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✨His true fate - Part 34/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, age gap, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 8937

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

The harsh blare of Jensen’s alarm shattered the cozy stillness of the morning. You stirred against his chest, groaning softly as you reached out to silence the offending noise, but Jensen beat you to it, fumbling blindly to swipe it off. As the room fell silent again, you blinked up at him, your cheek still pressed against his chest.

He looked exhausted, his green eyes heavy-lidded and rimmed with shadows that made him seem at least five years older. His stubble was slightly more pronounced in the dim morning light, and his usual easy smile was nowhere to be found, replaced instead by a weary sigh as he ran a hand down his face.

“You look like you fought a war last night”, you teased gently, your voice still thick with sleep.

Jensen chuckled, the sound low and raspy as he tilted his head back against the cushions. “I feel like I did”, he admitted, his hand moving absently to rub your back. “Should’ve gone to bed earlier. But someone insisted on testing every inch of this couch”.

You smirked, shifting slightly to look up at him. “Pretty sure that someone was you”.

He gave a half-hearted shrug, his lips twitching into a faint grin. “Details”.

You pressed a soft kiss to his chest, your hand moving to trace lazy circles over his ribs. “You don’t have to go”, you murmured, your voice gentle. “You’re running on fumes. Stay and rest”.

Jensen shook his head, his fingers brushing through your hair as he looked down at you with a soft expression. “Can’t. I need to get back for the kids”. His voice was resolute, but the tiredness in it betrayed how much he wanted to stay.

You sighed, leaning up to rest your chin on his chest. “Just promise me you’ll take it easy when you get there. No running around or doing ten things at once. You’re not a superhero, you know”.

He grinned faintly at that, his hand sliding to cradle your face. “Not a superhero, huh?”, he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “You’re the first person who’s dared to say that to me”.

“Well, someone has to keep you grounded”, you teased, leaning into his touch.

Jensen’s grin turned mischievous as he leaned closer, his tired eyes sparkling just a little. “I seem to remember someone enjoying the Soldier Boy roleplay a little too much a few weeks ago”.

You froze for a second, the heat rising to your cheeks instantly. “Oh my god, Jensen!”, you muttered, covering your face with your hands. “We are not talking about that right now”.

“Oh, we absolutely are”, he replied, his chuckle deep and smug as he gently pulled your hands away from your face. “The way you looked at me in that uniform? You weren’t thinking about me being grounded, that’s for sure”.

You groaned, burying your face into his chest to avoid his knowing smirk. “I can’t believe you’re bringing this up”, you mumbled against his skin, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed how much you were trying not to laugh.

“Manhandling you, tossing you around a bit—it’s what heroes do, right? I mean, I even stayed in character. You were very into it”.

You lifted your head, glaring playfully at him despite your still-flushed cheeks. “Okay, fine, yes—I liked it”, you admitted, throwing your hands up in defeat. “But that’s on you, not me. You looked too good in that uniform. It was distracting”.

Jensen’s laughter rumbled through his chest as he kissed the top of your head. “I’ll take that as a compliment”, he said, his tone smug but warm.

You smirked, feeling a wave of boldness rush through you as you placed your hands on Jensen’s chest and pushed him gently back against the mattress. He fell back with a mock look of surprise, his grin never faltering. Swinging your leg over, you straddled his stomach, settling on him with a triumphant smile as you leaned down slightly.

“So”, you began, your voice soft and teasing, “do you think I’ll ever get Soldier Boy back?”. You tilted your head, feigning shyness but grinning wickedly, fully aware of how you had him exactly where you wanted him.

Jensen’s eyes darkened instantly, his smirk shifting into something more mischievous. Without missing a beat, he let out a low, gravelly voice, slipping effortlessly into character. “Oh, sweetheart”, he drawled, his hands sliding up to grip your hips firmly. “You don’t get Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy gets you”.

Before you could react, his hand came down sharply on your ass with a loud smack, making you gasp in surprise. The sting was immediate, but the playful gleam in his eyes and the smirk tugging at his lips sent a shiver of excitement through you.

“Guess you forgot who’s in charge here”, he said, his tone dripping with filthy arrogance as his other hand gripped your waist tightly, pulling you slightly closer, before turning the two of you. “Better start showing some respect, doll, or I might have to remind you”.

Your cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, and you couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled out of you. "Fuck, sober this is something else". Your voice was barely audible, and yet it betrayed the whirlwind of emotions rushing through you—nervousness, excitement, and arousal blending together in a way that made your heart race.

Jensen’s grin deepened, the mischievous gleam in his eyes growing even more intense. “Oh, doll”, he said, staying fully in character, his deep voice dripping with Soldier Boy’s signature arrogance. “You’ve got no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into”.

He leaned down, his face mere inches from yours, his lips curling into a wicked smirk. “You’re blushing”, he drawled, his tone laced with amusement. “Guess someone likes a little discipline”.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, trying to cover your face, but Jensen wouldn’t let you hide. He caught your wrists gently but firmly, pinning them above your head as he loomed over you, still embodying the cocky, commanding presence of Soldier Boy.

“Ah-ah”, he tsked, his voice dropping even lower. “None of that. You don’t get to hide from me”.

You were practically squirming beneath him now, your breath quickening as he held you in place. “Jensen”, you mumbled, your voice caught between teasing and pleading.

“Jensen?”, he repeated, his grin turning smug. “Sweetheart, that’s not the name you’re supposed to be calling me”.

Your face grew impossibly redder as you avoided his gaze, mumbling, “Oh my god, you’re really leaning into this”.

“As if I wouldn’t”, he shot back, his free hand sliding down to your hip, holding you steady. “What kind of actor would I be if I didn’t fully commit?”.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle a smile as you looked up at him, unable to deny how effortlessly he’d fallen into the role. "You’re enjoying this way too much", you muttered.

Jensen’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned closer, his voice a seductive whisper against your ear. “You’re the one who asked for it, doll. Don’t act like you’re not loving every second”.

And damn it, he was right.

Minutes later, you found yourself in the warm steam of the shower, the water cascading over both of you. Your body was still buzzing, your face flushed and your skin marked in a telling shade of red from where “Soldier Boy” had left his signature touch—your hips, your breasts, your ass, everywhere he’d gripped, squeezed, or held you in place. Despite the stinging sensitivity, the memory of his intensity made your knees feel weak all over again.

Jensen stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back, his strong arms wrapping gently around your middle. One of his hands rested on your stomach, brushing over your skin in slow, soothing circles, while the other held you steady as the heat from the shower enveloped you both. His touch was soft now, a stark contrast to the dominance he’d shown earlier.

“You okay?”, he murmured into your ear, his voice low and gentle, breaking through the sound of the water. His lips brushed lightly against your temple, a silent reassurance of his care.

You nodded, leaning back into his chest, letting his presence ground you. “Yeah”, you whispered, your voice soft but steady. “More than okay”.

Jensen chuckled quietly, the sound rumbling through his chest against your back. “Didn’t push you too far, did I?”, he asked, his tone teasing but with a genuine edge of concern.

You turned your head slightly to look up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the heat still lingering in your cheeks. “No”, you assured him. “You were perfect. Maybe a little too good at it”.

That earned a low laugh from him, his hand sliding up to rest just beneath your ribs. “Told you I’m a professional”, he joked, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “But for real, you tell me if there’s ever anything you don’t want, okay? I mean that”.

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten, and you reached up to rest your hand over his on your stomach. “I will”, you promised, your voice equally serious.

Jensen had already moved on to packing his suitcase, his movements purposeful but unhurried as he folded clothes and tucked them neatly inside. You sat on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in the towel from the shower, your skin warm and slightly flushed. The calm after the storm lingered in the room, a quiet intimacy that made you smile softly to yourself.

As you watched him, your eyes trailed over his familiar silhouette. Jensen had just pulled on a pair of dark jeans, leaving his upper body bare as he moved to grab a shirt from the nearby dresser. The way his muscles flexed with each movement made your heart skip a beat, and you found yourself lost in the moment, admiring him without saying a word.

Jensen glanced back over his shoulder and caught your gaze, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What?”, he asked, his tone playful as he held up a black t-shirt.

You shook your head, a grin spreading across your face as you leaned back on your hands. “Just admiring the view”, you teased, letting the towel slip slightly to reveal a bit more skin. “You clean up pretty well, Ackles”.

Jensen chuckled, pulling the shirt over his head and smoothing it into place. “Flattery will get you everywhere”, he replied, stepping closer to the bed and dropping his hands onto your knees. His touch was warm and steady, his thumbs brushing small circles against your skin. “But you’re making it really hard for me to leave when you look like that”.

You glanced down at yourself, the towel barely hanging on, and gave a small shrug. “Maybe that’s the plan”, you said softly, your tone playful but with a hint of longing.

Jensen crouched slightly so he was eye level with you, his hands sliding up to your thighs as he leaned in. “You’re not playing fair”, he murmured, his lips hovering close to yours. “You know how hard it is for me to walk away from you”.

“I hope so”, you whispered, your voice soft and tinged with emotion. Your hand reached up to brush along Jensen’s jawline, the familiar roughness of his stubble grounding you in the moment. “Because letting you go is hard for me too”.

Jensen’s gaze softened, and his hands tightened slightly on your thighs, his touch firm but tender. “You’re not making this any easier”, he admitted, his voice low and full of warmth. He leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against yours as his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “This is the first time in weeks we’ll be apart".

You gave him a small, bittersweet smile, your fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck. “It’s not forever”, you reminded him gently. “It’s just a few days. And then you’ll be back, and we’ll pick up right where we left off”.

Jensen opened his eyes, and the intensity in his green gaze sent a flutter through your chest. “You better believe I’m counting down the minutes”, he murmured, his lips brushing softly against yours in a kiss that felt more like a promise than a goodbye.

When he pulled back, he sighed, resting his hands on your hips as if reluctant to let go. “You’ll be okay here, right? The house is huge, and it’s your first time here alone. If you need anything—”.

“I’ll be fine, Jensen”, you interrupted with a reassuring smile. “I’ve got the dog statue to keep me company, remember?”.

He laughed, the sound light and genuine, breaking through the tension. “Good ol’ bronze nightmare”, he said, shaking his head. “At least it’ll make sure no one sneaks in”.

You chuckled along with him, leaning in to press one last kiss to his lips. “Now go before I change my mind and barricade the door so you can’t leave”.

Jensen smirked, standing to his full height as he grabbed his suitcase. “Don’t tempt me”, he warned playfully. With a final lingering glance, he headed toward the door, pausing in the doorway to look back at you. “I’ll call you as soon as I land, okay?”.

You nodded, wrapping the towel tighter around yourself. “I’ll be waiting. Safe travels, Ackles”.

As the door clicked shut behind him, the house seemed to grow quieter, the absence of his presence already palpable. You sighed, standing up and moving to the window to watch as he loaded his suitcase into the cap.

It was just a few days, you reminded yourself. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of how much you’d already grown used to having him by your side, how much you’d miss him in even the smallest ways.

The next day, the house felt quieter—almost too quiet. Without Jensen’s easy laughter echoing through the halls or the warmth of his presence nearby, you realized just how much you’d come to rely on him being there. Breakfast was boring, the TV didn’t hold your attention, and every little task seemed to take twice as long because your mind kept wandering back to him.

Jensen had sent you a few pictures earlier in the day, each one tugging at your heartstrings in a different way. There was one of him with JJ perched on his lap, a goofy smile on both their faces as they held up their half-decorated gingerbread cookies. Another showed Arrow giggling as she smeared frosting on Jensen’s nose, and the last was Zeppelin, grinning triumphantly as he held up a hand-drawn Christmas card.

The photos made you smile, but they also left an ache in your chest—a longing to be part of those moments. To see the way Jensen’s eyes lit up when he was with his kids, to hear their laughter in person instead of imagining it from the snapshots.

