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luxaryllis · 2 years ago

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Can I request the dorm leaders and Jamil with a little sibling reader who’s like Elementary school young so like a 1st grader? It was their first day of “Big kid school!” (The reader adorably labeled it) and she was so excited to go practically bouncing off the walls and their older sibling was aware it would be their first day but obviously couldn’t be there because they have their own school to be at. Later that day wailing can be heard in the halls and when said students go to check it out they find outside the front of the school gates Crewel holding a sobbing, hysterical child who he’s trying to console who looks all scraped up or covered in dirt hair a mess and they realize it’s the reader and it turns out they ran all the way from their elementary school to NRC to see their big brother instead of going home because it turns out they had a terrible first day of school crying about how some kids were mean and they got pushed around shoved into a dirty puddle stuff like that? Basically made fun of and teased and their reactions to the whole thing? Like who’s drop kicking children? Who’s having the whole school board shut down? Who’s lowkey about to commit murder? Who’s about to burn the building down? and them just coddling the child the rest of the day. This was a long ask but I couldn’t get this out of my mind I’m sorry! Sjfnwnicsnjfkhnsrh I thought it would be precious seeing them soft for a little child sibling😭

First Day Gone Terribly Wrong: Part 1

Note: This was rly cute and gave me a good brainrot, so here you go!

Also, I'm gonna be making the younger sibling gender neutral since you didn't exactly specify what gender you wanted.

Just saying, the younger sibling reader in this is different from the ones on my other younger sibling reader fics. Unless you wanna give those cute and traumatized kids some fluff and comfort, you're free to interpret this sibling as something else entirely or the same.

Characters included: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto

To be included (in part 2, possibly a part 3): Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud (ft. Ortho Shroud), Malleus Draconia

Reader/the younger sibling is referred to with they/them and as [Name]. And considering the reader is in first grade, I'm assuming that they're around 5 or 6 years old, but I'll be saying 5 year old since that the age most people start grade one, at least where I'm from/from what I know.

Also, because of the fact that Leona is canonically 20 and Falena has a son (who, upon speculation, is around 5), I'll just make the reader Cheka's sibling (for plot reasons, I'll just say that reader is younger than Cheka by just a year or smthg-). Thus, this makes Leona the uncle of [Name] instead of [Name]'s older brother.

Also, the younger sibling may be described in some parts as having similar features as their respective elder brother/s. Like Idia's younger sibling would have blue fire hair like him, Leona's sibling would be a lion beastman, Malleus's sibling has horns, those stuff.

Oh! And Crewel calls [Name] puppy, pup, and other variations because... it's Crewel. And please ignore the semi-obvious plotholes cuz the characters have already went through their respective overblots by the time this whole thing happens-

I'll start trying to upload more works now too!! There's been so much stuff sitting on my inbox, I'm so sorry for making everyone wait.

Word count (including intro): 2864 words

Warning/s: Bullies, Possible OOC, Dorm Leaders + Jamil being protective of their cute sibling (or in Leona's case, nibling), The child cries a lot (IT'S A CHILD!!!), A couple of my personal headcanons would be thrown in sometimes, Not proofread, I accidentally mix up between 2nd and 3rd person I'm so sorry, Tell me if I missed anything

Full fic under the cut!

Intro:

As [Name] was getting ready for their first day of school, they were practically buzzing with excitement.

They've ranted and rambled about their excitement to their sibling/s, refusing to even stand still (much to the dismay of some) as they were given their bag and snacks.

Eventually, it was time for [Name]'s older brother/s/uncle to leave for Night Raven College. Since the child's school was also on Sage Island, they were entrusted in their older brother/uncle's care to head to the island for school.

On the way there, [Name]'s older brother/s/uncle gaze at the lively 5 year old with a fond smile, watching the child chatter about how excited they were for their first day of "big kid school".

Unbeknownst to them, however, there would be a sinister force awaiting the cute 5-year old. Bullies. The worst kind of bullies that left you running away to your big brother/uncle's school for comfort.

Although, unfortunately for the bullies, [Name] has quite the protective family backing them up.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle's childhood has always been rough and strict, and the same could be said for his younger sibling, [Name]. When his mother had gotten pregnant with you, Riddle was silently and internally fearing for what would become of you. He knew what impact his mother's rules had on a person and he was worried that you learn to be stricter on yourself because of your mother.

Because of that, throughout your childhood, he teaches you to obey your mother, but is a lot softer on you. He wouldn't want you to topple over the sheer amount of pressure he went through. He grew to be protective over you, but he still prioritized his mother's orders over anything else.

After his overblot, however, he tried subtly showing you that it was alright to break some rules if it was harmless. He treated you over at the Clover family bakery to let you have some tarts. And this time, his mother had trusted you in Riddle's care, believing that he wouldn't dare break a rule. Your mother was wrong, but the Rosehearts siblings could care less about it as they were as happy as can be. In the end, both of you weren't caught and you ended up being close friends with Trey and his younger siblings.

When Riddle finally had to see you off at your own school, he was constantly worrying about you. From the moment he dropped you off and you left his sight, terrible situations started sprouting in his head.

He speaks his worries to his trusty vice, Trey, who reassures him that bad things are unlikely to happen. As an attempt to help Riddle, Trey tells him stories about how Trey's own younger siblings had great first days of school. While it did help a lot, he can't help but still be concerned for you in the back of his mind.

However, during lunch break, as the students were eating lunch, crying was suddenly heard nearby. The crying disturbed atleast half the student body, for a variety of reasons, but what bothered Riddle was the fact that he could practically hear you.

At first, he thinks that it's just him being paranoid, but he still decides to check it out. There, he sees Professor Crewel holding his younger sibling, who was crying. His younger sibling, [Name] Rosehearts, was covered in mud and had some traces of the strawberry tart (that Trey made) Riddle had sneaked in the child's lunch on their clothes. Not to mention how messy their hair was and the scratches on their arms and face. The sight made his blood boil.

Who dared to make his sibling cry? How dare they cause tears to fall from their eyes?

Riddle's face turns red, and Cater and Trey (along with any nearby Heartslabyul student) felt as if they were suddenly brought back into Riddle's tyrant phase. The redhead practically stomps over to Crewel and [Name], as his two seniors follow, trying to calm him down.

When Riddle finally reaches his dear sibling, he forces himself to outwardly calm down, and approaches the teacher.

"Professor Crewel, this is my younger sibling. May I know what the situation is?" the dorm leader asks. The dual-haired professor, having seen Rosehearts' little outburst, raised a brow. But the man shrugged off the sight and retold what he knew.

Apparently, Crewel found [Name] running to the school, all dirtied up while crying. The child had been calling out for "Brother Riddle", saying that today was "the worst day ever" through sobs. It was a miracle that Crewel even understood what the little puppy was talking about.

Riddle, who had calmed down a lot better by then, gently took the crying kid in his arms, holding them up. [Name] looks at the new person (who they had just noticed) and their face lights up when they see their elder brother. "Brother Riddle!!", [Name] cries out, wrapping their small arms around Riddle's torso, sobbing even louder.

Riddle immediately comforts his younger sibling, patting them on the back with one hand and quickly moves to go to Heartslabyul to get some privacy. He silently thanks his professor and makes a beeline straight to the Hall of Mirrors, glaring at anyone in his way.

As he finally reaches the comfort of his room, Riddle set you down gently on his bed. By then, both had calmed down, and Riddle kneels on one leg to look at his sibling eye-to-eye. He then asks the child to explain what happened.

When you explained to him what happened with their "bullies", who had made fun of you and pushed you to the ground, along with your strawberry tart after you had refused to share their lunch and dessert with the other kids. This enraged Riddle once more, but he hid it better.

You tried apologizing to Riddle for wasting the food and bothering him, but he only shushed them and gently patted your head, reassuring them that it was okay. Afterwards, he gets them all cleaned up and dressed them in the extra clothes your mother had packed. He then allowed [Name] to take a nap while he goes back to class.

Meanwhile, as the younger Rosehearts slept peacefully, Riddle decided to call up the school that held such disrespectful bullies. When the phone is picked up, he requests to speak to the principal or someone in charge of the first grade students.

When he gets to speak to the person, he starts sharing the same story [Name] told to him and requests that something would be done about the ill-mannered students who acted in pettiness over a child refusing to share their only food to the others. As much as this sounded like a 'karen moment', as the Ramshackle prefect would call it, Riddle spoke with courteousness and acted as if he were in an official debate.

The redhead's confidence and sense of authority, along with the obvious moral side of the topic, won over the other person and the bullies' parents were spoken to, while the bullies were given a severe warning.

Eventually, Riddle requests to his mother and the Headmage that his sibling, [Name] Rosehearts, would be allowed to stay in Night Raven College with Riddle to allow easy transportation between "home" and their school. And also so that Riddle can keep a close eye on his dear sibling, whom he would always protect.

Leona Kingscholar:

If anyone would ask Leona, he'd say that he wouldn't give a single care in the world when it came to his nephew & nibling. But the thing is, that's not exactly true. While he really does wish the children would stop clinging to him and stop causing trouble everywhere, there's still that small piece in Leona that helped raise these cubs.

The king and queen of the Afterglow Savanna were very busy people after all. And Leona would often be dragged into playing cub-sitter while his older brother and sister-in-law would be too busy. He didn't do any work, as he just supervised the hired nannies to make sure nothing bad would happen to the children.

Most of all, he can't help but somewhat see himself in the younger of his niblings, [Name]. While their existence obviously made Leona third in line for the throne (much to his utter dismay), he saw traces of how the servants would treat him in the way the young cub was treated. At first, Leona could care less. It wasn't his business after all. But upon hearing you cry in one of his original hiding spots (that you must have found on your own), his heart squeezed in his chest and he was brought back to his own childhood, when he himself was crying as no one wanted to play with him or even pay the slightest bit of positive attention to him.

This solidified the idea in his head that if this sort of behavior was still found within Falena's reign as king, Falena wasn't a good king nor a good father after all. Because of that, Leona somewhat took it upon himself to teach the young cub what they need to know. He taught them to be tougher, to be stronger, to not let anyone see weakness. He taught you what he had taught himself as a young child.

It was only after his overblot that Leona realized that you didn't need to be strong, you needed someone else to be strong enough to hold them and comfort them. So he started to teach the young cub to express themselves more, because he now knows that bottling it up won't help at all. He starts teaching them and showing them things he wished he could have done when he was their age.

When it was time for [Name]'s first day in first grade, Leona is left thinking why the heck his brother thought it was a good idea to send them off far from their home land? While the Kingscholar royal family had made arrangements that the young cub would stay with Leona in NRC, Leona can't help but think that this was the kingdom's way of saying that he and [Name] weren't welcome there. After all, there are plenty of schools in the Afterglow Savanna as well, which is where Cheka studies.

Regardless, when he drops his nibling off at their school, he watches over them as they are guided over to their class by a teacher nearby. On seeing that you were safely in your room, he turns and leaves to his school, yawning and muttering to himself.

In contrast to Riddle, Leona barely worries at all. After all, the school knows that they are housing someone of high royal status there, so he doesn't see why anyone would want to mess with his nibling.

So imagine his surprise, disappointment, and annoyance when he realizes that there are in fact kids that had the balls to bully the youngest child of the king of the Afterglow Savannah.

Leona finds out when Ruggie wakes him up from his afternoon nap in the Botanical Garden. The hyena was holding the nibling, who was currently eating their favorite food. The lion cub had tear streaks on their face, some tears still falling, but was mostly calm as they nibbled their food.

Leona saw your scraped knees, scratched arms, and bruised (and slightly bleeding) tail and promptly sat up, demanding to know what happened. Ruggie told him that you had ran to the NRC campus after a couple kids made fun of your lion ears and stepped on your tail, pushing you around.

Hearing all of that made him give out a low growl, tempted to just have those brats sent to the kingdom's prison or even punished for hurting his nibling. He calms himself down, though, when he notices your ears fall down in a sad motion and your tail twitching in pain.

He sighs and orders Ruggie to get a first aid kit and treat your wounds as he has you lay down next to him. While Ruggie left to get the first-aid, Leona silently caresses your ears and hurt tail.

"I'll tell Falena about this. Your parents won't be pleased, but I can promise you that we'll do something about those brats that did this to you," Leona mutters to you as he gently hums a tune to get you to sleep.

The next day, the bullies promptly apologize to you and had to clean the windows and tables after school as a punishment. Though if Leona had any say in the punishment, the bullies would be guaranteed to be in much bigger trouble.

Leona also paid closer attention to you, and even decided to teach you chess, saying that if anyone makes you feel bad about yourself, you should challenge them in chess, because Leona knows that you would win every time.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul, having been a victim of bullying, himself, Azul wanted nothing but the best for you. This meant that he would always make himself appear as a good role model for you, and that he would always make sure that you would be on top of everything.

All this, so that you wouldn't have to go through the same hurtful words he did. He helped you grow out of your shell so you would become much more confident than he was, and taught you just about everything he knows and wants to pass down onto you.

He taught you important techniques in socializing, studying, singing, and even making good first impressions. He was utterly determined on making sure that you wouldn't end up as the crybaby octopus he used to be. He didn't want you to end up hurt from the brutality of the world around you.

He has no idea what came over his parents when they told him that they wanted you, [Name] Ashengrotto, to start first grade in THE SURFACE!! When his parents suggested this, he argued that it was a terrible transition from merfolk to human, especially since [Name] has no idea how to walk on only two legs.

In the end, Azul hesitantly agrees with his parents and gives you some human form potions beforehand so that you can practice walking as a human. He takes a lot of care in making sure that you can make the perfect first impression in school so that you won't get bullied.

As Azul drops you off at school, he reminds you of what you have to do and tells you to always stay safe. He's quite sentimental in seeing you off and worries incessantly the whole day about you.

While he's actually kind of confident that nothing could possibly happen to you, there's still that nagging feeling in the back of his head that says that his efforts wouldn't be enough and that you'd leave him after possibly getting humiliated because of him. Floyd complains that Azul is starting to act like an octopus mother with how he's been acting.

Azul tries reassuring himself despite his worries, but unfortunately for him, one of his biggest nightmares became true. He found out when a knock came on his office door while the Mostro Lounge was dealing with the after-school rush. Opening the door, he's surprised to see his younger sibling there, with unshed tears in their eyes, messy hair, and a bump on their forehead that was sure to bruise.

Azul quickly lets his younger sibling in, fussing about them as he closes the door behind him. He asks you what had happened, though he somewhat knew what had likely gone on with your day.

Apparently, some of the kids there thought that you were an attention-seeker because you kept participating in class and answering the teachers' questions. So they decided that it'd be a good idea to take one of your hard-cover books and hit it on your forehead multiple times while you were getting ready to be dismissed from class.

They had called you a bunch of mean names like "know-it-all", "attention-seeker", "nerd", telling you to "go back under the water, where you came from" and things like that.

Hearing all that, Azul's head suddenly flashed back to when he was younger, and people had bullied him for what may as well be the opposite reasons. People called him "dumb", "a crybaby", and yet people bullied you just because you were smarter.

The thought made him feel guilty for you and kind of angry at himself for letting this happen to you. He then proceeds to gently wipe your tears, which started to fall while you were telling him what happened, and conjures an ice pack for your forehead.

Azul proceeds to spend the rest of the day practically coddling and doting on you, trying to "make up for his mistake".

He also calls up your school, telling them of what happened and started suggesting ways on how the school should punish the bullies. Regardless of what the school ends up doing with the bullies, Azul and the Tweels still make it their personal mission to make the bullies' lives hell for children (be it by scaring them away, or other things).

