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milaisreading · 2 years ago

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I really like your BLLK headcanons about y/n's plushes! I adore the idea about y/n as BLLK manager, so if you accept bllk requests, can I ask you, please, for headcanons about y/n as bllk project manager and boys are whipped for her like in your headcanons? Have a great day and ignore it, if it's uncomfortable for you!~

Garden

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Thank u for the request, I hope I am doing this the right way since I don't do requests often. Tried to keep it as short as possible🩷

Warnings ⚠️: none in particular. Reader uses she/her. Possible manga spoilers. Requests are open.

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

It was one of those rare days when Ego allowed the team to use their phones instead of just training and sleep. (Y/n) was out with Anri to run some errands Ego came up with, much to their annoyance. The team wasn't really aware of the two being gone, as they were immersed in their phones. But it took only one post from a fan of theirs to set off a chain of chaos.

"Hey, (Y/n) isn't here today?" Isagi spoke up, showing Bachira and Gagamaru his phone. The two looked at it in confusion and soon after their expressions turned to one of realization, then they sighed.

"(Y/n) looks so cute~ Isagi, send me that picture!" Bachira commands as the boy sweat drops.

"You can find it on the internet yourself- Gagamaru you haven't blinked once since you started looking." The goalkeeper looked away from Isagi's phone and then at the boy, blinking a few times.

"I did." He simply answered, his face turning red as Bachira laughed and slapped his back.

"You are down bad, Gagamaru! Can't blame you though, (Y/n) is so cute and caring! Nobody could resist her!"

"True! She always does her best so that we are comfortable and can just focus on football." Isagi added with a dreamy sigh, getting nods from the other two.

"She also always pays attention to help us out with the parts we lack before Ego-san can scold us. That's really sweet of her." Gagamaru said nervously, his face turning red along with the other 2.

"Yeah." They sighed, but their moment of tranquility got interrupted as three of their other teammates entered the room, two looking confused and one pissed off. The former Team Z members raise their eyebrows at Rin as Chigiri and Rensuke sat down.

"What happened to you, Rin?" Bachira questioned as the taller huffed, sitting down between Rensuke and Isagi.

"Nothing. What are you two doing there?" The tale-eyed boy asked, his anger turning into confusion at their flustered faces. Isagi said nothing and showed Rin the phone, which still had the post of a fan on. It was a really simple picture of (Y/n) wearing the Blue Lock jacket and a mask, holding a box as Anri was in the background talking to someone. The caption was simple too, just a 'Happy to have gone outside today! Seeing (Y/n) is rare but so worth it!!'

Rin's face turned red and he let out a dreamy sigh, shocking Chigiri and Rensuke.

"What did you even show him? We have been trying to calm him down for the past 10 minutes." Chigiri asked as Rensuke leaned in to look at the phone. Chigiri looked on as his friend had the same reaction as Rin, just that it was way more obvious.

"Nothing much, a fan posted a picture of (Y/n) she seems to be out in the city right now." Gagamaru explained to the redhead, who took the phone from Isagi's hand.

"Hey!" The boy yelled as Chigiri ignored him while Bachira chuckled a little. The redhead blinked a few times as he went over the picture for a minute.

"Cute..." He muttered, grabbing the spot where his heart is dramatically. Isagi took the opportunity and took his phone from him, and then went to look at the picture again, meanwhile Rin and Bachira were leaning against his shoulders to look too.

"She looks so adorable~ Wish I was with her. I feel bad when she has to carry those boxes around." Chigiri pouted as Rensuke nodded in agreement.

"I never see her complain tho or even ask for help. Baro and I once wanted to help her but she just kept ignoring and asking us to go and rest."

"She is very considerate. We are very lucky Ego-san picked her as our manager." Rin added, causing the six to nod along.

"Guys! Did you see the pictures of (Y/n)?! The JFU updated some from today's conference!" Karasu yelled as him, Otoya, Baro and Hiori walked into the room. The others perked up as they looked at the boy.

"There are more?! Where?!"

"On JFU's official site. The pictures look glamorous, nothing out of the ordinary for her." Aryu said with a smile as he handed Chigiri his phone, prompting the others to huddle up next to him and look at them.

"So cute~"

"Look! She is waving too!"

"Look! The smile is there too!"

"Wish there were more pictures without the mask."

"I couldn't imagine being an outsider and only seeing (Y/n) once in a blue moon."

"Must suck. Thank God I am not one of them."

"You guys are so weak acting like that over some pictures. It's rediculous." Baro commented, causing the others to glare at him.

"What did you just say, you donkey?"

"Want to repeat that?!" Isagi and Bachira replied as Otoya let out a laugh next to Baro.

"Let's not pretend like you didn't have the same, if not a worse reaction."

"Yeah, your face was as red as a tomato from that one picture where (Y/n) was smiling at the camera." Karasu added as Aryu and Chigiri snickered.

"Weak minded king." Rensuke taunted.

"Shut up! Aside from that one, I am the most calm and collected."

"Anyways, my favorite one is where she was nearly caught falling asleep. Chigiri scroll down, you guys won't be disappointed!" Otoya urged, just in time when Nagi, Reo and Kurona walked in.

"My favorite one was the one where she is talking to Teieri-san. It always looks nice when she is relaxed." Hiori admitted with a blush.

"What are we looking at?" Nagi raised an eyebrow, walking to where Isagi was.

"Yeah, you all are quite loud." Reo said.

"New pictures of (Y/n). The JFU posted them. She looks so cute too!" Aryu said while Reo and Kurona ran to where Chigiri was, hoping to catch some glimpse of the manager.

"What?! Let me see. I didn't se (Y/n) in so long."

"We literally sat last night at dinner with her." Nagi told Reo, who looked at him dumbfounded.

"So? Too long- Hey Chigiri, can you return to the previous picture?" Reo urged as the boy agreed, wondering where their phones were.

"Whatever, hope (Y/n) will be back soon. I want to show her a new trick I learned." Kurona muttered, trying to move Gagamaru's head out of his sight.

"The real her is better than any of the pictures. These just don't do her justice." Karasu added, prompting the rest to agree unanimously.

"Oh? Rin, you seem in a better mood too? What were you even mad over?" Kunigami suddenly asked the tale-eyed boy, who just shook his head, trying to enjoy (Y/n)'s pictures in peace.

"Nothing...I forgot about it."

An hour before...

Rin was in the main hall enjoying the silence as he went through his phone, just checking in to see what his favorite artists and footballers were posting, when a message from his brother popped up. Now, him and Sae were now on better terms than previously, but not so much better for the older to write him at random times of the day. Cautiously, Rin opened the message and boy did he wish he didn't.

Sae: Hey Rin, you are good friends with your manager, right?

Sae: Could you tell me if she has any social media?

Sae: Could you also give her my phone number. She isn't dating anyone, right?

Present time...

"Absolutely nothing, it was resolved, anyways." Rin said to his orange-haired teammate, knowing his brother is probably pissed that he had left him on read.

"Can I show you another picture of (Y/n) I found on my camera roll? I think it was from our U-20 match!" Reo suddenly said, catching everyone's attention now.

"Show!"

"I wanna see!"

"When is (Y/n) coming back again?"

"Not sure, Gagamaru. I hope soon."

Meanwhile on the other side of the Blue Lock building (Y/n) let out a sneeze as she was looking through the 1st aid kid.

"Are you alright?" Niki asked in alarm as (Y/n) waved him off.

"Yeah, must be seasonal sickness. Anyways, how did you even manage to cut your finger like this? I am not used to you being clumsy." Niki blushed a little and looked away as (Y/n) started disinfecting his cut.

"Accidents, you know!" Niko answered nervously, enjoying the short moment he had with her.

'Her hands are so soft!!'

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bestanimatedmovie · 1 year ago

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Choose your favorite!

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Puss In Boots: The Last Wish:

It has a very well done and mature depiction of serious topics (mortality) and mental health. My favourite scene is the depiction of Puss having a panic attack and Perrito comforting him. Also great animation and all the characters are amazing.

The trio of puss+kitty+ perrito was really fun and I loved Puss and Kitty’s relationship. The scenes with Death gave me chills when I saw it in theaters. The animation was gorgeous, the character arcs are very well done, every character is entertaining to watch and it's paced impressively well. Probably the best animated movie I saw in 2022

The animation, the characters, the details, the story, the comedy, the messages, the animation style, All OF IT!

I absolutely love the characterization, the fact that they managed to wrangle BLOOD into the movie was insane to me when I watched it in theaters. I was so entranced lol

It’s a fucking cinematic masterpiece. I nearly cried this film changed a part of my soul. The animation is incredibly stylised especially for the fight scenes, the locations are beautiful and the characters are all enjoyable in their own ways. The music is so good i recommended it to my music teacher on the basis of looking at it for leitmotifs. Genuinely one of the best films I’ve ever seen.

The opening scene is absolutely gorgeous + Kitty & pib's relationship is so important to me. they invented true love. <2

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valkyrayn · 1 year ago

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drabble | marius having no clue on how a washing machine works

because payton had been the one doing the laundry for him for the most part of his life. since he’s moved out the mansion to live with rosa, now he has to figure out how this laundry thing works.

never has a machine looked so intimidating

their bed is a mess. if it was an ordinary bed, it would’ve broken in half from how hard they were fucking on it last night

rosa had left for work, leaving him with the task to clean up their ‘mess.’ she’d offered but he said ‘i got this babe.’

he regretted it now. he’s far from getting it. with arms braced against the machine, he leans down to read the labels.

what are these buttons even for. spin? what does it even do? water level? how much water does one need to fill? high? low? medium?

dry? hmm. maybe that would work? he needs to dry the sheets. it’s drenched with—the mess that came from their rigorous, sexual activities

ok maybe just drying isn’t going to work. drying wouldn’t get rid of the smell. that much he knows.

damnit why did he have to fuck her through the mattress like that? why did he, in that post-orgasm stupor, confidently offered to wash the sheets, as if he’s done it before?

he knows how to. in theory. but now looking at the labels again, maybe he doesn’t.

he probably should’ve searched the internet on how to do it but out of habit, his fingers had pressed call on payton’s contact number.

“hello, master marius?”

marius clears his throat, unsure on how to start. “I need help.”

marius mumbled the rest of his sentence, or more like sped through it that payton misses it completely. “sorry?”

“howdoiusethewashingmachine?”

“master marius, sorry but I didn’t catch that.”

“payton, please.” he’s on the verge of crying from embarrassment

“how do I…use the…washing machine.” he slaps a hand over his face and groans, wishing for the floor to swallow him. he really should’ve just googled it.

silence at the other end of the phone, and then a throat clears. “you want to switch this to video?”

marius can’t tell if that’s a better idea or not. he contemplated for a few seconds and then switched the call to video. immediately, he regretted it.

“how much laundry are you doing? what kind of fabric is it? did you separate the colours?”

he’s not about to show their sex stained sheets. absolutely not.