You sighed, tossing your phone onto the couch and staring up at the ceiling. “This sucks”, you muttered to yourself, wrapping the throw blanket tighter around your shoulders. You wanted to text Jensen, to tell him how much you missed him, but you didn’t want to add to what was probably already a chaotic day for him. He deserved to enjoy his time with his kids without worrying about you feeling lonely.

Instead, you got up and wandered the house, hoping to distract yourself by finishing some of the little tasks you’d put off. You unpacked a few boxes, rearranged some of the kitchen shelves, and even found yourself dusting the bronze dog statue by the front door—a sure sign of just how bored you were.

Later in the afternoon, your phone buzzed, and you grabbed it eagerly, hoping it was Jensen. It was another picture, this time of the whole family sitting on the couch, watching a Christmas movie. Jensen’s caption read: “Wish you were here. Miss you like crazy”.

You clutched the phone to your chest, the ache in your chest softening slightly at his words. With a small smile, you typed back: “Me too. House feels empty without you. Also, I dusted the dog today. Don’t judge me”.

His reply came almost instantly: “I don’t know what’s more shocking—that you dusted or that you admit it. I love you”.

You smiled at Jensen’s reply, your fingers flying across the screen as you texted back:

“Love you too. Also, don’t act like the dusting isn’t a big deal. I’m practically a domestic goddess now. Have fun with the kids—don’t let them out-cookie you”.

You set your phone aside and stretched, trying to shake off the lingering loneliness. The photos of Jensen and the kids had left you craving a bit of the festive spirit, so you decided to channel your energy into something fun—baking cookies. Even if they were just for you, it would be a good way to pass the time and maybe cheer yourself up.

You wandered into the kitchen and pulled out the ingredients from the cabinets and fridge, grateful for the well-stocked pantry that Jensen insisted on setting up during one of his “let’s hire someone” phases. The sight of flour, sugar, and chocolate chips laid out on the counter brought a spark of excitement. Maybe you weren’t the world’s best baker, but you could definitely manage a batch of cookies.

As you worked, the kitchen began to fill with the comforting aroma of vanilla and melted butter. You hummed along to a playlist you’d put on in the background, rolling dough into imperfect little balls and popping them into the oven. The rhythmic act of measuring, mixing, and shaping cookies soothed your mind, and for the first time all day, you felt a little less alone.

When the first tray of cookies came out, golden and fragrant, you couldn’t help but smile at your handiwork. You snagged one immediately, blowing on it to cool before taking a bite. It was still warm, the chocolate gooey and perfect, and you let out a little hum of satisfaction. Maybe baking wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Your phone buzzed on the counter, pulling you from your thoughts. It was Jensen again.

“What are you up to now? Don’t tell me you’re cleaning the dog statue again”.

You grinned, taking a picture of the cookies on the counter and sending it back with the caption:

“Nope. Just baked cookies. You’re missing out”.

His reply came a moment later:

“Not fair. Save some for me, alright?”.

You texted back:

“Only if you promise to hurry home. No guarantees otherwise”.

Jensen’s response was immediate and made your chest warm:

“Deal. Miss you more than cookies”.

Christmas Day had arrived, but instead of the warmth and excitement you usually associated with the holiday, the house still felt far too quiet. Dressed in one of Jensen’s ridiculously expensive sweaters—it still smelled like his cologne even after washing—you curled up on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you, and clicked through Christmas movies. The scent of him brought a bittersweet comfort, making you miss him even more.

The loneliness felt sharper today. You’d thought about visiting your family, but the idea of sitting through another round of prying questions about your love life felt unbearable. And Jensen… well, he was still a secret you weren’t ready to share, not while everything was still so complicated. So, instead, you’d resolved to spend the day alone, letting yourself melt into the world of feel-good holiday rom-coms and sugary cookies you’d baked the day before.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the country, you knew Jensen was enduring a very different kind of holiday chaos. He’d texted you early in the morning, a photo of JJ and Arrow excitedly tearing through wrapping paper, with a simple caption:

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart. Miss you so much”.

You’d replied with a quick selfie of yourself in his sweater, holding a mug of hot chocolate:

“Merry Christmas. Love you. But I think your sweater misses you more".

But since then, you hadn’t heard much from him. You suspected why.

Danneel was in her element during the holidays, or at least the version of the holidays she wanted the world to see. You could picture it all too clearly: the forced family photos, the perfectly curated videos of the kids opening presents, the captions about being “blessed”. Everything about it would be carefully staged for social media, a façade of a happy family. It didn’t matter that their marriage was on its last legs—appearances were everything.

Jensen had vented to you about it before, about the pressure to play along just a bit longer. But it still stung to think of him standing next to her in those photos, smiling like everything was fine, while you were here missing him so much it hurt.

You clicked aimlessly through Netflix, barely paying attention to the movie playing in the background. Your phone buzzed on the coffee table, and you reached for it, hoping it was Jensen. Instead, it was a new post from Danneel on Instagram. Against your better judgment, you opened it.

There it was: a perfectly framed family photo in front of a lavishly decorated Christmas tree. Jensen stood beside Danneel, his arm around JJ while Arrow and Zeppelin grinned at the camera. Danneel’s caption read:

“Merry Christmas from our family to yours. Grateful for another beautiful holiday together ❤️🎄”.

Your chest tightened, and you quickly closed the app, setting your phone down with a little more force than necessary. You knew it was just for show, but seeing it still stung. Jensen had promised you things were ending with Danneel, but moments like these made it hard not to feel like an afterthought.

The sound of the movie faded into the background as you pulled the sweater tighter around yourself, curling up into a smaller ball on the couch. It was just one day, you reminded yourself. Tomorrow, Jensen would call. Tomorrow, this would all feel a little easier.

You sat staring at the Christmas lights blinking softly in the dim room, trying to lose yourself in the comforting warmth of the sweater that smelled so much like Jensen. But when your phone buzzed again on the coffee table, a faint flicker of dread passed through you. You already knew what it was.

You reached for your phone hesitantly, opening the message from Jensen:

“Heads up. She’s posting some… staged stuff. Don’t let it mess with you. I hate it as much as you do”.

Your chest tightened, your fingers gripping the phone tighter. You appreciated the warning, but it didn’t fully prepare you for what came next. Against your better judgment, you opened Instagram again and found the new post from Danneel.

It was a picture of her and Jensen standing in front of the Christmas tree, the kids in the background opening presents. She was turned toward him, their faces close, and her lips brushed against his in a way that looked both intimate and entirely deliberate. The caption read:

“Holiday traditions with the ones I love most ❤️🎄 #FamilyFirst”.

Your stomach dropped. You knew it wasn’t real—knew Jensen’s relationship with her was over in every way that mattered. But seeing the image, seeing her hands on him, her lips so close to his, hit harder than you expected. The ache in your chest turned sharp, a mix of jealousy and doubt creeping in despite your better judgment.

Your fingers hovered over your phone screen, debating whether to say something to Jensen. He’d warned you. He’d told you it was all for show. But it didn’t stop the image from clawing its way into your mind, feeding into insecurities you hadn’t even realized were still there.

You sighed deeply, setting your phone down and curling further into the couch. You trusted Jensen, but the life he was still partially tethered to felt suffocating at times like this.

The weight of the day clung to you as you finally decided to head to bed early. Staying awake, scrolling through your phone, and letting your thoughts spiral would only make things worse. You turned off the TV, the soft glow of the Christmas lights fading into the darkened room as you padded to the bedroom. Climbing into the bed you shared with Jensen, you wrapped yourself in the familiar scent of his pillow, clinging to the thought that in just two days, he’d be home. That was your lifeline—a reminder that this situation wasn’t permanent.

You tried to focus on the fact that Jensen hated the staged images just as much as you did. He wasn’t the one choosing to post them. He was stuck in a situation he didn’t want to be in, but it didn’t make the ache in your chest disappear. It was easier to close your eyes and will the hours to pass quickly.

Meanwhile, in Connecticut, the tension in the house had reached a boiling point. The kids were fast asleep, their Christmas excitement finally wearing them out, leaving Jensen and Danneel alone in the living room. Jensen was still in the clothes he’d worn all day, his sleeves rolled up and his jaw clenched as he sat on the edge of the couch, a stack of papers in his hand.

“Why are we still doing this?”, he said, his voice low but taut with frustration. “We’ve had these same conversations over and over. You keep stalling. You agreed to this, Danneel”.

Danneel stood near the fireplace, her arms crossed defensively. She looked poised, her makeup still perfect despite the late hour, but her voice carried a sharp edge. “I told you, I’m not signing until I know what’s best for the kids”.

“And this circus on social media?”, Jensen shot back, holding up his phone briefly before tossing it onto the coffee table. “That’s what’s best for them? Making it look like we’re still a happy little family?”.

“They don’t need to see their parents tearing each other apart”, she countered, her tone icy. “They need stability, Jensen”.

“What they need is fucking honesty”, he replied, his voice rising slightly before he caught himself, glancing toward the hallway where the kids were sleeping. He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Dragging this out, playing house for Instagram, it’s not helping them. It’s confusing them. And it’s making it harder for me to move on”.

The words hung heavy in the air, their double meaning clear. Danneel’s eyes flickered with a mix of hurt and defiance. “Move on”, she repeated bitterly, her arms tightening around herself. “You mean with her”.

Jensen looked at her, his expression softening just slightly. “This isn’t about her. It’s about us. About ending this in a way that doesn’t destroy everything. But you’re making it impossible”.

Danneel, her composure already teetering from too many glasses of wine, grew visibly more agitated as the conversation spiraled. Her cheeks were flushed, her movements sharper and more erratic. She had crossed the line from defensive to outright combative, her words no longer measured but biting.

“Oh, you think you’re so noble, don’t you?”, she snapped, pacing in front of the fireplace, her glass sloshing slightly as she gestured. “You’re the one who walked away, who decided you were done. And now, because you’ve moved on, I’m supposed to just roll over and make it easy for you?”.

Jensen sat back, his jaw tightening as he watched her unravel. He exhaled deeply, trying to maintain some semblance of control despite his own growing frustration. “This isn’t about me”, he said firmly, his voice low but steady. “It’s about the kids. About giving them a stable environment—”.

“Don’t you dare lecture me about stability!”, she interrupted, her voice rising sharply. “I’ve been holding this family together while you’ve been off playing house with her!”.

Jensen’s patience finally snapped, and he stood, towering over her as his voice grew louder. “Holding this family together? Are you serious, Danneel? This isn’t holding anything together—it’s dragging it through the mud. We’re pretending for the sake of appearances, and it’s toxic. For us. For the kids. For everyone”.

Danneel’s face twisted into a bitter smile, and she placed her glass down with a loud clink before walking to the coffee table. She snatched the stack of papers, her hands shaking as she flipped through them. “Fine”, she spat, her voice dripping with venom. “You want this so fucking badly? You want out? Here!”.

Without hesitation, she grabbed a pen from the table and scrawled her signature across the necessary lines, the sound of the pen scratching against the paper harsh and final. When she was done, she ripped the pages free and hurled them at Jensen, the papers fluttering briefly in the air before hitting him square in the chest.

“There!”, she said, her voice breaking as she turned back toward the fireplace. “Merry fucking Christmas, Jensen!”.

Jensen caught the papers as they fell, his expression a mixture of shock, frustration, and a flicker of relief. He looked down at the signatures, his hand tightening around the edges of the documents. For a moment, he said nothing, letting the weight of her words hang in the air.

“Thank you”, he said finally, his voice calm but heavy. He straightened, gathering the papers carefully before turning toward the stairs. “I’ll stay here tonight for the kids, but after tomorrow, I’m gone. I’ll figure out a way to tell them in the least painful way possible”.

Danneel didn’t respond, her shoulders stiff as she stared into the fire, her back to him.

Jensen turned and walked upstairs, clutching the papers tightly in his hand. As he reached the guest room, he let out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. It was over. Finally. The thought brought so much relief as he sat on the edge of the bed. His mind wandered to you, the only person who made him feel grounded and whole in the chaos.

His first instinct was to reach for his phone, to call you and hear your voice. You were the one constant, the one thing that always made sense in the chaos of his life.

