#i must WRITE * ^ *)9

[vibinsane]

for you, i will take the blame.

rafayel x mc (they/them | GN reader)

wtf do i call this... a continuation from this drabble.

tw: major character death, mentions of stab wounds

because the elders are not so kind, allowing rafayel to die before watching the consequences of his actions be brought to life by his very own lover. no, they had made sure for him to turn into seafoam once they wake up from the spell. after every heart of the occupants of lemuria stopped. all but one. their beloved rafayel.

rafayel was not deceased yet, no. because the elders needed him to witness the horrific screams from the lemurians dying one-by-one.

it is my fault.

he thought and belived; weak in his position and unable to move. multiple stab wounds to the chest. he can still hear their laughter ringing in his ears his heart slowing to a stop. he was left in that room, the elders filing out shortly after speaking of lemuria's demise and his own.

he wanted everything to end. perhaps if he were to be brought into a new life, it would be different.surely, he wouldn't have to relive something similar again, right? 

then, he heard them. 

"rafayel! where are you?!" 

the tone of their voice was different, it was soft laced with concern and panicked. rafayel could not speak much, the strain taking toll of his body and voice until with blurred vision, he sees his beloved. they came back. and he can't help but smile. 

this. this is them. he knew of it. 

they run to him, gathering him into their arms, spilling out apologies as if that would fix everything.

"rafayel! my lord, what happened? did i—was this my doing?!" 

"it was not." rafayel's voice was raspy, his breathing harsh, but he spoke with certainty. "if anything... it is mine." 

there are tears running down their face as they cradle his head against their chest and they shake their head. it couldn't be his fault. if that were the case, why was he on the floor with stab wounds displayed on his chest, what happened to the myth of lemurian blood saving and resurrecting people, was it just a hoax?

or had rafayel lost those attributes due to his betrayal? 

if they hadn't been panicking now, they surely are at this second, the moment they realized rafayel was disappearing. 

"w-what's happening? rafayel?! please. wait. you—you can't go! please... don't go."

with the little strength rafayel had, he raised his hand and rested it against their cheek, a pained, yet thankful smile appears on his face as he gently brushed his thumb against their cheek and perhaps it was because he had been able to see his lover awakened from the spell just one more time before he meets the darkness.

"it was never your fault, my beloved pearl. remember that... perhaps, we will meet again in the future."

and they squeeze him in their hold, despite his body gradually turning into seafoam until the last moment, when rafayel's body was no longer there, they fall to the ground and sob uncontrollably, curled into a fetal position, right where their lover once laid. 

whalefall city fell dead silent that night, the bustle of the city and the chattering of the crowds gone like the rest of them. it became a ghost town of some sort and as years come to pass, the once lively capital of lemuria will surely be forgotten. 

nothing but another myth to add to stories parents tell their children as a bedtime story, but none would ever know the true horrors of how a god fell in love with his human devotee and that, in itself, spelled another love story turned tragedy.

[cubbihue]

WORLD BUILDING

[fauvester]

s2 garak you could not waterboard him to say a word that starts with O. s7 garak telling everyone around him Well when /I/ was the right hand leader of the Obsidian Order tm-

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

consistently amazed by my own ability to Not Do The Things I'd Like To Be Doing, actually

[likeshipsonthesea]

pull you a little closer

spoilers for 9-1-1 ep 7x04 this is the start of a fic i wanna write but i thought i'd share just this lil snippet bc it's bi buck day!!!!

Buck collapses back against his island and just barely restrains himself from lifting a hand to his lips like he’s fourteen again, getting his first kiss from a dare at a birthday party. He just kissed Tommy. Or, well, Tommy kissed him. He kissed back, though, kissed back and reached out to pull Tommy closer. Buck closes his hand around nothing. He remembers the firmness of Tommy's shoulder under his palm, the smell of his skin, the surprising softness of his lips. Buck doesn’t know why he’s so surprised about how soft Tommy’s lips are. Maybe because of flying? All that wind must chap someone’s lips. Maybe Tommy carries around ChapStick. He must. Otherwise how would he keep his lips so—

Knock-knock.

