#have a good day loveyou!!!

[trainingdummyrabbit]

goodmorning besties!!! my fuckig internet went out again!!! so in case i dont see u all for awhile:

i love you i love you i love you ilu ilu loveyou ilove you i love you ilu love you!!!! ok yay <33

[blazeball]

having a charcuterie board........ so much better than a traditional thanksgiving/xmas meal. do recommend

[rootsofdread]

yasss, your reqs are finally open again!! so happy to see it <3

could you do Ash, Thalita, Dwight, Rebecca and Ace with a killer s/o (or crush (or friend)), who's just..very chill? Trials with them filled with zero sadism or hard feelings, they are just, yk, doing their job. Sometimes giggling at the stupid things survivors do, ask if everything's alright if someone falls or bumps into something, and letting everyone go on a good day if they just ask good enough!!

🦞loveyou

this was fun to do!! looove survivor x killer lol <33

also tried to make the relationship ambiguous so it can be read as either romantic or platonic!

Dwight Fairfield:

If you asked him, Dwight wouldn’t lie, you still scare him a little bit, even though he knows you’re generally harmless outside of doing what the Entity asks you. And you being friendly doesn’t really help him make sense of his feelings. It’s a confusing concoction and he never knows how to act around you.

If you come to help him after he falls on his face while trying to vault away from you, his face flushes red — he still tries to act brave in front of you, though. He quickly tells you he’s alright and dusts himself off. He kind of sits there awkwardly in front of you for a moment before gesturing that you should get back to your chasing.

He’s usually the first to ask if you can let everyone go. Typically blurted out in fear when you have him down, but sometimes he very awkwardly walks up to you after you’ve hooked or downed someone to ask if you’ll let them all live, fidgeting with his hands. He knows chances are you can’t, but he also knows it doesn’t hurt to ask if you’re willing to listen.

Ace Visconti:

Of course, Ace is a gambling man. When he noticed you looming over him while he worked on a generator, he decided he should try his luck committing to the generator. You didn’t immediately stab him, so maybe it’ll work this time — out of the hundreds of other times he’s tried it. He was surprised when he realized he had finished the generator and you had left to bother someone else. Looks like his luck is finally turning around…

He usually takes risks like this with you. It’d happen with any killer, honestly, but he feels more safe taking gambles when it���s with you. He’ll commit to working on generators, instantly run to save teammates, try to pull himself off of the hook, even. Sometimes it doesn’t pay off the way he wants to, if you decide to mess with him, but that doesn’t dampen his spirit.

This means he’s usually also the first to offer himself in place of one of his teammates. He kind of banks on you loving him enough you’ll spare both of them, but he knows sometimes he needs to go or you enjoy messing with him a bit. He tends to see it as more of him earning points to cash out with you, like you’ve killed him this many times, you should let him go this time. This works a little better.

Ash Williams:

Ash’s bravery — perhaps more accurately, stupidity — regarding evil creatures isn’t exactly a secret. He was always bold and hanging around you when he shouldn’t have been, he was the first to find out that you’re relatively harmless compared to most of the other killers. Due to said “bravery,” of course — but he finds it just groovy that you’re a cool killer.

If you’re in a trial with survivors who don’t already know you’re chill, he loves casually hanging around you and seeing the panic on their face as they try to get him away from you. This would fall on deaf ears even if he didn’t personally know you, but he really gets a kick out of it. You and him can always share a laugh over little things like this.

He will test his luck sometimes by being annoying or baiting hits from you. He knows you don’t actually want him dead, so he has fun messing with you and seeing what he can get you to do. He loves when you get a little playful and go along with it, pretending like you’re really out to get him — it’s so much fun for him.

Rebecca Chambers:

Rebecca would have surprised you by being brave enough to trust that you didn’t want to hurt everyone for your own pleasure, rather than for your job. She may have seemed hesitant, but eased up when she saw how comfortable you were with everyone. There was no bloodlust or craving for violence — you seemed…normal. As normal as you can be, at least, she guessed.

She first got close to you when she ran up to heal a downed teammate and saw you standing there. She felt safe getting them up in front of you, and even gave you a thumbs-up when you let them run off. There was a moment between the two of you before you began chasing her instead.

She doesn’t typically mind when you have to kill a few of the survivors. She knows you have to. As long as you’re nice to everyone and knows you’re not doing much more than a job, she, at least, accepts it. She treats you with the same respect you treat all the other survivors with.