He dialed your number, the familiar sequence offering a brief moment of comfort. But after a few rings, it went straight to voicemail. His shoulders sagged slightly, realizing you were likely asleep. He smiled faintly, imagining you curled up in his sweater, probably with the TV still playing softly in the background.

“Hey”, he said after the beep, his voice quiet but warm. “I just… I needed to hear your voice, even if it’s just your voicemail. It’s done. She signed the papers tonight. It wasn’t pretty, but it’s over. I know it’s late, so I’ll let you sleep. Just… two more days, baby. I’ll be home soon. I love you”.

He ended the call and set his phone on the nightstand, the faint glow of the screen illuminating his face for a moment before the room was plunged back into darkness. He lay back on the unfamiliar bed, staring up at the ceiling as his thoughts continued to race. Relief, sadness, guilt, and hope all battled for space in his mind, but the image of you—the way you’d smiled at him, the way you’d whispered his name—was the one thing that brought him peace.

Jensen closed his eyes, exhaustion finally pulling him under as he held onto the thought of you, counting down the hours until he could be by your side again.

The next morning, you woke up with a groggy sense of calm, your limbs tangled in the blankets as the morning light filtered softly through the curtains. You reached for your phone instinctively, still lying in bed, and saw the notification for Jensen’s voicemail. A small smile tugged at your lips as you opened it, his familiar voice immediately sparking warmth in your chest.

“I just… I needed to hear your voice, even if it’s just your voicemail. It’s done. She signed the papers tonight…”.

His words ignited a spark inside you, your heart racing as he continued. Relief flooded through you at the news, and the way he ended with "I love you" made your chest tighten with emotion. You sat up in bed, clutching the phone, eager to call him back and hear more about what had happened.

But before you could press the call button, a sudden wave of nausea hit you hard. Your stomach lurched, and you barely had time to toss your phone onto the bed before you bolted for the bathroom. Kneeling over the toilet, you clutched the cool porcelain, your body trembling as you heaved, the nausea relentless.

It took a few moments for the sickness to subside, leaving you weak and slightly disoriented. You sat back on your heels, wiping your mouth with a tissue as you tried to steady your breathing. The lingering taste of bile made your stomach churn again, but this time, it was more manageable.

“What the hell…”, you murmured to yourself, leaning against the wall as you tried to piece together why you’d felt so suddenly ill. You hadn’t eaten anything unusual the night before, and you’d been feeling fine up until now.

Your gaze flicked back to the bedroom, where your phone still rested on the bed. Jensen’s words echoed in your mind, reminding you of the steady comfort he brought even in moments like this. You decided to shake off the nausea and call him back, your heart still racing from his voicemail and the realization that his life was moving closer to the one you were building together.

You grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen to rinse your mouth and steady your nerves, then picked up your phone, ready to hear his voice again.

You held your phone to your ear, waiting as the call rang and rang, but Jensen didn’t answer. A flicker of disappointment crossed your face, but you quickly reminded yourself that he was likely busy with the kids or catching up on much-needed rest after the exhausting events of the night before. Still, a small part of you had hoped to hear his voice right away.

Setting the phone down on the counter, you made your way back to the bathroom to freshen up. Turning on the faucet, you let the water run cold as you grabbed your toothbrush and began brushing your teeth. The lingering nausea was still fresh in your memory, and you figured getting cleaned up might help shake off whatever this weird feeling was.

But as you stared at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t ignore it: something felt… off. It wasn’t just the nausea anymore—it was a strange mix of fatigue and unease that settled in your chest. You paused mid-brush, frowning slightly as you tried to piece together why you felt so out of sorts.

Maybe it was the stress of the past few weeks finally catching up with you. Between moving into the new house, navigating the complexities of Jensen’s situation, and spending Christmas alone, it wasn’t surprising that your body might be reacting to it all. But even as you tried to rationalize it, a nagging thought lingered at the back of your mind.

Your hand rested on the counter as you leaned forward, taking a slow, deep breath to center yourself. “Get it together”, you mumbled, rinsing your mouth and splashing cold water on your face. The chill jolted you slightly, but it didn’t completely shake the fog settling over you.

Still, you brushed it off, telling yourself it was nothing a little food and fresh air couldn’t fix. Grabbing your phone again, you checked to see if Jensen had called back, but there was still no response. You sent him a quick text instead:

“Hope everything’s okay. Call me when you can. I miss you”.

With that, you decided to focus on starting your day, even though the gnawing sensation in your gut refused to leave entirely.

The sound of your key in the door seemed louder in the quiet house, and as you stepped inside, balancing grocery bags in both hands a few hours later, the sight before you made you stop in your tracks. Jensen stood against the kitchen counter, a cookie halfway to his mouth, his green eyes lighting up when he saw you. He looked like he hadn’t slept much, but his presence immediately filled the house with warmth.

“Hey”, he said, his voice soft but carrying that familiar note of comfort. “Surprise”.

You blinked, caught completely off guard. “Jensen? You—”, you paused, setting the bags down on the counter. “You’re not supposed to be back until tomorrow”.

He shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Caught an earlier flight”, he said simply, popping the cookie into his mouth and brushing his hands on his jeans. “Wanted to be home”.

The words sent a warm flutter through your chest, but the lingering soreness and nausea in your stomach reminded you that you weren’t exactly in your best shape to enjoy the moment.

Jensen stepped away from the counter, closing the space between you with a few long strides. His hands found your waist, his touch gentle yet grounding as he pulled you closer. His green eyes searched your face, concern mingling with curiosity as he tilted his head slightly.

“What’s going on?”, he asked softly, his voice low and steady. “I thought you’d be happy to see me. Especially with the divorce papers finally signed”.

His words hung in the air, and you blinked up at him, your chest tightening at the realization of what that meant. He’d done it—he’d closed that chapter of his life. Relief and gratitude swelled in you, but the lingering queasiness in your stomach dulled the joy just slightly.

“I am happy to see you”, you said, your voice a little shaky as you rested your hands on his chest. “I just… wasn’t expecting you so soon. And… I’m feeling a little off today”.

Jensen frowned, his hands tightening slightly on your waist as his brows knitted together. “Off how?”, he asked, his voice laced with concern. “You sick? Something happen?”.

You shook your head quickly, not wanting to worry him more than necessary. “No, nothing like that”, you reassured him. “Just some stomach stuff. Probably… I don’t know, stress”.

He studied you for a moment, his lips pressing into a thin line before he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

There was a pause as his eyes searched your face, his expression tender and filled with concern. Then, he leaned in to kiss you, a familiar gesture that usually brought comfort—but this time, you instinctively flinched, your body stiffening against him.

The movement was subtle but unmistakable, and it threw Jensen completely off. He froze, his brows knitting together once more, as he stepped back slightly, his hands still resting gently on your waist. “Hey”, he murmured, his voice laced with confusion and a tinge of hurt. “What was that?”.

You looked away, your heart sinking as you realized what had just happened. The image of the staged photo—the one of him and Danneel kissing—flashed in your mind again, unbidden and sharp. You’d told yourself it didn’t matter, that you understood it wasn’t real, but clearly, it had left a mark deeper than you’d thought.

“It’s nothing”, you said quickly, trying to brush it off, but your voice lacked conviction. “I’m just… I don’t know. It’s been a weird couple of days”.

Jensen tilted his head, his concern deepening as he gently tipped your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes. “That’s not nothing”, he said quietly, his voice steady but firm. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”.

You hesitated, feeling a lump form in your throat as you tried to put your feelings into words. “It’s stupid”, you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

You opened your mouth to say more, to try and explain, but the words got caught in your throat. Before you could force anything out, a wave of nausea hit you like a freight train, making your stomach churn violently. Without a second thought, you pushed Jensen’s hands away, clutching your stomach as you spun on your heel and bolted toward the bathroom.

“Hey!”, Jensen called after you, his voice laced with worry. You barely registered it, the urgency in your body overtaking everything else.

You made it to the bathroom just in time, falling to your knees in front of the toilet as your body betrayed you. The sickness came in waves, leaving you clutching the porcelain for support as you struggled to catch your breath between bouts. Your head spun, and your heart raced, the abruptness of it all making it impossible to focus.

A moment later, you felt Jensen’s presence behind you. He didn’t say a word at first, simply kneeling beside you and brushing your hair back from your face with gentle fingers. His other hand rested lightly on your back, rubbing soothing circles as you trembled.

Jensen’s voice was soft and steady, laced with concern as he leaned closer, his hand never stopping the gentle motion against your back. “Baby, what’s that?”, he whispered, his other hand brushing a few damp strands of hair away from your face. The warmth in his touch was grounding, but the worry in his tone only made your chest tighten further.

You shook your head weakly, still clutching the toilet as your stomach twisted uncomfortably. “I… I don’t know”, you managed to croak out, your voice hoarse. “It just hit me so fast”.

Jensen frowned, his hand stilling briefly before resuming its soothing pattern on your back. “Have you been feeling like this all day?”, he asked softly, his voice a mix of worry and frustration, like he was trying to piece everything together. “You said you were off earlier. Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?”.

You turned slightly, leaning back against the cool bathroom wall as the nausea slowly began to ebb. “I didn’t think it was anything”, you admitted, your eyes meeting his. “Just felt bloated and sore. I thought it would pass”.

Jensen sighed, crouching closer so he could look at you more fully. His green eyes searched your face, scanning for any sign of what was causing this. “This isn’t nothing”, he said firmly but gently.

You sighed, letting the words spill out before you could stop yourself. “It’s just the stress, Jensen”, you mumbled, your voice low and weary. “You try spending Christmas all by yourself while your boyfriend’s out there kissing his wife for everyone to see”.

The second the words left your mouth, you froze, your eyes widening as you realized what you’d just said. Heat flooded your face as you looked away from him, clutching the edge of the bathroom counter for something to focus on. You hadn’t meant to say it out loud—not like that, not now. The air between you felt charged, thick with the weight of your unintended confession.

Jensen sat back on his heels, stunned into silence for a moment. The tension in the room was palpable, and you could feel his gaze on you, his hands stilling completely. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, filled with a mix of guilt and understanding. “Baby…”.

You shook your head, your voice coming out softer this time, almost a whisper. “I didn’t mean to say that. I just… it’s been a lot, you know? I know it wasn’t real, and I know why you had to do it, but seeing that picture—it hurt more than I thought it would”.

Jensen exhaled deeply, his shoulders sagging as he reached for your hand, his fingers wrapping around yours. “I should’ve handled it better”, he admitted, his tone heavy with regret. “I thought giving you a heads-up would help, but I didn’t realize how much it’d still hurt you. That’s on me”.

You turned back to the sink, brushing your teeth with deliberate focus, the tension in the room still thick between you. “It’s not your fault”, you mumbled through the toothpaste, your voice soft but certain. After rinsing your mouth, you grabbed a towel and wiped your face, avoiding Jensen’s gaze as you turned toward the door.

“Where are you going?”, he asked gently, his voice laced with concern.

“To the living room”, you replied quietly, without looking back. “I just… I need a minute”.

Jensen stayed kneeling in the bathroom for a moment after you walked out, running a hand through his hair and letting out a heavy sigh. This wasn’t how he’d imagined coming home earlier than planned. He’d been in such a good mood, finally having the divorce papers signed, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He’d thought you’d be happy to see him, that the two of you could finally start thinking about the future without the shadow of his past hanging over everything. But now this.

He stood slowly, following you into the living room where you were already curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the muted TV. The sight of you—so small, so clearly hurting—made his chest ache. He hated this. Hated that something he’d done, even if unintentionally, had caused you pain.

Jensen walked over and sat down next to you, his body close but not touching, giving you space to breathe. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, the quiet between you broken only by the soft hum of the television.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you”, he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “You have to know that. Every time she pushes for these public things, I hate it. I hate pretending. I hate what it does to you”.

You glanced at him, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. “I know”, you said softly, your tone lacking its usual strength. “I know it’s not what you want. But it doesn’t make it easier to see”.

