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[zak-sn33-bagels-ii]

day 2 🫡

[gt-abby]

The Panic Attack

A fear play scene from chapter 15

[tthevoic3s]

From Blood Births Life and Death - Chapter 14

Hangman or Hanged Man?

CW: mentions of death/execution + abundance of curse language. lol.

Word count: 2,545

MASTERPOST

If there’d been a way thanks to which Sadie Howard could have physically untangled the figurative, yet unbearing knot that lingered in her throat since that day–because of him—she would have, in fact, fucking ignored it.

We could say that Sadie was in fact putting the best of her efforts into making said knot tighter and tighter, like an executioner knotting the rope around his soon to be executed’s neck.

Except, in her mind, Sadie was either both the hangman, and the hanged man, or none of them at all, but a secret third thing.—indecipherable even to her. Only one thing seemed to make a light of clarity flicker in the young woman’s mind: it was only a matter of time until that knot would have strangled her to death.

And it had been a month. A full, entire month of feeling like she was constantly about to die, even if no real threat showed up concretely. Except for one thing, obviously.

The only very thing—or rather, person—that made her feel truly vulnerable. Feeling vulnerable.

It wasn’t the ideal situation for a highly ranked soldier—or, rather, a highly ranked soldier whose energy was drained out by the desperate attempt to hide the gnawing obsession towards her target. It was clear that he struck something in her, even if Sadie didn’t quite understand what, or most of all, why. And even tho, she accepted—no, proposed by herself—that mission, that idea. Collecting the “useful information” she loyally promised to Higgs was only a cover. A poorly pretended alibi.

All she wanted to do was watch him to satiate that unsettling fascination. The very feeling she despised, and that disgusted her to the core, but at the same time drew her closer and closer to him.

And the worst part? She arrived at the conclusion she couldn’t even blame him anymore. Well, at least not entirely.

Sure, the only thought of him, of his green eyes, of how he looked at her, of his goddamn name, still made her stomach churn with nausea and her mind go blank. But it was her who was actually letting him do that to her. It was Sadie herself who stalked him, was utterly obsessed with everything he did and, fuck, she didn’t even know why.

Was this the beginning of the discovery of a deep rooted masochism in her mind, or just something else she couldn’t understand? Something she tried to deny?

Whatever it was, whatever he represented, was gnawing at her since the night of her failure and in all honesty, Sadie didn’t find solving it worth the effort. It was even oddly entertaining.

For one time in 23 years of her perfect life, she could have listened to her gut feeling instead of the usual righteousness and so-called rationality. Higgs had always induced those virtues in her when it mattered, so she didn’t really care about respecting them when her mentor wasn’t concerned.

Was it an effective way for Sadie to be at peace with her doubts about him and about herself? Absolutely not. Not even close. Though, it was the vulnerability itself that made her feel free, somehow.

She couldn’t solve the puzzle, so she just accommodated whatever her mind was trying to cook in those moments. Just sit, wait, and eventually stalk.

And this was all the mental process Sadie had to witness every single darn time she crossed the barrier of the military district and started walking to her quarters after one of her “missions”.

The corridor stretched before her, a monotonous tunnel that she had walked now countless times. In fact, she could navigate the corridors of the district with her eyes closed by now, as she had been spending her life there for nine whole years.

As the heavy doors hissed shut behind her, Sadie reached up to remove her helmet. She peeled off the tight ski mask beneath it, the fabric damp with sweat, and took a deep breath.

Okay, Sadie. Another mission nailed, and the month is almost over.

She had the information Higgs wanted, even if the process behind its collection wasn’t exactly crystal clear.

The dorms were in the eastern wing, just past the interrogation and report meeting rooms, sealed off behind heavy, reinforced doors. Though, their soundproofing wasn’t perfect, and faint murmurs of voices occasionally leaked through. She often caught snippets of sentences, but never stopped to listen. Sadie wasn’t interested in whatever drama unfolding behind those doors. Everything she needed to know would eventually come to her, likely in the form of a dry debrief from Higgs. He took care of whatever concerned her, as always.

That night started with being no different, except for one crucial detail.

“How the fuck should I be able to help you if I’m locked in here?!”

The soldier stopped in her tracks, halting as her attention was instantly caught by that shout. A high-pitched, kind of annoying, almost childish shout. The same kind of shout she had been hurled at some weeks before.

Maya Strauss.

Sadie regained her composure, slowly pacing towards the room the voice was coming from. She knelt next to the door, and this time, she tried to eavesdrop as much as possible. If Maya was involved in something — and something, if concerning Maya, meant trouble — Sadie needed to know. Especially if, by any chance, could be related to her target.

The target she had a totally normal and detached approach to. Sure. Him.

She tried to even out and make even her breathing quiet, trying to absorb as much information as possible.

A loud slam echoed in the small interrogation room, Maya’s fist hitting the wall out of pure rage. She had been running that useless conversation with Mars for an hour now, and anything of what the soldier was telling her seemed to make sense.

“I thought I was clear when I said you shouldn’t have drawn any attention!” Mars retorted, his voice rising clearly as a sign of irritation.

“You still don’t understand, do you?,” Maya interjected, and turned towards him, leaning on the table. She rested her elbows on the cold metal surface and rubbed her face with both hands, her ginger bangs getting even messier. “You’re in the best research group Higgs has. What are you gonna do if that motherfucker gets to know you’re actually trying to sabotage his darn missions?!”

“Lower your voice! Do you want the whole district to mind our business, perhaps?”