“it’s…i don’t know. cotton?”

payton blinks, watching marius grin awkwardly in the screen, refusing to turn the camera around. clearly there was no point of switching this to video

payton clears his throat again. “can you show me?”

“no.” marius replied a little too quickly, averting his gaze, staring awkwardly at anything but payton.

“master marius, I cannot help you if I don’t know what material you’re dealing with. you could risk—

“it’s the bed sheets!”

the goddamn silence again. marius looks at payton from the corner of his eye, avoiding full eye contact. great now payton’s gonna put two and two together and figure out exactly what it implies.

“the covers too?”

“…yes.”

“those are different materials. separate the cotton from the silk and wash them separately.” of course payton would know exactly what materials his bed sheets and covers are, he did pack it for them after all.

marius is reeling. how? what? wash separately?

“what detergent are you using?”

“i don’t know. the normal one?”

“with fragrance? is it plant-based?”

marius scrambles through the laundry cabinet, trying to read the labels on the bottles.

“fuck i don’t know. it says lavender. that’s plant-based right?”

“no. that means it has fragrance. you can’t use that, it’ll trigger your allergy.”

“what the fuck? what is plant-based then?”

“oh and make sure it says detergent, not softener.”

marius pauses in the chaos, brain flatlining.

“what the fuck is a softener?!?!”

after almost an hour of back and forth of payton asking questions and marius asking questions back for having no idea what anything means, they finally came to a conclusion that it’s a lost cause—for now at least.

“I’ll have vincent send it over to you.”

“certainly, master marius.”

“please don’t tell rosa about this.”

“I will not.”

when vincent came through the door, he had specifically asked for the ‘coitus-stained sheets and covers’ to which marius responded with a mortified look on his face

“i’m gonna kill payton.” he should’ve said not to tell a soul, vincent included.

the next time they stained the sheets again, marius resigned and called payton over to finally teach him how to use the goddamn contraption

Pax is gonna have to build an auto washing machine that can separate the materials and choose the washing modes by itself because fuck this shit seriously

why is doing laundry this complicated??

he doesn’t outright admit it but payton do enjoy teaching his young master the ways to conquer laundry activities. ever since he’s moved out of the mansion, he found that he actually missed him and his theatrics

so times like these are precious

even if it means having to learn about the fact that this young boy and his fiance are sex fiends and the sheets and covers need to be washed at least once a week, every week

so teaching him how to do it himself from now on is for the best. because there’s no way in hell he’s doing it again

end ||

just a fun drabble i had lying around in drafts. originally written for twitter so that explains the shortness. i just love the people in marius’ life like vincent and payton and do enjoy writing them.

also i guess you can say the sequel to this is ride your king where it mentions that marius has learned how to do the laundry at the end 😌

#drabble #marius von hagen #lu jinghe

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cupids-chronicles · 1 year ago

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The Twisted series: Twisted Love #1

Author: Ana Huang

Genre: Romance, New Adult

My Rating: ⭐⭐⭐/5.

Spice: 🌶🌶🌶

Goodreads rating: 3.7/5

Pages: 352

Published: 29 April 2021

Twisted Love Review

Note: This book is intended for mature audiences over the age of 18 due to explicit content (steamy chapters).

If there were a roller coaster named "Twisted Love," you'd need a seatbelt, a helmet, and probably a permission slip from your emotions. Ava Huang, no relation to your blender (I hope), stirs up a potent concoction in this whirlwind of a romance novel that comprises–count them– 43 chapters of "Oh my gosh, did that just happen ?"

The story spotlights Ava Chen, a photography student with a keen eye for drama and Alex Volkow, the best friend of her brother and her knight in damp and stubborn armor. Seriously, their romance kicks off with Ava playing damsel in distress in the rain, only to be saved by Alex.

Cliché ? Yes.

Did I eat it up ? Double yes.

These two are like an onion of emotions - lots of layers and might make you cry. Ava's got a baggage claim's worth of past trauma and an ex-boyfriend who probably never learned the word "no" or "goodbye."

Alex? He's the broody sort, hiding his very own emotional baggage behind that mysterious exterior. (I'd bet if he were real he'd be a softie on the inside, and probably bake cupcakes or something.)

Sparks fly between these two like it's the Fourth of July. It's not all fireworks, though. Their relationship sees more ups and downs than my internet connection on a stormy day. And speaking of stormy… Chapters 19, 22, 24, 26, and 43? They're not weather updates, but you'll need a fan.

Huang, in between the romance and drama, has a checklist of all your favorite romance tropes. Brother's Best Friend? Check. Grumpy meets Sunshine? Check. Interracial romance? Yep. Forced to share the last piece of chocolate (or proximity, whatever)? Check. It's like she raided the romance trope store and thought, "I'll take one of each!"

Now, the pacing is great – though there are times when I wished I could yell, "Calm down !" But hey, that's romance novels for you. And if you're scouting for a quote to slap onto an aesthetically pleasing background and post on Instagram, here's a gem: "You don’t have to work overtime to get people to love you, Ava. Love isn’t earned, it’s given." So deep, it's almost at the Earth's core.

The end of the book? Oh boy, let's just say if you don't grip the edge of your seat, you might fall off. It's dramatic, touching, and everything in between.

To wrap up this twisted little package, "Twisted Love" is like that roller coaster you're a little afraid to get on but can't resist the thrill. Sure, it's part of a series, but it stands strong on it's lonesome. Fans of love, drama, and the occasional eye-roll, this one's for you!

Please note that this book is part of a series, but can be read as a stand alone.

Wait a minute boys and girls, check out these trigger warnings first:

Attempted murder

Blood

Child abuse

Death

Stalking

Violence

Romance Tropes, you ask ?

Brother's best friend

Grumpy/Sunshine

Forced proximity

Only one bed

Hates everyone but her

Touch her and you die

Who do we meet in this book ?

Alex Volkov

Ana Chen

What to read next:

The Ex Talk by Rachel Lynn Solomon

Fix Her Up (Hot And Hammered #1) by Tessa Bailey

To Love Jason Thorn (The Love and Hate Duology #1) by Ella Maise

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ignyxdaughter · 2 years ago

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𝐗𝐕𝐈 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂

(𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚��𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 /𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐨𝐯𝐚 𝐱 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧)

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A/N: Hey, everyone! How are you? I'm so sorry for the delay of this chapter, but it was really hard to write it. Everytime I thought it was ready, I decided to add more scenes and details on the narrative. What I planned to be a 3k chapter, ended up being an almost 7k. But enough of waiting now! I hope you enjoy it and have a great 2023💕 Also, I searched about those Russian traditions about flowers on internet. So if there's any mistakes, please, feel free to correct me!

summary: Nick and Hope have an argument about Katherine. Agatha and Gelya have a talk. In the meantime, Kirigan receives the news that Malyen Oretsev was found unconscious on the woods.

words: 6680

warnings: explicit violence, blood, death, a brief mention of self harm and a subtle spoiler of “Ruin and Rising”

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Nick started to suspect that something was wrong when Katherine had gone straight to her room with a scowl on her face and Hope arrived not so much better, not greeting anyone and ordering a drink in the bar. The hybrid stares at his cousin Levi by his side, but the man is already on Katherine's heels to know why she seems so distressed.

He gazes at the counter again, where the redhead is gripping the cup she was handed so strongly that her knuckles are white. Hope has such behavior when she is on the wrong side in a situation. She stays quiet in her place, bittering by herself about what happened and wondering if what she did was a good thing for her but bad for others.

Hope took Kat away from the General. His head is invaded with Levi's voice. Hurted Alina to get him out of the room and then kidnapped Kat.

Anything else? He replies telepathically.

All I know is that they argued a lot. Kat's crying as much as when Samson chose that light singer over her.

Nick takes a deep breath to not break something in the tavern. Samson was Katherine's worst lover, a fire singer who used to look with disdain at her shadows and pretend to accept her the way she was, but as soon as he met a light singer named Alys, he fled into her arms, who knew very well that he was committed to Katherine at that moment. Worst of all, his cousin and Alys were extremely close at the time, which caused Katherine to be betrayed by both sides: love and friendship.

It took almost a decade for her to stop grieving and blaming herself for that horrible situation, but once Katherine decided to recover fully, nobody could stop her. Many years later, when she learned to love herself more and loathe Samson and Alys, the two came after her for forgiveness. Unfortunately for them, it was too late; the answer to their wish was harsh insults that probably scarred them forever and a guilt that will accompany them to their grave. The shadow singer still receives a few letters asking for a second chance, but sets fire to it as soon as she sees Samson or Alys as recipients, not even bothering to open it.

So if Katherine is crying as much as she did when this betrayal happened, then there's only one answer: Hope triggered her insecurities about herself. The tears on her face right now are due to thoughts of not being worthy for someone and, therefore, never finding true love.

With clenched teeth, the hybrid immediately goes to the counter where the redhead is. He needs to discover what she said to be able to disprove any lie that Katherine's mind is telling herself. "What did you do?" She only takes a sip of the drink without looking at him. "Hope, what the fuck did you do?!"

"The right thing."

"And is that 'right thing' actually right? Because Kat is upstairs crying on Levi's lap!"

"I was protecting her."

He sits by her side, holding the urge to slap her. "Doesn't seem so."

"Kirigan's not good for her."

"That's not on you to decide, Hope!" Nick indignantly hits the wooden counter. "Especially when you are far from her to know what the hell's the effect he has on her!"

The tribid finally looks at him, her blue eyes full of rage. "And what the hell's the effect he has on her, Nick?!"

"A single one will shut you up: her shadows are silent towards him."

"Of course they are! He's a Shadow Summoner, you idiot!"

"No, Hope. They're silent in the same way they were towards uncle Elijah." Her mouth opens slightly in shock, her heart clenching at the meaning of this. "Do you remember what my mother said about that quietness? They only do it with someone they trust to keep Kat safe and happy forever, who will never give up on her or cause her sorrow!"

"No." Hope shakes her head in denial. "They're wrong."

"No, you are wrong!" He yells, ready to explode in fury. "We both know very well that there's no one more reliable in keeping Kat safe than her shadows. They have always had her back, since long before uncle Elijah met and adopted her! They were the ones who protected her from her parent's punches, who assured her that she wasn't the aberration her sisters talked about, who helped her survive on the streets when she ran away from home!" The hybrid lets out a tired sigh. "Why do you think they didn't warn her about uncle Elijah on the day they'd met? Because Kat would run and thus wouldn't be safe nor have a better life!"

"So you think they are doing the same with Kirigan? Wanting to show her that he's the key for a great life."

"I don't think that. I know that!"

She scoffs, unbelieving her cousin's opinion. "He'll break her heart."

"No, he won't. If her shadows trust him, then so do I." He adds when she opens her mouth to reply. "You haven't seen her, Hope. Every time she comes back after being with him, she's with a shy smile on her face or in a silent trance to find out what she feels. That happens every single time, no matter if they talked or only looked at each other."