Your heart ached seeing the regret etched on Jensen’s face. You hadn’t meant to make him feel this way—he was the one person who always made you feel safe, secure, and loved. Now, you couldn’t bear the thought of him blaming himself for something so far out of his control.

Without thinking, you shifted closer, crawling onto his lap and settling yourself there. Jensen’s body tensed briefly in surprise, but his arms instinctively wrapped around you as you pulled them close, holding them firmly around your waist. You buried your face against his chest, your words muffled but filled with emotion.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered, your voice shaky. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just—everything’s been so overwhelming, and the nausea threw me off, and then that picture…”.

You felt his grip tighten around you as he leaned back slightly, resting his chin on the top of your head. His hand began rubbing slow circles on your back, silently urging you to continue.

“I’m so glad you’re here”, you said, your voice cracking slightly. “I was feeling so alone, and seeing you walk through that door—it meant everything. But I’ve been such a mess today, and I took it out on you, and I didn’t mean to…”.

“Hey”, Jensen interrupted gently, his voice steady and soothing as he tilted your chin up so you could meet his gaze. “Stop. You don’t have to apologize for feeling what you feel. This isn’t on you, okay? It’s on me for not being here sooner. For not making things clearer”.

You shook your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “No, Jensen. It’s not you. You’ve done everything right—it’s just me getting in my head and overthinking. I hate that I’m making this harder for you”.

Jensen leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if to reassure you without words. “You’re not making anything harder”, he murmured. “You’re the reason I want all this. The reason I’m fighting so hard to move forward”.

His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, melting away some of the doubt that had clung to you all day. You let out a shaky breath, resting your head against his chest once more as his arms tightened around you.

“I love you”, you said quietly, the words slipping out before you could stop them. It wasn’t the first time you’d said it, but it carried a different weight now—one born out of vulnerability and truth.

Jensen smiled softly, his hand brushing through your hair. “I love you too”, he said, his voice steady and sure. “And I’m here now. No more pretending, no more staged pictures. Just us”.

You nodded, the tension in your body finally beginning to ease as you let yourself relax in his embrace. In that moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the quiet promise of better days ahead.

Jensen’s arms stayed securely around you, holding you close as the minutes stretched into something quiet and comforting. His chin rested lightly on your head, and the steady rhythm of his breathing was almost enough to lull you to sleep. But then he broke the silence, his voice a low murmur against your hair.

“By the way”, he said softly, the warmth in his tone unmistakable, “those cookies you made? Damn good. I had one earlier while you were out. Might’ve had two… or three”-

You let out a quiet laugh, lifting your head to look at him. “You didn’t even wait for me to get home?”.

He grinned, the corners of his green eyes crinkling. “Couldn’t help it. They were calling my name. You’ve got a real gift, sweetheart”.

The praise made your cheeks flush with warmth, but then your mind wandered to the groceries you’d brought in earlier. Your eyes widened as the realization hit you.

“Shit”, you mumbled, scrambling to get off his lap. Jensen’s hands fell away reluctantly, and he watched you with mild amusement as you hurried toward the kitchen.

“What’s going on?”, he asked, standing up and following you.

“The groceries”, you called over your shoulder. “They’re still sitting on the counter. God, I hope nothing’s gone bad”.

Jensen leaned against the doorway as you began unpacking the bags, his grin widening as he watched you move quickly, pulling out various items. “You’re cute when you’re in panic mode, you know that?”.

“Shut up”, you muttered, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed your attempt at being annoyed.

He stepped closer, grabbing a few items from the bags to help. “What’d you get, anyway?”, he asked, peeking at the contents. “Anything good?”.

Jensen reached into one of the bags, pulling out a small, wrapped package and holding it up with a curious tilt of his head. “Mmm, what’s that?”, he asked, his tone playful as he examined it.

You glanced over your shoulder and rolled your eyes when you saw what he was holding. “It’s tea”, you said, reaching to grab it from him, but he held it just out of reach.

“Tea?”, he repeated, grinning as he turned the package over in his hands. “What kind of tea requires this fancy packaging? You sure this isn’t some secret gourmet chocolate?”.

“It’s for my stomach”, you explained, trying to stifle a laugh as you reached for it again. “You know, the stomach you apparently traumatized with your dramatic Instagram antics?”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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adragonsfriend · 2 days ago

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Tag Game for Jedi Enjoyers

Me scrolling my dash and finding like thirty well structured arguments detailing why the Jedi are good and complaining about people not getting it: …maybe I just need to follow more people but I think maybe we, the people who love the Jedi, have forgotten we’re allowed to actually be joyous about this thing we love, rather than just placing ourselves in constant opposition to people who do not love it. I love a well structured argument probably more than the next guy, but I’ve seen more than one person, myself included, feeling super discouraged and burnt out by it all.

Here’s the rules:

Say one thing—lore, character, headcanon, oc, book recommendations, fics, anything—you love about or involving the Jedi. Explain it in as much or as little detail as you want.

No arguments, no “I hate when people—,” no telling me which Disney show sucks the most.

Tag two or more people you think will enjoy this activity.

#tag game #jedi #pro jedi #jedi order #star wars

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sparkylurkdragon · 1 day ago

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Some notes from the notes!

First, some things I'm pretty sure it wasn't.

It was definitely not Samurai Jack. I'm very familiar with this series and nothing of the sort happens in it. The art style was also a lot more detailed than the lineless SJ look.

I don't think it was Dragon Ball / Z. I never watched the show aside from osmosis, but I did read the entire Z saga in the manga, and none of the villains fit the bill. Plus, DBZ is, like... more brightly lit and a lot less overtly cyperpunk than my memory, I think?

Yu-Gi-Oh! The Movie: Pyramid of Light was brought up, but given no one mentions the word "random" in this context or "animal" at all per a script of the movie, I don't think that's it.

Possible contenders to follow up on:

One person thinks this might have been a trailer for something.

Blue Submarine No. 6 - Mmm, the art style on the humans is about right, but I'm not sure.

Ergo Proxy - ! Hm...

This specific screenshot from a trailer dredges something up. The art style feels like it was at least in this hyperdetailed, dark style.

More research is needed. I don't think we had the channel this aired on in the US, though, so unless I saw some kind of trailer or sneak peak... Still, the show looks pretty cool, regardless. (The channel was Fuse, according to Wikipedia.)

Blue Gender

Metropolis - This one, hm. A friend loaned me a VHS of it that I never watched. Therefore, the name rings a bell but I can't say if that's it. I think the style was more realistic on the characters, though.

Wolf’s Rain

...So far, I think Ergo Proxy is in the lead here. Does anyone familiar with the show remember a scene like the one I described?

Okay, Tumblr hive mind, here's one for you.

In...ooooh, the mid-to-late-2000's-ish, my folks were walking out the door to go shopping or to dinner or whatever; I think it was still light out. We had, probably, Cartoon Network on in the background. I caught a small snippet of some anime or another. Probably a movie? It had a grungy, dark, maybe cyberpunk look to it, I think.

The bad guy was giving his villain speech. The Action Scene had not yet happened but I think there were some Dramatic Zooms going on indicating that it was about to. Low, menacing music, possibly droning. The following is what I remember, with bolded words exact phrases.

"[Something about how wild animals live, and how] death can come from anywhere, at random. And yet, [life/they/similar] doesn't just survive [in this environment/under these circumstances/similar], it thrives."

The voice was a deep male 2000's Anime Dub Villain Voice. There was a slightly weird inflection on "at random," like "At. Random." Presumably the context was something about eugenics, but I don't actually know.

Does this ring any bells for anyone?

#original posts #anime #this was my blaze this month yeah

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 hours ago

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One thing that irks me when playing the game is how silver’s sleeping disorder is reacted to by the other characters, especially the teachers. I mean like, I get on some level that they’re all based on villains so they’re not going to be the nicest, but you’re telling me you see a kid just passing out out of nowhere constantly and the first thing they do is say that he’s lazy and berate him for something he obviously can’t control? Even if his condition isn’t a medical one like narcolepsy and is part of his curse/blessing, it’s still debilitating and affects his daily life. I don’t expect twisted wonderland to have like, disability protection but give the kid a break man he’s trying his best 😭. It also bothers me when other students are like “yeah man I get it schools boring I get sleepy too”. Like, yall have seen him suddenly fall asleep standing up and in random places on campus, it is so obviously not the same thing! And then Silver apologizes for it like every time! no! stop it! don’t apologize for something you literally can’t control

Sorry for the rant. It’s just been something bugging me because its so similar to how real world disabilities that aren’t physical are often brushed over by people and it gets me feeling heated 😭

Oooh, that's an interesting analogy 🤔

Before I talk more on the topic, I want to open with a few disclaimers: I will be discussing various characters’ reactions to Silver’s blessing/curse-induced narcolepsy (for lack of a better term), which may parallel real-life reactionary behaviors related to persons with disabilities or disorders. Know what you are reading, and please skip this post if you do not feel emotionally equipped to take it in.

Additionally, I want to make it clear that I am NOT defending any of those behaviors in this post. I will be attempting to offer in-universe explanations, NOT excuses, for why characters may act the way they do in regard to Silver’s condition. This doesn’t make the behavior any less unacceptable.

That’s all! If you’re all set, feel free to proceed below the cut.

I think, from the perspective of the students, it may be difficult to know what's going on with Silver?? Of course, that doesn't make their reactions or their behavior okay, but it's more understandable where they're coming from. Many young adults (unfortunately) aren't educated on and don't have experience/knowledge of how to handle situations where a peer displays abnormal behaviors. This may be especially true at Night Raven College, where the students are described to be very prideful and primarily concerned with themselves, or, if they help at all, they expect something in return. Many of Silver's classmates may not know him on a personal enough level to be familiar with his affliction or care enough to intervene if he falls asleep standing up. I doubt that most students at NRC would think of a peer beyond how they initially present, much less even consider factors beyond their control.

Additionally, others may not feel a need to step in due to the "bystander effect", a psychological phenomenon in which people are less likely to offer aid if there are others present. The theory goes that everyone just assumes someone else will do something about the situation, which has the unintended result of no one doing anything. Since Silver often falls asleep in public places, this could, in part, explain why so few bother helping.

I guess another component of it could be that some of his peers have simply gotten used to it by now?? (Several characters, even first years like Ortho, indicate that they anticipate he will fall asleep like 80% of the time.) Silver's a second year, so maybe NRC students did notice and attempt to assist in the first year, only to become annoyed with it when the symptoms persisted and so it could have led to peers thinking it's a "normal" thing for him.

I get the sense that Silver doesn't exactly go around telling everyone and anyone about his condition in detail (not that he has to, but I'd imagine that this lack of communication probably doesn't help his classmates' perception of him). He tends to describe his condition as "a personal problem" or blames himself or a lack of diligence for his symptoms. And honestly, I don't blame him for that; he didn't learn about the origins of his curse until book 7, and no doctor Lilia took him to could help. What else could Silver feasibly believe when all else fails? It must be his own doing. Silver has numerous voice lines apologizing for dozing off again and actively seeks out ways to "correct" or counteract his sleepiness. When this is how one presents their own condition, it may naturally cause those around him to believe that the sleepiness is "his fault"/due to his own actions. "Maybe he stayed up late last night," Ruggie suggests. Even Kalim, someone I'd consider Silver's friend, makes similar assumptions.

I will say that not every character is rude to Silver about his sleepiness. Vil might berate Silver for "playing the part of a sleeping princess" and Floyd might tell him, "People walk here. Find someplace else to snooze," but Ruggie appears to show some concern/shock for Silver when he shows up in the school store barely being able to stand, Jade tries to wake him up gently, etc. I'm not sure if the writing being inconsistent here was on accident or not, but I do think that some of the... less than desirable... behaviors may be because the narrative treats Silver's condition like a charm point most of the time. Like... Silver's sleepiness is often used to "sell" his appeal to fans ("Look at how cute he is! Eepy boi!"), or used for comedy in-universe (like when he uses Sebek as a pillow or when Silver blatantly falls asleep in a conversation or in the middle of an important event like the race in White Rabbit Fest). Because of this, rarely is his condition actually treated with the seriousness it would get if this were a real-world disability.