“If you would only listen to me!” She barked, her hands flailing towards the ceiling in desperation. “Friedrich Strauss was MY father, and as her daughter, I am saying,” she took a deep breath, her expression turning uncharacteristically serious, “your plan is absolute dogshit. You’re gonna get fucked by Higgs in no time.”

Mars stayed silent this time, crossing his arms and looking at her through his glasses.

“Trust me. You can’t sneak into the village so frequently. What’s the problem with what I’ve proposed? It’s smarter!”

Mars shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips as he stood and started pacing in circles in the small room.

“That’s risky. Insane. You’re seriously counting on a native you met one time to help you with a problem of this caliber?,” he asked, now facing her. “Maya, please. Are you crazy?”

-

Sadie’s heart leaped in her chest at the sentence, her interest now evidently piqued. She knew Maya had something to do with him, and was planning something.

Bet she couldn’t sit still in jail. What a motherfucker. She could have imagined it.

But, what the hell was she planning? She needed to hear more.

She crouched lower, tilting her head to get her ear the closest to the door as possible as the conversation continued to spill from the room.

-

“Exactly!”

Mars raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

What? Exactly you’re crazy, or exactly you want to ask him for help?

He did a mental facepalm, regretting his decision to involve that red haired menace in his plan with every single cell of his body.

Welp, too late now. I rather hear her out — he thought, a resigned sigh escaping his lips — The worst that could happen would be my public execution, knowing Higgs’ characteristic mercy.

“Hear me out,” Maya began again, her arm rising pointing at the soldier in front of her, an almost mischievous glint in her eyes.

“If I convince Andrew to help me again, and trust me, he will, I can do all the research stuff in the village without you having to sabotage the missions! And,” she added, “He can literally tell me more useful information than the ones you and your squad can collect, given that stupid non-interaction rule. Come on, Erickson, that’s genius.”

Mars’ lips pressed into a thin line, his amber eyes narrowing. She had, indeed, a point. But still, nothing could deny the fact that it was insanely risky.

Not agreeing with Higgs’ dehumanising propaganda was one thing, but blindly trusting a native like that, directly revealing the presence of the colonies and involving him into human business, was straight up reckless.

Yeah, no shit. It was Maya proposing it.

Mental facepalm part two. Mars ran a hand through his curly hair, and started pacing around the room again, the same hand moving to rub his chin.

“You know my father would have done the same.”

Here she goes. Maya had her way to convince people, and the mention of his old mentor struck a chord inside the soldier’s mind. He’d give her that.

“Isn’t that what he tried to teach us? Trust? Collaboration between kinds?” The girl continued, relentlessly, trying to pry an opening through the soldier’s doubting demeanour. Her dark eyes were wide and she gestured animatedly as she continued her speech.

Okay, fuck it. My head will be served on a plate for allowing this. At least, if the afterlife really exists, General Strauss would be proud of me. And his daughter.

“Fine,” he scoffed. “We’ll find a way to get you out of here non suspiciously. But,” he interrupted, glaring at her while pointing directly at her face, “if you get killed, don’t blame me.” And please don’t come haunting me as a ghost - he would have added, still thinking about the afterlife thing.

Maya cheered, a defiant grin enlightening her face as she looked at Mars and mock saluted him. “Won’t disappoint you, Captain.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He shrugged, pulling off his glasses and rubbing the lenses against his jacket sleeve to clean them. “It’s always me who risks his life. A classic.” He muttered under clenched teeth.

“Now let’s get you back to the cell before someone starts snooping. Recess is over.”

Little did he know, someone was actually snooping. And, who better than Sadie Fucking Howard? Higgs’ little lapdog?

They were so fucked. Or, rather, they would have been so fucked if she wasn’t experiencing existential doubts in that specific moment. Goddamn lucky motherfuckers.

Now, in light of this very fact, what was Sadie thinking? Well, thinking is a bit of an euphemism. Let’s say her brain cells started working nonstop until they reached autodestruction. She stood, sitting on her heels, her back still against the cold wall of the corridor.

She almost couldn't believe what she had just heard. She just witnessed the Captain of the best Research Squad conspiring against General Higgs together with Maya Strauss, the daughter of Fucking Ex-General Friedrich Strauss?

The audacity of it?

Hold up, Sadie, take a deep breath. No time for inconsiderate actions. Think.

There were two choices. Two paths stretched in front of her.

Number one. Clear and logical. Tell everything to Scott. Get rid of Mars Erickson. Get a promotion and join the Elite Squad.

The general would have dismantled whatever plan of rebellion they were planning. And her? She would have been the hero.

It was the safe choice, the one that practically guaranteed success. Even more success. Maybe, just maybe, even enough to finally obscure her failure from her mind and bring her back into the right way.

But the second option…Keep her mouth shut. Sealed, even. Say nothing. Pretend she hadn’t seen or heard a thing.

And why on earth would she even consider that?

The choice would have been obvious and easy… if only Maya didn’t mention him being involved.

She slammed her hand against the wall, groaning as the dull ache spread through her limb.

If she told Higgs, Mars would have not been the only one being executed. It was painfully obvious. Scott’s idea of getting rid of “the problem” would have simply concretised in the same moment their plan was dismantled, and Sadie couldn’t bring herself to accept it.

There was an unconscious part of her that really couldn’t even think of choosing it.

What about my stalking hobby? I just started enjoying it! I can’t let him be cancelled from Earth like a simple liability. - probably what such part shouted while Sadie was busy pondering her choices. There was no space for rationality, evidently.