Thalita Lyra:

Thalita was sure her people skills would earn her favors with a killer at some point. Even a monstrous serial killer should be able to be charmed by her, she thought. She was relieved when you had agreed to spare everyone’s lives after a tough, long-winded trial. She knew at that moment you couldn’t be as bad as the rest of them.

She’s competitive and enjoys a bit of fun with you, often baiting you into chasing her around so she can see how long either you or her will last. Of course, there’s the added bonus of this allowing her teammates some time, but it’s mainly to sate her competitive spirit. The others frequently see the two of you running around the grounds laughing to yourselves.

She honestly loves being with you. It makes her feel like she’s building a community again — building a bridge between the survivors and the killers. Perhaps you’re the first step to the two groups coexisting. She knows it’s probably a pipe dream, but you know her, so you know even if that’s true she’ll still work towards it, now with you.

[spiderculechronicals]

Ok so I can email myself chunks of text instead of typing with my thumbs that's good 👍 Anyway here's that caffeine scene with more to it

“HEY BITCHES… CAFFEINE IS HERE…” Peter 3 called out as he opened the door to Wade’s apartment. He held the drinks-carrier perched high in one hand. “I got a Dr Parker, Just a big black coffee with nothing… aaand… what’s this? Lil’ Petey has a pink drink with an extra shot of vanilla…”

“Oh you are lying!!” Peter 1 gasped, offended. “I said get me whatever!!”

“And this is what you get!! Drink your sugar, bitch!” Peter 3 grinned, handing him the big plastic cup dripping with condensation. “Loveyou Daddykins…”

“Noooo my street cred…” Peter 1 whined weakly, accepting the drink.

“Sorry, it was the closest thing they had to a Capri Sun.”

“Why do you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, I love you so much!” Peter 3 beamed. “I wanted to get you a cake-pop too but they all looked demented.”

“Why are you even supporting this big conglomerate… that’s not very Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman of you…” Peter 1 snarked.

“We are broke ass bitches and Wade had a giftcard. Sue me. We tipped the balance, don’t worry, peaches.”

“Coffee…” Peter 2 came out of the bedroom and claimed his big paper cup. “Mm. Thanks. Where’s Wade?”

“Chatting with the landlord. S’fine.” Peter 3 waved a hand, unbothered. “He’ll be up soon.”

“What did you get?” Peter 1 asked.

“BabyBoy got a double shot iced latte with oat milk and cold foam… hi spiderpeeps! Just had a good chat with the property manager, he’s totes fine with you three spending as much time as you want here absolutely no conflict there, and he’s gonna send some prospects our way for bigger accommodations.”

“Oat milk and cold foam, huh?” Peter 1 smirked, taking a long swallow of his drink. “Yeah, okay.”

“… ordering oat milk keeps the demand up so they keep providing it…”

“Paying extra for something that should be a default option keeps it inacessable…!”

“How does that even make sense…”

“Alright note to self: no more coffee for Spiders, they get grumpy…” Wade shuffled around Peter 1 and 3 and went to stand by Peter 2.

Peter 2 just stood and watched, occasionally sipping his black coffee.

“Except for you! … you’d have been happy enough if we’d snuck some from a hotel lobby, though…”

“Eh…” Peter 2 shrugged. “Accurate.”

“How’s the recovery?”

“Feeling fine. Won’t make a difference, I’m on time-out anyway…” Peter 2 rolled his eyes (with just a hint of engagement in his neck and shoulders, making Wade smile).

“Ha!... yeaaah, that’s… that’s gotta be rough…”

Peter 2 shrugged. “What’s a couple days next to fifteen years, though, hm? … anyway it’s not a complete ban, I don’t really have anything to complain about.” He chuckled, then sighed and put two fingers to his lips, giving a sharp whistle that made both Peter 1 and 3 jump nearly out of their skins and turn towards him.

“Awww-uh… we weren’t really fighting…” Peter 3 kicked at the floor. “How’s that thing by the way is it bad?”

“No, I love it, shut up.”

“Bitch…” Peter 3 grinned. Peter 1 giggled.

“… How does that argument about the oat milk make sense though…?”

“I dunno, I was just trolling, I heard some high school kid say something like that on the subway last week. Like I almost see what they were getting at, but it puts the responsibility on the consumer in a dumb way, like- what exactly are you supposed to do then? Go Karen on the barista, or just, not order it at all and they stop selling it, period?”

“So you agree with me!”