I think there’s a debate to be had about these kinds of impolite comments coming from Sebek though. Sebek is Silver’s childhood friend, so Sebek must be accustomed to the narcolepsy at this point and we’d normally expect him to be most sympathetic about it. But nope, Sebek actually frequently criticizes Silver for letting his sleepiness get the better of him. The majority of other students’ harsh comments towards Silver actually come from Sebek. He drops lines like:

“Don't you dare tell me you're falling asleep again, Silver!”

“His blatant snoring is infuriating.”

“Wake up, Silver! You're blocking Malleus's path! It's absolutely disrespectful!”

“If you don't cease at once, I'm leaving you on the side of the walkway!”

“It’s not as if you've been enchanted by a fairy. You’re just lazy!”

This all sounds horrible and mean, doesn't it? And they definitely are. But hold on! Sebek also says things like, "You're nodding off while walking AGAIN? A proper retainer of Malleus should hold his head high! High, you hear me?!” and, “Please, don't [volunteer yourself for this task]. You'll just end up nodding off. You must accept this is beyond your capabilities and let it go.” The former can be seen as telling Silver to do his best as Malleus's retainer and the latter is advising Silver to back down rather than push himself past his limits. That's not just me being optimistic or giving Sebek the benefit of the doubt just because he's a character I happen to like--Sebek has a known history of phrasing compliments and encouragement in a very rude manner. It's a trait of his that earns him endless ire, and something that Silver often finds himself apologizing to others for. Sebek is also a person who values constant self-improvement both in himself and in others; his cold attitude towards even his childhood friend can be interpreted as his own way of wanting Silver to do his best in spite of his condition.

This isn't to defend every single thing Sebek says about Silver's condition though; some of them are definitely too much, even if Sebek is granted as much leniency as possible. Do his comments come off as ableist? Absolutely. Is it his intention to be ableist? I don’t believe so—but that doesn’t negate the fact that his words are needlessly cruel, even if Silver doesn’t perceive it as such or take offense to it. Oftentimes Silver agrees with Sebek’s assessment, which again loops us back to how he already blames himself for his state and could parallel real world disabled peoples’ guilt and shame for just… being the way they are. Us, as the outside onlookers, are of course more likely to perceive Sebek’s words as rude because we’re projecting our own experiences onto what we’re seeing. Of course we don’t want to see a friend saying these awful things to another friend—but between Silver and Sebek, they seem to be mutually okay with this dynamic of pushing one another to “be better”.

I understand that it can be frustrating watching Silver have to say sorry for something that he can't control, but this is most likely a deliberate writing choice for his character arc—and depicting that flaw isn’t bad in a vacuum. Silver is someone who struggles with his self-worth, something we very much see come into fruition in book 7. He worries that he's not doing enough to "repay" his father back, and that it will be too late for him once Lilia departs from NRC. Silver frequently apologizing for his "shortcomings" (ie his constant drowsiness) is probably an extension of that lack of self-worth. He blames himself for his lack of alertness and actively tries to "be better" for a reason. It feeds into the ever-so-ironic cycle of "Silver is sleepy" -> "Silver thinks he must work hard to not inconvenience his loved ones and prove his worth to Lilia" -> "Lilia loves him anyway and he just doesn't realize it yet". (The whole reason Silver is even here right now is because of Lilia's love for him; he would still be sleeping were it not for Lilia.) Perhaps they'll be able to formally reunite in the waking world and wrap up this arc with a neat little bow... with his father telling Silver that yes, he is enough as he is now. Maybe Lilia will even say something along the lines of, "Never apologize for what--or who--you are, Silver. You're my son, after all! You should be proud of that."

This makes me wonder if Silver’s curse will ultimately be lifted in the end or if it will persist…? Because if it does get lifted, then it loses some of its strength as a parallel to irl conditions (since some don’t just poof away). Within the meta of the game, Silver then also loses some of his “appeal”, since sleepiness is a cute trait associated with him. I can see why it would happen from a narrative perspective though—ridding him of the sleepiness could be the ultimate “proof” of Lilia being able to truly love him, which is the condition the blessing requires to be dispelled

What really baffles me, however, is how some teachers are depicted interacting with Silver. The asshole students of NRC, okay. I'd believe they'd be callous towards one of the few nice guys at school dozing off. BUT THE TEACHERS????? 💀 Usually it's not that bad (they tell Silver to keep his eyes open or to wake up), but MAN. In Silver's Labwear vignettes, Crewel berates him for nodding off in class again, grants him a makeup assignment, and says, "If you like sleeping so much, [formulating a sleeping potion] should be right up your alley." He even withholds Silver's credit for Potionology until he receives that sleeping potion. Crewel also berates and punishes Silver in other instances, such as his Dorm Uniform vignettes: "Naughty pup. You think you can sleep through my lesson? [...] What a quick apology. Are you actually sorry? [...] You don't look remorseful to me. Hmph. As punishment, you must collect the reports everyone is turning in at the end of class. Do not miss a single one, and you are to bring them straight to me. Is that clear?" It feels a little… much, especially considering that it’s not like Silver chose to fall asleep midclass.

Does NRC not have a, like... Disability and Accessibility Center to coordinate with teachers and give certain students assignment/exam extensions??? Therapy, healing potions, and medical mages + regular doctors and dentists exist in this world, so why wouldn't they also have disability support??? 😭 That seems like a HUGE oversight to me. (Get on that, Crowley/j) In all seriousness though, this may be the result of differences in culture?? It might be expected in western countries to have such disability accommodations, but from what I understand, there’s a loooot more stigma in Japan so these services may be lacking. Yes, NRC is based on a British boarding school, but ultimately the game is Japanese in origin and therefore might be running off of Japanese notions of what constitutes as “appropriate” support for the disabled. (The way seating in classes are arranged in-game already derive from Japanese schools; alphabetically by last name.) Maybe that’s why Crewel didn’t seem to be willing to make exceptions for Silver…? But even so, this could mirror how western societies also have trouble identifying and adjusting to those with disabilities. It can be hard to get treatment or even mindfulness from peers, especially if you don't have a formal diagnosis (which is the case for Silver; no medical mage knows what's up with him).

Those are my thoughts on the topic ^^ Again, I completely get why seeing the staff and students reacting this way to Silver’s condition makes you (and others, I’m sure) upset. There’s many uncomfortable parallels with how people irl are insensitive to “invisible” disabilities or disabilities in general. It also doesn’t help that Twst tries to both present the condition as a serious matter while also using it for comedy and marketing as Silver’s major “cute quirk”. Getting mixed signals here!!

I hope that this was at least able to grant you some new perspective about why the characters behave as they do. Some of it does seem to be the devs struggling to balance the tone of the stories they want to tell, but some of it also feels like intentional characterization (whether of individuals or of a certain dynamic between a duo) or setting up for an arc.

It would be interesting if we got an event where we explored more of the health industry and attitudes about like… magic-induced conditions, illnesses, etc. Silver is one obvious case of this, but we also know medical mages are A Thing. I’d love to learn more about these!

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A review for Sonic Movie 3. Anyone who hasn't watched it yet, please do, I highly recommend it. The following text will contain some spoilers. For the record, I have been a Sonic fan since I was 10, so to me these movie series are a great deal.

I played Sonic Adventure not so long time ago, around 2020, unfortunately I just didn't have a console. So the feelings I had after the walkthrough were fresh (just as recent MGS3 walkthrough). So, this is my personal view on the movie adaptation.

Character design—As many fans have mentioned since the first movie, the redesign of the characters was a great move. They all look organic in a realistic environment. The quills and fur feel soft, and the details of the models are great.

Jim Carry did a great job portraying Robotnik. All of his scenes and his performance as Gerald are perfect, funny and close to the canonic Eggman. He had fun with this role for sure :3 Look at them go!

Agent Stone x Robotnik ship is now canon (Robotnik literally said, 'I love you' to him in his last moments), and I couldn't stop saying 'aaaaw' about their scenes.

OMG they even added CHAO

Maria's sequence is cute and fulfilling, she needed it. In games, she barely has screen time, so it is a big plus.

Also, the Ark was moved to Earth, Gerald is alive, and this plot line was different in Sonic Adventure, too, but I think it still makes sense. I like how the screenwriters made the plot fit the realistic setting and also filled the plot holes that were in the game.

No Biolizard boss fight :(

'I found you faker' scene reimagined was a chef's kiss

Shadow didn't say 'Chaos control' or 'I am the Ultimate Life Form' and that's alright.

No Black Doom, but the 'Black Arms' meteorite that arrived on Earth gives us the needed lore about Shadow's origin.

The final battle scene, the conversation between Sonic and Shadow on the moon, was fantastic. I almost got a tear. It's beautiful, they finally settle things between each other. Sonic just couldn't kill him; he is just not the type of character. The scrip writers dove deep into the lore and adapted it brilliantly.

Sonadow now feels more canon than ever. My inner shipper screams, "I must draw something with them." I also love the parallels of the moon scene. Of course, I also instantly thought of the Cyberpunk 2077 moon scene.

Tails and Knuckles were cute, and the group hug in the end was just aaaaw. Sonic Team & Knuckles made me chuckle 😄

I would like to rewatch it in English dub, obviously for Idris Elba and Keanu Reeves.

When 'Live and Learn' started playing I had goosebumps, and almost jumped out of my sit

Metal Sonic's and Amy's appearance was peak after the credits, holy shit

In conclusion, Sonic 3 is one of the greatest game adaptions I have seen so far. Every detail and every action scene doesn't feel overwhelming, I actually don't mind the plot's slight alteration from the canon. I enjoyed it a lot and I had lots of fun!

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verystrxxwberry · 2 days ago

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What do you think each of the boys would like to receive as Christmas gifts?? Love your writing so much!

WHAT WOULD THE MCL, ML AND ELDARYA ROUTES WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: My candy love (all routes), eldarya (all routes), ml (all routes), small and individual headcanons. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: First post of 2025! Happy New Year everyone. I didn’t really know which fandom you meant with this request, but I will include all of them!

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MY CANDY LOVE

Castiel: He insists in not needing anything (because whatever he needs he immediately buys it), but he might be very excited to get anything related with his guitar. The thing he’d be the most grateful about would be earplugs to protect his ears from the loud volumes of his concerts. He’ll be happy with cheaper things such as cozy blankets, new pajamas or even new slippers or shoes.

Nathaniel: Whatever cat-related makes him as happy as a kid, even a gift for Snowy makes him feel excited. He doesn’t want you to spend much money on him and tiny things are enough. Even handmade things make his heart melt!

Lysander: He might like any gift that makes reference to some inner joke in between you. Handmade gifts are his favorite honestly, he loves ceramic mugs made by you!

Armin: Steam gift cards… any character figurine for his collection, any sweater related to a fandom he is in. He’s a freak, he is easier to gift.

Kentin: On the opposite to Nathaniel, something dog-related. A scarf or a coat might be good for his van trips to some colder places. Something more expensive he could get to enjoy is a smartbox to live a new experience with you, but he doesn’t want you to spend much money. Handmade chocolate cookies are also a great gift for him!!

Rayan: He adores being gifted books and even more if it’s a classic. He will never say no to reading Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allan Poe, Jane Austen, Stephen King or George Orwell. He is opened to other authors and other genres. He might also appreciate new formal clothes for his job or a handmade painting.

Hyun: Cute plushies are his thing, also cool jackets or coats. Warm and cozy socks to be home. Any vanilla scented candle for his bedroom might also work as a great gift. Skincare products are also a great option. He loves to get gifted stuff in boxes, everything together, so it is more exciting to see the amount of gifts he is going to open.

Priya: Candles! She doesn’t have a preference for any scent, as long as it can give a certain smell to her bedroom. She’d also be grateful to receive a new, medium lengthen notebook where she can write her thoughts.