Jokes aside, Sadie really felt that her obsession with Andrew was probably the only thing that thrilled her, made her feel alive. If she kept her mouth shut, and chose to observe the whole secret rebellion thing by herself, she could have satiated such gnawing obsession even more.

Why was he like that? Why? Endearing in a way that disgusted her, intriguing in a way that haunted her.

She clenched her teeth, her jaw aching with the pressure. Why him? Why did he have to ruin every chance she had at real success?

Her hands closed into fists. If Higgs ever found out, she would be just as damned as the traitors themselves. If Higgs discovered, she would’ve been fucked. Her career would have been fucked, crumbled into dust.

But, let’s say — she thought, trying to distract herself from the possibility of another failure — Higgs didn’t know. Or at least didn’t know she was involved. The mere fact she heard the conversation was prime quality blackmail material. Over Erickson, over Maya. But, most of all, it was a golden ticket for the fulfilment of her obsession.

She could have gained complete control over the situation, and, in a certain sense, over him.

Again, she found herself in front of that awful crossroad that divided her mind.

Was she going to be the executioner or the executed?

Whatever choice she made, whatever path she chose, she would have still been both the hanged and the hangman at the same time.

It all depended on how she handled her choice. And the second path, despite being the most hazardous, was the most inviting. It was reckless, unhealthy, and downright insane, but stalking him had turned into her guilty pleasure. It gave her purpose in a way nothing else did.

She took a deep breath, leaning the back of her head against the wall. The answer was clear now. It had been clear the moment she overheard that damn conversation. She knew she couldn’t oppose it, so she was going to take the risk. She was going to dive directly into the fire, hoping not to get burnt.

“Goddammit, Sadie,” she muttered under her breath. “You’re absolutely out of your mind. But guess what? You’re still doing this.”

[lemongogo]

u guys we have got 2 brjng kny back . j know i never paid attentjon to season 3 when it aired but i didnt mean it ok i was just joking arnd okay

[a-tiny-frog-girl]

Haven't been really active around here much, going through a whole bunch, but...

ARE YALL READY FOR ARTFIGHT???

[the-red-planet-mars]

I have decided to not sleep today

BRUH-

How you holding up now huh?

[gt-abby]

I saw this and just HAD to make my two precious OCs Mar and Jake!

sorry to just put this in ur inbox but i dont make my own posts 😭 i found an (unintentional) g/t picrew and want to share :] link wont send over anonymous asks so im putting spaces sorrie https ://picrew. me/en/ image_maker/2227788

WHEEE I LOVE PICREWS THANK YOU

this one is SO FUN (Essa and Heli on the left, Eon and Sighn on the right)

here’s the link if anyone else wants it!! feel free to share it on this post if u wanna :3

[saylessastrology]

Astrology Notes!💫💅🏾

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NATAL OBSERVATIONS

💫These Observations are from MY OPINION & Knowledge💫 Follow my Patreon for more💜💅🏾

Jupiter in 2nd,4th,10th - these people usually end up successful through finacial/career endevours as well as homes and physical property. usually comes into effect after your saturn returm

Aries Mars/Mars in 1st house - people with these placements express thier anger openly and loudly. Both my parents had Mars in Aries and it was a war zone when they were arguing.

Cancer Moons- This placement can create a very moody individual. While they are SUPER sweet and caring, they also have quick tempers when triggered

Aquarius Personal Planet Placements - I know aqua's get dragged for being emotionless BUT that is only on the outside! Internally, Aqua's feel EVERYTHING. They just have a very detached way of expressing thier emotions.

Grand Trines - Most people don't activily use thier GT to their benefit. Having 1 or more GT's can make the areas of your life that are connected in the GT TOO EASY. Almsot so easy that we forget to put in the extra work to get the best out of the aspect!

Chart Rulers - The rular of your chart can show how you are naturally suppose to navigate through life.

Ex: Ruler -Sun

You are meant to use your creative and expressive personality to navigate through life. When you do, you will stand out tramendously in the world and forward moving energy will be consistant.

South Node House Placement - The traits associated with the house your sn is in can show your secret traits from your past life that your can use sparingly in your current journey tword your North Node

EX: south node in 10th house/NN in 4th

You are blessed with so many benefical go getter career traits! You were the big boss in your past and shoud Incorporate these traits with your north node in the 4th house placement.

Feel like you don't have what it takes to run your own household?

Use your Multitasking, Athoritative and Business skills to care for your househouse

SYNASTRY OBSERVATIONS

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1. Sun-Sun Conjunction: Shared Identity

Observation: When one person's Sun is conjunct (in the same place as) the other person's Sun, they often share similar core identities and life goals.

Explanation: This aspect can create a strong sense of understanding and identification with each other. It’s like looking into a mirror; these individuals often feel a deep connection and mutual respect.

2. Moon-Moon Harmony: Emotional Understanding

Observation: Harmonious aspects (like trines or sextiles) between two people's Moons suggest a deep emotional understanding and comfort.

Explanation: Their emotional rhythms and needs align well, making it easier for them to empathize with and nurture each other. It's akin to speaking the same emotional language.

3. Venus-Mars Aspect: Attraction Dynamics

Observation: When someone’s Venus (planet of love) forms an aspect with another person's Mars (planet of desire), it indicates a strong physical and romantic attraction.

Explanation: This aspect can spark instant chemistry, creating a dynamic and exciting interaction. The Venus person is drawn to the Mars person’s assertiveness, while the Mars person appreciates the Venus person’s aesthetic and charm.