“You still ordered the most stereotypically gay millennial drink you could. Did you put Splenda in it?”

“No, Splenda hurts my tummy. I was supposed to have the vanilla in mine, actually, but I ordered wrong and then… didn’t want to have them fix it… so I put some of that raw sugar in, but it didn’t dissolve all the way ‘cause of the ice, and the last sip was kinda gross and crunchy…”

Peter 1 giggled and hid his face behind his cup. “Why are you so cute when you’re pathetic?”

Peter 3 grinned, “It’s the Peter Parker charm, and it only works because I really am that awkward…” He laughed.

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(I'm not fully satisfied with Wade's characterization in this I'll probably spice him up later lol)

(BTW that line about the cake pops makes me die laughing every time and I don't know why)

[lemurious]

Forgetting

(in memory of my grandmother-in-law slowly slipping into forgetting now, and my own grandmother having done the same a few years ago...)

You start with dates. The wedding anniversary’s the first you notice disappear, Then birthdays, first dates, funerals, Proposals, Christmasses and Easters. Who knows on which day Easter falls each year?

You think of spring, of chocolates and meadows, of births and graduations, (Your children’s birthdays, how could you not remember? Do you remember having children?)

You are not so sure. Too used to memory that is a team sport.

As in, you know the time when? As in, but you remember?   Not then, before, of course, I think it was the spring, the skies so blue, and so much sunshine.

It needed both of you, or jumbled pieces would never form a puzzle. A game of snakes and ladders, but ladder rungs are missing, and snakes are fat with swallowing your days, one by a juicy one.

Your favorites go next. The favorites of true importance: cereal with milk or yogurt? What kind of toothpaste? The one that whitens or just amps up the shine?

When was the last time when you bought each other flowers?

(Now, only succulents. For they can be forgotten, for a while.)

Your future plans will follow suit. You’ve always wanted to repaint the kitchen, to start a garden, To make a shopping list. To cook, to eat, to say that by the grace of God, we are…

(The words of grace have been forgotten long ago, somewhere between festivities and names of nephews).

The pleasantries will leave you afterwards.  The thankyous and the pleases, welcomes and farewells, The pet names, though you’ve never liked them anyway, and will consider them good riddance.

The loveyous on the phone, squeezed to a single word. The sorries when we failed despite our best attempts, The minor squabbles, the anger and frustration. (With time, they’ll be forgotten too. And you will miss them just as much as joy.)

So much is left.

So much is left to be forgotten still.

The squeeze of hands while watching television. The hug goodbye, as many times a day as one of you was leaving. The scars that mark your old adventures and the ones that never healed. The trinkets that should have disappeared in the beginning, but stubbornly held out unto the last. The rings, the photographs. The ribbons and the paintings. The recipes. The wedding cards, now stashed in cupboards, stained with grime.

(So are the memories).

When all is gone, what will be left? The kind of love that never followed the instructions, not even those that are engraved with such precision in the stone.

In peace, it’s written.

They tell you, he rests in peace, and shake their heads, impatient with the repetition, with the reminder you require every day.

(And you, what peace is there for you?)

It would be easiest to stay in utter silence (of the grave, you do not add, it would be impolite.)

You do not speak.

Because the words themselves will be forgotten, in the end, like pebbles falling through the fingers.

(But do not worry: you may forget, but he remembers. The afterlife is kinder.)

[modern-oedipus]

Hey , i just want know are you okey ? Are you alive ? Because youre not been here for a long time and i just wonder . Loveyou <3 <3

Hello! Thank you for checking up on me! I am doing well. I shifted my focus from the online platforms to different priorities, so I am not checking my social media as often, but I am really doing great! I’m also here with good news that I want to accounce while responding to this ask:

I am writing Conflict!

Important parts of previous chapters are being rewritten, polished and edited for a better reading experience. Chapter 20 is on the way!

I have been working on it for last two weeks by now! I wanted to post the new chapter on Norman’s birthday, but reviewing the previous chapters take way longer than I anticipated. I am also adding some author’s notes to update about what I changed in the fic or how I am feeling compared to then-vs-now! I am putting more emphasis on the trigger warnings as well!