Devon: Massage card, man is stressed. He is such a romantic man and definitely would love to receive a handmade letter from you. Devon likes any tiny detail that comes from you, he doesn’t mind whether you invested money or not, which of course he prefers that you do not invest much.

Jason: There isn’t much this man needs other than genuine affection. Whatever he needs he also buys it almost immediately as he has got the sources to get them. Yet new ties for his uniform are a thing he forgets most of the time. He prefers to get gifted unique things that no one else can have such as handmade stuff or experiences. But really, even something that doesn’t cost much money is good for him since it comes from you. Even if he finds something useless at first, he will find the way to make it useful.

Roy: He’s very easy to gift to because he likes absolutely everything. Something that involves an adventure, food, clothes, skincare, a fitness mat, products to take care of his hair… whatever is enough to make him excited.

Thomas: He makes you a list of gifts in case you need it. He might appreciate a new jacket to wear in his motorcycle, a gift card for one of the local yarn shops, motorcycle gloves, a steam gift card, a warm blanket for naps.

Amanda: A basket of candles, bath bombs and chocolates is perfect for her. She will be grateful with a basket of random teas as well.

ELDARYA

Ezarel: Sweets. Literally anything that is sweet af such as bonbons, cookies, honey, candies. He’d really like to receive ear warmers and a scarf.

Nevra: Your kisses and hugs are the best gifts for him! But if you wish to gift something material, probably a matching necklace (something elegant and not too colorful), the experience of having a romantic dinner with you is also a great gift for him.

Valkyon: A fancy cup for beer nights. A handmade letter, or simply your presence. He doesn’t want you to spend anything for him, and if you do, he hopes it is something for Floppy (a gift for her equals to a gift for him)

Leiftan: He’s gonna cry at any of your gifts, no matter if you bought it or you did it by yourself. He is going to drown in tears. Books, drawings, poems, crotchet figurines… he loves them.

Lance: Gloves for his freezing hands (so you don't freeze when he touches you), a good perfume, pajamas and a kiss :).

Mathieu: He is good with silly little stuff such as plushies, bracelets, necklaces or the dumbest shirts ever (he’s gonna go out with them without any shame). Cute cups, cute plates, anything to decorate his prosthetic leg.

MOONLIGHT LOVERS

Aaron: No matter if he loves his brown shirt too much, he lowkey needs a new one… so a brown sweater, shirt or jacket, it might be pretty useful.

Beliath: Skincare products, a headband, haircare products because bro wants it to glow and be fancy. A bottle of red wine. Affection. Any sex-related stuff, even if it is in a joke, it might be a good gift as well.

Raphael: Books in braille! He knows how hard it is to find them, so it’s a great surprise for him to receive more. And even more if they are from your era, and he can get to know what kind of literature is made nowadays.

Vladimir: A bucket of candles and tea. Books, a bucket of flowers, a new cane that can be elegant or neutral. A letter made by hand, or even a poem.

Ethan: Probably noise-cancelling earbuds for those times when there’s a storm. He’d be pretty glad to receive citrus soaps, a cool leather jacket. Or gift cards for clothing shops.

Ivan: A gift card for Netflix, silly socks!! Or a silly blanket. Gift him food and he will be happy. Or bring him a nice cuddle session! That’s more than good for him.

Neil: He doesn’t follow the tradition of Christmas and won’t understand why is he receiving a gift. Still, he can never say no to some genuine and spontaneous thing coming from you, like you giving him some jewelry, some sweets or even gifting him a book you’d think he’d like. He appreciates handmade stuff but no need to be Christmas to give those gifts.

✰; remember to reblog and like to support my content, I hope you enjoyed it! Happy new year to everyone!

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zarekthelordofthefries · 2 hours ago

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I was quite peeved when I made the original post, too peeved for complex thoughts, so I wanna add some additional detail and nuance here, actually.

I don't think adults NEED to watch stuff for kids. Like, I think you definitely can derive meaning from childrens' media even as an adult, but if you can't connect with stories that are about kid stuff, if you don't feel like you can relate enough to kid main characters created for children, then there's nothing wrong with that. Like what you like.

And relatedly, I do think adults SHOULD try to seek out media intended for adults. There's a lot of good stories made for adults! There's great stories that reckon with themes and content that kids' stories don't or can't! There's whole worlds of fascinating, life-changing stuff out there.

Now, all that being said, I think problems start to arise when we treat that "should" that I said as a statement of morality rather than enrichment. I think you should watch movies for adults, but not because you have a moral imperative to do so -- you should do it for YOUR OWN edification. You should read grown-up books because many of them have great stories that you will connect with.

The original post is me vagueposting (because I don't wanna bother anyone over lukewarm media takes) about a post I saw that treated reading adult-intended media as some sort of moral imperative. Outright saying that you should be embarrassed and shamed if you only read kids books. And I don't vibe with that.

Shame is a dangerous weapon. I cannot condone shaming people for having limited artistic tastes in the same way I can't condone shaming people for eating unhealthily. Like, we're all progressive enough to know that that's bad, right? Shaming fat people into being skinny doesn't work, we know this, and even if it did, it would still be needlessly cruel.

Like, if a grown adult really does ONLY engage with stories for kids (an archetype of person that I suspect is far less common than people assume), then sure, I'm probably not gonna look to them for nuanced literary analysis. If they try to present themselves as any kind of authority on storytelling or media analysis, I'm probably not gonna take them seriously. If their experience is SEVERELY limited I might poke fun at someone (tabletop gamers who only play D&D, readers who only ever reference Harry Potter).

But like, if someone just mostly watches kid stuff...it doesn't affect me! They aren't hurting anybody! What business do you have shaming a stranger for that? Who gives a shit? Unless they're like, a professional reviewer or something, nobody OWES you media literacy! Argue with bad takes, encourage people to read more, that's all fine, but the brazen gall of "you should actually be embarrassed for this and I will shame you for it" is just so petty. Honestly? Grow up.

"it's embarrassing to watch and enjoy children's cartoons and you should be made to feel shame for it" ok. i think you should feel shame for needlessly being a prick but what do i know.

#original content #ranting sorry

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glowettee · 22 hours ago

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hi there! i love your content and was wondering if you’ve made or plan to make a “how to romanticize chores”, or something about romanticizing your work, for those of us who are out of school / in the work force? TIA (: <3

ೀhow to romanticize work and choresೀ

hi angel! 🌸 thank you for being so sweet!! i absolutely adore the idea of romanticizing chores and work, especially for those of you who are no longer in school and navigating through the workforce. i think this concept can apply to everyone, no matter where they are in life. we all deserve to find beauty and joy in the little things we do every day.

romanticizing your work or chores isn’t about pretending everything is perfect, it’s about shifting your perspective and finding small, meaningful ways to make your daily tasks feel more special. it’s about creating moments of joy and treating yourself with love and care, even when you’re doing something as simple as folding laundry or answering emails.

first, let’s talk about mindset. one of the biggest lessons i’ve learned (and something i’m sure applies to work life too) is that your attitude matters so much. instead of thinking “ugh, i have to do this,” try reframing it to “i get to do this.” even the most mundane tasks can feel different when you approach them with gratitude. for example, when i’m cleaning my room, i remind myself that i’m creating a cozy, peaceful space for myself. if you’re working, think about how your efforts contribute to your goals, your growth, or even just your ability to support yourself and those you love. it’s not about forcing positivity!! it’s about finding meaning in the little things.

next, let’s make the environment dreamy. i truly believe that aesthetics have the power to transform how we feel about tasks. for chores, light a candle with your favorite scent or play a soft, romantic jazz playlist in the background. for work, create a workspace that feels like a sanctuary. add a vase of fresh flowers, a cute mug for your coffee, or even just organize your desk so it feels inviting. i know it sounds simple, but these little touches can make such a difference in how you feel while you’re working.

another tip is to romanticize the process, not just the outcome. instead of rushing through your tasks, try to slow down and be present. notice the way warm water feels on your hands while washing dishes, or the satisfying sound of typing on your keyboard. i know it might sound silly, but when you focus on the sensory details, even the simplest tasks can feel more meaningful. this is something i practice when i’m studying, i try to enjoy the process of learning, not just the results.

you can also turn chores or work into rituals. for example, if you’re doing laundry, make it a cozy moment by folding clothes while watching your favorite movie or sipping tea. if you’re answering emails, set a timer, put on a calming playlist, and reward yourself with a little treat when you’re done. rituals give structure to your day and make even the most ordinary tasks feel intentional and special.

one thing i’ve learned from my psychology studies is that humans thrive on small rewards. so, give yourself permission to celebrate the little wins. finished a big project at work? treat yourself to your favorite dessert. cleaned the house? take a bubble bath. these rewards don’t have to be extravagant, they just need to remind you that your efforts are worth celebrating.

lastly, remember to romanticize yourself in the process. dress up a little, even if you’re just working from home. wear comfy yet cute clothes while doing chores. play music that makes you feel like the main character of your life. the way you present yourself to the world (and to yourself) can have such a big impact on how you feel.

romanticizing your work or chores isn’t about ignoring the hard parts of life. it’s about finding beauty and joy where you can. it’s about making the most of your daily routines and treating yourself with the love and care you deserve. so, even if you’re scrubbing floors or working on spreadsheets, know that you’re doing amazing, and you deserve to feel good about it.

sending you all the love and dreamy vibes! ✨

xoxo, mindy

quick tips for romanticizing your daily tasks! 🤍

create a morning ritual that feels like self care

invest in pretty organizational tools

make a workspace playlist for different moods

use your favorite scented products while cleaning

treat yourself to cute office supplies

keep fresh flowers or plants nearby

write your to-do lists in a beautiful journal

take mindful breaks with your favorite drink

dress in a way that makes you feel confident

create evening routines that feel peaceful

use soft lighting instead of harsh overheads

organize your space in an aesthetic way

set tiny rewards for completing tasks

document your progress in a pretty way

make your lunch break feel special

use beautiful containers for storage

create seasonal touches in your workspace

keep inspirational quotes nearby

make cleaning feel like a reset ritual

celebrate small wins with little treats

turn mundane tasks into mindfulness moments

add personal touches to your workspace

keep comfort items close by

make your desk feel like a sanctuary

use timers to create focused work periods

quick tips for making chores feel magical! 🤍

- light a vanilla candle while doing dishes

- use pretty cleaning supplies in pastel colors

- create a special cleaning outfit that makes you feel cute

- make a "cleaning day" playlist with dreamy songs

- invest in aesthetic storage solutions

- turn laundry time into a cozy movie moment

- use sweet-scented cleaning products

- take aesthetic photos of your clean space

- reward yourself with a bubble bath after cleaning

- make your cleaning caddy look pinterest-worthy

- pretend you're in a soft, aesthetic montage

- use pretty baskets for organizing

- make your bed like it's a luxury hotel

🌸 love, mindy

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satin-velvet · 2 days ago

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.* ·˚ 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹-𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 ✧.* ·˚ ༘ 𝒢𝒩!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

summary: a collection of head-canons around dating the wonderful wizard of oz.

note: I loved writing these, and I also wanted to write something gender-neutral. Thank you to everyone reading! Happy new years! 2025 will be a year filled with writing, wicked, and good memories <3

disclaimer: maybe not entirely accurate, this is just my interpretation of his character. subject to change, of course. some mentions of nsfw but nothing explicit.

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Oscar, unfortunately, is a bit lonely. Madame Moribble isn’t in the Emerald City all the time, so he’s mostly left to his own devices. I imagine he created the Oz of Tomorrow so he’d have something to do. Of course, lonely in the past tense, because with you he doesn’t feel lonely anymore!

He would immediately have a little figurine made for you, one for keepsakes and the other to go with his in the Oz of Tomorrow. Speaking of, he would love just explaining every detail of it and sharing everything he wants to add to it. He would want to hear your ideas, too, and hear what you think about it.

His favorite color, as we know, is green. If you wore green, he would love it. It doesn’t matter what; shirts, pants, dresses, lingerie, whatever. If you really wanted, he would get you a completely brand new, all green wardrobe. Just for you.