"It might be because he's a living amplifier. Have you ever thought of that, Nick? He naturally attracts her in the same way as others!"

"He attracts Grishas, Hope! Amplifiers don't work in witches or in any other supernatural." He grunts, annoyed by his cousin and sick of arguing. "You know what? I'm tired of this shit. Tell me right now what you said to her."

The redhead finishes her drink and stands up to leave the tavern. "Forget it, Nick."

He immediately grabs her arm strongly, a silent order for her to sit down again. Although Hope's more powerful than him, Nick's able to fight her well, since he is a hybrid. Moreover, he's the one who naturally acts more like a leader, which made him leader of the Crescent Wolf Pack centuries ago, and is seen as a trustable and honorable figure in the entire New Orleans. That virtue of him helps him to build alliances all over the world, and Hope doesn't doubt he's already made some on Ravka.

A fight with Nick in this territory would be suicide. She would win, of course, but would shatter Ravkan Supernatural Community's trust in the Mikaelsons, something they need to recover all of Agatha's memories and not get caught by the Oprichnik.

"Did you say that she's only a pawn to him? That he prefers Alina?" Impatient, the hybrid hits the wooden counter. "Tell me, Hope!"

"He wants her power, not her! He will use her!" She yells at him, not caring if the entire tavern is looking at them.

Nick swears for a moment that he will transform into his wolf form due to rage. "Are you fucking deaf?! What part of 'her shadows trust him' didn't you listen to?!"

"He chose Alina over her! When she screamed, he ran to her instead of staying with Kat!"

"Was Kat hurt too?"

"What? No! I was careful with the spell."

"Then that's why he ran to Alina! I doubt he would ever leave the room if Kat was the one in pain." He pauses, realizing that this may be the reason why the shadow singer is upset and in tears right now. "You said that to her, didn't you? That he saved Alina over her."

Hope's face pales after noticing that she's just admitted what she did.

"I-I can't believe you've done that." Nick takes a deep breath, all the anger replaced by the sudden feeling of disappointment. "You know more than anybody else of her insecurities towards some light singers, of how she sometimes forgets her own value and doesn't think she's worthy."

Many who know Katherine think that her worst enemy is her biological family, some light singers or witch hunters, or even the Strix. However, only the Mikaelsons know that it's none of those, but her darkest side: the one that distorts events and makes her distrust herself, compares her to others, feels inferior and always thinks that she doesn't deserve an achievement. The shadow singer fights daily against this opponent, the thin white lines on her forearms that she did to herself are eternal reminders of that, and the fact that she didn't give in to this nemesis is why she's still alive.

Katherine's worst enemy is her own mind. If you know that and use it in your favor, you have the chance to wreck her entirely, as she's the one who will do the job of breaking herself even more.

Hope is sure she can feel her own heart shattering in pieces, for she now realizes that, in the heat of the argument, she took advantage of her cousin's dark mind just to hurt her. That's why Nick is so mad at her; he wouldn't be furious if separating the shadow singer from The Darkling or hurting Alina were the only problems. Loyalty was always crutial for him, the essence of every relation, and to know that someone of the family hurted another member without any plausible reason is pure betrayal.

Hope doubts now that Nick will ever leave her alone with Katherine again. Actually, she suspects that he might be thinking of an attempt to communicate with Katherine's shadows in order of her protection towards the tribid.

For a short moment, the redhead's blue eyes stare into the hybrid's browns. She starts running towards her cousin's room shortly thereafter, but Nick also has enhanced speed for being half werewolf and thus was able to catch up with her before she reached the door in the hall. With a clenched jaw, he opens his mouth to speak, however, is interrupted by a door slam. The two immediately look at the sound's direction, only to find Levi staring at them with a stern face.

"She wants to be alone now."

Hope pushes the hybrid to the side, trying to get closer to the bedroom. "I want to talk to her."

"Tomorrow."

"Levi, you don't understand! I need to apo—"

"You can do it tomorrow." His steady voice cuts her off like a sword. "It'll be better to have you two rested and cooled off from the argument."

The redhead analyzes him from the top to the bottom, wondering how she will make him move out of the door.

"Don't even think of that, Hope." Levi warns her. "Even if you get through me, you'll still have to pass through her shadows to get to her. And you know how they're protective over Kat."

Finally, she sighs in redemption. "I'll be here in the morning."

The tribid went straight to her room as soon as she arrived at the Little Palace, not talking to anyone and not going to dinner. Although she didn't have any sleep, she wrote a letter of the regret she felt about her harsh words in that argument. She even rehearsed in the mirror how she would act on every reaction Katherine might have in tomorrow's conversation.

The sun was beginning to rise when Hope left to go to Praecantrix, since she was anxious to redeem herself and beg her cousin for forgiveness. However, Katherine was nowhere in that tavern and no one there even knew that she had left at dawn.

Hope closes her eyes as she leans on the hallway's wall, concern making her stomach twist. Since they were young, the shadow singer has the habit of leaving at late hours to fulfill a plan, as the night is the time when darkness is stronger and therefore will protect her more. Usually these plans summarize on a kill that will just be discovered in the morning or days later.

"You better not get caught, Kat." And I really hope you're not killing the Sun Summoner now.

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Snowflakes fall slowly at dawn, taking time to disguise itselves with the glowing snow on the ground. Behind a large tree, Katherine can hear Malyen Oretsev's heavy breathing, probably trying to keep himself warm in the cold. With closed eyes, she tries to listen to someone accompanying him, but soon, after none of her shadows sense another presence, she comes to the conclusion that he is alone.

His friends died. Ikatris murmurs to her. Killed by Fjerdans.

"That will make things easier then." She bitterly whispers to him.

The tracker senses the witch's presence as soon as she emerges from her hiding place, his senses immediately showing him where she is. He stands up without hesitation, a knife in his hand and a loaded pistol in his belt, because somehow his intuition — which never fails — tells him that this woman is a threat. Even with just the weak light of a lantern he can see the fury in her light green eyes, a deep hatred that seems to corrode her soul. For a moment, the famous saying of "death stare" comes to his mind. He never believed it, and thought that if he ever saw one, it would surely be his own in a mirror after meeting The Darkling, the man who ripped the love of his life from his arms because she discovered her power.

"Have you found the stag?"

"You Grisha are so arrogant." He sneers, indignant at being treated like a servant. In the past he thought this would be temporary, but now he knows it will never end, especially since he's in the First Army and has to compete for recognition every day with Grisha.

"First I was mistaken as a mortal, and now I'm being mistaken as a Grisha." She snorts. "Ravkans level of ignorance is unbelievable."

"You're not Grisha?" Mal chuckles, thinking she is playing him, but stops as soon as he sees that her death stare increased — if that was even possible.

"I'm much worse than a Grisha, Malyen Oretsev." Her voice is stern, all said in an eerie calm while being still in her place.

"What are you? Who are you?"

"I'm a servant, just like you. Though you serve a repugnant pig that you call a tsar, and I serve nature."

"Nature?"

"Every witch is a servant of nature, Mr. Oretsev."

The tracker remembers the numerous times when he and Alina used to read books of myths in Keramzin, enjoying the legends of vampires, werewolves and faes. They were good though scary. However, the most frightening of them were the ones about witches, which made them fear for their lives and hug each other till they fell asleep. Witches were in all of these stories as a person that would curse someone if they didn't follow their desire.

His intuition was right: this woman is a powerful threat.

"You see, nature balances all kinds of magic so that life in the world works correctly. But that balance is fragile: it can break with a simple spell to revive the dead or with an amplifier that allows a species not born with magic to produce it—", an eerie smile forms at the corner of his lips "like the antlers of the mightiest stag in Ravka."

Nervousness starts to churn his stomach as she slowly approaches him and continues talking. "The Darkling wants the Sun Summoner to produce magic in order to dissolve the Unsea. Oh, Mr. Oretsev, I've seen countless times the consequences of a magical imbalance, and in all of them they were much worse than the action that made it, because nature always finds a grotesque way to recover that balance, and it's always immediate."

His heart sinks at the thought of Alina suffering such a violent consequence as the woman said. "Alina."

"She'll be the first one to die when the Fold is dissolved — a painful death, if I may opine on it. Honestly, I would love to see a lightscum have such fate—"

Mal clenches his jaw at the realization that the witch is a threat not only to him, but to Alina. "If you come near her, I will—"

"But I don't want to see my people suffering because of an action that she'll do." Katherine blatantly ignores him. "So I thought of how I can avoid that to happen, and the answer is pretty simple."

Hold him. She telepathically orders her shadows.

In a blink of an eye, he's knocked down in the snow, the pistol in his pocket soon thrown away and the knife he was holding is now in her hands. However, Mal notices that it isn't her who's restraining his limbs to keep him on the floor. "What the fuck are you doing to me?!"

Please tell me you're going to rip his heart out! Katherine hears Umbra's excited voice.

No, Umbra. She replies. He doesn't deserve such effort.

Can you at least make it quick? Ikatris asked. I rather not hold him for so long.

Don't worry. I won't torture him.

"The stag must be exactly wherever it is without you on its tracks, who's only doing it to be able to see your lover." The shadow singer touches his cold face. "I know that you haven't found it yet, Mr. Oretsev. I read your mind while you implied I was an arrogant Grisha."

"You fucking bitch!"

"Don't be like that, Mr. Oretsev." She increases the grip on his face in an attempt to control her rage. "Your lightscum may even reunite with you soon depending on my patience. You know, she has that extraordinary ability to easily piss me off."

An uncontrollable hatred makes Mal resist whatever that is pinning him to the ground. He fights with all his strength to break free and kill this soulless woman so that she never lays a finger on Alina. The person he loathes the most is no longer The Darkling, but this witch who he doesn't even know the name of.

For the first time in life, he makes a death stare, though unfortunately wasn't able to see it for himself.

The last thing he feels is her icy hands on his face breaking his neck. At the instant he hears the cringing sound of his bone fracturing, everything is dark. He doesn't feel Katherine stabbing his heart thrice with his own knife, nor does he see her pummeling his corpse as frustrated tears stream down her cheeks at the thought that she is once again second to someone with the power of light.

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Kirigan spent the night reading about The Handler, who's described as a maniacal person who makes unbreakable contracts that must be signed by their client's own blood. No one knows if they are a woman or a man, but it's certain that they are a witch or witcher, since they make wishes come true in exchange for something, especially, for a favor. The book also says that everyone who does a deal with this mad person is casted with a sigil spell which forbid them to say The Handler's true name or genre.

If you ever dare to irritate The Handler or attempt to deceive them, be prepared for true suffering. None who did these came back alive or sane.

The Darkling has just finished rereading the chapter for the third time when a paper was dragged to the top of the page, preventing him from reading the same words again.

You will regret it if you try to play her. She always wins a game.