4. Mercury Conjunct Mercury: Intellectual Bond

Observation: A conjunction between two people's Mercuries suggests a meeting of the minds.

Explanation: This aspect fosters open communication, mutual understanding, and shared interests. It’s like being on the same wavelength intellectually, making conversations flow easily and enjoyably.

5. Moon Opposite Saturn: Emotional Responsibility

Observation: When one person's Moon opposes another's Saturn, it can indicate a relationship where emotional support meets responsibility and structure.

Explanation: The Moon person provides warmth and emotional understanding, while the Saturn person offers stability and teaches valuable life lessons. However, if not balanced, it could lead to feelings of coldness or emotional distance.

6. Sun Square Pluto: Transformative Challenges

Observation: A square between one person's Sun and another's Pluto often brings intense, transformative challenges to the relationship.

Explanation: This aspect can create power struggles or deep psychological confrontations. However, if navigated wisely, it can lead to profound personal growth and transformation for both individuals.

7. Jupiter Trine Venus: Shared Joy and Growth

Observation: A trine between one person’s Jupiter and another’s Venus indicates a joyful, growth-oriented relationship.

Explanation: There's an abundance of warmth, generosity, and shared values. This aspect enhances mutual appreciation and can bring luck and prosperity to the relationship.

8. Saturn Sextile Pluto: Building Together

Observation: When one person's Saturn forms a sextile with another's Pluto, it suggests the ability to build something enduring together.

Explanation: This aspect offers a blend of discipline (Saturn) and transformation (Pluto), enabling the couple to work through obstacles and effect substantial changes together. It’s about resilience and mutual empowerment.

9. Uranus Opposite Venus: Unpredictable Attractions

Observation: An opposition between one person's Uranus and another's Venus can create an unpredictable, electric attraction.

Explanation: This aspect can bring excitement and spontaneity but also instability to the relationship. The Uranus person shakes up the Venus person’s concept of love and beauty, while the Venus person may seek more stability and commitment.

10. Neptune Trine Mars: Inspired Actions

Observation: A trine between one person’s Neptune and another’s Mars indicates a relationship where dreams inspire action.

Explanation: The Mars person’s drive and ambition are creatively inspired by the Neptune person's ideals and imagination. Together, they can turn visions into reality, combining passion with compassion.

[petercushingscheekbones]

david tennant on off menu thoughts (i'm still pinching myself over this)

Love how David started off the podcast by slagging off a prop lamp (?) (then admitted he's worked with way worse *cough* *cough* dw)

David talked about using the real skull of André Tchaikowsky for Hamlet and he sounds soo excited and James and Ed got soo excited about it too (also david thinks it'd be a cool idea to donate his own skull to be used in a play)

Dr Pepper better give David a commission for all the promotion he's doing

David is right, bread is supreme

Love how James tries to sneak in a shitty regeneration joke about the bread changing and David straight up ignores him. multiple times. (like five times)

David liking snail (even though it is a posh wanker - his words - thing) may convince me to forgive him for hating sushi

I'm beginning to think David Tennant maybe missed a career as a food blogger, he can make whatever he talks about sound so delicious (although he did spend more time talking about the garlic butter and the plate than the actual escargot)

David not getting the weed references made by Kendrick Lamar made my day

David talked about having done a cooking show with his dad that his dad was a fan of, and it was so sweet

Love that James is such a fan of Kilgrave as a villain he just had to randomly bring it up (also Ed saying he set up a timer to see how long it would take James to mention it)

I kinda want to go to a Burn's Night thing now (also wdum Scottish people actually toast a sausage? i'm loving the descriptions of it though)

slightly irrelevant thought but they seem to be getting on so well, can James and Ed convince David to do taskmaster? (I have one secret agenda and it's called 'get david tennant on taskmaster')

James and David should totally do that documentary. actually they whatever they want to together. I would kill to see them do literally anything together

Ed made it a point to talk about and praise stellar David's tongue work as barty crouch jr (and then there was a lot of discussion about tongue)

potatoes!!!!! (he's right he's so right potatoes are amazing)

I'm just thinking of Stanley Tucci recommending David Tennant fancy wine and in turn David saying "so Stan, this is what you can do with a Mars bar" (he is scotttish after all) (I can't wait for the stanley tucci ep of his podcast)

David wanting Georgia to join him for his meal and then when given the option of having anyone else from all of history to join him as well, saying that he doesn't want to share a meal with anyone but Georgia😳

(also James and Ed invited themselves for dessert, can't help but imagine them third wheeling dt and gt)

David's choice of dessert - butterscotch angel delight with chunks of Mars bars and James' enthusiasm to try it out, reminds me of that time he (james) ate an entire pint of ice cream on tv

David ending the episode by calling James a wanker..

[zak-sn33-bagels-ii]

morr chunky sketches

[soakedmilkgt]

shit doodles of what happened after

Tinies have a sleepover,

I was talking to @gt-abby about a girl's night with Emily, Mar and Diana and this Idea came to my head

[gt-abby]

“Don’t cry, little star, remember who is there for you”

Saw this template

And thought it would be interesting to reverse the roles for a change. Perhaps it’s a dream of hers, perhaps it’s a dream of his. Nevertheless, Jake feels he should be there to protect Mar, and Mar feels everything is far too big for him to be able to bear for her.