Buck blinks out of his ChapStick spiral. Another knock at his door? What now?

He shakes himself out of his stupor before walking over. Anyone knocking on his door at this time of night would have a good reason, like an emergency or a kiss, and Buck’s already gotten one of those tonight. He knows he’s smiling stupidly at the thought of it but he can’t help it. Tommy kissed him.

He’s still smiling stupidly as he opens up the door and he’d be embarrassed about it but he’s too happy to care, and then he just smiles wider because standing there, panting slightly and a little sheepish, is Tommy.

Tommy returns Buck’s smile. “I have PTO saved,” he says without a formal greeting. “Ruiz still owes me a favor from our fantasy football league. He’ll cover me.”

Stupid butterflies kick around in Buck’s chest. “Oh.”

“If you want company.”

Buck’s heart rabbits in his chest. He just kissed a guy for the first time in his life and he’s not entirely sure what it means, and he’s also supposed to call Eddie and apologize for being a dick even though he doesn’t know how to explain himself without getting into the whole I-might-like-dudes thing, and he’d already been kind of tired before Tommy came over so he was kind of thinking he’d just head to sleep, but—

“Yes,” he says, because if there’s one thing he’s sure of, it’s that he wants Tommy to keep looking at him. “Yes, I do.”

[cattewife]

(nsft/tmi perhaps?)

truly a joke the way u can be sitting down to figure out what you're getting off to today like flipping thru a scenario book showing each one to ur clit like "is this it? is this what gets you excited, girl?"

and it's like. no, we aren't feeling the one where he has a desperate stifled allergy attack in the office he's trying to hide. nah, the messy dramatic overwhelming sick sneezes scenario is not for today. i know we were really into that yesterday but we'll revisit those again later. hmm. sitting with the cat he's allergic to on his lap and just continuing activities while sneezing uncontrollably. yes. play reel.

[ohemaa-warrior]

Something I've never understood is why is everyone so obsessed with working? Why am I weird for not dreaming of labour and not wanting to be apart of the system? Why is it when I say "I just don't want to work right now" is it taken as defeat?

Quick maths

Me not wanting to work ≠ me not wanting to live

Me working ≈ me wanting to die

[4 marks]

[match-your-steps]

just read a review of the lego movie from 2014 and it is genuinely a horrible piece of literature and through perusing the comments underneath the review, I have gained an intense dislike of the reviewer. it's not even that I liked the lego movie and he didn't it's just that a lot of the stuff he says is factually incorrect, really stupid-sounding, or he doesn't provide any real reason, and in the comments, he reacts to even the friendliest and politest constructive criticism as if it's a personal attack on him.

[plaguery]

indepth discussion of my qualms with/reaction to a youtube video about incest porn below. read at your own discretion (mentions of other paraphilias, csa, cnc & rape)

"What's with all the incest porn?"

The video in question first defends the existence of incest porn by attempting to defend consensual incest itself. (read what I had to say about the creator's definition of incest here, warning for mentions of csa) To the creator, consensual incest is another social construct that we hold too much reserve for and constrain ourselves in our inherent reactions of disgust, rather than engaging with the truth of it's impact. Historically, incest has occurred across cultures and economic lines, often with little fanfare involved. They examine how inbreeding only fosters negative genetic effects after several generations and how it can be easily "rectified" in just a couple generations with the reintroduction of genetic diversity. Our inherent disgust towards incest is claimed to be unfounded against the evidence of how severe and reoccuring inbreeding must be to create tangible effects. Outside of those genetic effects, what else can excuse this nearly "universal" feeling of disgust? Well, that is a question quickly ignored and driven into the ground in this video.

