting to lose my dear friend to dreams from the past."

      The regret in his voice added to the sorrow that kept on growing in your chest would have made you cry if the Duke wasn't wiping your eyes with a wet towel. Nothing painful but irritating both for your skin and your nerves.

   "Leto. I am doing fine. I will reduce the time spent in the memorial realm and change the data little by little."    "I almost lost the both of you that day," his voice cracked.

   Your heart dropped at Leto's trembling sigh as he pulled a chair next to you, sitting unceremoniously. He grabbed your wrist gently as flashes of the sandy inferno invaded your confused brain.

   "I saw my son about to die, paralyzed as this thing almost swallowed him. And right after we came back to the palace and thought we were all safe I learned that somebody attacked your team." He mumbled while his second hand grabbed your arm. "This planet, Arrakis, is testing my sanity and our limits. I thought that Jessica would still be by my side but I lied to myself. Even her couldn't resist to this madness. I am no stranger to the fact that any positive end to this is highly unlikely. But please - and I am asking this as a friend to a friend - don't isolate yourself from this harsh reality. Please accept to see it the way it is. Back on Caladan things were not easy neither but they seemed to be. Our problems were too far away for us to be on high alert all the time but there were still spies, liars and assassination attempts."    "The stakes here are on a different level and you can't deny that we can't even fully trust your guards and maids. We are not home. I have no home anymore. We are stuck in a steep pit waiting for a fox or a bear to pounce at us."    "I don't feel at home neither and I doubt that Paul himself considers this place as his own home for now. But we have no other choice than to make it ours."

   His touch getting higher on your arm made you lower your head in a fainted attempt to follow his gesture.

   "I know this fake Caladan in an illusion. But I need it to keep my sanity. Being blind could be useful to hide in my own little world if only I shouldn't be on alert that anybody might kill me at any moment and didn't have to rely on unreliable people."    "We all made the mistake of making this transition more complicated that it needs to be. That is why I spend so much time and energy showing Fremens and their agents that they have nothing to fear from me. I don't have other choice but to respect the Emperor's will. I have to do it for my family and for the whole universe."    "I am not accusing you of keeping me there for your sole interest. My decision was to follow you and you respected it."

   He sighed as his palm reached your cheek in a timid embrace soon getting bolder as his fingers slided on your neck to direct your head in his direction.

   "What could have we been if only the universe let us be?" He asked, melancholic.

   This was a question that had never stopped being asked. But today it sounded more important, more realistic than ever. Time was running out, the both of you knew it. Would it be a war, an assassination, a betrayal?

   "Maybe something too strong for this same universe. Who knows. I like to imagine it that way." You chuckled.

   You let his thumb explore the area under your eye, right above your cheekbone. The abhorrent scent vanished after he wiped the ointment off your face and you could now appreciate the discreet smell of his clothes. Nothing too strong fortunately. A delicate fragrance that reminded you of home, especially of some meetings you had to spend by his sides instead of his son when he was still too young.    After a few silent seconds you reached for his sleeves, patting his forearm to try to find the spot you wanted and rested your hand on it to share your support. Everybody acted as if you were the one losing herself in isolation and despair but you felt that nobody paid enough attention to Leto. You were afraid of what might happen.

   "Do you think my son is... actually some kind of Messiah for these people?" He asked with a more stable voice.

   His question made you repress a shiver.

   "I have no idea. He is going to play an even bigger role than you thought back on Caladan. That is for sure, and I doubt he forgives the Emperor for what was done to your House."    "Would you protect him one day if something had to happen to me?"    "Of course I would, Leto. You know you can count on me."    "I do know it but I like to hear it."

   You grinned as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb affectionately. What could have you been ? Many things. But you had to focus back on reality.

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Thank you for reading, please comment and reblog If you liked it ! ☺️

@queen-of-elves

@qrjung

[best-alt-country-singer]

hello y’all!!

name: Naomi Solace

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: pansexual

status: single

age: why do you wanna know?

child: Will Solace

If you are a demigod and ever need a place to stay, my doors are open.

I make alt-country music and perform sometimes

I use darling and honey as gender neutral names

I’m here to hang out with other demigod’s mortal parents!

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OOC: guidelines on the rp group

This is just a roleplay for the mortal parents of demigods -no gods-

Feel free to interact as characters- whether canon or oc- -if a will solace acc already sent an ask/interacted and you want your will acc to interact, feel free too!!-

gods’s blogs can interact as well

cussing is allowed but NO NSFW at all

be kind!!

If you want to join out of character has to be a minor -we are rping adults but we are all minors-

feel free to dm or put in my ask or under this post ask to be added -on either this acc or my main

if you want to make a mortal parent of canon demigods if they don’t have a named canon one (ex. Clarisse), you can!

you can also be mortal parents of your ocs

dead parents are aloud

If you want to try to use the tag ‘mortal parent hangout’ but no pressure

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ooc: people who are available/tags for accounts:

Sally Jackson- @i-sell-seashells-by-the-seashore

Paul Blofis- @blofised-paul

Frederick Chase

Tristan McLean

Darren Knowles

Latricia Lake

Beryl Grace- @yourlocalsuperstar

Esperanza Valdez- @esperanza-valdez-official

Emily Zhang

Marie Levesque-

Maria di Angelo- @that-one-lover-of-hades

Julian Ramírez-Arellano

Mr. Beauregard

May Castellan

Léa La rue- @the-original-la-rue

ocs parents:

Kelly- @professional-disney-adult

Sora Tora- @sora-tora

Alina Czajka- @alina-wonders

lmk if I forgot anyone!! 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

OOC:

!!!PLEASE remember I have not yet read trials of Apollo or tsats but I have a general idea of what happened in those books!!!

sooo I lost my account and so I lost my old blog, my old blog is @all-time-alt-country-singer and I’m just trying to remake my acc and hopefully get it going again

my main: @a-dam-heartstopper-fan

out of characters will look like this: (ooc: ____)

I might try to use tags but I’m very bad about it

This rp group is mainly for the mortal parents to hang out and maybe gossip talk about raising a demigod