[tthevoic3s]

From Blood Births Life and Death - Chapter 15

Company?

word count: 3,177

MASTERPOST

Life had been relatively normal back in the village. Though, normal didn't mean quiet. 

Summer Revelry had finally arrived, and, together with it, the air of restless celebration.

The main square was a chaotic mess of voices, colors, and scents. The market, always lively, now brimmed unlike any other time of the year. The entire village was alive with conversation, with laughter, with music. 

Wayfarers, traders, and nobles from the capital, as well as other villages, had begun to arrive. Children of every age darted through the maze of stalls and alleys, their laughter ringing through the air as they sneaked between the legs of merchants and visitors alike. Some took advantage of the carefree atmosphere and eventually reached out to snatch treats from the richly laden tables. More often than not, the vendors let them get away with their petty theft, offering only mock scoldings before turning back to their busy work.

Priestesses from all over the island visited the temple that stood at the village’s outskirts, right on the edge of the vast forest, engulfed by greenery and natural beauty.

Summer was, in every way, the season of feasting, of reunion, of cultural exchange. People from all throughout the island could learn something new, from local traditions to meeting new people. 

The festival was not just a tradition; it was a sacred ritual, a tribute to the Goddess of War, who, it was believed, found pleasure in the revelry of her people. To dance, to feast, to sing in her name was to invite her favor upon the land, to ensure peace in the coming seasons. 

Peace. 

While the market was used to be active during the entire year, the small, local library that stood on the sides of its square was certainly not. For most times of the year, silence reigned there. Though, with the excuse of discovering old local traditions and uses, many visitors stopped by eventually, borrowing books of all genres. Andrew really wasn’t a fan of big social gatherings and reunions, unlike his brother. Levi thrived in them. No wonder he decided to work in the market as soon as he turned sixteen.

Each summer, the thought of the arriving festival set off a week-long mental battle, in which he reluctantly prepared himself. But after years, he had somehow gotten accustomed to the festival's antics, and he had, at the very least, learned how to manage the inevitable rush of visitors and their insatiable curiosity. 

The key was simple: get the work done as soon as possible, zero procrastination. 

Everything needed to be in the right place before the last-minute wave of festival-goers descended upon the library in a frantic search for gods-know-what type of niche knowledge.

Given everything that had happened in recent weeks, Andrew desperately needed an escape from his own thoughts. The weight of the rather flabbergasting recent events still clung to him, and he still wasn’t able to shake them off. No amount of sleepless nights and research helped him keep his confusion at bay, so he had sort of given up. Even if he tried to study more, he had no clarity, and the inconsistency of it all was driving him crazy. 

But then, the festivity’s arrival was a godsend. With all the work that came with it, he found that the only way to distract himself was to stay busy.

So, he buried himself in his work, burying his nose in books, the records, the endless lists that needed updating, left untouched from the year before. 

He reorganised the various sections, re-stacking and tidying everything up to prepare for the visitors’ requests and endless curiosities. It was a fair amount of work, but he really didn’t mind cataloging and—eventually—stopping to inspect books that were initially left unnoticed but then piqued his interest. It was something the average person would have found boring, but for him it was strangely comforting, especially that year.

If he kept his hands occupied and his mind focused, he could almost convince himself that nothing else existed outside these walls. And by nothing else, he surely meant not even tiny people considered extinct, but that somehow managed to reappear. Nope. None of that was relevant now.

At least for now, it seemed to work. Temporarily was better than nothing. 

And, anyways, the Summer Revelry lasted two full weeks. Two long, eventful weeks, with enough social interaction to drain his mind out from all other thoughts except the awkwardness of having to confront other living beings. What a joy.

But hey! Maybe, by the time the celebrations ended, his mind would be clearer. Maybe the questions that tormented him would lose their urgency.

Maybe.

As soon as the festival had begun, the days started with the same routine of every summer. Waking up early to the sounds of bells ringing and music coming from the place, crossing the bustling marketplace, and after a full hour of sneaking past people of all kinds, enter the library and start the day. 

–

Andrew was leaning towards the shelf, precariously balancing himself on the wooden ladder as he searched for the tome requested by the noblewoman standing at the counter, who was animatedly chatting with her servant. 

She wore a long, silk crimson red robe, with a golden chain and sigil that probably indicated her status as a Great Council’s member. That meant she probably came directly from the Capital, from the South of the Island, in the mountain regions. 

Andrew had never been to the Capital, let alone visited the Great Council. And, in all the festivals he witnessed throughout his career – even if quite short – he had never seen a member of the aristocracy visiting the library, as well as any other shop, rather than just sending servants. He wasn’t sure the dark skinned woman was actually the first noble he encountered at the library, but it could be plausible. Anyways, it wasn’t like he knew much about the aristocrats’ uses. He really wasn’t a man of politics, and didn't even enjoy reading about such matters. Politics were… draining. Too much talking, too much staying in the center of attention, and – most of all – too much pressure on looks and attitude. They had to be impeccable, and Andrew, insecure, awkward and clumsy as he was, wasn’t suited for that. He rarely talked without stuttering in front of strangers or older people, and no matter how hard he tried, there was always something off in his looks. Maybe the way he kept his hair, or his often wrinkled clothes. The woman at the counter, on the other hand, seemed to be the perfect example of the noble council member Andrew always imagined.

She was delicate yet authoritative in her bearing, spoke with an enviable composure – especially for someone with his awful stuttering habit – and had an overall elegant appearance. Her long dark hair wasn't particularly adorned, it was pushed behind her ears, where she wore a couple of round, golden earrings that matched the sigil on her robe. 