END!!!!

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paper-jamming · 9 months ago

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Hello Tumblr!!

As you could guess, or not, I have been pretty occupied with school all this time that being the reason why I haven't uploaded that much.

I came here to bring some good news and some updates in how this underfell take I am making, not so alone now, is going.

The first good new is that summer break is really near and I am finally graduating from secondary school!!!

That means I'll have more time to upload stuff in here and be more constant with my work.

The second good new is that I have gotten an small team to start working on the underfell fangame.

We've made minimal progress because everyone is occupied but is a pretty good one.

Still, we have a lot of concepts of how everything is gonna look, mostly the ruins section, and how the history is gonna go.

Take in mind that there's gonna be a bunch of big changes in both the overworld exploration and the combat (like the special ACTions I have mentioned on an older post).

Before I go, I'll show you some of the updated design we currently have:

Frisk. Sans. & Papyrus.

Sans has gotten sole minimal changes on his palet but Frisk and Papyrus have gotten some bigger changes.

I hope you all have a good day!

-PaperJamming

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imagines--galore · 1 year ago

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||Mind Over Matter|| Part Ten

Summary: Evelyn is Penelope Garcia’s protégé. She is a tech wiz, and knows her way around any kind of security and just like her mentor knows how to dig deep and get into the past of anyone and has a knack for anything with a chip in it. Including potato chips. The one thing she fails at is figuring out is the mind and how it works.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Evelyn Richardson(OC)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Adventure. Family. Some language, blood and violence in later installments.

Previously - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine,

A/N: Been a while since I uploaded this, but hey multiple chapters coming soon!

Glancing beside her once more Penelope frowned when she spotted Evelyn sitting just as she had been an hour ago. Staring listlessly ahead at the screen, her leg pulled up against her chest with her chin resting on her knee. The movie was nearly over. And the red head had yet to make a comment on the progress of it. Penelope had stayed quite on purpose. Giving the red head whatever moment she needed to talk. But with the movie almost over and her patience having run out, the blonde turned to her protégé with a concerned frown.

"Sweetums? You've been so quite tonight." Her voice seemed to break whatever trance Evelyn was in. Blue eyes blinked as she focused on her mentor. Offering the older woman a small smile she rubbed her eyes before heaving a sigh.

"Sorry. I'm just tired." Penelope knew it was more then that. Reaching for the remote she quickly paused the movie and turned towards the younger woman.

"Its been nearly a month now sweetheart. You need to start getting back in your game." Evelyn flinched at Penelope's words, her heart dropping in her chest.

A month.

A month since Sarah Jean's death.

A death she didn't deserve.

And despite her claims that she was fine, Evelyn was anything but. It was like her father's death. But this time it was worse. This time she could've done something about it. This time it could've been avoided.

"I've made my peace with it Penelope. I'll be fine." A big fat lie. And Penelope seemed to think that too. Since she shot a small text to Morgan, asking if he could talk to the red head. The blonde just wanted her hyper yet shy little protégé back. It broke her heart to see Evelyn like this. Working murders was hard enough. But befriending a person on a death sentence was even harder. Knowing they would eventually die.

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"Is that it then?" Morgan asked with a satisfied and relieved smile as he observed the neatly stacked boxes at the back of Evelyn's garage. The red head nodded, closing one of the final boxes and placing them on the shelf.

"Yeah! Thanks for lending me your strength Morgan." She added with a smile, dusting her hands to get rid of whatever grime she had gathered. Morgan grinned and waved his hand.

"Nothing to it short stuff. Though I wouldn't say no to your chocolate chip cookies as a thank you." His friend giggled before nodding.

"I knew you weren't helping me out of the goodness of your heart." She called over her shoulder as she led the way through the garage door and into her kitchen where she had baked a fresh batch of said cookies just that morning. Catching sight of the filled cookie jar, Morgan rubbed his hands together, eyes alight with, what Evelyn could only describe as glee.

"Alright! Cookie heaven here I come!" He was about to reach for the lid of the jar when Evelyn smacked his wrist.

"Wash your hands!" She scolded already walking past him to get the milk from the fridge. Morgan rolled his eyes.

"Yes mother." He said in a teasing tone before walking over to the sink to quickly wash his hands.

A few minutes later the two FBI Agents were sitting around the island in the kitchen on stools, eating the cookies. Or rather Morgan was inhaling them while Evelyn was nibbling on her first one. The jar was nearly half empty.

"I gotta hand it to you Evelyn, you are officially the best baker I know." She smiled at the compliment, her cheeks reddening as they always did when she was embarrassed.

"I doubt that Morgan." She mumbled taking a sip of her milk and setting the glass down on the counter. The older agent gave a smile finishing off his glass of milk and reaching for the carton to pour himself another one.

"Speaking of being the best, Penelope told me you've been a little distracted the past few weeks." And there it was. The one thing Evelyn had been trying to avoid. Pursing her lips she turned her attention to the crumbs on the counter, starting to gather them up by pressing the tip of her finger along the surface of the island.

"I told her I was fine. Why won't she just believe me?" Morgan shook his head at her words.

"That's the thing Evelyn. You're not fine. You gotta talk to somebody about what your're feeling. And if you don't wanna do that then you should try to put everything behind you and try to move forward." Evelyn's eyes blazed with a sudden anger as she turned to look at Morgan.

"Well what if I don't want to forget! What if I want to live with the guilt because lets face it Morgan we could've done more to save her but we didn't!" Morgan's expression didn't change one bit at the red head's outburst, he only turned his attention to her full and undivided.

"Kid, there was nothing we could've done to save her. From what I heard Sarah wanted to die. It was her final wish." Evelyn shook her head, hands clenched into tight fists.

"But she didn't deserve to die! She could be alive right now. Maybe even watching her son play the cello!" Her statement was met with a frown of disapproval from Morgan.

"That's your problem Evelyn. You focus and obsess so much over what could've been that you forget to look at what has already happened and accept it." Evelyn stared at Morgan with wide blue, terrified eyes. The agent almost felt sorry for he had said, but knew it had to be done.

"You promised." Her voice was somewhat broken. Her tone accusing. "You promised you would never profile me!" Morgan let out a frustrated sound and shook his head.

"This is not profiling Evelyn. This is pure sense." Suddenly reaching out he grasped her much smaller hands between his, looking at her almost imploringly. "Honey, you have got to start accepting that sometimes life gives us rather unexpected circumstances and we gotta make the best of 'em. We can't keep thinking of the what ifs."

Silence followed his words and Evelyn couldn't bring herself to look at Morgan, suddenly feeling ashamed of her behavior the past month. "She didn't deserve to die." Were the words that she finally spoke, finally lifting her head to meet Morgan's understanding gaze. He gave a humorless chuckle.

"Believe me. Every time we come across a case I think the exact same thing about the victim." Lifting one hand he affectionately patted the side of her cheek and gave her a small smile.

"You gonna be okay now Ginger?" The nickname forced a smile out of her, and she nodded.

"I'll be fine." Morgan accepted her response, knowing she would be alright.

"Good! Otherwise Penelope would've had my head for only upsetting you further." He shuddered at the thought, causing the younger girl to giggle.

"That would've been sad. I happen to prefer a head with my muscles." She poked the side of his shoulder, while he quickly assumed a defensive pose with his arms.

"Sorry sweetheart. My babygirl would be upset if you made a move on me." Evelyn snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Just eat your damn cookies." She grumbled, her cheeks flushing as she pushed the jar towards him. Without another word Morgan proceeded to do so.

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Reid had been waiting in the driveway for quite some time now. Since Evelyn was still an agent in training, so to speak, she had to do the mundane tasks of putting away the files and whatever else they had used for cases away in boxes before placing them in the shelves. The Team tried to be as organized as they could be so that she wouldn't have to clean up their messes when it came to the files but none of them had the time since they had to write up reports and such. But Evelyn didn't mind. Morgan had once jokingly referred to her as their little sidekick. Evelyn had argued she was more of a butler like Alfred since she did take care of them. Somewhat. It was another reason she got off work a little later then the rest of them.

The young genius didn't mind waiting for his friend. He was sitting on the porch step, completely immersed in the book he had bought a week or so ago. His eyes quickly scanning over the printed script. Even if he finished the book before Evelyn arrived he had another one in his bag. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway caught his attention and he quickly got up at the sight of the woman he had been waiting for. Evelyn frowned at Reid, a little surprised to see him.

"I thought you went home?" She said, finding the key to the trunk of her car and taking out a box cradling it under her right arm as Reid came to stand next to her, having put the book away and with his hands in his pockets.

"I was waiting for you actually. I wanted to talk to you." The man responded as she shut the lid of the trunk and turned to him, still frowning in confusion. Taking her silence as an opening Reid spoke.

"I just wanted to say that you shouldn't blame yourself for what happened to Sarah Jean. It was decision. Like you told us when we were searching for Riley. You read her body language and she was never going to go back on her decision. She wanted it to happen. She wanted to die. And it only shows the amount of love she had for her son. And it also shows how strong she was as a mother and a person. Which is a rather rare characteristic because most people would've-"

He was suddenly cut short by a hand being placed over his mouth. His eyes widened slightly before he frowned at the read head, who had to reach up to place her hand there. Her lips were pulled into an amused smile, though her eyes shone with sadness but acceptance at the same time.

"Morgan already talked to me Reid. And I realize it now. There was nothing we could've done." She finally removed her hand, stepping back a little as she did.

"Oh!" A light blush came to his cheeks when he suddenly realized that he had been rambling. Pushing his hair back behind his ear he quickly nodded. "Right! Good! I just wanted to….er…."

Evelyn smiled softly at his stuttering, reaching out to gently pat his hand. "Thank you for caring Spence." She said, using his first name, which she only ever used when things were rather personal between them. A beat of silence where they both simply looked at each other. That beat seemed to stretch on and Spencer suddenly realized that her eyes were probably the most prettiest shade of blue he had ever seen. Evelyn on the other hand was finding it a little hard not to reach out and let her fingers play with his hair. The silence was broken by the sound of a car honking probably a street over. Both agents quickly shook out of their little bubble, bright blushes on their cheeks. Wanting nothing more then to rid herself of the thoughts she had just been having, thoughts she had no idea she would be capable of thinking.

"Hey! I found a few pictures that I think would be really good for your album. If you're still putting it together that is." Evelyn added in the end, her gaze hopeful as she waited for his reply, wandering if he had kept the album. The young genius nodded quickly, doing his best not to stare like he had been a few moments ago.

"Sounds good! I've actually added a few pictures in them already." He admitted, which made Evelyn grin.

"Great! Come on in then!" With that she led the way into her home, the young doctor following in after her, both parties a little surprised at the moment they had just shared.

Yet neither gave it another thought. Almost as if the moment was something they were used to. Something that happened to them unconsciously. And giving it any importance would make any moment in the future seem less significant. So they left it at that.

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catt-nuevenor · 1 year ago

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Changes to the Main Character - Myrk Mire

Brace yourselves kids, this is going to be a fair amount to go through. While I don't think I'm giving away any big story spoilers, do treat reading more with some caution if you want to experience the story completely blind. And do also bear in mind that none of these changes are implemented yet and won't be for some time. If you like the story as is, by all means go and enjoy it. I'll be uploading a new demo, not replacing the old one, when it's ready.

All that out the way, let's talk choice fiction MC's and their difficulties in fixed narrative cannon.

Let's get this out the way first and foremost. You will still be able to customise your Main Character and their offspring in all the ways you can currently. I'm not removing any of that choice from you. You'll also be able to pick who your Main Character becomes attached to. However, this is where things will need to change a bit.

Previously our romantic options were all single and ready to mingle and remained so until the player directed their Main Character into a relationship with them. Open season, so to speak. What will now (future demo) take place is the Main Character will begin early to favour one of the eight relationship (romantic or platonic) options, and as said relationship grows, the remaining seven will begin their own journeys with other characters.

Which other characters? Well, here's where the real fun begins.

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Old narrative:

A lone wanderer, with their offspring/dependent, stumbles into Aldmirham in pursuit of work and lodging for the winter.

New narrative:

A small group of wanderers, with their offspring/dependents, stumble into Aldmirham in pursuit of work and lodging for the winter.

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Our RO's aren't the only ones gaining 'siblings'.

There'll be five adult characters trundling their way into Aldmirham in the hafest of 822 DT, and the beginning of the story will take place at the very start of winter, through to blostma (spring).

The Main Character will be one of these five adults, and their dependent will be one of the three children with them.

Some of you may have noticed a slight mathematical flaw in this. I have eight relationship options and five new folks. Well, you don't need to form romantic relationships to live a happy and fulfilling life, and neither do the RO's.

Let's get a run-down on our travelling group, shall we?

Ænidym Bécencnol (NB) - An old friend of Marrin/Marryn/Marren and Sumara (previously Zephora), they joined shortly after the events that led to the MC first travelling with the group (what ever those events may be), in the town of Þeófcrecca on the western shore of Crawshire. They're a carpenter by trade, apprenticing with a shipwright in the town. They're supportive, grounded, and often the voice of reason when their companions need a reminder of common sense.

Ehwan Bécencnol (M) - Ænidym's young cousin, orphaned after his mother drowned in an accident out at sea while fishing. He's quiet, distrustful of strangers, and has a deep and abiding fear of deep water. He's a year or so older than the MC's child and is obsessively protective of them.

Azgoá Ménastaþs (F) - Orignally from the realm of Þinda, she took apprenticeship with the iron smiths of Crawburh before meeting up with the others, and deciding to travel east with them, hoping to learn from the smithing guilds in the rest of the realm. Others often think she has a funny accent, and she delights in teaching the children foul comebacks in her native tongue.

Ielfetu Wischam (M) - A basket weaver by trade, Ielfetu joined the group with his daughter, Basjá, after Basjá's mother became violent towards them both. He's good at what he does, but struggles to see that, relying on his new friends and confidants to pick him up and set him on his feet. Originally from the smaller, tamer marshes of Wýscanwisc, he's comfortable in the Mire, and hopes the group will stay after the winter is through.

Basjá Wischam (F) - Ielfetu's daughter, she's the youngest of the group's children, though only by a few months. Tall for her age, and bold, she's often chosen as the leader among the children, though her overconfidence often leads them all into trouble. She's anxious about her father, often feeling like she has to protect him from those who might bully him or push him around, this well-meaning support rarely ends well.

Aranor Halshlinc (M) - The newest member of the group, he first joined them when he was still legally a child, seeking to escape a bad situation he'd found himself in, with muddy legal ramifications. He's spent every day since this incident trying to make it up to them, taking on far more dog's body work than he should, often exhausting himself. He has a good heart, but a limited appreciation for long term consequences, and his past is never far behind him.

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Now, I'm not telling you who ends up connecting with who, that'd be spoilers.

So this is our crew of travelling misfits, here's to the shenanigans when they meet our resident band of misfits in Aldmirham! The town won't know what's hit it.

Why do this? Well, it means when the story of Myrk Mire touches the fixed narrative story, I have more points to weave connections with, more people to mention or name-drop, and tbh more people to hide the MC behind without having to strongly define who they are. I'm not going to be able to keep the MC ambiguous forever, but I hope I can create a strong enough sense of community within the story that readers still feeling comfortable when the MC of Myrk Mire does make their eventual appearance because the family around them remains the same.

Anywho, let me know what you think about our new travelling companions, and feel free to ask questions about them. Spoiler limiting, I'll answer as best I can.