It is often mentioned in the video that incest, even consensual, is a taboo across the many cultures of the world. But I must ask, why is it a taboo? What causes the instinctual feeling of disgust? And my favorite question, why is this taboo in particular popular to fantacize about?

Taboos are often culturally unique, many taboos found in one culture are readily engaged in with little question in another. Yet, there are some "universal" taboos (said with a grain of salt as there really can't be anything Universal about cultures but. we'll say almost here). These typically concern death and the dead. It's easy to connect these to basic fear and sanitary reasons: death will come for all of us, it ends us, we live to defy death until we can no longer, we must properly dispose of/treat the dead to avoid catching it and avoid inflaming the spiritual dead for own peaceful afterlife. But in our modern world, incest has grown close to being one of these near "universal" taboos, especially the closer the relation. It can be quite hard for most to say exactly why. We feel the revulsion, the writhing barriers of transgression around it. It feels obvious, yet just outside full comprehension.

The video explains the common evolutionary explanation that we evolved to feel disgust towards a practice that puts our genetic legacy at a disadvantage. It addresses how this doesn't quite explain why single instances of consensual incest feel just as disgusting as mass occurrences of it over time. Just once is enough to cross the line. Additionally, they claim that it isn't too clear whether scientific evidence supports this or not. And they move on.

But I come back around to the why of it, what is at the heart of this social phenomenon? Even the creator themself laughed at the evolutionary concept, calling evolutionary psychology "astrology for men". So, if that isn't a sufficient answer, what is?

Humans move past basic survival once they can accomplish a feeling of safety and security. I reckon that this can't be achieved alone, at least a small grouping of people is necessary to watch your back when you're at rest or occupied. Shelter becomes property once other people are involved. We start to say that "this is mine" and "this is yours" and "this is ours". And we create the rules amongst each other to respect this. We build trust and camaraderie until our closest network of people becomes our family. Typically, we find this with our blood relations, with parents who are biologically attached to us, with siblings we are raised alongside, with grandparents and aunts/uncles who watch and help us grow up. Your grandparents had the biological hardwiring to care for your parents and their siblings and now by association they build similar care for you, even if its no longer a biological process. And as centuries upon centuries have passed, family has come to mean many things, blood involved or not, but we attach this meaning of utmost security, trust and reliability unto it. Human survival, as a social species, is reliant on the building and operation of a "family", no matter how dysfunctional, no matter the size, no matter who is necessarily involved (meaning blood relation isn't necessary, although extremely typical).

Sociologically, we've created particular ideas of the family, but they do typically involve certain socially ordained sub-groupings where sexual relations are allowed. In many cultures today, this means that of a monogamous committed couple, but different groupings of different sizes can and do exist. Yet, an individual member finds their matches for their sexual sub-groupings by moving out of the family sphere and into the community, where they are allowed to move past mere safety and survival into building the self through integration with the world outside the family. Here, you build larger community with friends, coworkers, neighbors, etc. And it is also where you find sexual partners, potentially building a socially ordained sexual sub-grouping that can either absorb into or create a family.

Within the sect of the family, sexual interaction is not meant to exit those socially ordained sub-groupings. My thought is that this is to ensure our safety. I believe that the incestual taboo and our revulsion to it stems from the fact that we have built the family to be this place of ultimate security and fortitude, yet still so fragile and precarious. The sect of the family asks you to play out very specific roles and play them well, yet human fallibility shows we often fail at this. Dysfunction amongst families is common, if not nearly ubiquitous, as members fail to play their roles and force others to play the wrong ones. Outside of the socially ordained sexual sub-groupings, sexual contact is not part of these roles. Socially, we have moved sexual need from the realm of survival and into the realm of self-realization. We survive in the family and realize ourselves outside it. Something could be said for how we need to socially reorganize ourselves into accepting sexuality as a survival need and how that might change our ideas of family. But at this point, it is very socially ingrained in us to separate sexuality from family, outside of the socially ordained sexual subsects.