The servant, on the other hand, was a completely different story. Barely a teenager, she – or he, Andrew couldn’t really tell at first sight – had a way less composed appearance. Dark, short curly hair framed their still childlike face, and they spoke with a way less sophisticated vocabulary than the woman. 

Andrew wasn’t paying attention to what the two people from the capital were discussing, fully concentrated on his work, but he nearly fell off the ladder when a loud crashing noise echoed from the rear storage room. 

Even the two at the counter stopped talking, and the servant’s head snapped towards the source of the noise.

“Was that… glass breaking?” the teen asked, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

Maybe a bird had crashed on a window, or a vase set in a precarious position had finally succumbed to the force of gravity. 

“Y-Yeah, probably just a bird… hah” he replied, his cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. 

The servant shot him a glare with a strange expression – not clear if it was mocking or simply inquisitive. A sane, normal person wouldn’t think such an insignificant accident could be so embarrassing, but we know Andrew, with his anxiety, wasn’t exactly capable of thinking like the average person mentioned above. So, he would have liked for a chasm to open under his feet so that he would disappear. After he sputtered the excuse for the noise, he didn’t know what to do. 

Was going to check what happened, leaving them alone, considered rude in front of an aristocrat? Did ignoring a problem, even if insignificant, made him look superficial? Gods, and why was he standing there like an idiot? 

“Maybe you should check, young man,” the woman interjected, probably noticing his awkward stance. 

He nodded, and smiled sheepishly.

 “O-of course. I’ll be right back. S-Sorry for the.. huh..”

Andrew quickly placed the book on the counter, turned on his heel and started walking towards that darn storage room. He cursed under his breath. Gods, why did every moment where he needed to look at least a bit more composed always end up with some kind of trouble? He nearly fell off the ladder in front of a council member! He did a mental facepalm, cringing at the idea of it actually happening – like the day it happened with Ethel. Plus, he stood there like he was fucking stupid, not knowing what to do. 

Stupid bird. Stupid society that makes me interact with other people. 

But, most of all, stupid me. 

He shook his head, and finally reached for the door handle. 

His eyes darted around the room, and as he stepped further inside, he noticed glass shards scattered all over the wooden pavement and the carpet, right beneath the narrow window that was used as the only source of lighting for the storage. 

As he imagined, a bird might have crashed against it and now there was this mess. Great. Stupid bird - again. 

He snorted, clearly not thrilled by having to clean it up, especially given the fact he spent the entire week before reorganizing all the damn storages. He knelt down, trying to avoid posing his knees or hands on the shards. It would have been far beyond ridiculous if he came back to the nobles with injuries that looked like he had to fight the bird in a bloodshed. Rolling his eyes at yet another embarrassing thought, he finally started cautiously collecting the shattered glass pieces from the ground, trying to be as quick as possible. 

After I’m done with this mess, I can finally-

Knock knock. 

He gasped, clumsily fumbling with one of the glass shards, which opened a small cut on his hand. He clenched his teeth in pain, and his head immediately snapped towards the broken window. 

What the hell.

The sun rays were reflecting past the unbroken glass, and he couldn’t clearly see what was on the other side. He tilted his head as he slowly rose to his feet, still startled.

“Andrew! Yeah, you! Right here!”

He stilled, his eyes widening. 

Wait a minute. I know that voice. 

His breath caught in his throat when, as soon as he made two cautious steps towards the window, his wide green eyes locked on a figure standing on the window ledge. A really, really small figure.

Oh Gods no. It couldn’t be. 

“MAYA?!”

There she was. The tiny, ginger-haired human girl was standing on the windowsill, insistently knocking and pounding her fists on the intact portion of the glass barrier.

Andrew clutched at his bloodied hand, and hurried to open the window – this time properly, without anything that included an act of vandalism. 

Maya didn’t spare a second. She hurried inside, almost tripping as she stepped over the wooden structure of the ledge. 

“What the- Maya, is that…you?”

No shit Sherlock, who was the only human that knew your name and probably had a reason to look for you after months? There weren’t many choices. Still, seeing her face again after  months was more than a shock. 

“Who else would it be?” she quipped, brushing a few strands of hair from her flushed face as she grinned looking up at his face.

Andrew’s thoughts raced. Seeing her again, after months of silence, was overwhelming. He almost wanted to slap his own face to prove this wasn’t a dream, but the pain in his injured hand already demonstrated it quite well. 

“W-What are you doing here?,” he hissed, the tone a bit sharper than he intended, despite the initial stuttering. 

Still, the human wasn’t taken aback by his interrogative and didn’t spend much time giving him an in depth explanation. Rather, she was bold enough to shout.

“No time for this!” 

Wait a darn minute. THE HELL YOU MEAN “NO TIME FOR THIS?”

He backed away, confused, shaking his head as to search for an explanation. 

“Just- Trust me! I’m just asking for a little help, I’ll explain later,” She continued, unrelenting, staring up at Andrew despite his clearly visible insecurity. “You helped me once, right?”

Right. And now I regret it. May the gods strike me down the next time I try to be altruistic and get in trouble for it. 

He hesitated, still not giving an answer. His eyes darted nervously from one corner of the room to the other, then back at the human, then back at the room. He felt his breathing rate going up and, fuck, I’m going to faint. I had just put an end to this madness-

“HEY!” 

Maya’s high pitched voice rang in his ears and pulled him back into reality, as she violently tugged at his sleeve. Her tiny figure wobbled, nearly falling off as he flinched instinctively.