He looks up to face the smiley shadow in front of him. Cheshire. That is his name. "It wasn't my intention to play her." At least not after I truly met her.

The dark figure writes something on the paper. You want her.

Kirigan takes a deep breath to keep himself calm. "I don't—"

Yes, you do. But to gain her, you have to understand her.

"Understand her?"

Listen to her, and then act.

He frowns. "What in the actual hell do you mean by that?!"

Cheshire's smile increases. You'll see.

He opens his mouth to answer it, but the creature flies to his desk's shadow, entering it without any noise or leaving a trace. The Darkling immediately stands up to search for the dark figure, but is interrupted with a knock on his door. Clearly annoyed, he recomposes himself before allowing whoever wants to talk to — and irritate — him.

"Moi soverenyi." Fedyor bows as soon as he enters. "The First Army General sent an urgent alert for you." He rolls his eyes, already impatient with whatever is going to be said. "A group of soldiers found in the woods the stag's tracker unconscious."

Kirigan freezes in his place, feeling one of his most important plans in life escaping through his fingers. "What?"

The Heartrender gives him a letter. "The messenger said that he was found early in the morning and was taken to the closest camp. The otkazat'sya General implied that your presence would be completely significant there."

"Fetch my carriage. You and Ivan are going with me." He looks at his desk in search of the stag's hunt reports. "And Fedyor."

The Corporalki turns to him. "Yes, moi soverenyi?"

"Don't tell anyone about that."

"You have my word, moi soverenyi." He bows before leaving to accomplish the Shadow Summoner orders.

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"You didn't do well in practice today."

Agatha looks up with a scowl on her face only to find Zoya Nazyalensky by her side. "You took some punches. I thought you were good enough to not be beaten."

"It hasn't been a good day."

"Why? Because of your horrible performance or because Baghra hit you again with that stick? Though this woman really can piss anyone off." She murmurs the last sentence to herself.

The hybrid turns her focus back to the untouchable meal at the table, not wanting to interact with someone in the moment. She's more worried about yesterday's events, of how Angelina got frightened by seeing what Hope did to Alina.

"It is rude to ignore others, Agatha. That's my personality, not yours."

"You don't know me." She whispers.

"But I know why you're so sullen today. Gelya really isn't one to avoid others." Agatha turns to the Squaller so quickly that it makes her neck ache. "Though you don't need to worry. I know how to help you."

A twinge of hope invaded her heart. "You do?"

"Her favorites are chrysanthemums." She pauses for a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face, then turns to the air singer with urgence. "Choose whichever you find, but forget the yellow ones."

The hybrid frowns, confused. "Why?"

"Yellow flowers mean sorrow. If you go to her with one of these, she'll think you probably did something unforgivable or that someone died."

"Well, at least you warned me about that. My favorites are sunflowers, so—"

"And make sure to pick an odd number of flowers. Even numbers are for funerals." Agatha's jaw drops in more shock than before, and an amusement smirk appears on Zoya's lips, who's definitely enjoying the woman's reaction towards her culture. "Just follow what I said and go pick up the flowers, Agatha."

The air singer shakes her head, ending any reverie she was having, and stands up to head towards the garden. "On my way to do it." When she gets to the dining hall's door, she turns around and says: "Thank you, Zoya!"

"You're lucky I like you." The Grisha mumbles a sincere answer to herself, her blue eyes still on the room's entrance when Agatha leaves.

Agatha started her search for chrysanthemums as soon as she arrived at the garden, carefully choosing the best looking flowers to give to Angelina. It took almost half an hour until she was satisfied with the bouquet of white and pink chrysanthemums, all of the nine beautiful flowers with no indication that they would wither soon. After being satisfied with her job, she goes to the infirmary, praying to all the Ancestors that the Healer is there. The only place Gelya spends her time other than the infirmary is the Corporalki's secret chambers, where Agatha knows she won't be able to enter because that's not her Grisha order — though, for being Supernatural, she's not part of any of the three orders.

The hybrid takes a deep breath before entering the infirmary, anxiety reigning all over her body when Angelina's hazel eyes meet her brown ones. "Hey."

The Healer analyzes the room to be sure if there's anybody else with them before replying. After concluding that they were alone, she greets the woman in front of her. "Hi."

"I brought this to you." Agatha hands her the bouquet. "I picked them up myself."

Gelya slowly approaches her, a genuine smile forming into her mouth as she realizes that it's her favorite flower. "Chrysanthemums!"

"The wind told me they're your favorites."

She gently grips the bouquet of pink and white chrysanthemums and lets out a satisfied moan after breathing their aroma. "This wind of yours is very wise." Agatha chuckles, some of the tension released off her shoulders with the relief that Gelya is still willing to have a conversation with her. "Thank you. They're beautiful."

"Well, you know what they say: beautiful flowers are meant to have a beautiful owner."

The Grisha laughs while shaking her head in disbelief. "Who says that?"

"Me." She smirks. "I'm a first rate romantic with lots of experience." Though now I don't remember much of these experiences.

Angelina couldn't hold back another laugh. "You clearly seem to be."

"I appreciate your faith in me." The hybrid bites the inside of her cheek before revealing the main reason for coming to the infirmary, her stomach churning in nervousness. "I came here to apologize for what you saw."

"Agatha—"

"No, let me finish, please." She lets out a tired sigh, not ready to hear what the woman has to say. The Healer obeys, staring at the bouquet as a distraction, since she doesn't expect much from the words to come. "For now I don't know who I am, but I have an idea. And that idea might scare you. With good reason, of course, because if I were young and didn't have magic, like you, I'd be frightened too. From the memories I have, I've come to some conclusions about my power, my virtues, and the life I used to live before— you know." She hits her own head to symbolize the memory loss.

"The remembrances of my childhood take place in old settings, and one of the settings that most impressed me is the start of a witch hunt. My cousins and I couldn't have been even twenty when the chaos started in that town. I remember my uncles running to get our things and my mom taking us back to New Orleans with a spell. But before that town disappeared, I saw through the window two people being hanged from a tree. They were convicted of witchcraft, and if we stayed, it would be my family and I who would've a noose around our necks."

Agatha takes a shaking breath, the pain of having already been hunted for being Supernatural poking at her heart. "I'm telling you that because I suspect this memory is from the Salem Witch Trials, which happened centuries ago." The tear she was holding back trickles down her face. "I am old, Gelya... and a hybrid. Half werewolf and half air singer witch. My whole family is Supernatural, they taught me how to survive. I already killed and tortured and, honestly, I think I like that because I don't mind hurting some people." She closes her eyes to not see Angelina's reaction, dreading the fear that must be in her face. "The spell Hope casted in Alina yesterday hurt due to the blood vessels bursting inside her head; it's discreet yet daring. My guess is that my mom taught us this spell when we were young in order for us to know how to protect ourselves without getting caught."

"Agatha—"

"I'm so sorry that you saw that. Magic can be beautiful, it really can, but most of the time it's dangerous. You don't need to forgive me, Gelya, but trust me when I say that you're too pure for this world. And I'm a heathen, a savage to many people."

The Healer's eyes widened even more after hearing the last sentence. "What? No!"

"Yes, I am, Gelya." Agatha opens her wet eyes to finally face her, the pain in her chest still present. "For being a Grisha, you only have small science, which isn't considered that abnormal. On the other hand, I have magic and for that I'm considered a freak. It's easier for them to hunt a Supernatural than a Grisha, so you're safer without me."

Angelina shakes her head vehemently in denial. "Ravka's more acceptable. We can—"

"Ravka's acceptable for you, Gelya. Supernaturals are myths here, and I know they'd rather continue to be treated like that than bow down to mortals, who have persecuted them for so long."

"We can fix that. You can still be here, in Ravka, and feel acceptable."

It was the air singer's turn to shake her head, not accepting the subtle idea of pretending to be someone she isn't. "I don't want to pretend that I'm a Grisha."

"Then we change the world!" She puts the bouquet away to grip Agatha's face, consequently forcing the woman to stare straight into her eyes. "I saw the way the General and your cousin looked at each other, it's the same as how I look at you. They're like us: a Grisha and a Supernatural, a Ravkan and an American."

"Kat's British."

"If they show their union in public, then we can show ours." She blatantly ignores her correction. "No tsar's guard will be able to stop us because he has to be an idiot to want to clash with the General."

"The tsar is an idiot, Gelya. He'll clearly try to threaten Kirigan."

"Then we'll be on the General's side! The winning side, which has a leader that knows what it feels like to be hunted and knows that the Supernatural aren't freaks." Angelina's lips slightly brush against Agatha's, her warm breath hitting the dark skin when she murmurs: "That you aren't a freak."

The hybrid inspires deeply in an attempt to ease the shivers that are running through her spine. "I know, but some people don't."

"Then fuck them."

Agatha's smile reaches her eyes when she leans down to kiss the Healer, who happily retributes it. Her arms swing to Angelina's waist, while the other's hands leave the air singer's face to wrap them around her neck. Both of them feel all the tension and nervousness leaving their body, the only sensations being their heart beating loudly against their chests and the butterflies flying inside their stomach.

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By the end of the ride to the First Army's camp, Kirigan concluded that Katherine's the current ruler inside his head, since she didn't let go of his thoughts for not even a second. Who took her from him? Is she alright? How can he find her again? Does she feel the same as him?

No. The last question is just paranoia. Of course she feels the same need to be close to him, the same emotions he feels for her. After all, she's his true equal, for Saints' sake!

After the horses are untied from the carriage to be fed, the First Army general's most loyal lieutenant greets The Darkling and the two Heartrenders. The Shadow Summoner didn't know much about the tracker's state, yet wished he was alright for him to continue with the stag's hunt as soon as possible. This is one of the last steps for his plan to be fully realized. He has Alina on a string, and not only is she ignoring Baghra's complaints about her having an amplifier, but is excited about getting one so she can dissolve the Fold. Kirigan isn't a fool either, he knows how to hide his true intentions from everyone and, therefore, the entire Ravkan court and Second Army are faithfully by his side, thinking he is fighting to end the Unsea. However, as Katherine said, there's only one community that loathes him for this "good cause": the Supernatural.

Saints, he cannot imagine the chaos that would break out in the country if the Shadow Fold was ended! The Supernaturals are even more persecuted than the Grisha, which leads to two possibilities: either they would flee Ravka, or they would revolt after so much oppression, since the Unsea it's what most protects them from hunters. The latter idea is what dreads him the most, since these people have merzost. If they decided to fight for respect in towns, it would be a matter of hours before they defeated the First and Second Army entirely. Fortunately for Ravka, the General won't dissolve the Fold, and due to that, there won't be any sort of upheaval from this community; witches, werewolves, vampires and faes, even though hidden, might be content for still being safe enough compared to the period before the Unsea's creation.