I figure that we are more prone to digust towards incest rather than, let's say, parentification (as another kind of family role transgression), due to both the visceral nature of it and the fears we have towards general sexuality. Again, something could be said for how our cultural views of sexuality need to be dismantled and reenvisioned and how this might change our feelings towards all kinds of sexual transgression. Even amongst consenting adults, the fear of incest is one of survival threatening role reversal, general sexual taboo, and a violation of what we consider to be nature (this is where the negative effects of inbreeding would come into play, mixed with typically religious ideas about procreation) all wrapped in one.

I did mention points where even I would agree that our cultural ideas of sexuality need to be reexamined and how they may impact our ideas of family and what sexuality can or cannot be limited to. And we are in an era where many cultural ideas, particularly around sexuality, are being questioned and revolted against. We often will hear that cultural constructs are just that, cultural inventions that served a certain purpose at a certain point in time that are not inherent to the human race. But this doesn't necessarily demean their worth. Should the social sect of the family be abolished or should it be reimagined? Should socially ordained sexual sub-groupings exist or should we find new avenues for engaging with sexuality? What will these things say about our future views of incest? I don't aim to answer these, but I leave it to you to find your own answers.

So, now I concern myself with my favorite question. Why is it this taboo in particular that has found popularity?

The video brought up how the rise in popularity of consensual incest/"fauxcest" (step-) porn happened around the time that Game of Thrones found large cultural purchase. But let me ask you this. If next month, a new show filled with necrophilia blew up "Game of Thrones style", do you think that necrophilia fantasies and porn would follow suit? I must say that I really don't think so. There is merit in that the mass exposure of the American masses to incestuous sex scenes probably helped make them aware of this as a possible fetish, but the exposure alone doesn't explain the whole of it.

I figure taboos exist on this kind of linear continuum of least taboo to extreme taboo. Different cultures will place certain things in different positions from other cultures. For Americans, consensual incest would be more on the extreme side, yet not so extreme as my earlier example of necrophilia. What I posit is that there is a "point of titillation" that is unique to the individual, rather than their culture.

Taboos create a sensational atmosphere around them and many people find themselves intrigued with some taboo or another, while rebuking others. By drawing an uncrossable line, they dare us to cross them and reap the possible rewards and/or consequences. There is a socially constructed danger that thrills and kills all the same. I think as a species, we are enamoured with the idea of transgression (to an extent), and we seek to push ourselves physically, emotionally, and psychologically, some more than others.

What I see as the "point of titillation" is a point in the linear continuum of taboo severity where the individual finds satisfaction in the idea of transgression itself, of engaging with the taboo, regardless of the content of said taboo. The proximity to the taboo, to a perceived extremity of physical/emotional/mental experience, is the core principal. This point does not engage with anything outside the near limits of it, meaning that just because someone finds satisfaction in transgression around this idea of taboo, it does not mean that they will also find satisfaction in any and every taboo that precedes it in severity. The point is only concerned with itself.

I would argue that, for those engaged with incest fantasy and pornography, their "point of titillation" is likely matched up quite well with the cultural marking of incest on the taboo severity continuum, whereas something like necrophilia is too far and thus, merely disgusting.

I believe that most people engaged with incest fantasies are not aroused by the actual idea of incest itself, but rather the transgression around it. Most of them would not be aroused by the idea of actually finding a sexual partner within their family sect and prefer to find sexual engagement in the outer community, as is socially acceptable. In this way, the "point of titillation" is not so much a demarcation of where exactly they're willing to "cross the line" but where they find intrigue in the mere idea of it.

And we come to my other point: it's quite easy.

People are intrigued by the danger of transgression, yet are either unknowledgable or negligent of how to mitigate these dangers while actually practicing the act of transgression. The kink scene is full of players who love dangerous practices and have built the proper protocols and conversational templates to create safe spaces for these transgressions to take place. They've put work and dedication into building their communities and dungeons and scenes. It takes consistent effort. But the average sexually engaged person, with partners or alone, is not particularly interested in all the non-sexy bits of safe transgressive sex. Hell, it's hard enough to get people on board with plain safe sex. They look for the easy routes to get their fix.