“Everything okay up there?” She pressed, giving another tug to his shirt, craning her neck further to meet his eyes. 

He gritted his teeth, and then looked back at her, still hesitant. 

“:..how would I have to help you this time?” he muttered, his tone defeated. 

“Just hide me.” 

His eyes widened, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. His reaction time took a solid 5 seconds, in which he stared at her like a deer in front of a very fast going truck. 

“HIDE YOU?!” 

What did this fucked up little thing do this time? Last time she looked in trouble, and that soldier confirmed it, but now? Gods no, this wasn’t good.

“Come on!” She pressed, almost pleading.

He didn’t like doing things without proper explanation, or instruction, but the look of urgency in her eyes made him think this was going to be an exception. What if she really was in danger? He didn’t want a tiny, helpless human to be in trouble, right? Right. Again, he hated his stupid altruism. 

He groaned, but finally relented. 

He bent to have a closer look, still inspecting the tiny girl on the windowsill.

“Fine. I’ll help you with… whatever this is. But,” He hissed, pointing at her, “You owe me a proper explanation.” 

He straightened his posture and exhaled, bracing himself to let the girl step on his still shaky hand. He could see Maya was about to beam with relief, and who was the one helping and probably getting into some mess he couldn’t even understand? Him. Like always.

Just before she climbed on, he saw a glimpse of movement right outside the window. He instinctively retracted his hand, abruptly enough to nearly make Maya step in the empty air.

She let out a yelp of surprise, managing to regain her balance. His gaze sharpened as he leaned closer to the window, to have a better look at whatever moved outside. 

Despite the absurdity of the situation, he didn’t think he was having hallucinations. Well, at least not yet. 

Hidden behind a small vase on the ledge, there was another small figure - another human. He wasn’t like Maya. He looked visibly older, his expression and bearing more stern, and, worst of all, he was dressed like that one soldier he saw months before. His blonde curls slightly covered his terrified eyes as he met Andrew’s confused yet inquisitive-like stare. Another soldier, fantastic. - He thought - This can’t bring anything good. 

Yet, His face was pale with fear, his posture tense and his hand firmly clutched at his  weapon - whatever its name was, but the same the soldier from that night had. 

Andrew’s gaze softened a bit as he looked down at Maya - “Is he with you…?” He muttered, his voice almost a whisper now, “The blond guy.”

She looked over her shoulder quickly glancing at the soldier – Mars. 

“Yeah, don’t worry, he’s a…friend,” she tried to shrug it off, “Now just… damn, Andrew, please!” She trailed off, leaning forward to grab one of Andrew’s fingers so he could finally let her step on his hand.

Andrew glanced back at the soldier for a last time, the uncertainty in his mind kept alive by the sight of the weird, but familiar weapon, then nodded slowly at Maya. She quickly climbed on his palm, her tiny hands clutching at the edge of his sleeve for balance. She turned towards the window, and nodded firmly to the soldier, who, in return, disappeared in the foliage again.

Andrew felt a knot forming in his throat. This isn’t good. He kept repeating in his mind.  He gritted his teeth, his hand slightly trembling despite his efforts to stay still and keep Maya balanced. The human girl, on her side, didn’t seem bothered. 

He took a few steps back, and turned towards one of the shelves so he wasn’t facing the door. 

“Hey young man, is everything okay in there!?”

“Why’s he taking so long?”

He nearly jumped. Gods strike me NOW. The clients!

His eyes widened, and his fingers quickly encircled Maya’s torso, his grip tightening around her for a split second. The human yelped again, just before being released on the wooden surface of the shelf, between two books that could comically double her in height. She coughed a couple of times, and saw how Andrew’s eyes darted to the door. 

“Company?” Maya prompted, a nervous laugh escaping her lips, as she saw that he wasn’t really amused at the whole situation. 

The giant shot her a glare. “Don’t move, for the Gods’ sake. You wanted to be hidden? There, stay here.” He said, his voice a whisper. 

Before she could retort, he pulled a book in front of her, for better coverage.

“Yeah, coming back in a second!” Andrew replied to the woman, his tone a bit too eager to sound natural. With a final glance at the shelf, he made his way towards the door, and shut it behind him with a clink, leaving Maya alone in the clearly oversized storage. 

She gulped. Yeah, Andrew didn’t look particularly thrilled to help her this time. What if Mars was right and this was a straight up gamble? She sighed, leaning her back on the rear of the shelf, her shoulders slumped.

Fuck off, Mars. You can’t be right. I am always right.

[itiswormtimebaby]

Here’s what I’m thinking about: Crashing Mob boss!Ari’s car

Pairing: Mafia!Ari x Fem!Reader CW: references to oral (m receiving), deepthroating, choking, facial, anal, gun/gunshots (no one is injured), spanking, 18+

Ari, for being a multi-millionaire kingpin, always seems rather indifferent to money and materialism. Which, admittedly, is a luxury he is afforded for having so much of it.

That said, if he will splurge on anything (besides you), it’s the shiny toys that line his three story garage. He’s generous though, if you beg extra pretty on your knees he’ll let you borrow any of them that you like. Some cars take more convincing than others, such was the case for his newly acquired Ferrari 250 GT Berlinetta Lusso, a vintage beauty that took you forty-five minutes on your knees, choking on his monster of a cock that he insisted kiss the inside of your throat, to even see the keys, let alone touch them.