"He got here unharmed, but the blood-soaked shirt is an odd factor." Kirigan shakes his head to look at the soldier leading them to the infirmary tent. "We analyzed the area and there was no evidence of anyone who could have injured him, however, he insists that he was held down by someone until his neck was broken." The man couldn't hold back the mockery laugh, definitely thinking that Mal became insane for saying such stupid things. "He said it was a witch! Can you believe that, moi soverenyi?"

The Darkling had to contain a surprised expression, for a moment hoping that the tracker remembered the witch. If he did, Kirigan could manage to capture them and finally see with his own eyes that Katherine was right: there are Supernaturals in Ravka, and they despise him for having the idea of getting the Shadow Fold dissolved.

The General heads straight to Malyen Oretsev's bed while making a silent order to Ivan and Fedyor dismiss everyone from the infirmary. The otkazat'sya looked at him in disgust, probably grudging that Alina was now a Grisha and lives in the Little Palace.

He smirks by knowing that even if this tracker wanted to hurt him, he would fail miserably by attempting it. "Mr. Oretsev. What a pleasure to finally meet you in person." Mal only stares at him in silence, hating to have to hear The Darkling's voice. "The soldiers told me about what happened."

"So why are you here? Because I doubt that it's to check on my well-being."

Kirigan holds the urge to make the Cut on him. "You claim to have been held until a witch broke your neck."

"This happened."

"I'm here to assure the stag hunt. After all, you are the best tracker in the First Army and—"

"I've lost it."

For an instant, the Grisha's leader forgot everything that he would say to the otkazat'sya. Instead of continuing his speech, he deeply gazes at the man on the bed. "What?"

"My ability to track."

"Pardon?!"

"Before, I could feel things, get a sense of where to start no matter where I was. My intuition used to guide me to the place, it was like a gift. But now it's gone. I don't feel the stag's location anymore. Even if you put me back where I was, I won't know how to continue with the hunt."

"This intuition. Why do you think that it's gone forever?"

"Because she fucking killed me!" Mal yells, feeling his blood starting to boil just by remembering that fucking witch. "She broke my neck! And I'm fucking sure that she stabbed me!"

"They said that you had no wounds."

"But my shirt was fucking wet with blood. My blood! I'm not mad or— or insane! I know what I saw! I can still feel her hands on my face and— and a pain on the side of my neck where she fucking twisted!" She. A woman did this.

The General clenches his jaw at the thought of someone messing with his plans, plans that he was so close to achieving. He's going to kill this person for taking away Mr. Oretsev's gift of tracking, for ending his chances to get the stag. He doesn't care anymore that the Supernatural's hatred towards him will increase if he kills that witch; she will pay for this. The only thing he has to be careful while murdering her is for Katherine not to find out. She might truly do worse to him if she discovers that he ended someone of her kind.

"What happened there, Mr. Oretsev? Who is this woman?"

"I don't know! I've never seen her in my life." He takes a shaking breath in an attempt to calm down. "She appeared out of nowhere asking me about the stag and then told me some shit about nature balance." Definitely a witch. Kirigan thought while wondering if all witches care about nature balance, since Katherine already told him about it. "She was with that death stare on her face, ready to kill me. And fucking succeeded."

"What was her appearance?"

"I only focused on her eyes back then... Light green. But she was brunette too... And white."

The air in his lungs stops after hearing the woman's description. A brunette witch with light green eyes and white skin who explained about nature's magical balance. That is literally Katherine.

He doesn't know how long he was frozen in place as he imagined his equal committing murder. He just knows he snapped out of his reverie when he saw a piece of paper exiting from the shadow of Mal's bed, the same way Cheshire had walked into the shadow of his desk earlier today. The Darkling crouches down to pick up the paper, amazed to see the scrawled handwriting he's known for exactly one night.

West border of the Fold. The first one without guard.

The General immediately starts to walk away. "Have him track things around the camp so we can try to retrieve that intuition of his."

"Yes, moi soverenyi." Ivan says while staring at otkazat'sya. On the other side, Fedyor curiously follows the leader to the tent's entrance. "Where are you going?"

"Doesn't matter."

Kirigan mounts his black stallion and starts riding as fast as possible to the west of the Unsea, urging to quickly find the part with no one guarding the Fold. For some reason Katherine must be there, and he needs to interrogate her about Malyen Oretsev, demand the reason she did this. From what it seems, she didn't even know the tracker until then! So why kill him?

He stops his horse at the moment he sees a thin figure sitting with its back to him, silently facing the Fold. The Darkling descends from his stallion panting and in need of a rest, but that is no greater need than knowing the truth. Slowly he approaches the person, a shiver runs down his spine as he notices the dried blood on the woman's hands dissolving on the white snow.

"Katherine?"

"I was so blind." Her voice is void, the tone of someone lost in their own thoughts. "Thank the Ancestors that they opened my eyes!"

He frowns, confused. "Blind about what? Who opened your eyes?"

"The shadows."

The General can feel all of his patience leaving every inch of his body. He's tired of questions without any explanations. He wants answers, damn it! "About what?!"

He swears that he stopped breathing for a moment when she finally turned to him. She's a mess. With red puffy eyes and dried tears on her cheeks; her dark brown hair, completely tousled; her gown, stained with blood; an expression of pure shock on her face as she stares at him. "About you being the Black Heretic."

The Grisha glares at the witch with clenched fists, the only thing stopping him from attacking her is the fact that she's his equal. She discovered his deepest secret, the one that made him fake his death several times and return to the Little Palace with fake names and the lie that he is only a descendant of the Black Heretic. How did Katherine find out about this through shadows? He doesn't see any papers lying in the snow or in her hands, after all.

But alright. If Katherine wants to play this game, then he will play it.

"It's quite ironic how you accuse me for being someone as horrible as people describe, when you are the same as me. Am I right, The Handler?" He looks down at her pale hands stained in a scarlet liquid "Or should I say the murderer of my tracker?"

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A/N: English is not my first language. I’m gonna mix the books and the tv show to make the story line clearer (I read soc, the grisha trilogy and its tales). I don’t own Shadow and Bone and TO/Legacies characters; they’re, respectively, Leigh Bardugo, L. J. Smith and Julie Plec. Also, this is how I think the Darkling is,and some of the events will be changed due to the story's course!

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HAD ME @ HELLO! — chapter one, cotton candy & mystery girls 📝

WARNINGS. language

NOTE. ignore the timestamps.

Stella shoves another pinch of cotton candy in her mouth, before offering the stick of cotton candy to mark that was sitting on her left. Mark looks away from the lit up stage and smiles thankfully at her and grabs a pinch of the candy before he looks back at the stage, a look of concentration in his eyes as he waits for the next group to go on stage.

Stella lets out a small yawn before resting her head on souls' shoulder and closing her eyes. The flashing lights and the excited screams from the people in the rented arena was not helping with her headache she was feeling from the lack of sleep she had. She really wished she could go back in time and stop herself from playing those 3 extra overwatch matches. Soul doesn't look up from his phone while playing mobile Minecraft, he was used to stella resting her head on his shoulder.

“I feel like we have been here for hours” Wooyoung complained loudly as he reached over soul's lap to steal some of Stella's cotton candy. Stella opens her eyes and gives wooyoung a playful glare as she moves the rest of her cotton candy out of his reach. Wooyoung glares back at her before rolling his eyes and looking to Yeji who was on his other side, thinking of ways to annoy his bestie.

Stella takes a bite of her cotton candy before responding with an annoyed huff. “It's because we have.”

“There's only two more teams left to perform, it's almost over” Jisung informs his complaining friends as he re-reads the program for the dance competition. He had started to get a little nervous when he noticed that he and his friends were receiving a lot of stares, so he decided to distract himself by reading. The atoms dance crew was popular and well known around verse and the internet, but he still wasn't used to the stares. He knew the rest of his teammates were used to it, well besides stella…he's pretty sure she doesn't notice them in general.

“So, who do you guys' think is gonna win?’ Jaemin asks as he leans forward to look at all of them. Jisung opens his mouth to tell him who he thinks will win and why but gets cut off by Stella who answers faster.

“I think &Team is going to win.'' Stella says cheerfully with a smile, elbowing Mark in the side when he lets out a snicker at her response. The moment she had said her answer she regretted it; she knew where this would go. Her friends wouldn't waste the opportunity to tease her.

“You only want them to win because you’re in love with Nicholas” Wooyoung teases her, causing her to choke on air and cover her face in embarrassment when Jeno, Mark and Jaemin start laughing.

“Well now she's in love with someone else” Soul spoke for the first time in like 30 minutes, his eyes still on his screen. Stella slaps souls' shoulder and glances between him and Yeji. Her friends had stopped laughing and were looking at her, surprised that they didn't know this.

“Soul! Not so loud someone could hear you…wait how do you know that” Stella whispers in a confused tone at the end. Yeji and Chae were the only ones who knew about her new crush, okay well technically not new…it's been a few months. But still how the fuck did soul know that.

“Just because I'm on my phone doesn't mean I don't hear when you and Yeji start gossiping” Soul giggles as he looks up from his phone to smile at stella. Stella and Yeji did happen to gossip a few times in front of soul without realizing. Stella nods not knowing what to say, she glances at Yeji who shrugs her shoulders, also not knowing what to say.

“Uh are we going to skip past the fact that Stella is in love with someone else?” Jisung spoke aloud after a few moments of silence between the friends. He was surprised that Stella liked someone else. Stella had the biggest crush on Nicholas for a while, and when Stella liked someone, she really liked them. Before any of her friends could respond to jisung, the lights of the arena start flashing and the announcer starts talking. Perfect timing Stella thinks.

“Shh! The next crew is up” Stella speaks loudly as she shoves the rest of her cotton candy in her mouth. Her eyes squinted at the bright and colorful lights. She was excited to see who was going to go next. Her question was answered as the announcers announced the next crew.

“Next on the stage, Enhypen!”

Heeseung couldn't believe what was happening, he was in shock. Everything felt so surreal, the announcer shouting their dance crew as the winners, the loud screams and cheers from the audience, he just stood there in shock. He was only brought out of his trance when he felt someone hug him, he immediately recognized it was Jake who was hugging him tight by the sound of his dear friends' cheers of happiness.

Heeseungs look of shock turns to a big grin as he hugs Jake back. All around him were flashing lights and screaming fans who were shaking their glow sticks, they stood in the middle of the stage, all the attention on them. But all heeseung could focus on was his teammates, his best friends embracing each other, grins on their faces. They all wanted this so bad, to win this scholarship, to go to verse. And they did that. They won.

They didn't stay on stage for long, after the announcer asked Jungwon to say some words the announcer congratulated them again before Enhypen were ushered off the stage so the announcer can say the closing speech. Heeseung didn't care that their time on the stage was short, he preferred to celebrate with his teammates in private and not under the eyes of so many people.

Heeseung was walking between Jake and Sunoo and watched as Niki and Sunghoon walked in front of them, both of them still hype from their win. Niki was basically jumping up and down in excitement. Behind heeseung was jay and Jungwon, the dance crew walked down the hallway that led them backstage. The only thing heeseung could hear was the excited chatter from his friends, the sound of their shoes against the floor, and the faint sound of the announcer talking.