If you want to roleplay an incestuous encounter with a partner, it's as easy as calling them by certain titles. If you want to produce a pornographic video, it's as easy as scripting your actors to call each other certain titles. If you're looking for pornography a little more transgressive than usual but not too "out there", it's as easy as watching all the easily made incest fantasy pornographic videos flooding the sites.

A lot of fetishes and kinks take a lot of work and communication to happen safely, especially the more transgressive you go, but this is a rarer case of pretty high transgression, little danger (in the fantasy/fictional realm). For example, consensual non-consent (CNC) can be very endangering to its participants without the proper protocols and communication. Just roleplaying the fantasy of rape alone has a whole host of dangers, whereas roleplaying the fantasy of consensual incest (in cases where no engaging party has a history of the literal thing) is felt to be just another new way to spice things up.

Incest, in the American imagination, has become something to joke and gawk at. While it is still deeply taboo to many, including those who fantacize of it, it has been turned into an oddity, something those "poor Southerners" do and something that "silly" old royals used to protect the "bloodline" with. It is only real in the very fringes of society, if we ignore the CSA. It's a "funny" thing that occasionally shows up in books and movies. It's fanservice, it's fiction, it's simply "not real", if we don't want it to be. We like it because it's taboo and we don't want to talk about it more than that because it's precisely so. Afraid of our own shadow. Ask us about it past the freakshow and we'll laugh, not yet ready to discuss our real fear.

[snoweylily]

ever since i was a young child I knew I wanted to be unemployed

[banannabethchase]

I am now annoyingly aware of why this yarn was on sale.

[nouklea]

Arggggh!!! Knew this would happen. Trying to work on a first prompt from the Smut Bingo Card of the @weylerwritingevents . I'm down to 2.7K words of plot, I get to the point where the smut should finally start... and I'm tempted to simply write a stage direction style "They fuck" and to go on with the plot conclusion!

This is gonna be tough... I bet mother Teresa would have been better at this than me.

[thisismyroadtothethrone]

So I started watching 9-1-1 while waiting for my other show to come back and I’m not even gonna lie I was under the impression before even starting the show (and a pretty reasonable one at that if I do say so myself especially the more I watch) because of all y’all I really thought that Buck and Eddie were dating in the later seasons so imagine my shock upon realizing that they in fact are still not dating!!! LIKE WHAT!! Don’t get me wrong the slow burn will be fantastic…that is if whoever needs to green light it to happen actually goes through with it but if they don’t I feel like it’d be such a disservice to them at this point because there are waaayy to many moments that might seem small at the time but they all add up to more ya know. Now I’m only in the back half of season 3 but I already know a lot of stuff in regards to both their plot lines in the later seasons and I have lots to say about a lot of things.

But first I need to scream about the transition between scenes I just watched in episode 3x18 What’s Next? I mean Abby saying “No he stopped waiting for me a long time ago” and THE FREAKING TRANSITION to Buck looking at the summer camp brochure and low key freaking out about Christopher being away for two whole weeks acting like a total dad!! Like y’all YALL!! I was literally screaming!! I mean the undertones and insinuating of that alone like what is any of this for if they don’t go through with it by the end of all this!!!

Also can I just say THE GROCERY STORE FIGHT!! Not even ashamed to say I watched it like five times in a row I’m such a sucker for shit like that…and the tsunami episodes I literally went insane!!