Right now I am editing chapter 11. I am directly editing on AO3 and posting whatever progress is done, then I go back to it, so if you check the chapters you may come across to live-time edits! As I explained in detail at the author’s notes of Chapter 1, I don’t aim to edit or rewrite the whole story; doing that would be against the fic’s soul and it wouldn’t feel the same anymore. I’m just doing some reconstruction work, I am trying to keep my writing style as it was back in 2019, add some details and in-depth descriptions of some scenes, explain the little plot holes, fix the formatting issues, etc. I am doing this both to remember the story better before writing Chapter 20 and so on (Chapter 20 is not the final chapter, so I am thinking about giving more regular updates since I am getting my momentum back) and to confront the times I was writing it.

I kept back from announcing it here and just silently edited it, though a reader realized it on first day and commented on Chapter 1 and I felt the happiest to know that they were still here! I am going to reply back to the comments I received within 1 year, as well!

My plan is to finish editing and reviewing all of the chapters 1-19. Then I am going to make a full Google Drive doc with detailed, spoiler-containing Trigger Warning for each chapter. Then I’ll publish Chapter 20. After that, I’ll respond to the comments. I think after all of this long and tedious committed work, I can just keep updating regularly. That’s the plan if it all goes well!

On a good note! I am also adding Chapter Songs! Those are the songs I used to listen while I was writing Conflict. I really thought they are fitting to certain chapters. I didn’t write any chapters with a specific song on my mind, in fact, I discovered those songs for Conflict aesthetic instead, but either way they are really fitting! So I am editing and updating as I go, to the songs I find relevant.

Reconstruction of chapters 1-10 is complete and I am consistently working on the next ones, so if you want please check it out! ❤️

On a side note, I am aware that it has been sooooo long, so I wasn’t really expecting anyone except for a few people I know in-person, to read Conflict again! I mean, I am not even offended or anything, most of us have sort of moved on from hyperfixations we had back in 2019, myself included. But I have my personal reasons to go back to checking Conflict. On the day I started editing, I was telling myself, “It is okay if no one notices. I don’t even want to make an announcement. I’ll just quickly take a tour on AO3.” but I received a comment on it on the morning of it, despite not making a single announcement! It just… made me happy beyonds words can express.

I don’t know if I would go so far in editing/rewriting if I did not KNOW for the fact that, some people are definitely interested! I know that because they went out of their way to let me know! All the comments I have been receiving within this year, all the asks, dm-s, everything summed up and gave me the Courage to keep writing.

So, once again. Thank you. All of you. I’m looking forward to enjoying the ride with you! ❤️

[pigswithwings]

hi hi hi just wanted to say that i think youre so cool. seriously. love seeing your ideas whether it's in writing or drawing or any other art form ...... always happy to see that you like my stuff too like yesss yesss that's the awesome mutual stamp of approval. hope you have a good day : ) !!!!

AHHHHH AHH OKAY!!! THANK YOU!! I LOVEYOU!!! HOORAY

[writerlyhabits]

KAM!! a rare request for some much needed help bc i am currently in a state of shock.

i was at my boyfriend's house and he was telling me bye at my car and literally as he's closing my door he goes "loveyou." super quick, super casual, and immediately after begins telling me not to hit his cats when I'm pulling out of his driveway??? and i was lowkey in complete and utter shock/panic and i froze? i mean i obvs feel the same but like was i dreaming?? do i suddenly decide to be confrontational (i absolutely depsise confrontation) and ask him about it/tell him how i also feel? I DON'T KNOW 😭

anyways hope you're having a super slay day! (with lots less panic attacks than mine lmao 🫡) sorry for the super long ask I've quite literally never loved anyone before and am quite literally panicking 24/7. it's fine. love you!! 🫶

~darcy anon 🌹

AHHH DARCY OH MY GOD!! You’re lucky my mom was able to help, because I was in a very similar boat when your ask came into my inbox 😂

She’d just watched a movie where something like this had happened, and her recommendation was to bring it up like this: “So, the other day, as I was leaving you were saying goodbye, and you said you love me…” And then leave kind of a pregnant pause, to let him respond if he feels like he needs to. But then you’ve got to be a bit brave, and let him know how you feel too, whatever those feelings are.

It is scary, but try not to think of it as a confrontation because I 100% hate it too. Telling someone you love them is having an honest communication about your feelings, even if doing so is a little scary. I always tell my boyfriend “I want to say something, but I have to be brave about it, so just bear with me” because I’m a chicken, but he’s learned that it means I want to talk about something important that we usually end up agreeing on anyway.