They stepped into the big and open room, and heeseung let Jake drag him over to the table that had some sweets. Jake was talking excitedly about the assortment of sweets. Heeseung tried to keep up with his hyper friend's words, but he just couldn't seem to catch up, he just nodded along and looked around the room for the rest of his teammates.

Niki and Jay were getting water and Sunoo and Sunghoon were standing in front of a fan to cool off, he didn't see Jungwon with them. Heeseung turned his head to the left towards the other side of the room, where the stairs and the elevator are. Standing by the entrance of the doors was Jungwon and he surprisingly wasn't alone. He was talking to a girl, a very pretty girl to be clear.

They both had a smile on their faces as they talked, the girl even laughing at whatever Jungwon had said. Heeseung found himself being absolutely captivated by her when she smiled again, who is she? Was the question that was repeating in his mind. The other question was, how did Jungwon know her? Heeseung is brought out his thoughts by the sound of Jake's voice.

“Heeseung, did you hear me?” Jake questions him, causing heeseung to look away from the mystery girl and Jungwon and back to jake. Heeseung gives him a small smile “Sorry what was that?”

“I was asking if you wanted anything” Jake asked him again as he motioned to the table of snacks.

“Oh, no I'm okay” Heeseung tells him, Jake nods and gives one more smile to heeseung before walking off to join Niki and Sunoo at the drinks table. Heeseung watched him leave before he felt an itch to turn around and look back at Jungwon and the pretty girl.

Heeseung looked back, but Jungwon was gone and so was she.

dancer! lee heeseung × dancer! female! oc

genre: smau with written chapters, fluff, humor, small bit of angst, college au, dancer au, strangers to lovers, dance crews,

note: okay omg so that was the first chapter! what do you all think about it? I wasn't sure on how much I should write in the written part. but I do believe it's turned out pretty good! this is my first time writing a smau so if you have any suggestions for me to get better at, it would be appreciated!

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kn-1013 · 1 year ago

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Childhood Crushes

Rating: T Ships: Reigen Arataka/Serizawa Katsuya, can be read as platonic or romantic Words: 655 AO3: NormalCaptive

Summary: Reigen and Serizawa talk childhood crushes.

Notes: A Serizawa-focused character study. I kind of wish this one were longer, but oh well. It's more than Terry Pratchett wrote in a single day.

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"So," Reigen said, catching Serizawa's attention. "Who was it for you?"

They were both at a relatively empty and quiet ramen restaurant after a long day's work. Mob wasn't there for work that day, so it was just the two of them. Reigen had something that looked quite fancy and delicious, with extra pieces of pork added to the soup, whereas Serizawa tried to go for something closer to the instant noodles he was so used to eating, something simple.

"What do you mean?" Serizawa said, mouth quite full of noodles.

"Well, everyone has childhood crushes, right?" Reigen said, taking another bite. Serizawa shrugged. "I s'pose so." "Well, when you're some flavor of gay, you often don't know that, and something has to slap you in the face with it for you to get it. At least, that's how it happened for me." Serizawa hummed. "Usually, it's celebrities, too. For me? That American guy, Harrison Ford." Serizawa blinked. "From Indianna Jones?" Reigen nodded. "All those posters of him and the movie covers with his broad chest out in the open, ugh." Reigen snickered. "I don't know how my parents didn't know, like immediately. I had him all over my room."

Serizawa raised a brow. "Poster over the bed?" Reigen nodded solemnly. "Poster over the bed."

Serizawa gave a small chuckle.

"See, I had crushes on mostly female characters, like Lara Croft--" "Tomb Raider." "--Yeah, Tomb Raider. Lara Croft in all her polygonal glory." Serizawa chuckled and took another bite of his food. "But what really changed things for me was Metal Gear Solid 2." "The only thing I know about Metal Gear Solid is that guy is called Solid Snake, for some reason." Reigen laughed. "It's Kojima, he kind of just does that." Serizawa said. "The character's real name is David, but something-something snakes are stealthy." He chuckled.

"But anyway, in Metal Gear Solid 2, there's a character called Vamp who is bisexual. That's what introduced the concept to me. I did more digging wherever I could on the early 2000s internet, learned what the term meant, and, well, that's when things started making sense. And then, for years, I had a crush on him." Serizawa took another bite, reminiscing a bit. "Though, he was a more minor character. I don't think there were any posters with just him on them. Or, if there were, I didn't have them."

"This is why you should've had a gay crush on a popular character, so you could kiss the poster goodnight." Reigen said, very matter-of-fact.

Serizawa almost choked. "Did you-?" Reigen snickered. "You know, I can't say." "Oh my god."

Serizawa pointed his chopsticks loosely toward Reigen. "You're a hot mess, you know that?" Reigen laughed. "Haven't heard that one before!" He said sarcastically.

"At least my guy wasn't a vampire named Vamp, and drinking people like Gogurts!"

"Okay--No, he's not called Vamp because he drinks blood, according to the dialogue, he's a vampire because he's bisexual." Reigen almost spit out his food in confused laughter. "What? How does that make sense!" Serizawa threw his hands up. "I'm just as confused as you are! I don't think anyone actually knows what the hell that line meant."

Right then, Serizawa had realized that for the first time, he had a friend right in front of him. Not online, right there. Someone who was actually interested in what he had to say, who was engaging with him. He cared about his online friends, but he had forgotten what it was like to be around another person. That friends online couldn't alone be a replacement for in-person connection, at least not for him. This was someone who he could reach out and touch, someone real.

Someone whose genuine smile didn't show often, but when it did, it lit up his world. Someone who showed him to be confident, someone who believed in him.

He could get used to this.

#post.#my fics #mp100 #serizawa katsuya #reigen arataka #serirei #serizawa/reigen

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youremyonlyhope · 11 months ago

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The Giggle

Final Fourteen episode*. If I've added an asterisk it means that I correctly interpreted the vague spoiler I saw and am not happy. (Edit: Yep added the asterisk.)

Anyway. I'm just glad this means we'll finally get Gatwa!Doctor. We should have had him already.

Also forgot to put this in the last post. But. Pandemonium, the world ending, people going insane, and a Toymaker. My prediction for the plot of this episode: StarKid's Black Friday.

Sorry, all I can hear is Barney Stinson. I'm sure he did a bad German accent at some point in HIMYM. I like dolls but these puppets are creepy even to me. "Sunnier climes" OH, SO HE'S A RACIST. Hey dude. Tell Baird about the human hair before it blows up. "Imagine if it could talk." No no no. Be careful what you wish for.

Something I forgot to say much much earlier. I don't know how I feel about the intense zoom-in on the TARDIS in the opening sequence. It's almost a Torchwood level of dramatic zoom.

Very carefully not showing us Wilf's face. I wouldn't have wanted Bernard present for all this chaos either though. I'm sorry. UNIT has an Avenger's Tower now? I don't like that. I liked the Tower of London. But I guess Kate wanted to make sure they definitely didn't get shut down again. I was chanting "Slap him, slap him, slap him" as Kate walked up and when she hugged him I said "Aww" in disappointment. Oh Mel! I had been vaguely spoiled of her showing up too. RTD2, I would have preferred an Old Who companion showing up in the 60th special episode that was closest to the actual 60th, but oh well I guess I should be happy we got something Old Who at all since this really was getting close to being a purely RTD focused anniversary. "The pilot declared his right to land wherever he wanted." Greaaat. Sounds like an average day here in 'Murica honestly. "Why should I care about you?" I mean look everything I've ever seen of the Tories tells me that's just what they're like anyway. What is a Vlinx and why is it here and why do we trust it? I don't trust it. Ah. Bad idea to deactivate it for even more than a couple words honestly. So is everyone just prejudiced now? Like the racist toymaker?

TRINITY WELLS!!!!! NO WAY. NO. WAY. THEY GOT MY GIRL TRINITY BACK ON MY TV!?!?!?! THAT'S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE. I LOVE HER. Ohhhh Trinity deserves the big font for that.

I've found the one bit of RTD era nostalgia that instantly gets to me. Have Trinity Wells show up. I guess this is how everyone else has felt the last few episodes. Not even Wilf got that reaction out of me. I literally just SCREAMED "Trinity Wells!" Out loud. I can't even be mad she's spewing stupidity and is "anti-Zeedex" I am just happy to see her. That's my girl.

If nothing else comes from this episode, if I don't care about anything else, I got to see Trinity Wells again. Ok that really made me so happy just now. The Trinity Wells Show. Really showing us it's her. Ahhh I love her. Seriously I'm reacting the way I probably would have reacted if they ever acknowledged Frobisher during Twelve's era. Only Martha showing up could get a bigger reaction out of me right now. Truly that was a cameo aimed at me and only me it feels like. So like the Master's network? "It's not like the old Archangel Network." Ok never mind. Oh so Rose only came out as trans 6 months ago. I WAS GONNA SAY THAT THE CHILDREN'S VOICES WE HEARD BEFORE THE TIME-SKIP WAS MY VOCAL WARMUPS. God I need to write things down when I think of them. NOOO. I THINK I KNEW ABOUT THE FIRST TV VIDEO BEING A PUPPET OR SOMETHING. THIS SOUNDS FAMILIAR. I don't mean to be That Person but the whole human race isn't connected by Internet yet. We still got uncontacted/limited contact tribes and groups all over the place. Hundreds if not thousands of people who have never seen a screen. Oh yeah! They're President of the World!

(I took way too long searching to find that specific gif. But I love that gif so much.)