#myrkmire #writing update #background work #Character updates #Myrkmire wanderers

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daisydezem · 2 months ago

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Irl update

So yeah hi! It's been a long while since I gave an update. I think it's been a year. And a lot has happened. I'll put it under the cut so if you aren't about irl stuff you don't have to see me rambling on haha.

So last time I posted was while I still lived one week at my exes house and the other week at my persents, did early shifts one week and the other late/night shifts, was busy with improving myself and dating a lot haha

I dated until June last year, then I fell for someone. HARD. But he wasn't and isn't looking for anyone or anything. So I never acted on my feelings or said anything. We are good friends and that will just have to be enough. But this made me lose interest in dating all together. So yeah... Now tho it's been almost a year and I just kinda wanna love. And told myself to get over myself and just start up again with dating. But my heart is not really in it. Now 2 weeks ago, we had a party of work (again) and it was so much fun. There was sooo many drinks haha and I ended up kissing a coworker on the way back to the station. He is lovely but has a whole situation with his ex (they still live together after 8 years separated) due to the kids. And that plus my crush on the other person is keeping me back. I mean there is nothing wrong with just having fun. I did that often enough but idk if I can do that now. Oh well... Just had to write that off of me haha

Then my living situation changed soooo much! I was able to buy myself a new house. It's location is just awesome! Look at my view!

I had the opportunity to buy it from my great-uncle. On a condition ofc. He would be allowed to keep living there until he could find something fitting, that might take between 1 and 6 years tho due to the housing situation here. We are however close and get along good so it was the best option to start up my own life again. So I did that! It's was a hard with the bank and stuff but in the end I did it. I was so happy and a little anxious at the same time. This because while the location is awesome and the space is great... my great-uncle is a single older man and has been living there alone (or with his wayward kids) for 20 years. Cleaning and maintenance only happened when it was critical. So yeah... It was (is) a fixer upper. But with all my money into buying the house I don't have any left to do that. So I started on my own. Just a few impressions from before (keep in mind this was considered cleaned)...

And I turned it into (This was almost ready)...

but we had to to it with a lot of spaces. I'm most proud on how the little ones room turned out. It wont let me upload those clips since it's too big haha But still I'm still not done in the house. Also I can't do everything yet since all my great-uncle's stuff was still every where.

Speaking of the little one.... He turned 10 earlier this month and has been living with me since august. He visits his dad 2 weekends in a row and the rest he is with me and I'm so happy about it. He changed to a better school, joined the soccer team and is enjoying living close to grandma.

Then, stuff happened with my brother, I don't want to repeat what happened to him before but it's in a earlier irl update post. He became more and more unstable to the point I told my dad that it would be better that my sister would live with me. So she now lives in my new house as well. She has the attic to herself and is free to do what she want. Now has a job and is making friend in the town as well. So yeah we got a house full of people!

I've been playing some games, but even those like ffxiv I just didn't touch for a long while since it all just became a little too much. I went to seek some help with my (new) doctor and we thought it would be a good idea to have me tested on ADHD. It's still half year till the test tho since there is a wait. But it might be the reason I hyper fixate on things.

I've been playing a lot of dnd. It distracted me of everything and it's amazing. I even joined a group with work to play instead of me DMing my own group.

So yeah I've typed enough again:P

Cheers to you if you got to the end! Haha Kusjes en Liefde Kisses and Love -Daisy

Also changed up my hair a little again and I'm proud of it!

#nonsims #personal

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coquitokisses · 7 months ago

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Trusting Again | Bucky Barnes (introduction)

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After having spent much of her childhood being trained in a private organization in Bulgaria, Catalina Navarro is finally free when she is rescued by Nick Fury during a SHIELD mission.

Nick took the responsibility of taking care of Catalina and thus preventing her from falling into the adoption system. He saw how much potential she had and as she got older, he thought that she could use everything she knew for good so at the age of 16, he decided to get her into SHIELD and since then she has worked for the organization as an agent and spy.

In 2014, Catalina witnessed the Winter Soldier event in Washington DC. A few months after all the files, from both SHIELD and HYDRA, went public, Catalina decides to help Steve and Sam find Bucky.

But when she finds him, instead of bringing him with her, she decides to let him go. An action that will have consequences later on..

A/n: hiiii! I have a few things I wanna clarify before starting the story

— I said it before but I’ll say it again, this story is 18+, it contains strong language, explicit and/or implicit sexual scenes, topics like mental and/or psychological health and PTSD.

— The story takes place during Captain America: Civil War, but there'll be a prologue which is set in 2015 just to give a little context of the story between Cat and Bucky. Then it’ll go along with the MCU timeline, although the story will be one year ahead (for example, Infinity War happens in 2019, not 2018, but everything will happen according to the timeline)

— I'm planning on following the order of the rest of the movies probably till Avengers Endgame (if things go how I've planned) maybe till TFATWS but I’m not sure yet, however, there may be some changes to the storylines of the movies just so I can introduce Catalina's character into the story.

— My first language is not English, is Spanish. I am bilingual, even tho I don't really talk in English just because I really don't need to, but I wanted to make this story in English. In case there's any errors/mistakes well now y'all know lol my brain process things in Spanish first and then translates them to English.

— This story is available on wattpad as well, (even tho I don’t really use that account much, the user is -dolcekisses) but I’m also uploading it in spanish in case anyone wants to read it, my user is coquitokisses (same as here lol) and the account is in spanish if any of y’all are spanish speakers.

— Also, I don’t know how many chapters this story will have lol (with everything I have written, notes etc, I think maybe like 55-65? I’m not sure, is that a lot? Lmao I’ll just go with the flow)

— When I started the story I started writing it in 1st person (my oc’s pov) but I actually write my stories in 3rd person now so there’ll probably be some times where it’s narrated in 1st person and some other times in 3rd. Sorry about that lol

— I chose Eva de Dominici to be the face claim of Catalina Navarro (my oc)

That'll be all, besties, I hope you like this fanfic as much as I do, let me know what y'all think, feel free to comment your opinion! Feedback will be appreciated <3

I'll see you in the prologue!

Likes and reblogs will be appreciated!

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x oc #mcu #marvel #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #tony stark #thor odinson #avengers #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fic #bucky fanfic

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most-normal-eccles-cake-ignorer · 1 year ago

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Darkness Lane by Joan Hassall [ x ] - the piece that most inspired my recent woodcut-style piece.

When I found out I was drawing for @gorgeousundertow's regency AU fic, Half Agony, Half Hope, as part of the @ineffableidiotsbigbang, I started looking up Jane Austen novel illustrations for inspiration and ended up finding some really cool art and websites! I'm posting about some of the images and resources I found because I think it may be interesting to others too (and even if it isn't, I'll have gotten the infodump out of my system haha).

Illustrations from Mansfield Park by Joan Hassall [ x ]

The link above points to a gallery on pemberley.com which has deliciously old-school DIY website HTML and a wealth of Jane Austen illustrations, as well as references for regency clothing. This was where I discovered Joan Hassall's work and decided I wanted to do a woodcut style piece (and then subsequently regretted it many times during the process of making it because I had no idea what I was doing). The detail, visual texture and dramatic lighting in her work is so cool and I just got more obsessed the more I saw.

See more Joan Hassall on tumblr via @uwmspeccoll (a very cool account!) here, here, and here.

The gallery on pemberley.com also had a bunch of Charles Edmund Brock illustrations, which I could not get enough of and so returned to the searchpage and found Molland's Circulating-Library. SO COOL! Jane Austen fans have bought illustrated editions of her novels and uploaded scans of them and oh my gosh they are all so beautiful.

Northanger Abbey watercolour illustrations by C.E. Brock [ x ]

Side note about Henry Tilney (Catherines' love interest in NA), I also came across this old fan page for him from a mostly-broken-links-now site called THE CULT OF DA MAN and um it's great haha, check it out. (reviews of artists representations of him, more delicious HTML, and pixel art (!) of da aforementioned man)

There's also an article on Molland's about Charles and Henry Brock and their Jane Austen works that I found interesting. Charles is better known and did far more JA illustrations, but I do really enjoy Henry's tinted line pieces! (the article also dunks on some bad reproductions of them haha)

Pride & Prejudice tinted line illustrations by H.M. Brock [ x ]

C.E. Brock also did really cool title pages and when I found out that fic banners were a thing I knew what I wanted to do! (with the help of the symmetry tool and undo haha, so much respect for traditional art)

Title pages illustrated by C.E. Brock [ x ] and my banner - the banner design uses elements of both of the Brock images.

So, research in hand/bookmarks folder and banner completed, I decided on a scene from Chapter 10 where our beloveds are standing beside the Thames in the moonlight after walking around London for hours together and talking (CUTE). I wasn't sure what buildings to include in the background, so @gorgeousundertow gave me a few suggestions: Old Southwark Bridge, London Bridge, Southwark Cathedral, and Clink Prison. I realized after a bit of sketching that bridges would be hard to show with the straight-on view I wanted to do, so I decided on the Cathedral, partially because I had also considered drawing a scene that takes place in Salisbury Cathedral in Ch. 7.

OK BUT HOW? I struggled finding reference images for a while until I realized this was LONDON and would be very Google Earth-able. Big ups to Frank Cosgrove, whoever they are, for uploading this haha. This was also where I found out that all the suggestions were from a very small area!

View of Borough High Street, London, 1830, by George Scharf [ x ]

The building in front of the cathedral looked too new, so I went searching for an older image and found the second image. It's a completely different angle but it was enough to get me past the 'oh no idk what do'.

the much brighter concept vs the much darker finished product, featuring a barely-visible Southwark Cathedral

While looking for images of the Thames pre-Google Earth, I also found this website called Dictionary Of Victorian London which has a whole bunch of old images and excerpts from newspapers, etc on a variety of topics. One of the categories, Sex > 'unnatural offences', had this excerpt from The Times (1863), which reads:

Thomas Lane, a coffeehouse keeper, No.9, Love-lane, Eastcheap, city, and James Mortimer, a seaman, were charged with unlawfully meeting each other to commit an unnatural offence. ... The Magistrate committed both prisoners for trial.

Ugh. I hate that so much. Some sexy stuff happens right after the moment I'd chosen, and reading that reminded me that such things would be much more comfortable and safe in darkness (or if ppl just stopped being homophobic, but barring that). I wanted them to feel alone, like the whole world was asleep and it was just them, outside of time.

With that in mind, the iconic Thames Walk Lamp had to go bye bye, and when rendering the background I tried to minimize any light - it's just the suggestion of buildings. I also added tree cover! I tried to imitate how Joan Hassall does trees in some of her artwork, but when she rendered trees like this they were usually farther away/smaller, so my version looks more stylized with how prominent they are.

The ribbon border and book quote presentation is of course more Brock, but by making it black and having the interior image use it as a border instead of a fade-out inside it, I made it a bit of a reference to the very cool foliage edges you see in the very first Hassall image at the top.

I used the procreate brushes from this post on the Procreate Folio forums if anyone wants to try them!

Also fun fact! The font for the quote is called Chanson D'Amour <3 (I initially downloaded it when making the banner before changing the banner font to one called Dark & Black)

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That's all I have to say about the process for the piece, but here's a comic from Dictionary Of Victorian London, Thames > Sanitary condition that I thought was cute (and gross ig? but also cute):

a Punch comic from 1850, I can't link the page due to how the website URL system works but it's from the Thames > Sanitary condition page

#lol anyway back to reading fanfiction from the bang!#joan hassall #charles edmund brock #henry matthew brock #art process #eccles makes #ineffable idiots big bang #jane austen #illustration

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microwavetoaster-selfships · 6 days ago

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Okay. I'm going to add this to my pinned later but it has crossed my mind again that asides from the little bits of art that I post... yall don't really know how I visualize my boys!! I coulda swore I had something like this uploaded before but, here. Down under the cut I list out all my P.ixar Cars F/Os and provide some fanart(with proper credit) for how I think they look. I know it might look like a long scroll but it is just. Pictures.

I will perhaps come back at another time to add something for all of them, but as of right now I'm only doing the ones that I have tags for since... the priority is probably the ones that I talk about!

NONE OF THIS IS MY ART. I know I already said it was all fanart, but just to really drive it home. None of this is my art.

Lightning:

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This one is incredibly fitting for both Lightning and Francesco so I'm just going to stick it here but imagine I stuffed it under Francesco's as well.

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Lightning is really the only one that I imagine going through a physical change, which is just starting out in the first movie his hair is really short and he doesn't have any facial hair, and in the third movie he ends up with his hair all grown out and some facial fuzz. Second movie is just a bit of an in-between. I also have the personal headcannon of him having the same notch in his nose that Owen Wilson has. Which. Let's be real, the entire fandom has collectively sort of decided that Lightning looks really similarly to Owen Wilson.

Lightning also got some gijinka treatment of people making him fit. I don't think he's all that muscular, I think he's a bit soft in the tummy tbh. Maybe he has a bit of strength on him but nothing crazy if that makes any sense. A bit past what Scout TF2 has going on.

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Francesco:

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Not much for me to say here. I'll spare the long winded talk out of everyone that the fandom doesn't draw fit, Francesco would absolutely be fit because of the insane stuff that F1 drivers have to do for training.

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Not much for me to say here. Except I like to draw his curtain bangs a little more grown out. But i am not turning this into a post where i show a bunch of pictures about how I see their hair. Not today. I know a lot of fanartists like to slick back his hair but I don't really picture it like that. Older man, put the lines on his face, silver hair. Crows feet, smile lines, give him grey streaks in his hair, dude is in like his 50s GIVE HIM THE WORKS!!!

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Part 2 Cont. Here.

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divine-death2 · 1 month ago

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Hello lovelies! I am stoked about this one, might be my best work yet. I am going to give you a little background to the whole thing. This will be a series; I have no idea how many chapters there will be. I am just going with whatever comes to mind, as I go. I am also planning on posting all the chapters at once, because I don't like keeping people waiting. The chapters will be uploaded in a single post, to make things easier. Alright then, that's everything I guess, if something changes, I'll let you know at the beginning of the chapter. 💕xoxo

Chapter 1

WARNINGS - soulmates, p.i.v. , cigarettes, alcohol, angst, fear, love, romance, smut, praise kink, roughness, degrading kink, dirty talk, choking, jealousy, fighting, mentions of blood, blood, bruising, pain, protected sex, unprotected sex, uncertainty.

Your POV:

I can’t believe I’m finally here. After years of dreaming about this moment, I’m standing front and center at a Motionless in White concert. Growing up, this always felt impossible. They never toured anywhere near my small town, and traveling wasn’t an option—money was always tight, and then came college and work. But life has a funny way of surprising you. I got offered a job at USC, and now here I am, living a dream I thought would never come true.

The pre-show setlist is already playing, and I’m singing along while snacking on some chips I picked up earlier. I didn’t even have time to go home and change after work. My job requires me to look like a complete normie—corporate, polished, and perfectly packaged, just the way society expects an educator to appear. My tattoos are hidden under makeup and carefully chosen outfits that scream “professional.” None of that matters right now. I’ve got the best spot in the house, as close to the stage as humanly possible. If I stretch out my arm and stand on the metal bar of the barricade, I might even grab a rose from Chris, if he does the roses thing tonight. God, I hope he does.

The venue is getting more crowded by the minute. It’s already hard to move around, and I know it’ll only get worse. Might as well conserve my energy for what’s coming.