A little farther into the relationship, he’d want to tell you some of the things he remembers about Omaha, though it’s not much. Things about life before he was the wizard, but he might leave out the parts about him not actually being magical. He wouldn’t want you to think less of him. If you were also from somewhere far from Oz, he would be a little more comfortable with you since you have the shared experience of being somewhere completely new.

He’d be clingy, mostly unintentionally. Now that he has someone to actually talk to and spend time with, it’d be hard going back to doing things alone, even if it’s for a short while. There would be plenty he’d want to talk to you about, and he will just talk and talk if you let him, even if you stop responding. When he has to do his wizard work, like.. signing documents and such, if you wanted to come along and hangout in his office, he would happily let you.

Would absolutely gift you nice, custom jewelry and accessories whenever. If he knows gifts make you happy, expect them a lot. If you gave him gifts back, he would definitely cherish them.

Even though he tends not to venture outside the palace, if you wanted to, he’d go out to the Emerald City and explore it with you. Sometimes in a disguise, sometimes not. Sometimes the attention of all the citizens becomes too much. He loves the attention, of course, but he would want to focus on you.

Very protective. If you absolutely must leave (he will try to convince you not too) he wouldn’t want you to go very far, especially anywhere he can’t ensure your safety. Anywhere near the desert? No. Random forests? Probably not. If he felt he needed to, he would have a guard go with you.

He tries to keep all his evil tendencies under wraps, and present as a charming, sentimental man. The truth is a little more complicated. He was quite caring, to begin with, but saving Oz came with some drawbacks. For instance, if you wanted to break up or leave, he would try to convince you not to.. all the classic “What am I going to do without you?” lines. If you did actually leave, he’d do the same thing he did with Elphaba and call the guards to go get you and bring you back. I think this is when he would be most pathetic and begging, especially if you were standing your ground. He would try and convince you for hours, however long it takes.

One thing he would hate is you favoring another person over him. If you don’t need him, then you might leave, and he doesn’t want that. He’s the one and only wizard of oz; who could be better than him? It would make him jealous, and quite hurt. You might have to reassure him every once in awhile that you do love him and won’t leave.

On the topic of magic, he probably has a little potion room where he experiments with making elixirs and potions. At first, it was just for fun (and to give to Melena) but if you wanted, he could try some on you. Most of them don’t do much, if anything at all. But he’d be excited you want to try one of his hobbies.

He loves dancing. Slow-dancing, tap-dancing.. it doesn’t matter. If you didn’t know how, he’d teach you how to slow-dance. I think he’s proficient in many things, niche or not, since he has so much time on his hands. Things like instruments are another thing he’d love to teach you.

He’s always wanted a child of his own, and he projects a little bit of that onto you when he teaches you how to do something or explains things. I think this would be very noticeable if you were younger than him.

He likes pet-names, mostly because they are charming and also good for manipulation when he needs to use it. I think he’d use darling the most, whether casually, during intercourse, or when he want’s something from you. There are other pet names he’d use, depending on what you like. If you aren’t a fan of those, a nickname works just fine.

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thaltro · 2 days ago

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Hey, I analyze your bad guys design on TikTok awhile ago, so I really want to analyze the new design of Atrophy mostly on the color scheme you picked and little bit things I said before but add too it. The color looks so good! The white is really nice with the color green slime/goop that Atrophy is made out of, it makes him stand out. Which I believe that what he would want because he definitely has a complex on not being enough so a white suit will make him pop out from others. Also the base symbol of white is purity,innocence, and goodness everything Atrophy isn’t but something he was as a child(if we go by the canon were passive was the kindest person in the multiverse in his story). The mask thing is definitely stuck to his face no doubt about it.how you add the moon and sun theme is so genius, it a subtle detail were it reminds the audience that Atrophy will always be connected to dream and theirs au, even if he doesn’t want to be. Because the mask is stuck on there but I don’t think the tie is so even if Atrophy say he doesn’t want to be connected to dream deep down he does he always has/will/be connected to his brother whether he recognized it or not. The way you made the green more bright on him is great, the base green symbolism is New beginnings, peace, nature, harmony, jealousy, greed which only some those really apply here the New beginnings, jealousy, greed and nature (only a little bit on the nature because it connect him to his mother who became a tree). The new beginnings (him changing looks entirely, his name and like you can say his personality him now and when he was child)(also what goes to happen to him in this story) jealousy ( boy has been jealous since day one) and greed (and this might be a lot of a stretch but believed he deserves so much better so he make sure he has the most lavish things,items,clothes,food, he collections things he didn’t even like,hoarding it because he believe he deserves to have them, he was denied so much as a child so now he has the privilege to make sure no one get more than he had as a kid) even though he secretly hate himself so deeply. (I talk about this before but I promise I adding something new!) He named himself Atrophy because he sees himself as a waste/effectiveness but he rename himself even though nightmare have more villain definition being a frightening, unpleasant because he needs control over himself he needs to feel better about himself so he rename himself because it gives him control, he can’t be hurt when people call him Atrophy because he himself calls himself Atrophy. No one can hurt you as badly as you can yourself. That how I believe why Atrophy name himself Atrophy. Anyway I think this get long enough, I will be back! I can promise you that I’m so excited for your story and everything you have planned! Also I should add psychology has a lot matching colors as Atrophy so it says a lot about these two, maybe I’ll get psych (rubbing my hands evilly to gather) anyway bye bye have a good day or night wherever you’re at!sorry about how long this is and if my writing isn’t the best.

How the hell did you interpret all that accurately? /not mad

I haven’t even posted the webcomic and I have a lot of people send me really accurate interpretations of Atrophy, this one is really good.

Yk in nightwatch I wrote for atrophy not to be shown nuanced or sympathetic light until like mid act 2. Like he does HORRIBLE shit for the majority of the comic, I have to make a chart of content warnings just for his actions. If I ever garnered a small fandom around it I expected little to no analysis of him but I post one picture of him lol and I have like character design theory essays in my ask box.

You are very right on why he named himself, I love how you worded it too.

Atrophy is a hoarder for the exact reasons you mention, Atrophy tries to embody what he never had- power, wealth, and masculinity. Having trinkets and a large home are included in that. He hoards food too, he has an entire basement that he dedicates to non perishable food that he will never eat, as he can’t eat food. He doesn’t know why but it feels safe with it there.

You also noticed how psych and atrophy have color schemes similar, which is 100 percent intentional. All of the characters i directly parallel have similar color schemes. Atrophy and psych are Enemies but also the closest and most familiar to one another. To atrophy psych is just a mirror of himself, which creates a oddly hateful, dependent, and egotistical relationship with him.

The color symbolism especially the green symbolism is intentional. Atrophy is greedy, gluttonous, and jealous and I always associated that with green. He’s also supposed to resemble a wine bottle with his color palette- as a reference to his lavish lifestyle. The moon and sun motifs are in reference to his brother. It’s the only thing atrophy genuinely feels bad about.

I don’t know if I said this already but dream thinks his brother is dead, not in a metaphorical way in a genuine way where he hasn’t seen him in hundreds of years and was told he was murdered. Atrophy is aware his brother probably believes this, but thinks it’s best for them to never meet as he’s changed so much that him dying is not too far off from what he is now. But dream is always at the back of his mind, which is why he has a lot of motifs.

I love this analysis aughsh

Thank you

#utmv #sans au #undertale au #thank you #nightwatch au #nightwatch #YAAYY

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darknoverse · 7 hours ago

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oh ok im gonna be SO ANNOYING BUT ILL TALK ABOUT MY HUSBAT I LOVE ANTASMA I LOVE HIMB

where do i even start he's so cool and pretty and genuinely such an interesting character even tho he has little screentime and the game treats him like shit .

like omg- the design alone is so interesting on its own, there's so much going on in it and yet it gives the vibe needed , i can spend hours analysing it in detail .

i KNOW almost everyone thinks he's like the worst villain in the m&l rpgs series and that he's boring but like he's genuinely so cool if you look more into his moment. he's smarter than people give him credit for . cooler than the game gave him time to show. and it sucks but even then he still caught me instantly of all the characters. like he's genuinely SO smart and cunning and calculated and he has so SO much patience in situations i would snap in lmao . he is evil as hell actually and i love him sm for it

relatability aside (he's soooooo much like me i need to write a longer essay about him again) he's so cool like, come on, nightmare king of bats who's name in the japanese version a play on the word "evil/demon" and is refered to as the DEMON king of bats there? also he eats nightmares which is epic.

i wish he got to show his full potential but regardless of it i know he has it and uhhhh idk i'll make sure he wins anyways he deserves to be treated like the king he's supposed to be, he deserves to be happy.

thank you for listening btw im ejhfghdjehdfbvndf

GUSH ABOUT YOUR F/O IN THE REBLOGS TO ME AND I WILL ACTUALLY LISTEN AND RESPOND TO THEM ACCORDINGLY BECAUSE YOU 🫵 DEAR READER DESERVE TO HAVE YOUR INTERESTS TREATED WITH RESPECT AND NOT JUST GET A "wow that's neat"

doubles and proshippers dni! Doubles you also deserve respect I'm just not very good at sharing I'm so sorry!

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yaut-jaknowit · 4 hours ago

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Morally ambiguous corpo scientist gets transfered to a "exciting new project" only to find it's a Predator breeding program.

Breeding Program

Character: T'a'yta (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: I'M WARNING YOU NOW, I WENT FERAL BADLY. Rape/Non con contents. Sex pollen, SMUT, very rough sex, knotting, breeding. Read at your own risk, seriously.

Word Count: 3159

Summary: As a scientist, the ability to move up in the world was amazing. To surpass people you thought were the top dogs in your program and placed in a new section. A new program. You hadn't been briefed but the pay was phenomena. Nothing to complain about there. You met up with Amelia, the head of the program, at the facility and get a tour. At the end, she takes you down a hallway, opens a door to a pitch black room. Then shoves you in.

Author Note: I'm warning you all. This seriously might be the darkest thing I've ever wrote. I don't know why my brain went this route, but it did. Please, I'm warning you. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Masterlist

Ao3

After the years to finally work underneath this team of scientist, you were astonished to find they had referred you higher up the chain. To a new exciting project that could change the world. The opening letter they gave you easily hyped you up. Before you knew it, you were accepting the new position. Your items were going to be transferred over at a later date.

The new team wanted to meet you so bad. That’s what they told you. That’s what you believed. You found yourself at the new building that had just been finished. This was nerve racking but exciting at the same time. All new equipment and gear to test out. State of the art equipment has been entrusted to you. Out of all the people, you’ve been promoted to such a position. This was destiny!

Smiles greeted you when you first walked through the doors. The team lead was here in person to greet you the moment you stepped onto the new grounds.

Amelia says your name with a soft smile that complimented her features. “It’s so good to see you! We’ve been waiting for you to finally arrive. I hope the travel wasn’t bad?” She guides you towards the elevator and presses the button. The doors open and welcome you aboard. You step in after Amelia, nearly bouncing off of the ground with each step. A dream becoming reality.

“No,” you shake your head. “It wasn’t bad. The flight was beautiful though. Being that high up.” The memory of all the gorgeous clouds that covered the sky. Then, seeing as far as the eye could see. All of the land that went on and on. You loved it. “I’m so excited to be here too. It’s been my dream to work in an environment like this. When do I get to meet the rest of the team?”

There weren’t much for details about the project besides how cool it would be for you to join the team. Of course, you couldn’t say no. Not when a job like this could be the last one you would ever need. Plus, the pay was… wow. Amazing!

The elevator’s doors slid open to reveal a long hallway with black tile floors and grey walls. Little décor filled the empty space. You didn’t mind it. The place was still new. Maybe they hadn’t gotten around to fully furnishing the space.

Both of you walked out. Amelia laughed. “Oh, they’re around. They just didn’t want to crowd you and overwhelm you on your introduction day. Today is just meant to show you around, learn the space before the people, you know?” You nodded along, agreeing with everything she said. You already felt on the verge of being overwhelmed with a different workspace and people.