And the episode where Buck meets Red and finds out that none of the guys from his firehouse even speak anymore and worrying that that could happen to the firefam and Eddie trying to reassure him it won’t happen to them. As someone with severe anxiety who freaks out about everything even stuff I know I shouldn’t have to freak out about I get Buck’s anxiety especially since he has some severe trauma in regards to family and abandonment issues and the innate need to help everyone and fix everything but as an outsider looking in it’s honestly hilarious and so cute because like Eddie’s right that would NEVER happen to them. I’m just like Buck sweetie you and Eddie are literally best friends and soulmates (romantic or platonic tbd) and you might not know it yet but you are literally Christopher’s legal guardian. And the grocery store fight Eddie was so mad at you for the lawsuit because that meant he couldn’t talk to you which meant Christopher couldn’t talk to you and they missed you like hell there’s nooo way you are getting out of this relationship whatever it ends up being. And Bobby he’s literally your pseudo dad and really the only dad you’ve got because well I haven’t gotten to the episodes with his family issues but I’ve seen stuff and I can guess the rest…y’all have been to Springsteen concerts and he loves and worries about you like you’re his own flesh and blood. You sir are his kid inside and outside that firehouse which mean you get Athena too. And Chimney is dating YOUR sister and I know they have a kid…and Hen and Chim are best friends. Where one goes they all eventually follow. Like your lives are so tightly interwoven with one another there would be no escaping that or walking away. This is the family you chose and they all decided to choose you back and that is so wonderful and important and I need him to know this!!

Anyways I really love this show so far and you can probably guess I’ve grown completely attached and if anything ever happens to chimney I will kill everyone in this room and then myself!

[censoredmuse]

coming apart at the seams (post tpof dlc fic)

this is a super self indulgent fic of my mc that survived the dlc interacting with another oc of mine

content warnings: manipulation, vague mentions of injuries that happened in the dlc

Frances had drifted in and out of consciousness for what felt like ages. They didn't know how much time passed since the last show. Their body ached, and a dull throb spread through every limb. They supposed it was probably better to feel the discomfort than to feel nothing or, worse, that sick feeling of pleasure that invaded their thoughts when they remembered Fox pressing his claws into the wounds he’d inflicted.

“Ahhhh, you wound me.” A soft and playful voice was what finally caught their attention and brought them back to the waking world. They furrowed their eyebrows and turned away from it, not ready to face whoever it was speaking. “Of course I’m doing a good job looking after them.” Oh. The voice wasn’t speaking to them. Just about them. They rolled back toward the voice, opened their eye, and curiously inspected the back side of the person in the room with them. They were lithe like Fox, only a fair bit taller. Nowhere near the size of the two goons they’d seen before, but they knew that probably didn't mean anything.

“No, Frances is still asleep. They’ve been really restless the past couple of hours, though. Might even be awake by the time you get home.” The person shifted on their feet and walked a few more steps away from them, and Frances realized they weren’t in the room they’d been kept in before. It was...nice. Fancy, even. There was a soft, warm blanket over them, and the bed they were in was infinitely more comfortable than the foam mattress on concrete they’d previously been sleeping on.

“Even with painkillers poor thing’s probably having terrible issues getting comfortable in one position for very long, darling.” The person said with a chuckle, and Frances hazily wondered if their mind was being read. It wouldn’t even surprise them. A quiet groan escaped them and they closed their eye again with a yawn. Maybe they weren’t ready to be awake yet.

A few moments later, a weight shifted at the end of the bed and they opened their eye again to stare silently. This time, the person was staring back at them. Silently, they brought a finger up to their mouth as if to shush them then pointed at the phone in their other hand with a gentle smile before they laughed. “A little too rough? You? Worrying? Cute. Trust me, your sweet little pet will be alert and with us soon.”

It was one thing to suspect that this person was talking to Fox, but it was another thing entirely to have it confirmed by being called his ‘pet.’ Their chest hurt as their breathing sped up out of their control. Shit. The other person only furrowed their eyebrows in what looked like concern before they spoke again.

“You got it, yep. By the way, do I have permission to touch them?” What? There was a pause while they still stared; just watched as Frances tried their best to stop hyperventilating. Was Fox’s hearing good enough he’d hear them over the phone? “You know I'd never—unless you wanted me to play bad cop. Only if you wanted.”