An hour later, the place is packed to the brim, and the countdown has started. Twenty minutes until showtime. My heart is racing, and the excitement is bubbling up, almost impossible to contain. I can’t believe this is happening. In my 22 years, I never thought I’d get to experience this. This band, their music—it’s been my lifeline. Motionless in White helped me survive so much and shaped who I am. They’ve guided me to embrace the real me, tattoos and all, even if I have to hide it at work.

Ten minutes left. My mind is already spinning with thoughts of meeting them after the show. The idea of standing next to Chris for a photo, maybe even having his arm around me—it sends a jolt of excitement through me. Of course, I know it’s just a fantasy. He’s famous, older by sixteen years, and totally out of my league. But hey, a girl can dream, right?

I’m still lost in those thoughts when the intro to Reincarnate blasts through the speakers. The crowd erupts. And then—there they are. One by one, they walk onto the stage, Chris being the last. My breath catches. He looks absolutely unreal. Gorgeous doesn’t even begin to cover it. His makeup is flawless, his pitch-black hair gleaming under the lights. He’s wearing a bulletproof vest that shows off his tattooed arms and black skinny jeans that cling in all the right places. My knees feel weak just looking at him, but I hold it together and scream along with the crowd.

As the song starts, the energy in the room is electrifying. People behind me are going wild, shoving me into the barricade. Each hit drives into my ribs, just below my chest, but I don’t care. I plant my feet on the bottom bar, holding my spot, and scream-sing every word. I’m completely lost in the music when I suddenly feel it—like someone’s staring straight into my soul.

I open my eyes, and there he is. Chris. His eyes lock with mine. For a split second, everything else fades away. It’s just him and me. He holds my gaze, and my heart nearly stops. Then, as if realizing it’s rude to stare, he flashes that crooked smile that everyone loves. My breath hitches as he finishes the song.

The music fades into the next track, but I’m still reeling. This night is already more than I ever could’ve hoped for.

Chris' POV:

I am walking out on stage, getting ready for the first verse, when my eyes caught her. She definitely stands out against the crowd. She is the only one dressed like a, dare I say, teacher. Not entirely formal, her black hair is loose, hanging freely and moving with her as she jumps. I can't seem to keep my eyes off her. I try hard to keep my thoughts at bay, so that I don't forget the lyrics or my cue to sing. Her eyes are closed, she is clearly enjoying herself and the song, because it looks like she is putting her soul into it. I keep my eyes on her and then her eyes open, locking with mine. I can't make out her eye color, but she the way she is staring back, makes my stomach do a few flips. I tear my eyes away from her, smiling, because I have been caught staring at her.

A brief thought of pulling her backstage after the show to meet her goes through my mind. I hope she stays afterwards to do photos and signatures. I finish the song, and I know the following song requires me to behave more sexual on stage. I hear the intro to Rats starting up, I can feel the vibrations in body. Before I can stop myself, I am on the other side of the stage where she is. I can see her eyes now, they are like mine, brown and harboring the same signs of someone who has been through too much in one lifetime "Well Mrs. Pharmacist, I insist. Fix me up with something quick. I've been a bad little boy and i think I'm getting sick..."

I sing the lyrics while looking into her eyes, I am singing this to her. I don't know why, but there is something pulling me to her. I can't control what my body does or what thoughts go through my head. As I am singing, all I can think about is, how her body would feel under my own, how her lips would taste. I have to peal myself away from her side of the stage, so that I can "spend time" with the other side as well. In order to not make it obvious that I am infatuated with a fan. We have to go offstage, after this song, to do a quick wardrobe change. Besides this vest is becoming itchy as fuck, and I wasn't wise to wear this thing without anything underneath it. I am pretty sure my nips are raw at this point.

We quickly rush backstage to change, and it's then when Ricky decides to ask me. "Dude, why are you staring at that girl?" i run my hands through my hair, and pick up my shirt. Shaking my head I reply, "I don't know, there is something pulling me to her, I can't describe it. I feel like if I don't look at her, she might disappear forever". I see Ricky and Ryan smiling at me like the knows something. "What?" I ask, frowning at them. Vinny puts his hand on my shoulder, causing me to look at him. "Dude, that is what it feels like when you have met your soulmate", he says ever so casually. I can't find a reply, so I just stare at him. I never thought I would find a soulmate, I mean I am this close to being 40, I had Gaiapatra but she found her soulmate and she broke it off with me. I made peace with it that I would never find mine.

We all head back out and continue with the show, and with every song, I can't seem to stop the longing I feel for her, I can't stop looking at her.

Your POV:

I am slightly freaking out. They are doing my all-time favorite song, Rats! I am shaking with excitement. Suddenly Chris is in front of me, looking at me while singing the lyrics. It hits me hard; he is singing the song to me. I feel like my heart could either burst or melt. I freeze up, the words to the song, not coming to mind. I just stare back at him.

Then he is gone, he moves to the other side of the stage. I let out a breath, that I didn't even realize I was holding. I try to register what just happened, but my brain doesn't seem to want to catch up and make sense. I feel butterflies in my stomach, and I feel this weird pull to him. Like I must get closer to him, feel him. Thoughts of him kissing me, touching me floods through my mind. It is like I need him, a craving I have never felt with any of my previous partners. It's not just sexual attraction pulling me to him. It runs deeper. I crave the feeling of being close to him, knowing his past, his dreams, knowing him behind the scenes. I am probably going crazy, because let's be realistic, that is never going to happen.

He'll be in my dreams and burned into my memory, but that is it. There is no way he will ever go for an average person like me. I mean, I am pretty sure he wouldn't go for someone that much younger than him, or even someone who doesn't have a status like him. I mean even his ex has a higher status than me.

I am definitely going crazy. I can't be having these thoughts; it's not like it will ever happen. Maybe I am just his target for the night, someone he is using to create a few nice pics for him to post later on, as if he is interacting with fans, right. It has to be that he loves riling the ladies up with some of his posts, where he is close up with a woman, looking like he wants to fuck her brains out. I shake my head, trying to get rid of these thoughts.

As the show starts coming to an end, the familiar song, that is close to my heart, "Eternally Yours" starts, and it is a tell-tale sign that he will soon start tossing roses when the song comes to an end. My heart bursts with joy. He starts singing and it's like the world fades away and it is just his voice flowing ever so softly over my ears, my heart, my soul and my body. "I'm ready to bury all of my bones. I'm ready to lie but say I won't. So, tell me your secrets and join me in pieces, to rot in this garden made of stones", he sings and looks at me, singing the words to me. He is standing in the middle of the stage, his head tilted slightly as his eyes remain locked on me. His mic stand has a bouquet of roses hanging upside down. I take in how beautiful this man is, zoning in on every part of him.

The crowd is still bumping and going wild, causing the barricade to continue to jam into my ribcage. I am pretty sure it is bruised by now, giving my scorpion tattoos color. I don't even sing along, I just admire his voice, how his body moves, how his muscles move under his skin. How perfect his tattoos are. I let my eyes linger on his face, seeing his eyes hold some level of vulnerability when he locks them with mine.

The song is nearly coming to an end and he starts throwing out roses into the crowd. They scream and jump, trying to catch one, causing me to get shoved into the barricade harder. I flinch at a particular hard shove, and it feels like all the air has left my lungs. I gasp closing my eyes, trying to gain control of my breathing.

I manage to calm down and regulate my breathing and when I open my eyes, I see Chris jumping down from the stage and walking in my direction, holding a single rose. I feel the heat rush to my face as he gets closer. He is soon right in front of me, he is still singing. He gets close to the barricade, even if I am standing on the bottom bar, he still towers over me. He holds the rose out to me and I take it, my hand shaking due to the adrenaline coursing through me. He leans down, closer to me, holding the mic between us. My body knows what to do before my brain can catch up. The music slows down and I sing the last lines with him, "I'm ready to bury all of my bones. I'm ready to lie but say I won't. So, tell me your secrets and join me in pieces to rot in this garden made of stones."

He nods at me, and I take over, "I'm ready to bleed to make amends. And sleep in this dirt we call our bed. So, tell me your secrets and join me in pieces. To fall and rewrite the bitter end", now he joins me. 'Eternally yours". We keep our eyes locked on each other, and it's like everything around us just disappears and it is just us two. I can smell him, sweet and spicy, like cinnamon mixed with sweet vanilla. I forget where we are, when suddenly the loudness of the crowd throws us both back into reality. "What's your name?" he asks in a whisper. "Y/n", I softly reply. "Everyone, give it up for Y/n and her beautiful voice!", he shouts into the mic. The crowd erupts once more, cheering.

Chris' POV:

I jump down from the stage, making my way to her. I hand her the last rose. I don't even have to tell her to sing, she just joins in. The second her voice mixed with mine, I nearly melted. Her voice along with mine, is like an angelic melody flowing through the speakers. I nod at her, and she takes the lead, her voice alone, is like heaven is having a party in my ears. Being so close to her right now, I know she is the one. The one I have been missing in my life all along. I know for a fact that this will be all over the internet by morning, but I don't care. I have found my soulmate, and I don't plan on letting her slip through my fingers. I ask her, her name, and when she said it, i felt like my whole body was tingling. Her voice is so soft, delicate and smooth. I feel my dick twitch in my pants, I can only imagine what it would sound like when she is moaning or screaming my name.

I thank the crowd; we bow and leave the stage. "Dude, that was intense! I mean, you could feel the chemistry radiating", Justin says as he takes out his earpieces. Smiling I say, "I hope she stays for pictures, maybe I can get her over the barricade and get to know her". I can see how happy they all are for me; their smiles are giving them away.

When we go back out, to sign autographs and take pictures with the fans, I glance around for her. I can't see her anywhere. I keep looking and then finally, there she is, she is last in line, but she doesn't look too great. Her arm is wrapped around her middle and she looks like she might pass out. It's probably the adrenaline leaving her body. The photos and signings go quick, and before I know it, she is in front of me. She has a small smile on her lips, "Hi, you guys were great up there tonight", she says, her voice wavering a little bit. She looks pale, sweat glistening on her face. I feel a wave of concern wash over me, but reply, "Thank you, and you, I didn't expect that voice from you, you were a natural." I see her blush, but it is barely there. We sign her jacket and that is when everything goes south.

One minute she is still standing and the next she is on the floor. "Fuck", is all that leaves my lips as I jump over the barricade, kneeling beside her. "Y/n, baby girl, wake up. Come on, wake up." I hear Ricky and Justin call out for a medic. I softly tap her cheek, and I see her eyes flutter open. A sigh of relief leaves my lips. "There we go, welcome back. Are you okay?", I ask looking into her eyes. She nods, then shakes her head. I help her sit up, that's when I notice her wincing in pain. "Where does it hurt?" She places her hand below her breasts. I am still a gentleman, so I will not look under her shirt, until she gives me consent to do so. I slowly help her back up to her feet, just in time as the medic arrives. "I'm going to help you over the barricade, so the medic can take a look at you, okay?", I say-ask. She nods again. I get over and she steps up, her back facing me. I gently lift her under her arms and place her on her feet.

I explain to the medic where she feels pain and that she might have hit her head when she fainted. "Alright, I am going to need you to lift your shirt, so that I can see", he says. I turn around just as she goes to lift her shirt. She nods and moves to lift her shirt, but she can't lift very far. I hear the medic ask her what happened, and she replies, "It's from the barricade, I got shoved into the top bar, throughout the whole night". I just blink at her words.

"She'll be fine, she just bruised her ribcage pretty bad. In a few days the pain should subside, I would recommend, getting some painkillers and a lot of sleep", the medic says. I thank the medic and turn to look at her. "You are sleeping with me at the hotel tonight".

Your POV:

"N-no, you've done so much for already tonight. I will be fine", I blurt out. He just scoffs and proceeds to pick me up, bridal style, and he walks to the green room. "Put me down...put me down!", I protest, writhing in his arms, only to be met with a sharp pain in my ribs. "Fuck!", I exclaim, tears falling down my face. "Will you stop, you're only going to hurt yourself more if you keep that up", say says, his voice calm but firm enough to make me actually listen. The way he spoke, made caused goosebumps all over my body. I am a girl that loves to be dominated, in the sense of my partner takes full control and I have to obey, or else.

I tighten my arms around his neck ad rest my head on his shoulder. "Good girl", he whispers, and I feel a sense of pride bubble inside me and at the same time I can feel my panties getting wet, as his words shoot to my core.

We enter the green room, and he sits me down on the couch. "I'll be right back, I am just going to grab my stuff, then we'll head for the hotel." I nod and make myself comfortable on the couch. The rest of the band moves through, all of them checking in on me. Ricky sits down by my feet, "What happened out there?" His hand rests on my foot, looking at me with concern written over his face. "It was my first show, I-I was standing on the metal bar of the barricade, and the crowd was pushing and shoving," taking a deep breath, I continue, "My ribs took all the abuse from that bar, but me being the stubborn ass that I am, I ignored the pain, until I... well, passed out", I reply, wiping my tear stained face.

I see Ricky and Justin shaking their heads, and Vinny chuckles from the other side of the room. "She is definitely going to work on his nerves", Vinny remarks just as Chris walks in. "We'll see, I think she might just be more submissive to me, she has already been a good girl for me", he says ever so calmly. Those two words, they do things to me, and yes, I have been a good girl, I have listened to his orders. I am already starting to feel the need to be good for him, but right now I am craving a cigarette, I haven't even gotten the chance to buy a pack on the way here. "Uhm... Ricky, can I bum a cig from you?" He nods and pulls out his pack and I take one out, thanking him. Chris doesn't even smoke, he just like to play with lighters, watching the flame dance in front of him. He holds a light ready for me, unexpectedly. I smile up at him and I can see confusion written on his face. I know why he is confused, but he doesn't ask the question, instead he smiles back, that crooked smile. I smoke and then we are on the move again.

I kindly asked Chris to let me walk, because he still had a few things to carry in his hands. He allowed me to walk, and soon we were on the bus.

Chris' POV:

After putting her down in the green room, I started gathering the makeup cases and our extra wardrobe. I go to put them in the bus and now I just have to the smaller stuff from the green room. There she sits, the guys around her, all chatting away. I hear Vinny's comment, and I shoot back at him.

In her soft voice she asks Ricky for a cig, and him being the nice human being he is, gets his pack out and holds it to her. Her hands are shaking as she takes one out. I am slightly confused; I didn't think she would be a smoker, and my thoughts start to wander a little. Ricky started smoking as a way to cope with life, if she is doing the same, then who or what hurt her. Before she can ask for a light or fumble for one in her bag, I hold my lighter, lit and ready for her. She thanks me and the smile I receive almost made my knees buckle. I smile back at her.

Once she finished smoking, we were on the move again. I wanted to carry her, but she asked so nicely, giving me a shy smile and looking at me from under her lashes, to walk on her own. How can I refuse this woman when she asks me in that way.

#chris cerulli #chris motionless #motionless in white #romance #piv #smut #love #soulmate #music #ricky olsen #justin morrow #ryan sitkowski #vinny mauro #eternally yours

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mrs-mquve-cc · 2 years ago

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Starting today, I'm moving to a new Dreamwidth account. Nothing's changing here, I'm still only using Tumblr to announce when I share new CC. It'll just be linking to a different place. Why am I doing this? I need a change. I've been creating for TS2 since 2015 and I feel like a lot of my old content no longer accurately represents who I am. I'm not embarrassed by the quality of my work - I always put my whole ass into everything I do and anything TS2-related is no exception. It's just not, well, weird enough for my current tastes.

On top of that, I may be having a blast making the kind of CC I do now but it's discouraging that since it's so... uh, different from what's been popular the past 10+ years, I don't get much engagement. Which shouldn't bother me, I know, but I've been caught in an endless loop of getting excited to share something I'm proud of only to be disappointed that people aren't really into it. Frankly, I'm too old and tired for that, and I'd rather put my energy into creating.