Your ask actually helped me make the decision to have my own brave conversation … I told my boyfriend I love him while I could still do it in person before leaving for my trip. And let me tell you, it lifted a huge weight off of my chest – literally, there was this pressure in my chest when I was close to saying it, like they were just gonna burst out of me 😂

I’ve never said it first to anyone before, so I had to convince myself to be brave and have the conversation, and I’m so glad I did. It allowed us to be open and honest about our feelings, and I think it’s made us stronger for it. It was still absolutely nerve wracking, but it was so so worth it.

I know it’s hard, but good things usually are. And I’ve been traveling for the last few days, so I’m sure I’m late to whatever you decided to do, but I wish you courage and kindness and happiness for this moment 💛

Thanks for dropping by, and let me know how it went!!

[cadaverousdecay]

how is your little baby cas how's he doing!!! tell him i said hi & give him so many pets for me <3

also i loveyou so much i wish there was a tree around that we can carve our initials into and be remembered by nature forever ...

hes good!!!! we took him with us on a long drive and he was laying on my lap just chilling hes such a baby <333

oughhhhh i love u 2 so so so much gping to blow up our initials onto every mountain. for funsies. kissing u forever and ever hope ur having a good day <3333333

[damienthepious]

THE RETURN OF THE AMNESIA FIC IM ALIVE I SWEAR. HELLO!!!

Going Through Changes, Ripping Out Pages (chapter 13)

[ch 1] [ch 2] [ch 3] [ch 4] [ch 5] [ch 6] [ch 7] [ch 8] [ch 9] [ch 10] [ch 11] [ch 12] [ao3] [???]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Lord Arum, Sir Damien, Rilla, The Keep

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Established Relationship, (uhhhhh sorta), Amnesia, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, (WE WILL GET THERE…… EVENTUALLY)

Summary: Lord Arum wakes to discover that some things have changed while he slept. Namely, there is a human in his bed.

Chapter Summary: A meeting with a messenger.

Chapter Notes: Someone commented on this fic a couple weeks ago and it got me THINKING about it again, which FINALLY got me unstuck! BOOYAH. The system works comments are writer kibble, Thank You I Love You All. If you're reading this i loveyou.

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The visitor waits on the far side of the main door, and Arum glowers at the wood as if he might banish either the monster or the curse itself with the force of his ire.

The Keep sings lightly, hesitant notes, and Arum sighs.

"I don't know," he admits. "How often do we have visitors, these days? I remember a particular lack of... sociability. I did not like to entertain unless required by decorum or self-preservation to do so. I very much doubt that has changed, even with... them."

The Keep hedges gently. Arum appreciates that. He sighs.

"Well," he grumbles, "no point in putting it off."

The Keep dutifully shifts some air, billowing Arum's cape around his ankles dramatically as he pushes the door open. He steps out with his back straight and his horns proudly skyward, instantly relieved and disappointed in the same breath when he sees the visitor with his own eyes.

Not some brute come to twist his arm, nor an old ally come to check on him in the aftermath of... whatever the last year entailed. Just a courier. One Arum recognizes very vaguely, from a visit with the Senate if he remembers correctly. Not an entirely good sign.

The little faun gives a wincing sort of smile and a bow, by all appearance appropriately intimidated by Arum's title and stature.

"Lord Arum?" he asks in a tremulous sort of voice. "Ruler of the Swamp of Titan's Blooms?"

Arum glares down his snout, projecting an extremely haughty sneer, and nods.

"What do you want?"

The faun blinks, but he adjusts fairly quickly to Arum's irritation. Considering what Arum remembers of the attitude of the Senate to monsters less powerful than them, that... is not entirely surprising. He could almost feel guilty for acting at all similarly.

Almost.

The faun's wincing smile reemerges, and he bows again, still stiffly, before he reaches into the satchel at his side.

"I have a message for you, m'lord. From the Senate."

"I assumed as much," Arum mutters darkly, and when the faun blinks again he shakes his head.

The faun holds out a roll of parchment, conspicuously sealed. Arum lifts a hand-

And then reconsiders, the thought of the Senate's previous letter shredded in the hearth a vivid point in his memory. He pulls the hand back to his chest, and the faun makes yet another valiant effort not to look baffled.

He holds up a finger with another hand instead, a signal for pause, and then he calls over his shoulder instead. "Keep. My work gloves, if you would. Only one pair will suffice."

The Keep sings an assent (the courier's eyes widen just enough to be noticeable), immediately passing him his gloves through a little portal from the workshop.