"120 plus five weeks holiday." "Done." YAS GET THAT MONEY DONNA. Also find Martha to see if she's still freelance or not. "So you talk about no one. Ever." I don't mean to quote Jack Harkness, but not if they're blonde... Doctor. You are. Avoiding. Still so much Thirteen in you. NOPE. LOL at them having to use basically refurbished still images from the lost episodes. BBC, this is only the fault of your own that they're missing. I hope you two have learned from last episode to STAY TOGETHER. Rules of play. Lawless. Hmm. So the Toymaker made everyone act like kids where the world revolves around them and only them? WHAT DID I SAY. STAY. TOGETHER. Oh no he's way too light. That was way too heavy for the Doctor to lift. Who's your mummy? Not an Empty Child reference just me being convinced his mummy is going to be someone. Oh nooooo not the "mama" and the teeth. OH RECAP TIME. Is this because they know a bunch of people skipped Twelve and Thirteen and even Eleven? Oh well. At least some acknowledgement. Still wish it was in the first of the specials but ok. "Oh, well, that's all right then." Ok look Toymaker has got a point for those three "surviving" but dying. Why only reference the Flux and nothing else Thirteen went through? Part of me is upset at no mention of the Fam and Dan, not even at least Yaz since Fourteen would have seen her only days earlier, but Thirteen had a clean track record of companions surviving so it's ok. Ok NPH's using his Barney magic trick skills ok. I see you. What do you mean a jigsaw of the Doctor's history? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT. PLEASE BE A REFERENCE TO THE ORIGINAL OLD WHO EPISODE. DON'T BE A HINT THAT RTD2 IS GOING TO TRY TO RETCON THE TIMELESS CHILD. JUST LET IT BE. I'm sorry the Master is in your WHAT. "The one who waits." Amy? Rory? They both waited. "That's someone else's game." huh. Sorry, all I see is Barney Stinson even in the mannerisms. I was wondering why if they went back in time that things would still be bad in the future. Since if they fixed it in 1925 it wouldn't happen. The Toymaker wouldn't be there. But no wibbly wobbly timey wimey just a different order. They should take the little toy box. Oh good took it. Don't you dare kill of Mel right here while she's watching the box. Don't you dare. I haven't even seen any of her episodes but I swear if you kill her.... WHAT. IS. THE. VLINX. THOUGH. Hey Doctor, at least tell Kate what you're up against. I was about to say that NPH was pretty perfect casting for a role like this, then the Toymaker threw Kate into a wall and too I'm mad now. DON'T HURT MEL TOO. Oh no. Kateeee I love you I do but listen to him ok? NOW you tell her about the Toymaker. Maybe some warning next time? Eh. He can shoot it. I didn't like this new UNIT building anyway. This is very Christmas Invasion. [thud] [glass shattering] OK that was dark. Wait celestials were a thing in Do You Hear Me? right? "And yet, I have fallen in love with humanity." Really hitting the nail on the "just like the Doctor" head here. OH. WOW. OOOOOOOOOOH. Next Doctor. Oooooooooooh. "It doesn't matter who. Because every single one of you is fantastic" RTD2 that better be a purposeful Nine reference though I know it's not. Don't you dare say "I don't want to go." for the third time. "Allons-y." Ok I'll accept that.

NO. NOT AGAIN. WE ARE NOT DOING ANOTHER TEN REGENERATION FAKE OUT. NO.

"What?" No. Nope. The spoiler came true and I am not happy about it. Time to add that asterisk. No. Is he not even wearing pants? Oh but I love Gatwa as the Doctor already so much. He's here. Oh Fifteen (fine I will say the number. I think this is the first time) gets to keep the tie. I meant to say I liked the grey knit tie earlier like 2 episodes ago. And the shoes. Oh and Ten's in an undershirt, I thought the shirt multiplied somehow just to not leave Fifteen totally naked. "Someone tell me what the hell is going on here?" I am so happy to see you. Why must your first scene involve you not wearing pants though? The disrespect. "I think you're beautiful." "Do you come in a range of colors?" "Yes." I... do not know how I feel about that line. I really don't like that Fifteen has to LITERALLY share his start with Fourteen. I was saying it when Gatwa was first announced as Fourteen and then not Fourteen because then Tennant got announced. And now it's literally happening. They're sharing the lines, the scene, 1 of 3 specials. Really more like half a special if we're being generous. I really wish we had just not done this Tenthree thing at all. See even Fourteen got to say "I'm the Doctor" first while Fifteen said "And I'm the Doctor." like. Come on. At least let Fifteen have that first line. HEY. THE CAPTIONS SAY [TENTH DOCTOR] NOT FOURTEENTH. SO WHICH IS IT. WHAT IS THE TRUTH. DOES THIS NOT COUNT?

Ok seriously. Give the man some pants. Like come on.

Eeek did he have too many teeth? He looked like he had too many teeth. Flat, 2D, like Flatline? "My legions are coming." Ok and that means... Oooh I did not like that the laugh's arpeggio didn't resolve. "And bind it in salt." SO. IS THIS SALT THING. REALLY A THING NOW? REALLY? Or is it just because the Doctor mentioned the whole salt thing being the leak that let the Toymaker in? And what about mavity? There's 15 minutes. The ball fell but did it hit the ground yet? Gravity? Maybe the game didn't end? The Doctor kissed themself. Not in the way the Master did but still.

Give him some pants please.

NO. NO. NOT ANOTHER LADY WITH RED NAILS PICKING UP SOMETHING THAT HAS THE MASTER INSIDE IT. NO. SERIOUSLY RTD WHY ARE WE DOING THINGS OVER? Unless it's Dhawan!Master. Then I will accept that. I will gladly have Dhawan!Master back. BUT OTHERWISE NO. I REFUSE. Why is Fourteen explaining this to Fifteen, he should remember it since he's him. Like come on. "This is great. I think. Is it?" That was a Thirteenism right there. "One thing you need in this place is a chair." see that's the Doctor channeling Bill judging Twelve not having chairs close enough to the console. "Adric." "Adric." ADRICCCCCC. Seriously that hurts me and like I said I haven't even watched that part of Old Who. God. Stop bringing up Rose come on. OH WAIT. WAIT.

WAIT.

"I loved her. And Rose." OH MY GOD. I hate Tenrose but even I'M freaking out that the Doctor just admitted to loving Rose out loud. OH MY GOD. I mean still fanservice pandering. But FINE. Fine. Tenrose shippers take this one I'm giving it to you. I got so distracted by my annoyance at the still constant bringing up of Rose I almost missed the weight of what that meant. Still mad about the Rose-colored-glasses of the RTD era but good for you guys getting this.

Mavic Chen? Remind me to look that up it sounds really familiar. Ah, wish I didn't look it up, gotta love that 60s racism. Rehab in reverse. So you're saying we're gonna check back in on Fourteen in the future and he'll properly regenerate and/or kind of pop into existence in the moment that Fifteen bi-generated? Maybe? Hopefully? God if I had a nickel for every time RTD had a second Doctor separate from the main Doctor and had Tennant's face stay on Earth with a companion, I'd have two nickels. Don't you dare split the TARDIS too. That's too much. I assume this hammer is an Old Who reference. If so, very cute. They split the TARDIS. And Fifteen gets the second TARDIS. I can't really describe my mood besides -_- "I am so sorry." Yeah you better apologize to her. Ok that's cute the ramp. Why the jukebox though. Traditional Earth ballad? If Billie Piper shows up I'm literally stomping across the pond to RTD's house and killing him because that'll officially be Too Much. I can't even be completely happy at Gatwa's first proper TARDIS flight. "You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye were you?" Of course he was. Ask Sarah Jane. ASK SUSAN. "As if I would ever do that." At least you're self aware. Have these two been the first Doctors to hug? So Fifteen tells people he loves them. Willingly. Openly. Frequently. And a lot. I like that. (Yes Fourteen said he loved Wilf and River but shhh that was over the course of days. Fifteen has said I love you twice in like 3 minutes and was very affectionate to Mel)

Can we PLEASE put this man in some pants though!?

The little 2-finger salute from Fourteen is cute though. "The eyebrow story." TWELVE? Nope an alien species. "Oh, you're family, darling. Sit down." AWWWW. AWWWWWW MEL GETS A FAMILY. Ok. Ok that's really sweet. That's what I care about. Not even Tenthree/Fourteen getting a family. Mel gets one. Empty chair. It's for Wilf yes but let me pretend Martha's just running late to dinner ok? Ok. "I've never been so happy in my life." That's good. Fifteen really split off from Fourteen and was like "Ok you carry all the trauma and deal with it. I'm gonna keep running away."

I knew the Vlinx was voiced by Nicholas Briggs. What IS the Vlinx though? Because I really was waiting for it to be like a plant by the Toymaker.

God I can't believe we're really gonna do the same thing all over again with the Master. Like I said, if it's Dhawan!Master then I'm overjoyed. If it's another, I'm not as happy. I'm hoping that because it was the same way Simm!Master had came back as himself, it means Dhawan!Master will too. We'll see. And who grabbed the tooth this time? At least last time the ring was in a forest. I could believe someone was nearby to take it. But they're on a HELICOPTER LANDING PAD. In the secure UNIT building. Seriously who picked up the tooth?

GIVE. MY MAN. SOME PANTS. I feel so insulted that Gatwa spent all of his moments in his first episode IN HIS UNDERWEAR.

The absolute highlight of the episode was seeing Trinity Wells. Literally the most excited I've been about any of these fanservice moments. That feels like it was fanservice just aimed directly at me. As if RTD2 was like "Hope's not gonna enjoy this. What can we do? No no I'm not bringing back Martha. Oh! Trinity Wells!"

*Asterisk time! I can only hope that Fourteen is just another Tentoo and will live and die a normal human life but that's not what seems to be the case. I don't like that there's just another Doctor floating around. I had been spoiled for it. I hoped I had misunderstood the post since I hadn't properly finished reading it once I realized it was a spoiler. But I interpreted it correctly. If it ends up being that Fourteen does eventually regenerate and kind of hops back into the moment the body splits into Fourteen and Fifteen, then fine. But like. Otherwise, if there's now just a separate branch of Doctors and regenerations and then Fifteen technically has to share the title of Fifteen with whoever regenerates from this Fourteen then I will be so mad. Is this Fourteen really Fourteentoo? Or Tenfour. CAN WE JUST STOP REGENERATING INTO DAVID TENNANT AT THIS POINT. Just have him come back as Ten, he doesn't need to be three maybe FOUR different Doctors!

Oh my god. If RTD2 pulls a "Fugitive!Doctor is actually a Doctor AFTER Fourteen and regenerated and forgot everything and then met Thirteen" instead of being a pre-First Doctor then I'll actually riot. If that's the meaning of the jigsaw of their history, I'm really gonna actually riot.

Of the 3 specials. The Meep was eh. It was fine. Pure nostalgia and a nightmare fuel alien monster of the week. However, I REALLY enjoyed Wild Blue Yonder. That was right up my alley combining aspects of a lot of my favorite past episodes. And the Giggle was fine. Better than the Meep, definitely. I love Fifteen. I'm mad about the bi-generation thing. I would have preferred if after the Toymaster was gone for a bit that Fourteen got sucked back into Fifteen or something as a way of the Universe correcting itself. I'm mad that for most of Fifteen's scenes, it felt more like he was Fourteen's companion. Not the next Doctor. ALSO WHY COULDN'T WE GIVE FIFTEEN SOME PANTS PLEASE. AT LEAST IN THE LATER SCENES.

Also is it still mavity? Did Donna really just ruin all of human history with that one joke?

Oh I just started proofreading and I realize my prediction of Black Friday was wrong. I really thought the Toymaker was gonna make everyone go crazy over a puppet toy.

GIVE FIFTEEN SOME PANTS.

#hope watches doctor who #dw spoilers #doctor who spoilers #the giggle #my non-spoiler verdict: pants #also: a cameo that only i would freak out over #(no it's not the obvious person who you think it is. if it had been i'd be a crying mess probably)

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crissiebaby · 2 years ago

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DiapOut: Chapter 23

DISCLAIMER: This series contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, hypermessing, sissification, WAM, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. If you haven’t read the first chapter and want to catch up, be sure to check out the link in the description. I hope you enjoy!