Don't worry, I'm not taking anything down! The original Dreamwidth is staying, just not being updated. Everything I've ever uploaded is also still available here, at GoS, etc. The last thing I want is for people to get frustrated trying to find or download something, because I've been there. And please don't think I don't appreciate those of you who enjoy my CC. I just need to take care of my mental health so that I can continue to make that content and enjoy my hobby.

I'll probably be reposting most of my CC from the last year or two there, and I have plans to revisit some older things and convert outfits to bodyshapes. My downloads directory on Google Docs is still a hot mess express but I'll eventually be organizing it, and in the meantime you can still use the list in the sticky post here.

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northadawn · 2 months ago

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2024 was...something.

Hi everyone, I'm still Northa. By now, it's already 2025 for all of us, so I would like to greet all of you reading this a Happy New Year! I hope that we can all make 2025 a better year than 2024. Before I close the curtain on 2024, I wanted to give a rundown on what happened during 2024 in regards to my art, and my personal wellbeing.

1. (Almost) no art, but still a decent year

It's been a slow year from my end when it comes to new art, but I'll dive into why this is the case later. If you believe DeviantArt's statistics feature, over the course of the year, I have gained 484.94K views across all my work (although to be honest, most of those is from my short writing piece Party, which won a Daily Deviation), gained 124 new watchers on my profile, and received 1.19K new favourites on my work. Despite me only uploading two new pieces, the previously mentioned Party and Crown Jewel, I've still been given a lot of support from you, the DeviantArt community, and I want to say thank you to everyone who came across my work in 2024. I hope that I can continue to gain your support in 2025.

I've also polished up some of my beloved older pieces to give them a new breath of life, such as Queen of the Ocean (2021), The Grandest Trio, and Down With The Sun. I've also uploaded an alternate version of OBSIDIAN, titled EXHIBITION, with the help of DeviantArt's new multiple images feature, so if you haven't already, I highly suggest checking out those pieces again to see the changes!

Lastly, two pieces of mine, Queen of the Ocean (2021) and The Grandest Trio have hit the 300-favourite mark. Hitting 300 isn't something I've imagined would happen when I first starting making these silly Titanic humanizations, so this milestone means a lot to me. Thank you so much to everyone who has went and checked out my work, and I hope that I can provide more for you soon in this year.

2. I'm making a game!

If you missed the announcement post, don't worry, I got you covered; I'm making a game! It's been something that I've always wanted to do ever since I made my first Titanic gijinka, but now that I'm enrolled in a game art and design course in university, I've decided to put what I'm being taught to some use by finally bringing my idea into life. I have a talented team behind the project, and we'll be working to try to give you guys something great. Soon enough, we'll be making social medias dedicated to the project. Until then, please read the announcement post and the FAQ for more information!

3. Life in general

To be honest, a big reason as to why I haven't really uploaded consistently in ages is because for a while, I wasn't too happy with my work as more and more people found my Olympic-class designs, and it got to the point where I kept putting new design ideas in the trash because I kept overthinking them and ended up not happy with it because I just thought people wouldn't like them as much as they did with the ones I made for Olympic and Titanic. What didn't help was the fact that throughout 2024, university commitments got in the way of my stuff here, and my mental health was almost destroyed by the time I got into my term breaks.

2024 hasn't been a great time overall when it comes to the interpersonal relationships around me, as some of you would know well if you've been around in the first half of 2024. It's one of the aspects I've set out to try and improve in 2025, along with my own personal well-being. At the very least, I avoided going to the hospital as of late, so that's a decent start. I'll do my best to get better throughout this year, and I hope you guys will too.

Thank you for your continued support, and I hope to see all of you throughout 2025!

- Northa

THERE IS STILL A VOYAGE TO EMBARK ON

#northa talks #2024 #announcement

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jazlynriddle · 3 months ago

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Welcome to your life - Pt 3:

It's My Own Design Ch 17:

Summary:

Ominis fought to control his expression, to keep his hands from trembling. Five years. Five years since he'd seen his parents, and this. This was the reason they'd given him the honour of their time? This was the reason they'd sought him out at Hogwarts?

The bitterness welling up within him was thick enough to gag on.

New year, new allies, new responsibilities, new avenues of revenue, and new aspects of their own Ancient Magic to explore. As the Keeper and their partners enter their last year at Hogwarts, it remains to be seen if the new school year will bring with it new problems or adversaries, but they are confident in the strength of their relationship with Sebastian and Ominis. The three of them would endure, no matter what befell them.

And if they were wrong?

What a joke, they would suffer no alternative.

Warnings: This chapter contains smut! It's er, finger lickin' good. Just, not fingers.

Warnings: Sebastian x MC x Ominis! Drug Addiction! Spoilers! Slow-burn corruption! Dark content! Fucked up 1800s orphanages! MC has no love for Anne or Solomon! Dubious happy ending (it's happy for MC, Seb and Ominis at least).

You can also read on AO3! (chapter specific warnings below)

Notes:

Warnings: Implied era-appropriate religious abuse. Blowjob!

Okay, now that I think about it retrospectively, they're horny teens, it should have been obvious that smut was going to happen after the angst, but I definitely didn't plan this lol. Oh well, who's gonna complain about more smut anyway xP

And of course, 10,400 words. Damn, that's a really round number. Well, I guess it's fine since I managed to write this chapter pretty fast. I'm better with this in-head type of writing, I suck at descriptive writing so it always takes me forever and a ton of energy.

When I was a kid in school the standard advice given by teachers to the class was always to write descriptive English composition essays and NEVER touch argumentative.

And I was always the one kid who got the opposite advice; please choose argumentative, your description of the world around you sucks balls, surely you have more to say about the trip to the market than “the light was searing my retinas and the long walk made my legs ache but I bought the items successfully”. How was the air feeling? Don't remember. What were you smelling? A lot of things. Who did you see? Human beings I guess?

Though in fairness, now that I know I'm autistic, it's probably because I was constantly experiencing sensory overload and couldn't register my environment without being hit with pain, or the extreme tunnel vision and goal oriented brain xP

Edit: And for my Tumblr-only readers, I deeply apologise, but we have finally caught up to where I am currently writing! So, you'll have to wait for the next chapters like the rest of my readers on AO3, but in the meantime, I'll also be uploading my old artwork and one of my older fics to a separate blog here on Tumblr as well. So, there'll still be some content appearing, just not really HL. Though I do have two other HL short fics in the works that will probably start going up sometime soon on both AO3 and Tumblr.

Anyway, for this fic series, my Tumblr upload time is every second Sat 3pm PST, which is this coming weekend.

The chapters do go up three hours earlier on AO3, at noon PST, just because mistakes and better ways to phrase sentences always pop up after I hit the upload button and it's far easier to edit chapters on AO3 on mobile. Tumblr lags because my chapters are too long lol

Now, although I try my best to keep to that schedule, I often have to skip an upload and I will usually announce that ahead of time on the chapter that I'm uploading. As I likely will for chapter 19 because my next week is literally full, like 9 days filled to the brim. I am so fucked. So, that would mean 4 weeks between uploads if that happens.

Also the end notes for this chapter are really long... but the next chapter's is even longer. OTL

“Darlng.” Ominis murmured around his toothbrush, as the sound of brushing beside him slowed and gradually ground to a halt.

When he got no response, he reached across to prod the Keeper in the side with his wand and they jumped, telling him that they had indeed gotten distracted in the middle of brushing their teeth.

“Mm? O’ righ.” Came the muffled reply and the sound of their brushing resumed.

Honestly, not encouraging. The Keeper had been wearing the armlet since tea and they'd been markedly absent-minded since then.

Trailing off mid-sentence, drifting off while Ominis was talking and missing his words. Which was rather frustrating, truth be told, he'd gotten used to how attentive they always were with him, but at least they hadn't slipped up and accidentally taken some of the Pain energy.

According to them, at least.

“Hey, have either of you seen the newspaper? I wanted to finish the word search before bed.” Sebastian asked, poking his head into the bathroom.

Almost reflexively, Ominis felt the answer, that he hadn't seen it, surface in his mind. However, instead of saying it, he simply spat in the sink and began to rinse his mouth, because he was not speaking to Sebastian and hadn't since their fight in the afternoon.

Does anything even need to change? His boyfriend's words echoed in his head, and Ominis took a deep breath as he dried his hands and face.

How could Sebastian even say that? This whole Pain energy thing was supposed to be a means to an end, when they did what they needed to, the Keeper would stop taking such a dangerous thing. Going through withdrawal alone had been awful for them, surely that was enough indication of its dangers?

With all the experiments, and the ever-increasing amount of Pain energy the Keeper had to take to stay withdrawal, every day where nothing went wrong was a miracle. They just needed to keep winning the coin toss, survive taking it till Dìon castle had been brought to life and Anne was cured, and until then, they shouldn't rock the boat.

Was that not the plan? Why was Sebastian talking like the Keeper was going to be taking that poison even after they'd achieved those goals? When had he decided that the Keeper taking Pain energy forever was worth the risk? To what? Be powerful enough to kill dragons? How long did those two intend for all this to go on?

Ominis wasn't sure he could handle being under that stress for the rest of their lives together.

Even if Sebastian was right and the Keeper was immune to becoming a monster because of their Ancient Magic, as the only Ancient Mage, they could not possibly prove such a thing until they hit a problem. And that problem could easily be death.

Not to mention, if something unexpected happened and they needed to hide or lie low, and couldn't get more Pain energy, they'd be at risk of dying.

What would they do if that happened!? Ominis’ jaw tightened, no, he knew what they'd do, Sebastian would ask Ominis to cast the bloody Cruciatus curse on him, again, just to give the Keeper his Pain. Nausea churned in his stomach, sick and sour with guilt and shame.

The sound of his partners talking hummed in the background as Ominis followed them to bed, climbing onto the right side and lying down on his back tiredly, their words like senseless noise in his ears. How could they be so cavalier? As though neither were worried about the dangers and terrifying quantity of unknowns in this entire venture.

“Love...” Ominis felt a gentle touch against his face and the Keeper's voice, warm in his ear. “Thinking when tired doesn't get anyone anywhere. Try to get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning, and we can talk more, alright?”

The endless optimism of his partners really was unbearable. Wordlessly, Ominis turned onto his side. He highly doubted that some sleep would magically fix this.

The Keeper sighed as they gazed at his curled up back, before taking a glance over at Sebastian on the other side of them as he laid down, refusing to so much as look in Ominis’ direction. They had no idea how to fix this.

They sort of agreed with Sebastian on the actual issue at hand, there hadn't been evidence so far that taking Pain energy was any worse on the body than coffee, which was also addictive but not harmful unless some idiot overdosed.

Though their confidence was more because the Keeper felt both that the short-term benefits were worth a potential cost and knew that they could weather any ailment in their lovers’ names, rather than the speculative optimism that Sebastian bore.

It was a problem that Sebastian had, being too optimistic, to the point of wishful thinking. What with how convinced he had been that the relic was the answer when there was no discernible link between Inferi and Anne's curse. It's not resolve if you delude yourself into believing that nothing would go wrong and thus never prepare for things to go wrong.

The similarity between him and the Keeper themselves, was that they simply preferred to suffer the consequences of trying their best, over letting fear halt their steps and to go to bed wishing that they had done more. To be resigned and consigned to whatever fate had in store for them, like Ominis often was.

However, they also understood that Ominis simply wasn't as resolved to accept the consequences of his or their actions. That he could not bear the thought of either of his partners coming to any harm, regardless of how worthy the cause, and that came too from a place of love. If a bit short sighted.

That Ominis was, as ever, mired in doubt. A fear that he didn't truly know his partners. A fear that burned Sebastian, the straightforward boy, hurt that someone he loved so deeply would doubt said love, after everything he'd done to prove it. For while Sebastian had few scruples, he carried a naivety that, ironically, the Keeper thought might have come from Ominis.

After all, what greater proof that a good person could use the Unforgivables, than Ominis himself? What greater evidence that exceptions existed, when an heir of Slytherin was the least purist person he knew? A blind boy, yet sensitive enough to see what few others could. If the Keeper had grown up beside a walking miracle, they might have believed in miracles too.

They knew that Sebastian would readily throw his very life away for Ominis and themselves. Though getting Ominis to see that as the selfless love it was in Sebastian's mind, rather than as the selfishness it instead was in Ominis’, was a feat that the Keeper had no clue how to accomplish.

Lying down with a tired sigh, they really hoped that this would be resolved soon, being sandwiched between the two stubborn boys in the middle of a tiff really was the worst place to be. If it were anyone else, the Keeper would have hit them both on the head and left the boys to sort it out themselves a long time ago.

All this really wasn't helping them resist taking a whiff of Pain energy either. The warm fog had been following them around as they finished preparing the third cell in anticipation of their next subject, and they'd taken the opportunity to explain the collars and their theory about the two ways one could consume Pain energy to Ominis, while he did a routine check on Macnair and Selwyn.

Though it had taken a lot of effort to do so when they kept getting distracted, by the enticing warmth of the armlet, especially with how cold the boys were being. Closing their eyes, they let the exhaustion of the day, of resisting their addiction, carry them into sleep. Hopefully they wouldn't accidentally take some while unconscious...

As the Keeper's breathing evened out beside him, Sebastian fought the urge to turn around and snuggle up to them, his eyes burning, ashamed that he couldn’t quite bring himself to apologise for losing his head earlier. He did understand that Ominis was just scared, but he was scared too goddammit.

Did being afraid give Ominis leave to hurt him this way every time he got scared? Did Ominis think it was fine to hurt Sebastian or the Keeper emotionally whenever he got anxious? The possibility was terrifying, and he didn't want to believe it could be true.

Yet, even when Sebastian had done everything he could think of to assuage Ominis’ fears, nothing had worked. If Ominis wasn't willing to meet them in the middle, couldn't even talk about things rationally, how were they supposed to get anywhere?

They didn't have ten years for Ominis to slowly overcome his fear of the Pain energy, the Keeper needed it now, to survive the trials and dangers that lay ahead. If they couldn't hide it from Ominis, and they couldn't tell him about it, what the fuck were they supposed to do!? This was a matter of life and death, why couldn't Ominis just-

Sebastian couldn't help but remember that day in the Scriptorium, when Ominis had literally refused to take an action that would save their lives. It'd been almost THREE YEARS since then, and Ominis still hadn't made a single step of headway in this area. It almost felt like Ominis didn't see anything wrong with this to begin with.

Sebastian was trying to be understanding, but he just couldn't get how Ominis could be so paralysed by fear, that he would choose death.

Just let us protect you! Sebastian wanted to grab Ominis by the shoulders and scream. We all want the same thing, to protect our shared happiness, why are we fighting like this? Why was Ominis treating him like he didn't care about his lovers? Sebastian wouldn't be trying if he didn't care. Hell, it'd be easier if he didn't care!

After all this time, it hurt that Ominis still didn't trust him.

Sniffing and scrubbing at the moisture in his eyes with his hands, Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut and tried to shove the feelings aside with his Occlumency meditation.

The Occlumency that Ominis had taught him.

Ugh, fuck it. Sebastian gave in and turned around to cling to the Keeper, pressing his face into their shoulder and taking a deep breath of their comforting scent.

Almost immediately, he felt the stress ease and his body relax. The Keeper was right here, warm and safe, and on the other side, bathed in the moon's cool glow, was Ominis, and even if he was still upset, it was assuring to know that he was here and safe too. Yeah, definitely worth it, a relieved smile formed on Sebastian's face and his tears finally ceased.