Overkill, perhaps. His work gloves are thick and durable, fireproof, but more importantly-

Magic-proof. Magic repellent. Enough so to make his own fingertips numb if he wears them for too long. If he had been smart enough to wear them when the Senate wrote to him last, perhaps he would not be here now. Better safe than doubly cursed.

He pulls the gloves onto his upper hands, and then delicately, carefully takes the scroll from the faun.

There is a pulse of magic when Arum breaks the seal, and he sneers over the quickly fading scent of a persuasion spell. Absolutely pathetic.

The actual words barely mean a thing to him (given a second chance to do as the Universe wills, if you only rebuke the choices which brought this punishment down upon your head ), considering the knowledge that they intended to try to subvert his own free will to force him to be more amenable to the... "offer."

Hypocrites. All of them. Purporting to uphold the will of the Universe while trying to puppeteer the monsters beneath them-

(The humans love whoever he used to be, not who is is now. Would it be better, would they be safer, if he ejected them back to their Citadel and bowed his head to the Senate again regardless? If he swallowed his pride, swallowed their manipulation, and did as he was told? Would that keep them safer? Would-)

(He makes - made - weapons for the Senate. To kill humans. Of course working with the Senate would not keep Sir Damien and Amaryllis safe.)

"Hm," Arum growls, sharply folding the letter between stiff claws. "Fascinating."

The arrogance, he thinks. The absolute gall-

"Look," the faun says quietly as Arum stares at the parchment, his tone furtive and sympathetic. "I'm not supposed to know what's going on, but- everyone is talking about it. If you just go to them and apologize, and agree to work for them again- they'll leave you alone! One or two of the Senators are bitter old bugs who won't like it, but they're outnumbered anyway."

Arum turns towards the creature, raising an eyebrow as the faun twitches a small, more honest smile towards him. "Is that so," he murmurs, and the faun nods. "Everyone is talking about what the Senate has done to me..."

The faun's smile fades, just a little, and he tilts his head. "What they've... done to you?"

Arum folds the letter again, his claws creasing it sharply through his gloves, and the faun fidgets as Arum turns his eyes towards him. "Why don't you tell me," he says, "what, precisely, everyone thinks is going on?"

"W-well," he hedges, his eyes nervous now as he watches Arum's hands. "Er- I apologize, m'lord, I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have said anything. It's not- not my place-"

Arum narrows his eyes. "You did say something, though, didn't you? So, keep talking. I asked. What are they saying about me?"

Guilt on the faun's face, and a pinched sort of anxiety that reminds Arum forcibly of Sir Damien.

"I... er... please, I wouldn't want to- to-"

"I will not be offended," Arum tries, rolling his eyes. "I have no intentions of blaming the messenger, as it were. If everyone is talking about it, as you said, then I think I should have the right to know what's being said. It pertains to me, after all, and... well. You mentioned. Speak."

Arum gestures, and the faun hesitates for a another half a heartbeat before he sighs, his ears slicking down flat against his head. "They say you escaped punishment at Fort Terminus and might? Maybe? Be implicated in its destruction?" he says quickly, rushing through the words with a wince firmly affixed on his face. "Escaped, some say, with- with human help, and- and potentially allied with humans - knights - now, to work against the- the monster collective, broken your contracts while the Senate was busy scrambling in the aftermath, et cetera, all sorts of nonsense, obviously, wouldn't put much stock in rumors, right? Nothing to be gained from- from chatter, and-"

"Hm," Arum says slowly. "I must say that I was expecting the rumors to be less accurate, more extreme."

The faun blinks, nose twitching. "E-extreme? More extreme than- than-"

"From what I understand, little creature, the Senate tried to kill me, and the humans saved me. And then," he says with a growing frown, "when I did not fall easily back into line, they tried to reach across the distance and punish me magically for the crime of refusing to lay and die at their feet."

"A-ah?"

"You are a monster," Arum says, gesturing with the paper. "Certainly you felt that they tried to persuade me, just now. Curses and spells and manipulations."

"But- but- humans?"

Arum snorts, darkly amused that the faun would fixate on that detail. And then, after a moment, amused as well that he no longer finds the idea baffling himself. The humans are... insistent. Inarguable, in an odd way.

"As I said," he grumbles. "The Senate tried to kill me. They pulled me out of that cell. Apparently."

Arum can see the faun noting his wording, but the creature declines to ask about that particular matter. Instead, he nods, still dubious. "I... see," he says, tone delicate, and then his ears droop. "I'm not... not surprised," he says haltingly, and at Arum's tilt of the head he clarifies. "The spell, I mean. On the letter. I've... I've seen them do that before. They never say that I'm not supposed to talk about it, but... I know I'm not. Honestly- I don't think they expect me to even understand what's going on. But-"

"But you aren't an idiot."