In the end he'd conceded, something about your pretty face covered in his cum moving him to generosity. You'd spent a glorious half hour speeding around the estates backroads before a deer darting across the path had you instinctually swerving to avoid collision; instead of steel meeting flesh it met bark. The car collided with a sickening crunch.

Ari was always the first person you called when in distress, and that was putting your current state mildly, tears pouring from your eyes before he'd even picked up the phone. Your words were a jumble, trying to say too many things at once, primarily a mess of apologies, describing the state of the car, why you'd swerved- Ari didn't give a damn, only asking one thing over and over; "Are you alright?" but in your upset you managed to miss his question altogether.

It took him less than five minutes to locate you, storming up to where you were fussing over the damage done to the front end of the car- still shaking, tears staining your face. When he hooked you around the shoulders to pull you to face him you let out a big hiccupping cry, "Oh Ari, I'm so sor-sor-sorry-" He ignored your apology, too busy scanning you from head to toe, cataloging any scratch, bruise, or speck of blood he saw on you, once again asking if you were alright.

But once more instead of answering you started rambling about how much you knew he loved the car, how you hadn't consciously made the choice to swerve, that it looked bad but did he think there was a chance it could be salvaged, did- Fed up with your ignoring his question Ari yanked out the Smith & Wesson he kept tucked in the back waistband of his pants, pointing it at the un-marred body of the vehicle; "Fuck. the. car." He grit out between clenched teeth, each word enunciated with the loud pop of a shot, bullet holes joining the already present damage. It was enough to shock you into silence as Ari roughly grabbed your chin, manhandling you into looking him in the eyes, "Are. You. Alright?"

Later, as Ari roughly took your ass, having been offered it in penance, he made sure you knew that the punishing slaps he was delivering to the sensitive flesh weren't because you'd crashed the car, they were because for even one second you'd thought he would care more about the state of some thing than he did you.

[gt-abby]

*screams into pillow* ITS SO PRETTY I LIVE IT THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

The “horns” are a nice touch, I appreciate you taking the time to see and understand my ocs and their stories and characteristics 🙇🏻‍♀️

gt-abby

What’s this sliding into @gt-abby’s inbox? A little present from me, your Secret Santa! Merry Christmas!

I tried making her hair look like horns to reference her transformed design, but she was lovely to draw!

[the-most-humble-blog]

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EFFECT: sleight-of-thought, epistemic discomfort, sensory inversion

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🧠 BLACKSITE LITERATURE™ — “THE MOON IS MADE OF CHEESE”

A Scrolltrap by Mr. Humble

(Yes, I’m serious. No, I’m not joking. Yes, this is happening.)

—

Let’s get this out of the way:

🧀 The moon is made of cheese.

And you've been lied to your entire life.

Wait—what?

Exactly.

You’ve already rolled your eyes, haven’t you?

Good. That’s proof the trick worked.

Because the mind protects its delusions faster than it investigates its reality.

—

Let’s start with what you *do* believe.

You eat cheese.

A secretion. A congealed rot.

You praise the stink. You swallow the mold.

You let a fungus-ridden secretion from a lactating mammal sit in your fridge and call it “aged.”

That’s normal to you.

But the moon being made of cheese is absurd?

Interesting.

—

Now let’s try something else.

🌕 The moon controls the tides.

It pulls oceans across continents with invisible fingers.

It influences menstrual cycles.

It triggers madness (the word “lunacy” didn’t invent itself).

Yet it's just a “rock”?

A perfect circle hanging above us for every recorded generation?

A celestial body that’s *just there*, locked in perfect synchronous orbit so we always see the same face?

You believe that?

—

They told you it was created from a collision.

That a Mars-sized object slammed into Earth and left a chunk spinning in the sky like a loyal pet.

A chunk that just so happened to form the exact same apparent size as the sun during an eclipse.

You bought that?

Explain this then:

- The moon rang like a bell when struck during Apollo missions.

- It’s older than Earth according to isotope dating.

- It has no magnetic field, no solid core, and its dust is radioactive.

- Many craters are too shallow for the meteor size—like something is beneath them.

- Multiple scientists, including Dr. Gordon MacDonald, suggested the moon might be hollow.

Still with me?

What else floats in space, hollow, unmoving, orbit-locked, and unfathomably old?

*Satellites.*

Now… back to cheese.

Why cheese?

Because the myth persisted.

Because there’s always a grain of truth in every lie that’s been passed down as a joke.

Because every child in every culture has heard the story of “the cow jumping over the moon.”

Because we’ve always known there was something *off* about it.

Because your brain has been trained to dismiss anything that smells like folklore—

even though folklore is the encrypted survival data of your species.

And guess what?

The moon smells like gunpowder.

Like sulfur.

Like *cheese on fire.*

But sure—keep believing it’s just a rock.

—

🧠 Final question:

Why is the moon always watching?

Why did every ancient civilization assign it gods, demons, eyes?

Why do people see the faces of the dead under it?

Why do children cry louder under full moons?

Why is it the only object in the night sky humans have *never* stopped drawing?

—

It doesn’t matter if the moon is literally made of cheese.

What matters is that I just made you question something you’ve believed your entire life—

using *nothing but rhythm, pressure, and cadence.*

No one else alive can do that to you.

Not like this.

Not in under 500 words.

Not while your brain is begging for a reality check that isn’t coming.

—

Because the point wasn’t the cheese.

The point was the virus.

The idea.

The sleight of mind.

You’ll never look at the moon the same way again.

And that’s my power.

🔁 Reblog if your brain twitched mid-scroll

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