He always woke up wrapped around one of his partners anyway, he could just pretend it happened in his sleep.

On the other side of the Keeper, this whole time, Ominis’ eyes were wide open, and he lay there frozen with shock, was Sebastian crying?

He listened carefully, yeah, no doubt about it, but... why? For all his emotional tendencies, Sebastian had only ever cried during or after nightmares and that one time he had a breakdown in the Feldcroft cottage.

Was it what Ominis said? It was hard to believe that Sebastian would care enough about his words to cry, when he didn't care enough about Ominis’ feelings to stop his reckless behaviour.

Ominis had spoken truthfully, but pointing out how selfish and reckless Sebastian and the Keeper were being... perhaps he should have done that more carefully. Did Sebastian not even realise what he was doing?

The continued sniffles ate away at Ominis, he'd done that, he'd made Sebastian cry... and the guilt only worsened when he realised that it didn't just feel awful, it also felt good. To hear the effect he had on Sebastian, to feel the power he had over the proud and stubborn boy's heart, to feel some sort of control.

Bile rose in the back of Ominis’ throat, no no no no- he shook the thought away, recoiling from it in horror. That was the darkness speaking, the evil his parents were steeped in, that they'd implanted in him. He couldn’t let the poison in his veins taint the people he loved. Controlling other people with force and hurting them, that was not acceptable.

No matter how selfish they were being, no matter how much he wanted that to change, no matter how stressed Ominis was, he knew that Sebastian and the Keeper were not evil. Neither of them, no matter how frustrated he was with them, deserved to be hurt, the way Ominis had been by his family.

Nobody deserved that, period. Least of all the two people he loved so dearly that he was beset with such fear to begin with.

What am I doing? Ominis asked himself ruefully. I'm not even succeeding in stopping them, I'm just hurting them. But if I don't try to stop them, I might as well sign their death warrants. But what else could I possibly do? Leave? Threaten to break up?

That would probably hurt everybody involved, himself being the only one he would be sure to devastate, but if it got them to stop, at least it wouldn't be only hurt dealt with no progress made. Ominis bit back his own sob as he felt the bed bounce ever so slightly, listening to the now familiar sound of Sebastian turning on the bed, before his sobs and sniffles turned into snores.

I can't, Ominis wailed in his heart, mourning his own cowardice and selfishness, I can't give this up. The very thought of not having the Keeper or Sebastian as his, was nauseating. It was the catacombs all over again, how could he stand by and let this happen again?

A good friend, a good lover, would love Sebastian and the Keeper enough to sacrifice his bond with them, if it would save their lives. What a horrible person he was, Ominis lamented, then and now, he was still too selfish to do the right thing, to be a good person. He'd told the Keeper in the tomb that he might be willing to sacrifice his friendship with Sebastian, but he hadn't been.

What right had he, to be enraged at their selfishness, when Ominis himself was so hopelessly self-serving too?

We're all sinners here. It was so difficult to fight the temptation to throw all conscience to the wind. To give in to the urge to just force the Keeper and Sebastian to do what he wanted, whatever that entailed, and Ominis was tired, so tired of resisting his vile instincts.

He wanted to wake the Keeper, beg them to do it again, help him stop thinking, stop feeling, manipulate his mind into silence once more, but a part of him knew that this was too much for them to suppress. Their words had worked when they first started dating, when he had been more concerned about what they were doing with Pain energy, than what it was doing to them.

When he'd still seen them as impossibly invincible, an unbelievable creature that had powers beyond imagination, had power over both him and Sebastian. When he hadn't yet come close to losing them or seen how human and vulnerable they really were. How they too, could be wrong.

Loving them, accepting them, flaws, failures and all, had cost him the ability to uncritically leave everything up to them, to surrender reality into their hands. The irony that the more he loved them, the more terrifying the thought of losing them and the harder to trust them when they tried to soothe that fear with assurances that they couldn't guarantee. Promises they couldn't keep.

He wanted- no, needed them, the Keeper and Sebastian. Wanted to hold them both close, protected, safe.

Compelled by his need and unable to resist, Ominis turned as well and wrapped himself around the Keeper, stretching his hand across their chest to find Sebastian's and entwine their fingers together. His heart aching in his chest when he felt traces of wetness on his boyfriend's fingertips.

I'm sorry, Seb... I just don't know what to do... Ominis thought mournfully to himself as he closed his eyes.

“I've decided to open the Repository. Its power cannot lie dormant for centuries more.”

Thank you, Fig... I wouldn’t have this without you.

“After everything you've seen? What about Isidora's fate?”

Isidora's fate? A fool chasing a hopeless dream, she and I are not the same.

“Isidora wasted her ability trying to save people from themselves. I will not let others dictate what I do with this- my power.”

I have been robbed of so much. A family, a home, my dignity, my agency, Lodgok, the first friend who understood what it was like to be crushed under heel.

I will not surrender anything to anyone else ever again. Please, understand.

“You cannot possibly mean that. You, of all wizardkind, are wholly aware of the misery and pain that that could cause!”

Fig... I'm sorry, but I can't give this up. Can't you feel it? That power, I need it, I need power. I’ve finally found something worth protecting. Worth my life. Worth every life. I can't lose them. I won't let anyone take what is mine ever again.

Not even you.

“I answer to no one. Avada-"

The Keeper gasped, their eyes flying open, heart pounding a mile a minute, feeling somehow restrained, and for a moment, they tensed in fear. Before noticing the faint snores by their ear and they remembered that they were in Dìon, sleeping in their new bedroom with Sebastian and Ominis... who had been fighting.

They cast their gaze over themselves and smiled, and yet, both boys were not only cuddled up to them, but also holding hands loosely across their chest. The soft rays of dawn lay gentle on the two, their faces peaceful and the Keeper was rather relieved to see that their partners, at least, were getting a restful sleep.

They released a slow breath, it'd been a long time since they'd dreamt of Fig, let alone a nightmare of killing him. The Keeper honestly wasn't sure why they'd had such a dream, was it what Ominis had implied the evening before? That Sebastian, and by extension themselves, were monstrous for wanting to continue using that energy. An energy created by human pain.

But would they have? If Fig had survived, if he'd decided that he needed to stop them, would the Keeper have fought him? Killed him?

They'd like to think they wouldn't have, that they would have found another way, but they weren't sure that was true. Perhaps the reason they weren't as offended by Ominis’ framing, unlike Sebastian, was because they felt it was warranted. They were no saint, they'd stolen, killed, sinned, anything to survive, to win.

Demonspawn. Sinful whore. Devil.

God, if he existed, had only hellfire for the Keeper's kind, and they'd come to terms with that a long time ago. Spat their defiance on Matron's precious cross, they hadn't been able to walk for a week after that, but they'd do it again. Forgiveness? How was it their fault that they had to suck dick to stay alive? Grace? Her God could keep his fucking grace, neither she nor He had protected them a whit.

Finding out that they weren't even human, that they were what those pathetic powerless muggles called heathen pagans, one of the witches and wizards they'd burnt at the stake, none of it had been a surprise. Of course they weren't a mere muggle, of course they hadn't fit in. They were never one of them to begin with.

Coming from a place that called all their kind demonic, made Ominis’ desperate wish to be accepted by society rather pointless in the Keeper's eyes. If in a separate group of humans, their very existence was evil, then what meaning did the term ‘evil’ even have? It was arbitrary and meaningless, a popularity contest that they refused to take part in.

They gazed at Ominis’ beautiful countenance, his cheek pressed sweetly against their arm, all curled up like a cat. Still, they couldn't find it in themselves to force him to face this, it was something he would have to come to terms with on his own, they could only protect him till then.

With a tired sigh, the Keeper considered closing their eyes and going back to sleep, when they realised that something was missing.

Frowning, they cursed under their breath, the armlet peeking out from between Ominis’ arms... wasn't glowing. Fuuuuuuck.

Ominis was going to be pissed. The Keeper sighed, well, that explained the dream at least, and the reason they felt a bit warmer than usual. Trying to get a good look at the armlet, they attempted to slip their arm out of Ominis’ grasp, but unfortunately, he didn't seem very happy about that.

“Mnm, warm...” Ominis grumbled, gripping their arm tighter and rubbing his cheek against their shoulder.

The Keeper smiled softly, cute. Well, at least until he frowned and mumbled. “Why are you so warm?”

Aaand so it begins, the Keeper sighed again, not a moment more peace to enjoy. “Well, love, it seems... that, while I was unconscious, I unintentionally took today's dose-”

Ominis shot upright immediately, though he seemed to have forgotten, or not noticed, that his hand was still attached to Sebastian's and the brunet was promptly awoken, as he was yanked halfway across the Keeper by his arm.

“Wha de-” Sebastian mumbled, blinking blankly at thin air with an adorably confused expression as his hand was dropped.

Patting the messy bush of hair on his head, the Keeper gave him a soft smile too and a kiss on the forehead. “Morning, Seb.”

He blinked at them with doe-eyes for several moments, his brain visibly struggling to catch up, before he yawned and dropped his head onto their chest with a barely audible. “...mor...in...”

Ugh, why is he so cute- the Keeper couldn't resist slipping a finger under his chin to lift it and leaned down to capture his chapped lips in a proper kiss, which he returned with a dazed moan.

“Can the two of you be serious for once?” Ominis sighed irritably as he raised his wand. “I can't cast diagnosa if you're in close contact.”

“Gimmieasec-” The Keeper gave him a mumble, pressing their lips to Sebastian's one last time before withdrawing, leaving him looking as confused as he did when he first woke up, and they nudged him upright with a bemused smile. “There, just sit still and look pretty.”

“Pfft... eashy.” Sebastian gave them a dopey grin, before yawning and stretching. “Whaz goin’ on anyway...”

“Ominis is upset that I accidentally took some Pain energy while asleep.” The Keeper answered, lying back down as Ominis cast Diagnosa on them.

“Oh.” Sebastian blinked, freezing in the middle of scratching his head. “Well, that blows.”

“I'm not upset.” Ominis snapped, and both Sebastian and the Keeper stared at him sceptically. “I'm worried.”

“Well, don't be, they kiss just fine.” Sebastian waved a hand at them with a grin. “Feel free to try for yourself.”

“Sebastian.” Ominis bit out through gritted teeth.

Not wanting to test his patience, the Keeper quickly sat up and slipped their fingers around his hand, clenched tightly around his wand. “And I'm sure you found that I'm quite alright, yes?”

“Well-” Ominis paused, pursing his lips together. “That's- that's the problem, I can't tell!”

The Keeper blinked and frowned as he shook their hand off, standing from the bed and pacing across the carpet in a fit of agitation. “Healers don't just magically know what it looks like when something is going wrong! All I see are elevated adrenaline levels, increased blood flow, heart palpitations, heightened activity in parts of your brain-”

He stopped and ran his hands through his hair, voice strained and eyes almost crazed. “And I don't know what any of it means for you!”

The pain and fear in his voice seemed to have blown the sleepy fog from Sebastian's brain and he tumbled from the bed, stumbling towards Ominis, before hesitating as though uncertain if an embrace would be well received. Which was probably reasonable, especially after Ominis rejected the Keeper's comfort.

“I'm sure we'll figure it out.” Sebastian tried, approaching Ominis like he was a wild animal. “That stuff is so powerful, if it were doing something bad, it'd be obvious even to us, and- and to them, who's experiencing it, right?”

“Merlin's balls, Sebastian.” Ominis groaned, so hard that it came out more like a sob. “They've already told us that it feels good to take! We can't trust their experience of it, do you think cancer patients realise they're dying till they're halfway there!? Do alcoholics know they're destroying their liver? And by the time it's obvious, it'll probably be irreversible!”

“Well, I've been taking it for two years already, surely that's long enough to be certain of its effects.” The Keeper reasoned, joining Sebastian in trying to soothe Ominis, who looked worryingly close to a breakdown. While he seemed to be more coherent after a good night's sleep, he was clearly no less distressed than the night before.

“We don't know how it works!” Ominis exclaimed. “Any negative effects could be something that culminates with consumption, compounding and building over prolonged use! Even if you're fine now, this constant energy use could have long-term effects!”

And there he goes again with the most extreme what-ifs, the Keeper gave him a helpless smile. “Well, that's not right now, and so that's something I'm willing to risk. To protect and preserve us , and to cure Anne. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

“How can you say that!?” Ominis shook his head.

“Because I'll do whatever it takes to protect our happiness.” The Keeper answered honestly.

At their words, Ominis bristled, his fear and stress turning to anger. How did they not understand what they were doing? Saying that they were hurting him for him. How cruel, was he supposed to feel grateful for this fear and pain?

“That's bullshite! My happiness necessitates both of you! You can only say that because you're not the one who'd be left behind!” Ominis burst out, fists tight and hot tears forming in his eyes against his will. Like aunt Noctua, it was so bloody worth it to die down in the Scriptorium, chasing the betterment of our family, at the risk of leaving me all alone in that house.

“The two of you can throw your lives away because you don't have to be the one left here alone!” Selfish, they were both so selfish, Ominis thought bitterly. Sebastian had been fine risking his life to save Anne, if he died, at least he wouldn't have to live through Anne's death, but he would leave me to mourn both of them.

“That's not-” Sebastian's voice cracked, and he took a shaky breath. “That's not the reason! We do what we have to because we don't want to leave you alone! How can you think that we- that I'd care so little about them, about you!?”

Ah, I'm doing it again. The sound of Sebastian crying, a few hours ago, echoed in Ominis’ mind. I'm hurting him again. Why is this coming out so wrong every time?

“...I'm sorry...” Ominis whispered. “I just don't know if I can keep doing this.”

“This?” The Keeper echoed warily.

“This! Us! All of it! I'm so scared that something will go wrong! Maybe we should just-” Ominis covered his mouth with a sob, his throat closing up around his words.

“A- are you saying you want- want to break-” Sebastian asked faintly, sounding like he couldn’t comprehend how this was even on the table.

“I don't know!” Ominis shouted, brushing tears from his eyes. “I can't help, but I can't not help. I don't want to know what you're doing, but I want to know so I can stop you, but I can't even do that! If I do nothing, I'm complicit in your demise, if I do something, I'm responsible if I fail. There's no winning anywhere in this!”

“I'm powerless.” Ominis murmured, a hysterical laugh bubbling up from within his chest. “Powerless then, powerless now. Nothing I do changes anything, I just want that feeling to stop. It would be better if I'd never been bor-”

His words were knocked right out of his mind, and his ears rang with the sharp bite of a slap. The impact reverberated through his skull, so all-encompassing and shocking that he barely felt the sting spreading across his cheek.

Then there were hands gripping his shoulders tightly and the Keeper's voice, more broken than he'd ever heard before, hissed in his ear in a harsh whisper. “Never go there. Nobody takes something that belongs to me, not even you. Without you, I'd easily make Gnarlak and Ranrok look like saints.”

The Keeper's words were heavy with dark promise and Ominis’ breathing was shallow, mind still rattled and uncomprehending as they cupped his burning cheek, the gentleness of their touch contrasting the force with which they'd slapped him.

“And you're wrong.” The Keeper continued, and he felt a strange sense of relief, of surrender at their words, he wanted to be wrong, yes, please- “You are not powerless in this relationship, you just can't see the power you have over us, because you can't compare it to how we would be without you here.”

There was a smile in their voice as the Keeper pressed their forehead against his. “I've told you before, we need someone sane in this relationship. Do you really think I could have overcome my addiction without your control and guidance? You know how greedy I am when there's something I want.”