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*SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRT!!!*

“Ugh! Come on!” shouted Misa who had been perched atop a porcelain throne for the last fifteen minutes. Slapping her hands on the walls of her bathroom stall, she counted her blessings to have the girl’s room all to herself. With Mia and Lelaya opting for diapers and Ayaya nowhere to be found once again, she didn’t have to worry about any of her so-called friends intruding upon her egregious bowel noises.

Relaxing her colon as the stomach cramps subsided, Misa leaned back on the toilet and pulled out her cell phone. As she scrolled through her Insta account, she was overtaken by a bittersweet feeling. The way her dash looked with all of her friends and fans commenting on her gaming posts and streaming updates would soon become a thing of the past once her episode of DiapOut aired. She’d already gotten teased multiple times for being besties with self-described diaper fashionista, Lelaya. Once the footage of her filling a diaper went public, she’d never hear the end of it. She clutched her phone tightly, feeling a ping of anxiety filling her chest.

*FLUUUUUUUUUUUSH!*

Exiting her stall, Misa thoroughly washed her hands, wanting to make damn sure her hands were spotless after the amount of wiping it took to clean her ass. Part of her wished she had some of those soft wet wipes they used on her after Round Two but she wasn’t about to ask if anyone had any she could borrow. Drying off her hands with a bunch of paper towels, she exited the green room’s lavatory, her eyes straining to look as far away from Mia as she could.

“There you are! I was worried the potty monster had eaten you!” said Lelaya, jumping up from her seat and running over to greet an obviously stand-offish Misa, “Wanna talk strategy before Round Three? I had an idea that we could-”

Before Lelaya could dive into her winning plan, Misa stepped past her, doing little to hide her disinterest. “Maybe later. I need to lay down,” she said, rubbing her temples as a migraine began to set in.

“Hey, do you mind if we talk before you run off?” asked Mia, shyly standing up from her chair with a diaper on full display. Now that the rush of being on stage in front of an audience had dissipated, the guilt of tormenting Misa for her own satisfaction was weighing heavy on her, “I may have been a little upset and looking for a bit of revenge, but I took it too far and I’m sorry.”

Tapping her foot with her body half-turned away from Mia, Misa shrugged off her supposed best friend’s remorseful words. “You’re sorry…” she said, repeating the gist of Mia’s words as she struggled to articulate all the conflicting thoughts floating around in her head, “Mia, you humiliated me at a time that I couldn’t have been more vulnerable. Forgot the internet stardom you received. What you did to me is going to air on national television, if not all over the world. I’d say your revenge quest has shot the moon!”

As Misa carried on her self-righteous monologue, Mia had her own mental war to deal with. Biting her tongue, she desperately didn’t want to reignite her feud with Misa, knowing that infighting would only turn her into dead weight for the team. However, she knew deep down that she couldn’t let Misa’s version of events go unchallenged. “Okay, fine. I did something bad FOR ONCE! And don’t go downplaying what you did to me. It’s been, what, six or seven months now? I still can’t go out in public without being recognized,” she said, her fury rising with each syllable.

“If you resent me so much for the Baby New Year shit, then why are we even still friends. What’s that fucking saying? A…nose for a nose…or whatever?!” said Misa, casting aside all pleasantries despite her noticeable faux pas.

“It’s an eye for an eye, dumbass. Newsflash, if you wanna sound smart, maybe know what you’re talking about,” said Mia, matching Misa’s intensity.

“Oh, you’re so right! You’re just too smart for a dumbass like me right?!” “Sarcasm, huh? Sooooo classy! You’re literally just proving my point!”

“Oh fuu-huu-huuck you! I can’t believe this is what you’ve thought of me all this time!”

“H-Hey! Maybe we should dial things back a tad,” said Lelaya, doing her best to play mediator.

Sadly, being the mature one in the room wasn’t exactly her strong suit, leading to her words falling on deaf ears.

Folding her arms in a huff, Mia sharply looked away from Misa, no longer wishing to make eye contact with someone who was as uncaring about her own actions as she was understanding of someone else’s. “Fine then! If you‘re too much of a baby to ‘LaUgH iT oFf’ like you used to tell me to do, then maybe we just shouldn’t be friends anymore,” she said, letting her emotions dictate her response.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself! As soon as this fucking game is over, don’t expect to see me EVER again!” shouted Misa, stomping off in frustration.

Mirroring Misa’s actions, Mia B-lined back to her chair and sat down promptly. Unfortunately, the speed at which she seated herself was too much for her terminally destroyed bowel control, causing an involuntary accident at the worst moment.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRT!!!*

Left alone in the middle, Lelaya had a bad feeling that this was going to wreak havoc on their chances of winning. “I’ve gotta find a way for them to make up…but how?” she pondered, placing her thumb and forefinger on her chin like she’d seen other people do whilst in deep thought.

Meanwhile, over in the far corner of the room, Zeke and Cade couldn’t help but have their conversation interrupted by the theatrics that Mia and Misa were putting on for everyone in earshot. “Not to sound like a dick unintentionally but this can only mean good things for our team, right?” said Zeke, looking at Cade with a twinge of guilt in his stomach as he said what they all were thinking.

“Definitely. Rome fell from the inside, after all,” said Cade, reluctantly agreeing with her compatriot, “As much as it feels kinda scummy to root for a friendship to fall to ruin, this can’t hurt our chances.” Letting out a painfully long sigh, Zeke pressed his fingers to his temples in frustration. “It’s still hard to see a friendship fall apart like this. Let’s just ignore them and worry about ourselves. For all we know, this could be an act to get us to let our guard down and we’re too united to let that happen” he said, receiving a nod of approval.

“Speaking of being united, I wonder how much longer Kyoko is going to be,” said Cade, causing all three of the Messers to look toward the door, longing for their fearless leader to return and tell them the game plan.

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“You’re kidding! A fucking bong gas mask?!” said CassiRole, smoking a post-sex e-cig with her arm around Kyoko as the two of them cozied up next to each other on the chaise lounge. She practically burst into tears due to how hysterical her laughter was. She offered the vape pen to Kyoko as she let out a big puff of water vapor.

Chuckling along with Cassi, Kyoko’s heart was a blaze after a wonderfully intense encounter with such a prominent ABDL star. It almost seemed surreal to be going through aftercare with her. “Yeah, apparently, he was stuck pawing at it to get it off. Dunno what drug combination he and Rupert cooked up exactly but it had him filling his diaper with every breath. I swear those two are gonna end up drooling forever from a marijuana overdose someday,” she said, happily accepting the vape pen from Cassi and breathing in a large hit before coughing it back up, showcasing that smoking wasn’t a regular thing for her.

“Hehehe, you can’t OD on cannabis, silly girl,” said Cassi, rolling over onto Kyoko as she proceeded to lightly poke at her tender tummy. After well over a minute of playful touching and giggling, the two exhausted Littles slumped back into their seats, panting heavily, “Not at all shocked that your stoner buddies are absolute class clowns. What about…uh…what’s his face…oh, that’s right, Zeke! What about Zeke? Is he as straight-laced as he seems?”

Letting out an exaggerated groan, Kyoko swung her head around in a big circle before letting it hang limp with her chin resting on her collarbone. “You betcha. I can’t tell you how many fun parties I’ve had to leave early because of him. I love him to death but he can be super guarded and a real stick in the mud at the worst of times,” she said, pausing for a moment as an amusing thought caused her to snicker, “He used to be a lot different in high school apparently. A real hot shot, you know? Then The Incident happened and it changed him completely.”

“The Incident, you say? Well, consider my curiosity peaked,” said Cassi, acting as unassuming as such could, “What, pray tell, is The Incident?”

Shaking her head as she handed the pen back to Cassi, Kyoko curled her lips inward before responding, “As much as I know you, of all people, would get a kick out of it, I’m afraid I’ve been sworn to secrecy.”

“Oh, come on. It’s not like I’m planning to hang out with Zeke a bunch when this is all over. Who am I gonna tell?” said Cassi, knowing exactly who she would tell, “I promise, my lips are sealed, specifically around your lips, if possible.”

Struck by a fit of giggles over Cassi’s flirty comment, Kyoko’s inner airhead was rearing its ugly head. Casting aside her doubts, she let her desire to impress her idol get the better of her. “Alright, I’ll tell you but seriously, mum’s the word,” she said, offering her pinky to Cassi. As the pair intertwined their smallest fingers, she launched into Zeke’s backstory, “It was his kid sister’s birthday and she wanted to go to some princess dolly factory-”

“Ooh! Do you mean the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory?! I love that place!” said Cassi, practically jumping out of her seat with enthusiasm.

Charmed by Cassi’s adorable goofiness, Kyoko continued the story, “Yep, that’s the place! Anyway, he got separated from the tour by accident and wound up wandering into the automated doll maker area. I’m sure you can use your imagination to fill in the blanks.”

“Shut. Up. He got turned into a doll?!” screamed Cassi as her uproarious laughter hit new heights, “Pleeeeeease, please, tell me that he got turned into a Wendy Winterlan-NO! A Wetsy Betsy dolly!”

While Kyoko’s sudden silence certainly spoke volumes, she decided to affirm Cassi’s guess regardless. “You hit the nail right on the head. Apparently, the whole experience is what gave him this fetish. What a bizarre way to find out you like diapers, huh?”

Before Cassi could respond to Kyoko’s lighthearted question, their fun was tragically interrupted. “Five minutes until we need you on set, Cassi,” said the assistant director through the changing room’s private intercom.

“Grrrr! I always get called to set when I’m having fun,” said Cassi, removing the velvet blanket that had been covering both her and Kyoko’s nude bodies and getting up from the lounger, “You should probably head back to be with your team. If I’m getting called, you guys are next.”

Flopping over onto the princess chair and pulling the blanket over her head, Kyoko shook her head insolently. “Nuh uh…too coze,” she said, peering through the cracks of the blanket as she let out a gremlin-esque cackle.

“Tell you what?” said Cassi, parking herself back down next to Kyoko and gently patting her head, “If you’re a good girl and play nice for the rest of the show, then you and I can resume our playtime later tonight. How’s that sound?”

Unable to control the smile on her face, Kyoko pulled the blanket off of her head and nodded eagerly. “Well, that’s all you had to say,” she said in a cocky tone. Rolling off of the bed, she grabbed her brown DiapOut t-shirt off the ground and scampered over to Cassi’s personal changing table, “Mind if I diaper up real quick?”

“Go for it!” said Cassi, fixing her makeup in the vanity mirror while keeping an eye on Kyoko in the corner of her eye. As soon as Kyoko was distracted from prepping her new diaper, she pulled her cell phone off the changer and began texting Jackson at lightning speed, a pair of devil horns metaphorically spawning above her ears.

“Table whichever punishment from Round Three is the most boring. I have the perfect replacement…”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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