They laughed in response to whatever it was Fox said to them. “Of course. See you soon~” The person set the phone down on the bed and sighed before they slipped off the end and made their way closer to Frances. They shrunk away from the person and closed their eye tightly as if they'd disappear if they couldn't be seen.

“Frances. I need you to calm down. Okay, sunshine?” Their voice was firm but still soft and calm. A hand very gently ran through the hair by their temple. “I'm Cy. I know you’re freaking out, but you don't have to be scared now.”

Frances didn't dare look at them; an involuntary whimper escaped as the warmth of Cy’s breath touched their face. It didn’t comfort them any that there was no hesitation to be in their personal space. Just like Fox.

“There aren't going to be any more shows, Frances. You're safe now.” Cy’s lips pressed to their cheek before they pulled away. “No more Chat out to see your blood. I promise.”

The words made their breathing slow down almost instantly and they opened their eye to look at Cy again. “Wh-what?!��� Frances’ voice cracked. No more shows? No Chat? Was it really over?

Cy covered their mouth with both hands to stifle their response of laughter. “God,” they said after a few moments, “You are so cute. I can see why he tanked his big finale to keep you.”

Frances yelped as they attempted to sit up. Reluctantly they let Cy help them with their words echoing through their head. “Keep...me. Keep me?” They frowned at the sad smile Cy gave them while they helped, their hands carefully placed to not disturb any of the wounds accumulated during the shows they’d endured.

“Keep, yes. You did make a choice at the auction, remember?” Cy ran their hand through Frances’ hair gently once they were fully sitting up. “Besides...I don’t mean to come off as harsh, but you...don’t have much to go back to, do you?”

Cy’s tone was sweet and almost concerned, but the words were like a slap to the face. It took a moment for their mind to catch up enough to protest. “I—that, it, no!” They looked up with a frown and flushed cheeks. “I have plenty of—what about my—” Frances swallowed the rest of their argument as they watched the look on Cy’s face. Was it pity, or something else entirely? “...what do you know?”

“Oh, sunshine, this is gonna sound hypocritical coming from me, but, that business partner of yours? He’s a bad man.” There was no other explanation from Cy as they continued to pet their hair. “I’m sorry, for what it’s worth.”

The fight left Frances all at once as the reality of those words hit them. It wasn’t hard to pick up exactly what Cy meant, even if they were being dodgy about it. If they’d been sold out by the person they’d trusted the most, that meant there wasn’t anything substantial for them to go back to now.

Was it really the worst thing to be kept as...as a pet if they were meant to be dead?

---

bonus content: here's the full phone conversation b/c i realized writing one side of a conversation and having it make any sense is hard, so i wrote both sides

-Ahhhh, you wound me. Of course I’m doing a good job looking after them.

-Are they awake yet?

-No, Frances is still asleep. They’ve been really restless the past couple of hours, though. Might even be awake by the time you get home.

-Have they been tossing and turning that much?

-Even with painkillers poor thing’s probably having terrible issues getting comfortable in one position for very long, darling.

-[sharp laugh] I suppose you’re probably right. That last show was...

-A little too rough? You? Worrying? Cute. Trust me, your sweet little pet will be alert and with us soon.

-Cy. Is that code that Frances is awake now?

-You got it, yep. By the way, do I have permission to touch them?

-Oh? Are you jealous, Cy? You aren’t going to hurt them if I let you, are you~?

-You know I'd never—unless you wanted me to play bad cop. Only if you wanted.

-Hahaha, boring. No, you’re right, you have permission. Be nice and calm them down, alright?

-Of course. See you soon~

[sam-loves-seb]

no whumptober fic today (oct 9) but we'll be back with your regularly scheduled programming tomorrow

[lit-in-thy-heart]

coming to the conclusion that trying to write fic again might make me feel more confident in my own abilities when it comes to other writing