A pair of warm arms embraced him from behind, wrapping firmly around Ominis’ waist, shaky breaths in his ear and wetness on his nape, Sebastian's chest firm against his back. “And I wouldn’t have been able to stay sane when Anne got cursed, if you weren't reminding me to eat and forcing me to sleep. If you weren't curled up next to me while I read forbidden tomes in the Undercroft. I'd have lost my mind.”

Their words sank slowly into his mind, as his breathing calmed, and Ominis couldn't help but release a soft huff. “I thought you were doing homework.”

“Well, sometimes.” Sebastian gave him a trembling laugh and without thinking, Ominis followed it with his own.

“If I cared more about my own feelings, I wouldn’t have stayed with you while the Keeper was off with Poppy last year.” Sebastian murmured after a moment's thought. “I'm not good at it, but I do try to think about how my actions affect you.”

“Even though I hurt you?” Ominis whispered, reaching up to touch Sebastian's cheek where it rested on his shoulder, damp with drying tears. “Even though I can't slow either of you down without hurting you every time. Even though I can't just be a good boyfriend and remind you to be careful and wait patiently for you to come home?”

“How dare you call our boyfriend anything less than perfect.” The Keeper prodded him in the chest. “And I don't know what you've been smoking, but what you're describing isn't easy. Not by a long shot. I wouldn’t be able to sit by and do nothing.”

“Sebastian did, he was worried too but he didn't try to stop you from taking more jobs, or try to... hurt you into stopping.” Ominis protested weakly.

“Excuse me.” Sebastian huffed. “Did you miss the second half of that? I didn't stop them, but I went with them, because doing nothing but waiting is agony. That's why I went with them to the pub, that's why I'm going with them on their next job. It's why I made the dagger for them and why I tried so hard to find a cure for Anne.”

“Doing nothing is torture for me.” Sebastian pressed a kiss to Ominis’ neck. “I'm sorry I didn't realise it was becoming torture for you too.”

“It... it didn't use to be.” Ominis admitted, a bitter chuckle emerging as he traced the shape of Sebastian's hands on his waist. “I used to feel better if I gave someone else responsibility. It doesn't work anymore. I don't know why, but I haven't been able to do that for a while, I can't escape this fear. I don't know how to handle it.”

“I'm sorry that we've made you feel alone in worrying, but you don't have to carry that alone.” The Keeper murmured, a sweet kiss of their lips against his. “We can help you find a way to manage it, together.”

Ominis felt his breath catch, tears welling in his eyes. “I- I don't, after every time I hurt you both in my fear, how can you forgive me? I don't deserv-”

“If you think anyone else could be in your position, could do any better in your position, you couldn't be more mistaken.” Sebastian interrupted. “It's enough that you know you've hurt us and don't want to, are trying not to, because we can help with that.”

“Sebastian...” Ominis turned in his arms, tracing his fingers across Sebastian's brow and cheeks to see his expression, chest tightening at the unmistakably gentle crinkle around his eyes.

“We shouldn't dwell on things we can't change, instead we can look to the future and consider ways to prevent bad things from happening again.” Sebastian pressed a kiss to his palm, and Ominis’ eyes widened at his words, the same words he'd spoken to Sebastian himself a little over a year ago, after his breakdown in Feldcroft.

“I've hurt you so many times over the years too, and you've always forgiven me and stayed by my side... and I loved you for that.” Sebastian's voice was a quiet whisper now. “Loved you since third-year.”

A small smile lifted Ominis’ lips. “And I've loved you since the end of our first-year.”

“That long?” Sebastian sounded surprised and Ominis nodded shyly.

“Well, I can't beat either of those.” The Keeper sighed, dropping their chin onto Ominis’ shoulder, now that it was free. “Between the two of you, I'm starting to feel left out.”

The familiar words got a laugh out of Sebastian, and Ominis could hear the wry smile in his voice. “A lot has changed since the first time I said that, hasn't it?”

“Really?” Ominis huffed dryly. “I feel like I'm still getting led around by you two.”

“I disagree.” The Keeper chuckled. “Have you forgotten how you kept me from killing the woman living just outside our territory?”

Ominis blinked, that's right, he'd felt it then, the hope that he had the ability to change the minds of Sebastian and the Keeper. To change their course of direction, that's why he'd tried to do it again, but it hadn't worked.

“Didn't manage to change your minds this time.” Ominis murmured bitterly, moving reluctantly when the Keeper tugged him towards the bed to sit down on its edge.

“Ominis, that's the problem, back then, we agreed on the goal and then discussed ways of getting there that satisfied all of us.” They pointed out. “This time, you jumped straight to changing our minds.”

“What else could I change, besides your minds?” Ominis asked, feeling a tad defensive at the implication that there was any option besides that. If he could think of one, he'd have suggested it by now.

“Well, we can discuss the facts of the situation and try to find something that we can change. You don't have to think of a solution alone.” Sebastian pointed out as he took a seat beside Ominis, while the Keeper remained standing.

“I want to keep taking the energy, but we have possible unknown negative effects to account for that would make it dangerous.” The Keeper hummed. “I feel like all we need to do is make the unknowns known.”

“But it's a fact that I can't know what a warning sign looks like, the point where I can tell that something is wrong would already be too late.” Ominis sighed, before pausing. Wait, too late? Would not then all he need do, be to see the effects accelerated, to see what ‘too late’ looked like?

But... that meant involving himself in the Keeper's human experiments. Worse still, finding his answers would require that they actively try to turn a subject into a monster or kill them by Pain energy overdose. Could he really do such an inhumane thing? Then again...

His mind returned to the scans he'd done on Macnair last evening. The boy's body was wasting away, frail and weak, his amygdala had completely ceased to function, and his endocrine system seemed to be damaged so severely that Ominis felt that he had no hope of recovery. Did Macnair even deserve it? He couldn’t imagine being in that condition, what suffering was the boy experiencing?

At the same time, Pain energy felt good to take, with his will empty, it would be safe to give him that energy without him trying to break out using its power, rather than injecting it painfully with the collar. Would that not be a mercy instead? To let the mindless boy experience one last taste of pleasure, ending his suffering with bliss.

“Macnair is not doing so well, what do you two plan to do with him?” Ominis asked tentatively.

Having been watching him deeply immersed in thought, the Keeper quickly caught on, quite surprised that Ominis would consider experimentation to overcome this obstacle. No, he wouldn't be able to do that, not consciously at least, they knew his mind well enough to know that. What was his angle?

Bringing up Macnair’s health... perhaps he was trying to frame his participation as charity, after all, the subjects were scum that were already in perpetual suffering, maybe he wanted to contextualise being a grim reaper as mercy. They did wonder how he would justify the pain of collar injection, but they could always help him out there.

Well, those were quite some mental gymnastics he was hoping to do, but hey, any effort from him to cooperate was welcome.

“He doesn't provide any energy thanks to his ripped aura, so I was considering attempting to stitch it up. Which would require pumping him with energy, like finding a leak in a cup by filling it.” The Keeper answered. “I don't have much other use for him, but I would keep him alive, just in case I have need of him.”

The Keeper smiled as they laid forth the bait for Ominis to take, and was satisfied when he frowned, saying. “I think it's quite cruel to keep him in a suspended state of suffering...”

The Keeper silently raised a finger to quieten Sebastian when his expression became indignant, mouthing a simple ‘wait’.

“...it would be kinder to end his suffering. I know you want to have more than one subject at a time, but you'll be acquiring a new one, yes?” Ominis asked, as though he were bargaining with the cruel cruel Keeper to entertain his benevolent petition on poor little Macnair’s behalf.

The Keeper gave him a fond smile, he was so cute, still clinging to those paper-thin illusions that only they could provide. “Yes, and I suppose since I'll be getting another shortly, Macnair’s death won't be too much of a loss, but I'd rather make use of him, even on his way out.”

They would give him what he needed.

Ominis smiled. “I was thinking that I could monitor his condition as you feed him energy, preferably C-Pain in the same manner you consume it. That way, I can compare its effects on a regular wizard to its effects on you as an Ancient Mage.”

As Ominis explained his suggestion, understanding began to dawn on Sebastian's face and his expression became slightly conflicted.

“Same manner, hm.” The Keeper frowned. “That runs the risk of making him too powerful for even myself to defeat. I would also need to find out what distinguishes a painful injection of Pain energy from regular consumption.”

“It has to be the same manner you do it. Otherwise, we can't be certain that our findings would apply to you.” Ominis insisted. “Without mind and willpower, surely he wouldn't be as much of a threat as Ranrok was, and you defeated him without the aid of Pain energy.”

He had a point, the Keeper folded their arms thoughtfully, though it was amusing to hear Ominis defending their strength when it was convenient for him, and Sebastian was staring incredulously at him for likely the same reason. Still, to what ends was he pushing so hard for this?

...it would be kinder.

He'd said ‘kinder’, not more merciful, perhaps that was it? Did Ominis think it would absolve him of being Macnair’s executioner if the boy got to die in power rather than in pain? That dying in pain was ‘cruel’? Well, the Keeper didn't see any particular difference, after everything they'd done to him, murder was murder regardless, but if it made Ominis feel better, boy did they not fucking care.

“Fair enough, I'll see if I can figure out what the difference between collar injection and consumption are, and if I can feed him C-Pain energy.” The Keeper nodded and both boys sagged in relief.

“Thank Merlin, we finally have a plan.” Sebastian groaned, flopping backwards on the bed. “I'm bloody exhausted.”

“I- well-” Ominis cleared his throat and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear sheepishly. “I suppose, I'm sorry... for- well, making this more difficult than it maybe had to be.”

“Nah.” Sebastian shook his head, reaching out to take Ominis by the arm and tug him down, while the Keeper reclined on the bed beside them.

Catching himself on his arms, Ominis blinked in surprise, hovering over Sebastian as the brunet grinned and lifted his head just enough to give Ominis a peck on the lips.

“It's good that you got it all out. I mean, I could do without getting hurt.” Sebastian chuckled when Ominis gave him an annoyed look. “But it happened how it needed to happen, we can always do better next time. I could've handled it better too. I just- you drive me crazy.”

“Do I?” Ominis murmured with a small smile, folding his arms on Sebastian's chest and resting his head on them with a peaceful expression.

“Obviously.” Sebastian rolled his eyes and propped his head up on an arm, brushing his fingers through Ominis’ messy blond strands.

There was a soft, and undeniably loving crinkle around the corners of Sebastian's eyes, as he gazed at Ominis, idly caressing his cheek for several minutes, fingers brushing across the little uneven patches of peach fuzz that were growing.

As he did, Ominis basked in the gentle soothing touches, until they stopped, and Sebastian released something between a huff and a sigh. Tipping his head curiously to the side, Ominis asked. “Sebastian?”

“Nnnngg, how long are you just going to stare at us like that!?” Sebastian suddenly burst out, his cheeks quite red, and the Keeper gave him a low chuckle.

“I'm just enjoying the view, don't mind me.” The Keeper assured with a broad and amused grin, continuing to observe the sweet scene as they lay casually on their side, head propped up on an elbow.

“Right. Ominis is the one who's blind, not me. Merlin knows what's going on in there.” Sebastian eyed them suspiciously, and at their silent, unflinching grin, gave an aggravated huff. “Fine, might as well give you something to look at then.”

Sebastian propped himself up on his elbows and pressed his lips against Ominis’, who chuckled softly as Sebastian rolled them over, so he could pin Ominis to the sheets.

“Sebas-” Ominis’ exasperated sigh was quickly smothered by Sebastian, the brunet straddling his thighs, eagerly slipping his tongue between Ominis’ lips to swallow his words.

Coaxing a quiet groan from Ominis as he ran his fingers down the blond's neck, and the Keeper would readily admit that this was indeed a much better show, and one they would most certainly never tire of watching. The brief flashes of heated muscle entwined within the spaces between their lips, the way Sebastian shuddered when Ominis’ hands travelled down to his hips, gripping firmly as he ground their waists together.

Exquisite.

Cheeks aflame, Sebastian's mouth left Ominis’ to gasp as the blond's hardening length rubbed against his, releasing a low moan at the sensation and pressing his lips to Ominis’ throat as he rocked back eagerly. Only for Ominis to make a soft sound of discomfort and crane his face away.

“Merlin's bea- your beard, Sebastian, is getting too much for this!” Ominis complained, shoving Sebastian's head a distance away with a hand. “Are you trying to sandpaper my jawline into shape?”

“Please don't, I think it's perfectly shaped as it is.” The Keeper snickered.

“Oh, come on, Ominis, it's just a bit of fuzz.” Sebastian grumbled, his words muffled around the palm pressed against his cheek.

“You call this a bit of fuzz!?” Ominis exclaimed, running his nails along the bristles on Sebastian's jaw and producing an amusingly loud scratchy sound. “I've no doubt you look like a vagabond right now.”

“The kind of handsome, roguish vagabond that will steal your heart and make off with your virginity?” Sebastian grinned and the Keeper burst into laughter at the unamused glare Ominis levelled at him.

“The kind of vagabond that is homeless and in dire need of a razor.” Ominis retorted.

“Well, I've been busy the last two mornings, and I wasn't exactly in the mood to shave last night, now was I.” Sebastian grumbled, and Ominis’ eyes immediately darkened.

The Keeper quickly interjected, before the atmosphere could sour. “Why don't you go brush and shave then? That way, you'll be able to give Ominis a blowjob if he sees fit to grant you the honour.”

Sebastian immediately brightened and he grabbed Ominis by the shoulders. “Alright, I'll clean up and then I'm finally gonna get to see what they're always raving about.”

“Wha- wait- I didn't agre-” Ominis stammered, his face completely red as Sebastian nearly flew off the bed and into the adjoining bathroom, before turning towards the Keeper with an incredulous expression. “You rave about my- my-”

The Keeper gave him an unrepentant grin. “You do have a lovely pecker, darling. Rather outstanding really, few are quite as fortunate in that regard.”

“Salazar save me.” Ominis muttered, covering his face and climbing out of the bed to follow after Sebastian. “Sebastian, I never agreed to anything!”

“Wai ‘ot?” Sebastian mumbled around his toothbrush.

“It would give him some incentive to take care of himself. Pups need something to strive for when in training.” The Keeper chuckled as they slipped around Ominis and into the bathroom to get their own toothbrush.

“Exac'ly!” Sebastian spat in the sink before pausing. “Hang on train-”

“My dick is not a carrot!” Ominis exclaimed.

“Of course not, it's closer to a lollipop.” The Keeper grinned, very much amused by this line of discussion.

Idly collecting their toothbrush, they began cleaning their teeth at the porcelain sink that stood on the left of the entrance to the large alcove bathtub, while on the right of it, stood Sebastian at the second sink, slathering his face with cream.

Ominis groaned and ran a hand over his face.

“Look, it's annoying!” Sebastian exclaimed as he quickly slid the razor over his jaw. “I have to waste ten minutes every morning or I'll start looking like my uncle. Surely, I deserve a reward when I actually do it.”

“Well, you're not the only one that has to shave. See there, I need a shave too.” Ominis gestured at the patches of fuzz on his chin and upper lip.

“Those tiny things?” Rolling his eyes, Sebastian strode over and took Ominis’ chin, rubbing some of the leftover cream into his skin with a thumb. “Alright, hold still.”

Ominis obediently stilled, and allowed Sebastian to deftly whisk off the few bristles that were present, the brunet complaining the whole way. “Come on, these are so fine and easy to shave... and you can go a whole week without shaving before they show up! See? Done.”