The faun hiccups a surprised laugh. "I try not to be," he says with a vague smile, but it fades just as quick as the laugh bubbled up. "I don't... I don't like that they use me to do things like that, it- it's-"

The faun pauses, then glances back and forth as if expecting to be overheard before he leans just slightly closer.

"It seems close to blasphemy, to speak true," he whispers, and then he leans back out of Arum's space just as quickly. "But it isn't my place to... or, at least, who would care for my opinion on the matter? Against the word of the Senate, it isn't as if I can do anything anyway."

Arum thinks of the sturdy walls of the Keep, the safety of the miles of swamp waiting at his whim to protect the both of them. If he did not have such things to fall back on-

Arum considers the creature in front of him, considers the Senate's so-called offer. Considers a nap, briefly.

"You have... you have nothing to do with any of this," Arum mutters after a long moment, exhaustion settling on his shoulders like a thick blanket. He closes his eyes, rubbing a hand down his snout with a sigh. "Go back, and tell them that I would not even open the door for you. They are spiteful old fools who would punish you for the crime of delivering the unhappy news that I have less than no intention of ever kneeling to their whims again. Best to deliver no news at all. Perhaps they will assume me dead. That would certainly be easier."

"Lord Arum?" the courier prods quietly, sounding deeply uncertain, and Arum huffs and opens his eyes again.

"I mean it. Go. I'm not going to give them what they want, and there is no reason for you to be punished for that."

The faun swallows, looking down, but then his shoulders sink. "But- you opened the letter. They'll know. Or- they'll think that I opened it without- they'll-"

Damn. Arum sighs.

"Don't go back, then," he mutters, scratching absently at the base of one of his horns. "They'll assume I killed you, doubtless. It should be easy enough to reinvent yourself."

"But-" the fauns eyes widen, his ears pressed flat to the top of his head. "M-my family- my friends- I can't just leave all of those monsters behind and disappear-"

Arum sneers, pretending not to think again of the Keep. But then-

He pauses.

"All those monsters," he says slowly.

"My siblings, my cousins-"

"Do you dislike the Senate?"

The faun flinches, his eyes extremely wide and instantly guilty. Enough of an answer without any words spoken. Arum huffs a laugh.

Everyone in the monster collective is already gossiping about Arum and his situation. The Senate is barely clinging to their authority after the fall of Fort Terminus. And a less-than-loyal messenger with, apparently, a rather wide network of contacts has just fallen into Arum's lap. He clenches his teeth in a grin to keep from laughing again.

"I believe," he pauses, "what should I call you, little courier?"

"Er- ah, Hopskip?"

Arum nods. "I believe, Hopskip, that I would like to invite you inside to discuss certain... delicate matters," Arum says, slow and sonorous, and the faun's nose twitches.

"I'm- I'm not- you should know, m'lord," Hopskip says frantically as Arum gestures for a portal to the scroll room, "that I'm not- I'm not an assassin, I can't help you with-"

Arum laughs. "Oh, have no fear. I understand completely. I believe we can help each other regardless, little Hopskip, because you are a courier, and I have a rather important message that I would like to send."

[idolshineitai]

hi harrow i miss u i hope ur doing well <3

hi i loveyou somuch……..!! have a good day ☆

[screaming-gelatin]

Good Morning! Hope you have an awesome day! 😃 #selfie #tuesdayvibes #tuesday #tuesdayselfie #shorthairdontcare #shorthair #brunette #pixiecut #pixiehaircut #pout #brunettemodel #loveyou

[screampied]

VEGASS!!

ugh where do I even begin when it comes to how much I adore you and your works. literally wish I could hug you for everything you do for us😪

anyways this is the most random thing ever but i was listening to megan thee stallion (tina snow album) while driving and her song “big ole freak” came on and I couldn’t HELP but think about Toji and especially your fics. I have no idea what it was about the song but to me that song is the literal vibe I get from reading your work for Toji or even any of them in general. I could totally imagine the song being played in the moment considering what I have read. Thought I’d share because you’re a literal angel for everything you do. luv you darling!! <3