“Aw, alright. If you can, tell them I can’t wait to meet them, please?” you asked of her. All you wanted to do was impress the team more than you already have. To show them that you have a passion for science. It’s your livelihood.

“I sure can do that for you.” Amelia took the closet right down the hallway from the elevator. Her steps were precise with black two-inch heels. “They’ll be happy to know you’re thinking about them.”

A long, rectangular glass window was built into the wall. Amelia stops and motions towards the glass. Where you see tables of equipment just sitting there, ready for use. They are brand new, still shiny and lacking even fingerprints. Your eyes sparkle, hands twitching desperate to touch everything. But, you tamper down the feeling.

“This is amazing already, Amelia. I can’t wait to see the rest of the building.” When she smiles at you again, it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “When will be my first day? I hadn’t gotten any emails about it.” You were concerned that maybe something as wrong with your emails. You needed to get everything right. This was your dream job. Over your dead body will you let this go.

She waves her hand like she’s brushing it off. “We’ve been having a little issue with our emails lately. Currently, we have you starting as soon as possible. Whenever you are ready.” Seriously?! That meant you could probably start today!

The tour continued down the same hall, taking a right. “Really? Is it possible I could start today? I would love to get my hands on the tools as soon as possible.” Hopefully you don’t overdo it with your passion to work. At least in this field.

“Of course. I’m glad because we were planning for your first day to start right now.” She shows you to another room similar to room before with a more open space. This side looked like it dealt with more chemicals than biology. “The team isn’t here today. But I’m more than happy to let you roam after the tour, get to know the place.”

This possibly couldn’t be happening! God, you were in heaven. No one could smack the smile off of your face. No matter how hard they tried.

“Thank you. I’m so glad I can start today. I promise not to let you down.” Another room is showed to you. “I’ve had a passion for science since I was little. I know I’m going to be a great fit for the team.”

“I know you won’t let us down.” The two of your continue further down a different hall. The doors become less welcoming and more… prison like. As if they’re trying to keep something in. In the heat of the moment, you silence the alarm going off in your head. “I know you will be a great fit. Very great fit to our team.”

There’s something in the way she said that nearly threw you off. Your brows furrowed for only a second before she stopped in front of a door. This one looked even more heavily modified than any of the others you’ve seen. It’s at the end of a hallway, furthest from the rest of the facility.

“Ah, here we are. I can’t believe the tour already has come to an end.” She almost sounded genuinely sad to end the tour. Amelia places her hand on a screen next to the entrance. “This is where I leave you to your work, doctor.”

The metal slab slid into a hidden pocket and revealed a dark, pitch black room. You tilted your head and peered inside. Maybe the lights will turn on by motion. You turn towards her. “Hey the lights-“

Hands shoved at you from behind. A scream left your lips as you stumble forward before falling to your hands and knees. The darkness instantly crowds you, trying to suck you into its being. You whipped your head around to find Amelia standing at the entrance with an evil grin. A shudder ran its course through your body. Your breathing started to increase.

“Have fun with our new… project.” Then, the door snapped close and sealed you in the pitch blackness that threatened to consume you whole.

Your heart thundered in your ears. Blindly, you stood on unsteadily legs with your arms out to feel around. One step forward almost sent you back to the ground. The shakiness of your entire being was throwing you off. You took another step of faith only to be blinded by white light that sent you back on your butt.

Pain stung at your sensitive eyes. The change didn’t take you long to peel them open and see the room you’ve been thrown into.

And the beast who watched with rapt attention.

Terror gripped at your heart. You didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t even breathe. It’s bright, vibrant eyes that nearly glowed were pinned on your trembling form. It’s barrel chest heaved with each deep intake of air it took. Never did it look away from you.

Something about it made you feel like prey in the sight of a predator. It just needed to sink its claws into your fragile flesh.

“You might be wondering what this thing is and why we’ve brought you here?” Amelia’s voice broke the tension in the air coming from a speaker system. You yelped at the sudden sound and scrambled backwards. The humanoid creature observed every move you made. The moment you moved, it roared with a piercing sound and lunged at you.

Heavy chains secured it to the wall. They creaked under its strength as its wild eyes looked at you. Its arm clawed at the air as if it could pull you closer. Your back smacked against the nearest wall as you stared at the creature. Fear evident in your eyes. You watched as the beast cried and spat spittle with each attempt to get to you. But, thankfully the chains held.

“This is the project we’ve raved about. Meet… a Yautja. An alien from outer space,” Amelia lets the words settle for a dramatic pause. In the mean time, the creature has finally calmed down once it realized it couldn’t get to you for the moment. “Well, we needed someone to test something out for us. Of course, I didn’t want to use any of our wonderful staff here. So, I choose you. Our new test subject.”

Test subject?! “For what!?” you screamed at her, hoping she could hear you. Hear the anger that wiggled through the terror.

“For our breeding program.” You blinked once. Twice. Three times. Then, the words finally sunk in completely. “We’ve captured this Yautja when he landed in LA. We gave him an aphrodisiac. Now, he’s become a mindless, breeding male. And you, our dear test subject, will be the first. We hope you survive.”

Silence entered the air afterwards. The speakers no longer buzzed with energy. Her words flew wildly inside of your mind, bouncing around every corner. You tried to make sense, come to terms with what she’s put you into. But it… you couldn’t settle. They’re using you for a breeding program with an alien. An alien that looked ready to tear you apart rather then- you stopped the thoughts. You swallowed thickly and weakly stood on shaky legs.

In horror, you observed the chains clicking open. Once the last one was released, there wasn’t even time to register the brown, humanoid shape flash across the room. Strong, massive hands snatched your throat and the front of your shirt. The fabric was torn from your form and discarded without any regard. Next, your pants and underwear were taken care of in the same matter.

You screamed and tried to kick and punch the mindless beast. All of your strikes hit. Yet none of them deterred him. It seemed like they didn’t even tickle him. It forced you face down, ass up underneath it. The entire palm of his hand gripped the side of your head, keeping you pinned in a primed position.

It leaned down and covered you with its entire body. Heat radiated off of it like a firepit. Flames flickering to lick at your clammy skin. You shuttered at the difference of temperature. It’s free hand reached between your legs but paused for a moment.

“I-I ca-an’t stop,” a throaty, croaky voice whispered into your ear. You tensed up underneath the beast before jerking at the touch of its fingers. They glided through your slit, gathering what slick had pooled. Your body betraying you at the knowledge of a monster getting ahold of you.

That almost… sounded like an apology of some kind. The scientists have turned this alien into a mindless, breeding machine with the aphrodisiac. The poor thing couldn’t control its actions. All it could do was follow instinct, despite the difference of species.

A whine surged past your lips when the wet pad of its finger rubbed around your hardening nub. At least, he was trying to make it bearable. You felt something blazing hot and throbbing slide between your open legs, rubbing against your slit. A moan left your lips before you could stop yourself. You didn’t stop struggling but your attempts were weakening.

The tip was tapered by the feeling of it. You felt it nudge against your entrance. He paused for a moment, as if fighting the drugs that filled his system. Then, his hips snapped forward and full sheathed his cock into you. You cried out against the dirty, concrete floor and clawed for escape. The beast added more weight to pin you down and began a pace you couldn’t comprehend. All before you had a chance to make sense of what’s up and what’s down.

Each thrust nearly sent you flying towards the wall. If it wasn’t for his hand on your head, you would’ve been smooshed against it. Your eyes were clenched shut. “Fuck! S-slow… slow down!” you begged for relief, even for a moment. The beast deepened a growl and quickened his thrusts somehow. The pain only increased with pleasure. You were barely able to breath as he thrusted into you sent the air out of your lungs.

His other hand not holding your head gripped your hip in a bruising hold. Sharp talons punctured your flesh. Beads of red pooling to the surface then dripping down your belly and onto the cold, unforgiving floor. There was nothing you could do to stop him. All you were able to do was hold on for the unrelenting ride.

To ease some of the ache, you reached between your legs and circled two digits around your puffy clit. The stretch of his massive, thick cock pressed against every little nerve you had. At the touch, you mewled and quickened the speed almost to match his.

Your bottom lip was pinched between dull teeth, trying to hold in your noises. It was embarrassing. To take enjoyment out of this. But, fuck. The creature took up every inch of available space inside of you then some more. You could feel the way your stomach distended each time he sheathed himself to the hilt. There was something expanding at the base of him as well. It would catch each time he pushed in and out.

Thick fingers gripped the strands of your hair and yanked your head back. One arm slapped against the smooth concrete floors. You squealed and released the hold on your lip, forced to let everyone know how you were feeling.

The pleasure building in your stomach was amounting to something. Despite the ache and pains this gave you, you were feeling the coil tightening. You rewetted your fingers with your own juices before going back to work. The way they easily slid over your puffy clit had you seeing stars.

It continued to build and build. He lets go of your hair, letting your upper torso to lie back on the ground. You almost curled into yourself, confused about the nearing end, and panted heavily. “Oh, fuck. H-how?!” you muttered to yourself.

White flashed across your vision. Your walls clamped down on his thick shaft, trying to suck him in deeper. A weak, pathetic squeak escaped your vocal cords, the only sound you could make. Your entire body tensing up and rode out the waves of the overwhelming pleasure.

Amidst your orgasm, the beast growled in victory then pushed his hips flush with yours. A loud, deafening roar tore from his throat. You felt his cock swell inside of you, the base locking him inside of you. The ball of flesh pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves just on the inside of your cunt. You trembled and shook underneath him. The ecstasy far too much for you to handle.

As the last of the pleasure started to fade away, you slumped weakly onto the floor, hips still held up by his hand. The feeling of the thick, swollen flesh boarded uncomfortable. You trembled and attempted to pull your hips away from his.

The creature snarled threateningly and ensnared your entire waist with an arm. You fearfully tensed up. But, he calmed down afterwards and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

Deadly fangs grazed across your flesh, pebbling the skin with goosebumps. Vibrations ran down from your spine. Barely a sound made. He rubbed his face against your skin, coating you with his scent.

You were thankful for that to be over. For the most part. He was still lodged deep inside of you with no way of pulling out. He wouldn’t let you. You took in deep, lungsful of air, and tried to regulate your breathing.

Some time past when you felt him start to deflate inside of you. With a grunt, the creature jerked his hips back. The ball of flesh popped free from your stretched entrance. He pulled away. Fresh air flushed over you and made you shiver at the coolness of the air.

Yet, you weren’t cold for long. The same heat from before prodded at your entrance. Your exhausted state immediately drained away. You jerked up and attempted to get on your hands. A massive hand slammed you back onto the ground. The alien snarled another warning to you then sunk all the way to the base inside of you again.

It wasn’t as painful as before. The earlier treatment had you stretched out beyond your limits. You still keened at the feeling and squirmed. He rewrapped his arm around your waist and pulled your hips flush with his.

“Again?” you asked with a cry. The first round was punishing enough. You didn’t know if you could survive another go with him.

He pulled his hips back until the tip was still sitting just inside of you. With a growl, the beast plowed back into you without any mercy.

The aphrodisiac was a powerful drug on him. It forced him to go on. All the way till you reached the verge of blacking out. Either from exhaustion or the amount of orgasms he pulled from you. You swore he went until his balls had been emptied inside of you, filling you with his seed. The inside of your legs coated with it. With a small puddle pooling between your trembling legs.

Finally, the creature collapsed to the side and pulled you with him. His knot was still lodged inside of you, keeping the contents of his last orgasm deep inside of you. You had no energy to fight. You let him take you, unable to barely keep your eyes open enough to see. They were filled with blurry tears.

His arm tightened around your waist, keeping you locked to him. You groaned, deep from your chest, eyes shut at this point.

“If you can hear me… I am sorry for my actions,” he muttered lowly into your ear. Only for you hear. You didn’t have the energy to answer. Just lying there, in his arms, letting sleep take you away. “I promise you. I’ll get us out of here.”

Hope fluttered to life in your chest.

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