Sebastian wiped the remaining cream off with a towel and beamed proudly at his handiwork, before returning to the mirror and his own shaving. “Why are you so reluctant anyway? Don't you always complain about me talking too much?”

Ominis’ cheeks flushed, the sheer thought of Sebastian's mouth around him making it difficult to think through the swarm of feelings that that idea conjured. “It's just- it's hard to imagine I suppose.”

Finishing up with their morning routine, the Keeper stepped aside for Ominis to use that sink. “Don't you feel bad for Sebastian? He even helps you shave, such a good boy deserves a reward.”

Ominis sighed as he washed his face, and the Keeper handed him his toothbrush. “Fine, I suppose if you nutters want it so much.”

“Yes!” Sebastian hissed with excitement as he washed the cream and hair from his face.

Several minutes later, a rather adorably embarrassed Ominis was seated on the edge of the bed, looking like he was on the verge of passing out. While Sebastian knelt on a pillow, that the Keeper had passed him, between Ominis’ knees, lowering his sleeping pants to reveal his partially erect member.

Despite his earlier bravado, Sebastian seemed equally embarrassed as he ran his fingers lightly along the fine blond hairs that Ominis’ length was nestled in. Eyeing it with an almost resolute gaze for several moments, Sebastian leaned forward and gave his tip a firm lick, making Ominis jolt with surprise and release a soft moan, covering his face shyly a moment later.

The Keeper sighed, what was with this blushing maiden atmosphere? Somehow even after everything they'd done together, the two boys could still get all flustered like virgins. Was it because the Keeper wasn't involving themselves and just watching? Or because they weren't leading?

Now that they thought about it, every time the three of them had been together, it had been mostly propelled by the Keeper. Perhaps their partners had simply been emboldened by their unabashed attitude towards sex. With that in mind, it might be better for them to let the two boys explore at their own pace for once.

As the Keeper pondered this, Sebastian licked his lips nervously, quite encouraged by how quickly Ominis had hardened fully, before placing them tentatively against Ominis’ crown, and allowed it to slip past his lips.

At the warmth and sensation, Ominis released another shaky moan, Salazar save him, he really wasn't going to last very long. Just the idea that Sebastian, his proud Sebastian, was on his knees and taking his cock, was enough to make his head swim. His hands twitched, gripping tightly at the blanket he was sitting on, as he felt himself touch the back of Sebastian's throat.

He still remembered how good it'd felt, to thrust into the Keeper's throat, it had been almost scary, how quickly he'd lost control, but their confidence and skill had made it easy to get swept up in the heat, to forget his inhibitions. Sebastian wasn't nearly as confident or experienced as them and Ominis wasn't sure how far he could go. He didn't want to hurt Sebastian.

With a pinch of frustration, Sebastian lifted his head to take a breath, before trying again, pushing Ominis deeper into his mouth, but was once again unable to swallow enough to reach the base. He pressed on anyway, but quickly found himself gagging on it and had to lift his head again to cough. Goddammit, why was this so much more difficult than when he'd serviced the Keeper with his mouth?

“A- are you alright? Don't overdo it, Sebastian.” Ominis asked, trying desperately to hide how good it had felt when Sebastian's hot and wet throat closed around him uncontrollably, how much he wanted to shove the brunet's head back down to feel it again.

He'd never had the Keeper choke on him before, how could something so bad feel so good? The way Sebastian’s throat had rippled around him, pulsing and tightening, and Merlin- the sound. The sound of Sebastian choking, he could hear the wetness of his saliva clinging to his throat, feel it rolling down his cock to touch the sensitive skin of his balls.

“It's-” Sebastian cleared his throat, tears beading in his eyes. “It's fine, I'm alright.”

Without another word, he took Ominis into his mouth again, trying once more to take him further into his throat. The Keeper had done it, surely he could too. So, he struggled to hold his instinct to gag and pressed his head down harder, when Ominis’ hips bucked, and he promptly choked again.

“Sorry! I'm sorry!” Ominis immediately exclaimed, lifting Sebastian's head himself, and baulking at the tears he could feel against his thumbs.

However, as Ominis’ hands moved automatically to clean the fluids from Sebastian's face, he couldn’t stop himself from shuddering at the expression the brunet was wearing. Sebastian looked absolutely wrecked, eyebrows slanted upwards, his mouth hanging open, lips stretched wide from his cock. As guilty as he felt, Ominis knew he'd never forget the image his hands had shown him.

“‘S fine.” Sebastian mumbled, coughing and swallowing, a little dazed by how hot that had felt, his prim and pompous Ominis ramming his cock into his mouth like that.

Sebastian was starting to see why the Keeper liked blowing Ominis. Though, the choking he could probably do without, at least for now, while he still didn't know what the fuck he was doing.

With that, he turned slightly to ask the Keeper, who had been suspiciously silent the entire time. “How do you do it?”

“Do what, love?” The Keeper asked absently in return, a tad occupied committing everything they'd just witnessed to memory, especially Sebastian's fucked out expression. So, Ominis actually liked choking, good to know.

“Well, take Ominis... all the way.” Sebastian replied with an adorable squirm of the hips, likely rubbing himself against the tent in his sleeping pants.

The Keeper chuckled fondly, ever the overachiever of course. They paused to think, well, they did have the bed, it'd certainly be far more comfortable to start with, and it wasn't like Sebastian had to worry about how vulnerable the position was, unlike they had, and it'd give Ominis more control.

“You want to straighten out your throat. Here.” The Keeper stood and helped Sebastian to his feet. “It'll be easier if you lie down on your back, with your head hanging off the edge.”

Sebastian obediently followed their instructions as the Keeper also took Ominis’ hand and guided him to stand, wrapping their arms around his waist and pressing against his back as they whispered into his ear. “And you can stand here and fuck his throat.”

“Isn't this a little dangerous? He can't move away.” Ominis asked worriedly, though his expression and the way his length twitched made it obvious how much he liked the idea.

“It's alright, I can just tap your leg if I need to breathe.” Sebastian patted Ominis’ thigh, his half-lidded eyes heated as he regarded Ominis’ erection, hanging just inches from his lips, and his tongue darted out to lap at it.

Ominis gasped at the sensation and offered no further protest as the Keeper held his length in position and used their own hips to nudge Ominis’ forward, watching in delight as his hardness slid smoothly into Sebastian's throat.

“Oh-” Ominis moaned as he buried himself in, all the way to the base. The Keeper took his twitching hands, and placed them on the bulge in Sebastian's throat, before letting go as he began, of his own accord, to trace the shape of his own erection stretching Sebastian's skin.

“Doing alright down there?” The Keeper asked, and Sebastian flashed them a thumbs up, making an affirmative sound around the obstruction in his throat and getting another moan from Ominis as a result.

Chuckling, the Keeper murmured into Ominis’ ear, lapping teasingly at the shell. “There, you can let go, love. Stop thinking and do what feels good.”

With a keening sound in his throat, Ominis tentatively moved his hips, drawing back slightly, before pushing in again, shuddering as his sensitive tip rubbed against the back of Sebastian's tongue. The hollow squelch of his cock sealing the inside of Sebastian’s throat, creating a vacuum, a space where only he could pass through, the thought of pouring his seed inside Sebastian making his mind melt.

Ominis couldn’t help but rock harder into him, panting from the heat that was building in his body, the Keeper's warm chest against his back, their hands slipping under his shirt to rub and tug at his sensitive nipples. It feels so good-

He felt a few taps against his thigh, as Sebastian's throat closed around him again, and for a moment, it failed to register in Ominis’ mind, but as the Keeper tugged his hips backwards with a firm grip, he recalled its meaning. The air felt cold on his dick, after being inside Sebastian's warmth, but he was grateful that the Keeper had helped him stop.

“T- thank-” Ominis muttered as he turned his head to the side, and the Keeper captured his lips with their own, while Sebastian coughed and gasped for breath.

Releasing Ominis’ lips, the Keeper murmured gently. “Try to keep a consistent rhythm and pull out every four thrusts to let him breathe.”

Swallowing thickly, Ominis nodded, while Sebastian gave a weak laugh, and asked. “You were counting?”

“I was.” The Keeper chuckled, taking Ominis’ length and guiding him back into Sebastian's mouth, purring into Ominis ear. “Aren't you two lucky to have me.”

Moaning softly, Ominis nodded automatically, as they gripped his hips and guided him in at a languid pace, his fingers wrapping around their wrist and spasming as he fucked Sebastian's throat at their coaxing. It was a struggle to keep counting through the haze of pleasure and it helped to have their guidance, especially when it became more difficult to stop every time Sebastian choked.

Though, he was actually rather glad for the need to keep track of his thrusts, it was probably the only reason that he hadn't come yet. The feeling of Sebastian's hot and tight throat around him was amazing, the knowledge that he couldn’t do anything but lie there and take his cock, insane.

This was the same Sebastian who never stepped back from a fight, letting Ominis use his body for his pleasure, groaning around his cock, the taut skin of his throat stretching under his palm with every thrust.

“He's touching himself.” The Keeper's voice murmured into his ear and Ominis released a confused sound, having a hard time processing their words with his lust clouded mind, and they chuckled. “Sebastian, he's touching himself as you fuck his throat, he's so hard just from this.”

The moment he understood, Ominis released a loud moan, reaching his peak immediately, and his erection throbbed in Sebastian's mouth as his seed spurted down his throat. Unable to stop himself from burying his length as deep as he could go and holding himself there for a shuddering moment. Feeling ecstasy flood his body as Sebastian choked on his cum, before remembering that he was stopping Sebastian from breathing and quickly pulled out.

“Sor- sorry, I should- should have warned you-” Ominis gasped, leaning against the Keeper as his knees went weak.

“No, no. I take full responsibility for that.” The Keeper chuckled from behind him, flicking their wand and casting a quick Anapneo charm to clear Sebastian's throat quickly.

After panting for a few seconds, Sebastian gave them a small pout from where his head still hung upside down, his voice rough and thick. “Aw, I wanted to swallow that.”

Ominis released a sound that was somewhere between a squeak of surprise and a moan, while the Keeper laughed and reached down to pat Sebastian on the cheek. “There's always next time.”

He nuzzled at their hand with a hum. “How do you just keep going without needing to stop to breathe?”

“It's possible to breathe while giving a blowjob, it takes some... practice to get the right timing. But not everyone can, so don't feel bad if you don't manage it.” Straightening and placing a kiss on Ominis’ flushed cheek, the Keeper flashed Sebastian a wide smirk. “Now, my turn.”

Seeing it from his spot on the bed, Sebastian swallowed, and his erection twitched in his grip.

“How long will he have us play the villain so he can be the saint?”

“However long he needs it.”

“Does it not hurt?”

“A tad, but I take comfort in knowing that it's an illusion and that he needs it. Are you willing to deny him an illusion so vital to his mental wellness? We all know what it is, even him, somewhere deep down. And now that you understand that he believes it for his own sanity, not because he really sees us as despicable, does it not hurt less?”

“I suppose so...”

“Chin up, my love. I'm sure it won't be forever, he just needs time, and this will keep him with us and happy till that day comes.”

“...you're right, it just- it does still hurt, and it'll take time to get used to remembering that it's an illusion for him. That he doesn't actually think we're cruel. But you're right, it's worth it. He's worth it.”

“Good, I'm glad you agree. Now go get the bottle to feed Shai.”

“Ugh, Ominis is worth getting hurt for, but I'm not sure this one is...”

Notes:

Ominis: I'm a bad person? *cries* The Keeper: I'm a bad person? You're right bitch. Sebastian: I'm not bad, you're bad, fuck you.

I hope no one gets offended by the Christian abuse stuff, I mean, it's historically accurate and I think the Keeper's response is a rather common response to aggressive religious abuse. Particularly considering the circumstances.

In a way, the Keeper's mentality is a progressive/globalised perspective, in one country's culture, A might be “good” but in another culture it's “bad”, once we realise and understand that neither are right nor wrong, just different ways of living and doing things, we actually become more accepting and kinder towards ourselves and each other. Plus, if you call someone bad even when they try their best, why would they keep trying?

FYI, the amygdala is the part of the brain that processes emotion and the endocrine system is responsible for releasing hormones like dopamine, that manage our emotions as well.

Here's a thing about decision making. Our human brains are super defensive and (like with anxiety) tend to overcompensate to keep us from making mistakes, and often, its arguments are not even rooted in reality to begin with.

Studies have shown that when trying to decide if we should take an action or not, our brains simulate the worst case possible and we get hit with the pain of that worst case scenario immediately. Like, on the spot. Whereas when simulating the potential good result, we don't experience the joy/satisfaction/achievement from it.

And on top of that, the pain of failure is multiplied by 2 (or more) during simulation while positive results are halved in emotional value. This means that we're not making our decisions objectively, they're vibes based rather than looking at the reality of the situation.

To make things worse, when stressed or fatigued, our amygdala gets even more sensitive and we can become even more ridiculously pessimistic and afraid to take any action.

That's why when someone is going off on a panic attack, you need to calm them down first before trying to reason with them. (Preferably not with a slap.) People need to feel good in order to think rationally, which sucks when the decision that needs to be made is the thing causing stress xP

In this chapter, Ominis basically chooses whether he wants to be like his parents or not. Victims of abuse, especially children, tend to either become like their abusers or swing the opposite way.

His parents were very black/white simplistic in their logic, “if you don't obey us and be a muggle torturing evil person, it means you don't love/respect us”. So by default he's like that too, “if I ask you to stop because you're upsetting me and you don't, it means you don't care about me”. Rather than considering that there might be other options if discussed or that people could have reasons they can't stop that don't mean you matter less, but that those other reasons matter more.

He understands, deep down, that his parents hadn't manage to force him to become like them, all they ended up doing was hurt him. The problem is that Ominis genuinely doesn't know what to do if someone doesn't do what he wants, all his examples were either his parents’ “hurt them till they do it”, or Solomon and Anne's “cut ties”. He doesn't have good examples of the correct option “compromise and discussion”. So this chapter, was him understanding that there was always a third option there.

I wonder if anyone caught that the Keeper's last line in the dream “I answer to no one.” Mirrors Ranrok's line “Goblinkind shall answer to no one.” The classic fear of becoming the monster you beat xD

So, if a dick is too big, breathing through the nose in the brief flash of pull-out-for-next-thrust, won't be possible, but if anatomy allows for it, the dick wielder needs to is keep a stable rhythm and the blower can breathe in-between. Or just pause to let the blower breathe, yo. This work will not be responsible for death by dick.

Also, wow that blowjob scene was hard to keep gender neutral for the Keeper, but I'm pretty proud of it xD

Making it ambiguous if Sebastian found the Keeper easier to blow because they aren't as long/thick as Ominis or because licking pussy is easier than not choking on dick. Leaving it up to readers if the Keeper's “my turn” refers to them taking a go at Sebastian's throat themselves or if they're afab and take Sebastian's place to let Sebastian have a go at their throat or even sit on his face.

Whatever answer you chose, it's the right answer. That's what progressive means xD Just kidding, sort of xP

P.S. Isn't Sebastian shaving Ominis so cute?

Also the outward appearance versus internal sexual dynamic here is so funny; Ominis: looks like an angel - has the filthiest mind Sebastian: cheeky bastard - wears a romantic rosy filter over his eyes Keeper: stoic - non-stop maniacal "mine mine mine" chant

Many thanks once again, to my Patreon, cheeky_idler, for naming Shai as a Paid member with voting & suggestion power! ;)

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