-ysa 🦢

omg thank you sm 😞😞💓 you’re so sweet sobbbinnggg. virtual hug, mwah 🫂

LMAOOOO REALLY. i love megan ‘n that would fit a toji fic so good 🙂‍↕️ he’s such a freak. omg i can’t wait to write for him again MY MANNNN

but tysm :((( I LOVEYOU TOOOO !!! have a good day bb <3

[kamikotranslations]

BIG LOVE Kamikokuryo Moe (23.06.24)

Good morning〜☀️

Everyone。

Our YokoAre performance、was really such a happy time！

Even now I'm still enjoying it。

Thank you very much😌

Trying to write this blog、

Has been taking me ages。。

My words just never stop。。

Ahーーーーー、

It was like a dream。

Even now I'm not entirely sure that it wasn't a dream。

Takeuchi-san's graduation also feels like it was a dream、and next time all the members have work together she'll definitely be there too。

I always always feel like this when members graduate、

But、this is my first time where it feels so unreal、

I seriously don't know what to do about it。笑lol

I actually met up with Takeuchi-san yesterday、and we promised to meet up for a meal soon！笑lol

I wanna see her again soon！

I wanna see her every day！

While saying that it doesn't feel real、

I wonder if it's because I don't actually want it to feel realー笑lol

Takeuchi-san at YokoAre、

Was really beautiful🥹

Looking back at photos Takeuchi-san was really smiling the whole time！

It was Takeuchi-san's graduation performance、

And Takeuchi-san was so bright、

That is wasn't even the slightest bit solemn、

So our Yokohama Arena performance wasn't at all sad、and I fully enjoyed it！！

She was cool until the very enddddd！！！

She's so magnificent、our Ai Subeki Beki Leader 😭

When Takeuchi-san became leader、

Members kept continually graduating and it was really a tough time。。

There must have been no members that she could consult with。

But she didn't show that to us at all、

Although of course she did look a bit stressed、

But she barely showed that side of herself、

And I remember thinking at the time that she must be hiding lots of her loneliness and her struggles and her anxieties。

So I thought、 I want to support Takeuchi-san、and I don't want to make her sad、

And I definitely definitely want to see her off confidently！was my strong feeling。

The group changed when Takeuchi-san became leader、

And everything came together piece by piece、

All of the kouhaui that Takeuchi-san welcomed as leader have grown into really good girls under Takeuchi-san's guidance、、and that's something we all really love about Takeuchi-san、、、

So im0 really really glad that I was able to see Takeuchi-san off with lots of love、and lots of happiness、

That was my deepest wish 🥹🥹

Well、the reason we were able to do that、

Also pivots around Takeuchi-san、so ultimately all I can say is that Takeuchi-san is so amazing！！😁💓

Anyway、

Takeuchi-san made the current Angerme、who I really love💖

Takeuchi-san is the best！

I'm praying that Takeuchi-san's future、

Will be a bright bright future！

I LoveYou🤟🏻💙

[legobatjoker]

OKAYY ITS NEARLY 4AM told myself id go to bed ealrier than that tongiht but unfortunately the minute it hits twelve every hour is 10 minute long so i didnt do that 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽 but i do need to do it now holy shit !! so i willl lol but before i do this is prob gonna b rly rly short but just really wanna say that !! i really do jsut love you soso much dearest i really do like !! you really are just so so dear and special and important to me love i hope you know like youre just such such a wonderful amazing person who is so amazing and smart and talented and funny and kind and thoughtful and you just bring so much joy and light and happiness and warmth into my life dearest just knowing you and bring ur friend u bring sm joy into my life and sm love into my heart dearest !!! and youre just such a wonderful understanding caring considerate friend whos so good to me and just makes mw feel soso loved and cared for and safe and warm with you and i hope you know that you really do just mean the world to me luce and i love you soso muchh :'> i hope ur days been good and that you sleep well, ilusm gnight <3 💗🍰🌸🌷💌🦋🐞💕🥭💗💞💞✨✨✨✨

HAVSHDHSHS I UNDERSTAND THAT SMMMM its such thee spring break thing hinestly altho also an all the time thing for us a little bit ahsbsjsj… but yeah u r sososoooo special to me tooo dear and youre just such an amazing person and considerate friend as wellll and im justs sosoooo glad i can be the same for you and sooo grateful i know u and have u in my life !!!!!! i loveyou sososooo muchhh gnightt💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻💕

[victoriaderegus]

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Thank you for you time ⌛️⌛️;)) Have a great Holiday 💐!!!

Good mood & inspiration to all

Sincerely, Victoria Deregus

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